DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything Marvel. I only own Scarlet Letta (this is not like she-hulk)

Bruce's POV

I strutted calmly into the closest-to-the-tower coffee shop, in hope of my usual non-caffeine order. There were two people in front of me so I decided to take in the peacefulness of this place. It wasn't too popular or crowded but at the same time, not empty. My eyes eventually landed on a tall woman, brown hair and fidgeting in her place, one hand around her cup and the other in her lap. She was tapping her fingers around the coffee cup and biting her lip. She had her hood up although it was sunny outside and kept darting her eyes, most likely avoiding direct eye contact. Why I know this? I've done it. I would have observed more if the two people in front of me hadn't already ordered. I stepped forward, taking my usual but my eyes were tracked on the girl, she momentarily caught me gazing and looked away at the same time I did. Something about this girl was strange, I grasped my hot coffee cup and paid before taking a deep breath and striding over to her table.

"Um, excuse me?" I asked, she had previously had her eyes tracked out the window so almost jumped when I spoke but looked back at me.

"Y-yeah?" She asked, stuttering, she was nervous, but about what?

"Do you mind if I sit here? I wondered if you might want company?" I asked as politely as I could, as to out freak her out. She hesitated before nodding, not speaking. I slid into the other side of the red leather seated booth and set down my coffee cup. Her other hand had now switched from her lap and onto the table, drumming away and she twitched ever so often, eyes looking anywhere but me.

Scarlet's POV

Don't freak out, just be calm. He's just trying to be friendly. Was all I thought to myself. I was as nervous as hell being in here, at least it wasn't too crowded. I stared out of the window as I bit my lip, absent mindedly tapping and twitching which I hope this man didn't notice.

"So, what's your name?" He asked, taking a sip of his coffee, I could smell no caffeine in the drink. God damn senses.

"S-Scarlet." I answered shakily before taking a breath and meeting his eyes. I may have looked a little too long because I swear I saw something. Something like, another person, I shook my head and looked down at the coffee cup I had neglected so long it was cold. "How about you?" I asked, luckily no stuttering that time.

"Bruce." He answered, I smiled softly at my cup. His voice was smooth and oddly calming, so much I stopped twitching for a few seconds but proceeded. "What are you doing here with no one else? I don't mean to pry." e said, I chuckled, shaking my head.

"I p-prefer to be away from c-crowds. T-they make me n-n-nervous." I stated, I was stiffening up again.

"I know exactly what you mean." He said, placing both hands around his cup and leaning his elbows on the table although leaning back in his seat.

"I really don't think you do." I replied, this guy wouldn't understand.

"You'd be surprised." He responded, sipping from his cup. I could hear it was almost empty.

"I have b-been t-t-through a l-lot of stuff, I d-don't think anything could surprise me at t-this point." I stuttered back, pulling my hands off the cold cup and into my lap.

"Do you naturally stammer?" He asked, I looked back to his eyes with a slight shock.

"W-what?" I asked back, gulping a little.

"Do you naturally stammer, or is it a nervous thing?"

"Its not natural, and I d-don't g-get nervous." I said, picking up my cup and slipping the strap of my bag over my shoulder.

"Don't worry, I'm a doctor." He said, trying to sound calm, I didn't like this.

"Last time someone said something like that to me it didn't end well." I said, no stutters or stammers. I quickly glanced a one-second glance to my hands, I saw the familiar shade start to take over so I shook my hand, trying to get it to go away. I didn't need this now.

"I'm trying to help you." He said, reaching over and I slid out of the booth with a step back.

"Don't touch me." I warned with a snap before turning and dumping my cup in the bin and when I twisted back my hands were starting to turn again, the guy had stood out of his seat and I pushed past him when he reached for me again. I sped out of the café, pulling my jacket further up my neck and shoving my hands quickly into my pockets. I walked away, I didn't want THIS to happen again.

Bruce's POV

She had panicked and ran out the door. She reminded me of myself, she didn't like me reaching for her, she didn't like physical contact. here was something strange about Scarlet, and I was definitely intending to find out WHAT.