The first time she heard the word 'Hulk', aliens were invading New York City. She had recently moved up there with her friends, and not a month after the final box was unpacked, aliens attack. Just her luck. She saw him, in action. Pants ripped, fists at the ready, he was your everyday giant green monster. Except he wasn't a monster. He was a scientist. A genius, if you will. She didn't meet him personally till she interned at Stark Enterprises. Dr. Banner was working on some project, and she didn't recognize him at first. He was clean shaven (sort've) and had glasses and pale skin as opposed to a menacing glare and green skin. She was just supposed to get in, give the coffee to Stark, and get out. And she would've. If she hadn't noticed his ripped pants.
"You know, it's not nice to stare.", Stark said, looking at her over his coffee mug.
"Yeah, neither is you breathing", Mallory said back. She glanced back at Banner. "You know, I barely recognized you without the whole smashing into biuldings thing."
"I like you're intern, Stark. She doesn't take your crap.", He looks up at her from his work," And I only smash things when Stark, here, gets himself into trouble."
"Like today, I'm guessing?", Mallory smiled at him.
"Try all the time. Man doesn't know when to quit. And I didn't catch your name."
"Oh, how rude of me, I forgot that I had to be polite. This, Dr. Banner, is Mallory. Best coffee-making intern money can buy." Stark says.
"You don't pay me." She points out.
"Lets skip the chit-chat, and get back to work, Banner. Pepper will have my balls on a silver plate if it's not done by tomorrow."
"As opposed to in her purse, like usual?" Banner snipes back.
"Ha-ha, you're a riot. Mallory, coffee. Like, ten more cups. This is an all-nighter."
She moves mto walk out and get more coffee, after making a discontented noise in the back of her throat, which Stark glares at, when Banner speaks up. "You can call me Bruce, by the way. I'm not a big fan of the whole Dr. Banner thing." He smiles at her, and she smiles back, and nods. As she's walking out, she hears," 'Call me Bruce', huh? What are you, a cheesy romantic comedy love interest? Step up your game, man!".
"Last I checked, I didn't ask you for dating advice. You get your girlfriend almost killed every week."
Personally, though, she doesn't think Bruce needs dating advice.
