[I'm using two OC's in this story. I use them in many different stages of their lives, but they are going to be around 10 and 11 years old. This story isn't about romance either, mostly family. I'm trying to keep Bruce into character, but I suppose it depends what 'Bruce' you're used to.

Jerard- A young boy who is on the run with his younger half-brother, Hatori. He's a shy dense kid, with a big heart. Jerard was experimented on several years back. More of his past will be revealed later and his facial features will be described as I type.

Hatori- Clever, and soft spoken as his older brother. Has more street smarts, and was a witness to the horrors his brother was facing. Being Jerard's half brother, they had the same mother. His own father cursed him, saying he was useless and as such, Hatori indeed has a curse that follows him.]

I'm not trying to make this follow the Avengers movie, obviously since I have it set in before the Avengers even get together. Besides, that's why it's called fanfiction ;P Although I have it under this category because the facial features of Bruce in Avengers is the version I am using of him, as well as the Hulk.

I honestly am writing this on here, in fear of it being deleted on my computer. However I can't stop you from commenting, since I would appreciate some advice on it, just don't make me cry… please.

And So it Began

Banners POV

The young doctor made his way through the empty streets, tired, alone, and frustrated in so many ways. Everyone seemed to hate him, and for good reason. This was no ordinary doctor. If you pushed him too far, his anger would take control, and turn him into a mad man. His dark wavy hair was covering his tired eyes enough to keep the beast within. Normally his eyes were brown, but they had began to go green more and more frequently. He did what he could to help others, especially in their dying hours, but having a curse so painful, humiliating, made things harder for him. It was already raining out and the day was only getting started.

Jerard and Hatori

Not so far away, there was a fight breaking out as two young boys were fighting for their lives. They were already tired and exhausted, feeling their limits.

"Run Hatori!" choked the dark haired boy as he was being kicked repeatedly in the stomach, his blood coming out of his mouth as his green eyes were growing weary. "Don't look back... run," he repeated faintly as he felt his own spine crack after being thrown against the brick building, his eyes growing wide as a blood curdling shriek escaped his lips.

"This is what you get for walking on our side of the turf!" cackled the guys that had them surrounded. The boys luck was at its worst when they took the wrong road, leading them to one of the most violent gangs in the city. The authorities apparently weren't even around, figured.

"NOO! JERARD GET UP!" screamed Hatori as tears streamed down his face. Before he could run to his brother's side, he felt an icy blade pierce into his arm. Keeping himself from yelling in pain, the boy thrust all of his strength into the mans side, sending him to fall against the pavement.

"Wow, the kids got some spunk in him, you still don't look so good, maybe you should leave before you look like that pile of bones over there," the man smirked at Jerard up against the wall, panting heavily. He was losing blood fast as his head was struggling to stay up. The dark soft curls hiding his face were now soiled with blood and dirt.

Hatori felt another stabbing pain in his shoulder as his blue eyes grew wide in shock.

Seeing his younger brother being beat on now, began to make Jerard's remaining blood boil in anger as he clenched his fists. His body seemed to tremble as his head shot up, his eyes now a dark grey as his back seemed to slowly realign itself.

"Don't... don't touch, MY BROTHER!" he hollared as he forced himself on his feet, his eyes set a blaze as he ignored the pain in his spine, kicking the man from under his feet as well as the others surrounding them. The boys were silently hoping they would both die quick deaths, but these guys weren't going to show that kind of mercy on them.

"Thought I broke your back, runt," muttered one of the guys as he kicked Jerard in the stomach, hearing another crack as Jerard choked again. The rain turned into a downpour as their cries of pain echoed in the streets.

Bruce

Bruce Banner's ears perked up, hearing agony in the distance as his tired eyes narrowed. Keeping his temper in check, he ran off in the direction. 'Don't lose your cool, don't lose it' he thought to himself as he continued running as fast as he could. It had been a good six months since his last episode, and Banner didn't want to hurt anyone, ever again.

"HEY," Bruce hollered as he rounded the corner, spotting the pack of wolves around their prey as Bruce clenched his fists. "Come over here so I can kick your asses one at a time," he said as his eyes began to flicker on and off from green to brown.

"Shit the doctor of all people," the guys gasped as their faces paled at the very sight of him "Screw the kids, our fun's over here," they decided as they scrambled off. Everyone in the small town was aware of who the doctor really was. The majority of the town would probably kill the gang if they even tried turning the doctor in, mainly because Bruce was one of the few reliable doctors in the area, who charged nothing.

Bruce rushed towards the boys who were on the ground now, shivering and coughing heavily. Jerard was the only one conscious at this time, tearfully looking over at his brother.

"Please sir... save my brother...save him..." Jerard pleaded in a whisper as Banner checked over both of them quickly, applying pressure immediately to various wounds before scooping their small figures in both of his arms. Jerard's eyes were growing heavy, his loss of blood and stamina catching up to him as Banner let Jerard rest his head against his chest.

"Don't talk stupid, you'll be alright too," he said quietly as he felt Jerard trembling in fear as well as pain. Seeing not only their injuries, Bruce had noticed how light both of them were, as well as both of them having severely high fevers after checking them. "You should be thankful you're still alive," he said under his breath as he noticed Jerard's shaking lessening.

"Okay, thankss," slurred Jerard sleepily as the running pace Banner was going seemed to go with the beat of Jerard's slowing heart. The rain was drenching the three of them at this point as the doctor hurried on over to his shack of a house. Despite the outside of it, the inside was warm, cozy even.

Bruce laid the boys down gently on one of his cots, getting a better look at them as he applied a cold compress against both of their foreheads.

"I'm going to work on your brother first, but you need to do me a favor in return and stay awake," said Bruce firmly as Jerard smiled weakly at this. He was already so sleepy; surely a nap would have been alright.

Banner shook his head quickly, getting the water out of his own hair before throwing a towel on Jerard, drying him off enough to get the chill off of him. Bruce cleaned and stitched up Hatori's wounds, as well as ending the internal bleeding. He made sure Hatori was all dried out and in a different pair of clothes.

Jerard was feeling his limits, his breathing lagging as his green eyes began to close heavily on him. He could barely make out his surroundings as the rest of his senses dimmed, his body beginning to shutdown. Banner's eyes set on Jerard's now unconscious figure, seeing the boy paler than ever as he hastily got to work on him as well.

Several Days Later

Hatori let out a raspy cough, startling himself awake as his soft blue eyes fluttered open with difficulty. It was hard to breathe as his chest heaved heavily, looking wearily to his side. Jerard was lying motionless next to Hatori on the cot. His body was radiating a lot of heat, probably warmer than what it should have been as Hatori worriedly scooted closer.

"Jer...Jarrid?" Hatori croaked a little as the doctor looked up and over at Hatori, seeing him stir.

"Nice to see you came around," he said calmly as he felt Hatori's forehead. "You're still a little warm," mumbled Bruce as Hatori looked up at him, a little confused as the doctor reapplied the damp cloth to his forehead. "Your brother will be out a little longer, but he will be alright," promised Bruce, his tone quiet, but firm as the boy began to relax, letting out a soft sigh as Bruce lightly pat him on the head. His blue eyes were revealed more as his wavy blond bangs were brushed aside. Bruce had noted earlier there were several strands of the boy's hair that were the same color as his eyes, a faded blue.

Hatori tried to speak more, but his throat was too dry. He wanted to thank him with all his heart, but his muscles weren't willing to move or let him speak up anymore. His arm felt numb as it rested over his stomach. It was all stitched up now, as well as his shoulder.

"I didn't think he was going to make it, but he should have been paralyzed from the waist down," Bruce thought over as he went on the side where Jerard was, his back miraculously aligned and back in place.

Jerard was cleaned up and had a bandage going around his forehead, his features paler than before, but his face seemed more calm as he slept on. Most of his wounds were healing, but hitting his head gave him a bit of a knockout.

"He has mono from seeing the symptoms, and you," Bruce looked up at Hatori, "you have pneumonia," he sighed as Hatori tried to process this, his mind still trying to clear up. "Both of you are exhausted, dehydrated, and malnourished as well," the doctor finished as he reapplied a compress to Jerard's forehead. He stood back up and went back by Hatori's side, lifting him in a sitting position. "This will help you sleep through tonight, it's going to be stormy out again," Banner said gently as he lifted the flask up to Hatori's mouth. The doctor normally didn't talk so much, but he knew talking would at least help calm his new patients. He was actually afraid he was going to lose both of them a few nights ago. As a doctor, he wanted to help those who were suffering be free from both pain and illness.

Hatori sipped the drink, making a weakly disgusted face at the taste in his mouth. It was bitter and strong as he struggled not to choke. It was a quick acting medicine fortunately as Bruce felt the weight of Hatori's head rest more on his arm propping him up, before gently laying him down. Hatori's soft blue eyes looked sleepily up at the doctor as a soft smile appeared on his face before falling back asleep.

"I wish I had been there sooner, maybe it wouldn't have been this bad," Bruce said to himself, feeling a little guilty before dimming the lights so he could get a few hours of sleep.

Jerard was the next one to wake up in the middle of the night. His eyes slowly opened as he vaguely felt his surroundings around him. A wave of panic went through him as he struggled to get up.

"H-Hatori? HAhh," he uttered as he winced in pain, his head throbbing heavily, as well as his chest feeling like it was on fire. Jerard trembled a little, unsure of his surroundings as he felt his brother next to him. "Hatori," he whispered as he weakly held his brothers warm hand, sighing in relief at the feeling of a pulse.

Bruce jolted awake at the boy's feeble cry, going to his side to see if there were any complications.

"He woke up before you did," Bruce said quietly as he lightly pat Jerard's head in the dark, careful not to hurt his head. "You'll both be alright, but it's late and you need to go to sleep," he said as Jerard looked up into the darkness. He couldn't see the man's face, but his presence felt warm, comforting even as he felt his hair lightly being stroked. While doing this, Bruce inserted a new IV into Jerard's other wrist. He wanted to be sure both of them could wake up at the same time later in the morning.

"Sir... why did you..." Jerard took in a deep breath of air as his eyes began to get heavy. He felt so wide awake a few moments ago, but now a blanket of drowsiness seemed to hoover over him as his mind grew foggy.

"Why did I save you? Is that what you're asking?" suggested Bruce as he felt Jerard nod from under his hand. "Well, being a doctor, doctors save lives," he said as if it was so obvious.

"Hero?" Jerard's soft voice said sleepily as Bruce couldn't help but smirk a little at the word.

"We try to be, but sometimes, we can't save everyone," he explained as he watched the boy's eyes blink repeatedly.

"You saved Hatori..." Jerard murmured as a few tears went down his face. "thank you. Was so scared of... losing him," Jerard slurred a little as his watery eyes finally closed. Bruce frowned a little, wiping off Jerard's sweat and tears with a tissue before sitting back down in his chair.

"Boy's shouldn't cry," he murmured to himself before repositioning himself in his seat.

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JUst remember, I am doing this to help better shape both of my OC's I'm sorry if it sucks, and I'm sorry if you aren't a fan of OC's (Personally, neither am I) but I'm not expecting any good comments or reviews. If you want to humor me or remind me that I have other stories to finish, I guess I'll might look into that, since I am on summer break till college starts again.) If you want me to change it up a little later, I might edit and have it a bit after the Avengers got together.