This is my sixth story so far and it's the product of my recent severe writers block that I've been suffering from while trying to write "A Brighter Future Maybe." I started this one spur of the moment and am sort of please at how it went, so I'm posting it to see if maybe it can go farther. Also, to those of you who are reading this that are following ABFM, please take comfort in knowing it will be updated by Christmas with maybe two chapters.

Disclaimer: I'm not Stan Lee or the CEO of Disney so it should be obvious that I don't own anything except for Emma Lawrence and the twisted plot line.


Gun shots echoed across the bustling night sky as a lone twenty year old young woman raced through the narrow alley ways of Calcutta. Terror coursed through her body as she ran farther and farther away from the officers who were chasing her. It was obvious that these people weren't afraid to use force and she was seriously beginning to wonder in maybe living here had been such a good idea. People jumped out of the way and yelled at her as she rushed past, though the officers were hot on her tail. Darting down a side street, she saw her only chance of escape. It was a dark, mostly hidden doorway that she had seen many times before. So as quick as she could, she ducked through the door way and held her breath. On the street outside, she heard the men run past and carefully she out a sigh.

What she hadn't expected was for the tiny hovel to be already occupied. No sooner had she breathed of relief, a hand was over her mouth and a gun in her face. Stiffing a scream, she blinked rapidly. Through the darkness, she could vaguely see the face of a man and she swore that this man had a vivid green aura. She had enough sense to stay still and sure enough the man let her go.

"I'm so sorry." she whispered as the man backed away from her.

"Yeah. You shouldn't just barge into peoples houses like that." the man replied in a soft voice.

He was still starring at her and she felt sort of strange, like she was looking at two different beings. It was also at this moment that she realized that he was speaking English something that was uncommon in this area. Though despite this, she shakily stood up and bowed.

"I should go." she whispered sadly as she took a step backwards.

It was really, honestly, the strangest thing because as she said that, the aura took on a shape of its own. It was a creature of monstrous proportions with black hair and green skin and green eyes. The creature looked angry but not like it was mad at her but like it was mad at the world.

"Are you an alien?" she asked suddenly before she could stop herself.

There was silence until the man laughed. Not a joyful laugh but a sardonic sort of laugh.

"No alien." he laughed and she cracked a half smile.

"I've been terribly rude haven't I? First i barged into your house, then I ask a strange question like that and we dont even know each other." she gasped as she smacked her forehead.

"My name is Emma Lawrence." she added as she bowed slightly.

The man was quiet for a moment and Emma could see that he seemed to be arguing with himself. The creature-aura had not taken its gaze off of her and Emma wasn't really to sure about that.

"Bruce Banner and you can stay if you like." replied the man and Emma beamed.

Bruce knew that the "other guy" hadn't taken his attention off of the girl the entire time and that was a major feat. Maybe there was something special about this girl and if the other guy seemed interested, then maybe it was worth it.

That was how they came to be together. Neither stayed together during the day and even if they did cross paths, they didn't say much to each other. Bruce knew enough to act as a doctor to the townspeople and Emma worked in the houses of government officials. She often came home earlier than he did and generally made more money. Bruce and Emma had developed a sort of friendly relationship, to which that was the farthest that either was willing to go. Though neither would admit that they wished it was more.

A year and a few months after she stumbled upon him, Emma was extreamly late coming home one night. Bruce knew Emma was strong but even so it made him worry. Around three in the morning, Emma finally staggered through the door and collapsed onto the floor. She was bleeding pretty bad and she was fairly certain that her arm was broken. Her entrance startled Bruce awake, though surprising enough, the other guy didn't force his way out. Scrambling up off of the floor, he lit a lantern and looked around.

"Emma? What the hell happened?" he breathed as he tried to roll the girl over.

Through the scarce light, he could tell that she had been brutally sliced across the lower abdomen, though not deep enough to damage her internal organs. Her body was bruised and battered, like someone had beaten the crap out of her.

"Is that you, Bruce?" Emma whispered hoarsely.

"What happened?" Bruce asked but Emma didn't reply.

Her chest was moving up and down with every breath, so Bruce knew that she had fallen asleep. So as careful as he could, he began trying to bandage up what he could. It would take Emma nearly three days before she would be able to walk around again and Bruce stayed by her every chance he could.

Deep down, Bruce felt strange because he hadn't tried to get close to anyone since Betty. He was afraid that he could and wold hurt someone so he had stayed away. For this reason alone, it made no sense as to why he even let Emma stay. A growl rumbled through his head and it reminded him why he couldn't let her leave. Somehow, Emma had earned the attention of The Hulk and as no one had ever done this, he had been afraid to let her go. So to see her in such a state made both sides of him very angry but logical Bruce was stronger and so far they had been alright.

Two weeks after this event, while Bruce was visiting a house with sick children, Emma disappeared with only a short note left. Bruce had nearly cried and the "other guy" was angered.

Thank you for everything. For not kicking me out to letting me stay. I don't want to leave but I don't want you to be caught up in the messes that I've made. I wish I could have said this in person but, I do love you and I'm truly very sorry. Forever yours.

Two years later, an agent from SHIELD came to ask him to join them in preventing a global catastrophe He had gone along, not forgetting Emma in the slightest but in the hopes that maybe SHIELD could help him find her. What he didn't know was that she had also been brought on board by SHIELD but not for the same reason.