Hulk: 362
362 days was how long he had gone without changing. Dr. Banner was sitting in his hotel room watching the television. He hadn't changed since New York. Just the thought of it made him want to throw up everywhere. He looked different now. He had grown a beard, gotten a job as a small town doctor named Edward Ruffalo, and had a friend named Benny. Benny was a conspiracy theorist who had been wanting to meet the Avengers since New York. Banner often listened to his friend laughing to himself that the poor guy didn't know he was sitting next to one.
The news was all about Tony Stark and his new developments he planning. Banner didn't know why he was watching the this. He was just as talented as Stark, maybe even more talented. He wasn't loved liked Tony. He wasn't loved because of the green guy. Everyone loved the Avengers, they were buying toys like crazy. But the one person that all of them was concerned about was the Hulk. They always called him a monster. He hated when they called him a monster. According to doctor's, he was a misunderstood thing. They were all wrong. He was better. He was amazing. The Hulk was not a disease. It was a gift. There was no way of getting rid of the Hulk, but maybe there was a way of making him better. Banner thought everyday about how to make it to where he and the Hulk could be one. He wanted to be able to be in full control of hulk at all times. It would be almost impossible. Almost.
Later that night Banner was wide awake in his bed when he heard a ding at the doorbell. He walked quietly to the window. He barely made a crack in the shades on the window when he saw who he was. Tony Stark. He walked to the door. When he opened it Tony smiled. "Banner! I didn't know if it was true you were hiding here but I guess it is." Tony said. Banner tried to pass it off. "I'm sorry but I don't know who your talking about. I'm Edward..." Banner began to say before Tony cut him off. "Yes, Edward Ruffalo. A doctor who went to the same college as I did, the same years I did, and yet I never met him and I was friends with all the doctors that year. Kinda weird isn't it, doctor? Cut the crap and listen to me Banner. I came here to keep you away from S.H.E.I.L.D. They are coming for you and will be here in about an hour. So, are you coming?" Stark told him. He had no choice. He went under his bed and grabbed his stash bag. It was his emergency bag in case he had to leave in a hurry. He slung it over his shoulder and walked out the door.
"So, how are getting out of here? If we take the roads they will get us and I can't hold on your suit long enough to get to New York." said Bruce. "Were taking my plane." Stark said without stopping. Where was this plane? He didn't see one.
"You might want to get comfortable." said Stark. Not even a second later, they were gone.