The familiar hiss of the door was heard as Nick Fury stepped into the lab, smirking. 'Well?' He asked. Reed and Bruce both spoke at the same time. 'Well, we seem to have created a shirt.' Fury raised his one visible eyebrow. 'A shirt? A goddamn shirt? You brought me in here for...a shirt?!' He asked, absolutely confused about this. Bruce took off his shirt, and put the new one on. 'No, it's for when I...you know.' Fury looked up. 'So, what do you mean? The Hulk's going to be looking like he's walking around the mall or somethin?' Asked the one-eyed Director.
'No!' Said Bruce, balling up his fists and looking down at them, frowning and steadying his breathing. His clenched teeth turned into a smile. 'It's made of regenerative fabric and some cosmic energy. When I transform, the shirt will disappear, but when I change back, it'll be there like it never left.' He said proudly. Fury nodded. 'That is impressive. Good work, Banner.' He said, as Agent Coulson's calm voice rang through Fury's earpiece. 'Sir, I don't know how to put this, but there's a big blue...bigfoot;rampaging through the city. We thought it was just McCoy gone wild, but it's much bigger. Tell Banner to suit up. We've got Ghost Rider and Cyclops behind Stark Tower for backup. Over.'
Upon hearing this, Fury looked at Bruce. 'Guess you can test out that shirt now.' He smirked. Bruce sighed. 'Yes sir.' He sprinted out, and upon standing atop the Helicarrier, he heard a roar from the city below. He knew what monsters could do to innocents, he had seen it...he had done it. He took a comm from a pilot who was handing it to him, and placed it in his ear. The scientist stood on the diving pad, and looked into the clouds, concentrating. On command, his eyes turned from brown to bright green, and his transformation began. Bruce loved that he could now control the Hulk.
Shit guys, that's all for now.