Chapter two! This story will update every few days or so because I'm in the process of writing four stories at once. So bear with me, I will make sure it still gets updated. Enjoy the chapter.


Whitley looked at the folder curiously as she showed it to Bruce.

"Yup," he murmured unsure of how she would react to what was inside. Of course there would be a picture of him in there, and of course there would be a picture of the other guy as well. Most people didn't take to kindly to huge green monster men that destroyed buildings and ran uncontrollably through the streets, in fact, very few people liked him at all for that very reason.

For a few minute sit was silent except for the occasional flip of a paper, or the accidental rip of the corner of a page. Finally Whit got to the pictures, stopping and looking at them Bruce knew what had snagged her attention, and it wasn't a pretty picture if that's what you're wondering.

"So this is you?" She questioned angling the picture so he could see it. It was definitely a disturbing looking picture. A green mass of trembling skin, bones, and strength destroying a building and throwing men across the space they were in. A big trail of ruined buildings and trees left in its wake.

"That's me," he muttered. This kind of conversation was the kind of talk that he wanted to ignore completely, that was why he had gone to such great lengths to delete himself from the world.

"Cool," she said calmly, giving him a small smile. Now this was weird for Bruce, for never had his insane green, monstrous form been called cool, or anything remotely nice for that matter. "Wait, wait a second," she stated rifling through the other folders until she found hers. Flipping through the pages she finally found one that met her fancy, putting it in his hands she looked at him curiously. What would he say?

The picture was of a huge monkey, perhaps a marmoset, Bruce couldn't really tell. The thing had a mixed color of fur, ranging from white, light brown, red, dark brown, and black. Its eyes were what caught him off guard the most, they looked human, but there was something in them that screamed wild. It looked to be a little smaller than what the Hulk was perhaps six feet, maybe less.

In the image the monster was holding an unconscious soldier in its claws and glancing back over its shoulder at whoever had taken the picture.

"That's me," she commented. "Not the soldier, man that guy was a wimp," she muttered sitting back in her chair and letting the other folders fall to the ground. "Bugger," she frowned looking at them grumpily.

"How long have you been like this?" Bruce questioned picking up her folder from the ground. She seemed to be interesting enough, definitely someone that he should read up on if they were going to be working together for however long. He noticed her eyes looked exactly the same as they did in the picture, so that was the only thing about her that did not change.

"My whole life," she said in an equally cheerful tone. How could she be happy about that? It was something Bruce wondered about the girl, she didn't seem to care that she was something of a monster. "I guess my father was a brilliant man, turning his daughter into a monster," she mused turning over towards him with a funny smile.

"So you're saying?" Bruce tried to find the answer in her words but came up short. Did she mean that her own father had done this to her?

"You know I don't really like banana's that much," she said randomly. Very successfully she had strayed away from the conversation at hand; perhaps it was as hard to talk about as he had originally indicated. "The fruit is okay I guess, but banana flavored candy is disgusting," she gagged looking up at Romanoff.

Bruce took it as a hint to say that she didn't want to talk about it anymore. Good thing he got the hint, else she might have thrown her jacket at him, it was the only thing she had on her.

"Do you like banana's Romanoff?" Whit questioned staring at Romanoff dully.

"I don't see how this is relevant," she retorted quickly.

"What if we're stranded on an island and all we have to eat are bananas?" She questioned with an odd expression on her face.

"I'd swim," she said curtly. Which made Whit look at her bored, she was no fun.

Meanwhile Bruce was lost in thought, missing all the weirdness that is Whit, coming in to hear the bit about eating bananas and looking around strangely wondering what he missed.

"By the way," Whit drawled out lazily. "Where are we going?" She laughed. In all of the rushing around and getting Mr. Green she had ignored the fact that she had no idea where they were going and who they were going to meet when they got there.

"There," Romanoff said with a bit of a push in her voice.

They landed on a huge military ship, one that Whit cheered about, calling it something like a mega ship. Muttering something about how a whale could actually feel like a captain if he were to board the ship and sail across the ocean on it, she even said he could have a little sailor hat. What a strange person.

Walking onto the deck Whit looked to see that there was also Captain America walking towards them, she knew of him from the folders that she actually read.

"Ma'am," he greeted her in an old fashioned manner.

"Hello there," Whit smiled back at him kindly. He nodded at her before moving onto Bruce, it had been a little while since she spoke to people, and so she hoped that she was doing okay. Usually a normal day for her was to go into the forest and do some research, or whatever she felt like doing, only very rarely would she go into any sort of town.

"You might want to go inside, it's going to be hard to breathe soon," Romanoff commented before walking away. This made Bruce say a few things about how they wouldn't want to keep him underwater, and that it wasn't a good idea in the slightest. This made Whit laugh because she couldn't stand being trapped in a place without trees or something green to look at, which is exactly where she was going to be trapped anyway.

Feeling the wind pick up Whit meandered around the deck slightly, watching to see what was happening. Craning her head this way and that to see if she could get a better view she felt her hat escape from her head, flailing around she failed to grab it. Instead she watched as it flew off, imagining it screaming happily as it rode the wind off to a distant place.

"Bugger," she muttered feeling her hair unravel in the wind.

Soon it felt as if the ship was more moving upwards then downwards, which had to mean that it was flying. Most would say, golly gee that's impossible, and laugh at how silly a flying ship sounds, but not Whit. The fact that something like her was even alive was impossible. She made a point to believe in all things that sounded impossible, just for fun.

Huge engines on either side of the ship allowed the monstrous thing to propel itself into the air like a slow hummingbird learning to fly. The whole thing made Whit stare off into the distance in wonder; she hadn't been this far away from the forest in a long time.

Had it really been wise to assume that she was something that they needed? What was she going to gain from any of this, certainly nothing worth any value, perhaps a friendship? Seeing how things were going at the moment she seriously doubted that one, Bruce just thought she was plain out weird, didn't he? She didn't even know if anyone else would like her at all, and even though she was used to people not liking her, it still hurt. It hurt every single time someone called her a monster behind her back, or when they whispered the word freak.

In fact as Bruce walked inside with Steve Rogers, otherwise known as Captain America, he glanced back to see something that he had not expected. Whit was kind of just staring off into the distance, creating a sort of lonely air about her; lost in thought she didn't seem to notice anything around her at all. She's lost her hat somewhere so Bruce could finally see her hair, it was waving in the wind like a soft silk flag, the color is what surprised him.

Much like the picture she had shown him it was dark brown with spots of white, light brown, and grey scattered randomly through her head. It looked to be about as long as her mid back, he couldn't help but think how nicely her hair went with the color of her eyes. She actually looked kind of pretty as she gazed off into the clouds with lonely eyes.

Even Steve seemed to catch sight of her. He didn't even know her name yet and already he felt the need to get to know her further, for there seemed to be something about her that drew you in. Besides the fact that her hair looked mighty peculiar it also seemed that her eyes matched the weirdness.

It took a few minutes longer for Whit to come in because she was thinking everything over, when she finally did look up to see what had happened to everybody they were already inside. With a slight skip in her step she walked inside to see that they were talking to Fury, she hadn't seen him in years but he still looked pretty much the same as always.

"Whitley, you can help Bruce in the lab," Fury said glancing at Whit with a stern glance. "You studied the Tesseract right?" He questioned.

"Yes," Whit said seriously. She wasn't a very stern person normally, but when it came to things that she studied and researched there was nothing that she didn't take seriously. Her calm response made Bruce, Romanoff, and Steve look at her with a bit of surprise, none of them knew that she was a researcher.

"Agent Romanoff will show you to the lab," Fury said waving them off. Romanoff led Bruce away while Whit looked at Steve with a bit of a curious expression before she held out her hand for a handshake.

"We haven't properly met yet, my name is Whit," she said with a smile.

"Steve Rogers," he greeted taking her hand in his. Her hand was rough in his, calluses indicated that she was no stranger to hard work; the other thing he noticed was that her hand was small in his.

"I understand that you are the blast from the past," Whit said with a questioning glance. When he nodded she chuckled a little and turned to leave before she looked back and him. "Cool," she laughed before running off to catch up with Bruce and Romanoff.

Steve looked after her, remembering her smile in his mind. He looked at all the files, how come he didn't remember someone like Whit?

"She's weird isn't she?" Coulson asked coming up behind Steve.

"Is she?" Steve questioned. He didn't really know her at all yet, so how could he judge whether or not she was a little out there.

"You read her file, she's the monkey girl," he explained watching to see how Steve reacted.

"That's her?" He asked with a bit of shock in his voice. He'd read her file on the way to the ship, and commented about how creatures like her would have been killed in his time. He'd called her a creature and not a human for the very reason that she wasn't human any longer, feeling slightly sickened by the fact that most humans only wanted power.

Now that he knew that she was that girl Steve had a little bit of a conflicting view of her, she was obviously nice, but that was only one side of her wasn't it? She still had the monstrous abominable side of her that she had yet to reveal, who was to know if all the niceness was just an act or not? He would have to be wary of her.

In the lab Bruce and Whit were getting acquainted with all of the machines and equipment, Romanoff had left them to be seeing as how Whit was already excited that there were so many expensive items in the lab. Looking over all of them slowly Bruce got caught up in watching her, the way she seemed to observe things with such intensity almost seemed foreign to him, when was the last time he looked so interested in something?

As it turned out Whit was a very bright girl, she could keep a conversation going with Bruce, so that was a good sign. They talked about the Tesseract, about how they should be able to follow it, and she told him of how it was possible for the portal to open in the first place. It was then that Bruce realized it had been a while since he had this type of conversation with a girl, most people looked at him and said, 'in English please,' so this was a breath of fresh air.

Soon they were on the subject of themselves and how they got their powers, if that's what one would want to call them.

"Is it alright if I ask you a question?" Bruce asked with a calm voice.

"Only if I get to ask you one," she said with an amused grin on her face.

"Will do," Bruce chuckled softly. He then looked at her seriously and thought about how he was going to phrase his question. "How is your transformation activated? Is it a certain emotion?" He questioned looking at her with a dull stare.

For a second he didn't think that she was going to ask the question, but then she smiled and that just confused him all the more.

"Easy question," she laughed looking at him with a funny smile. "I actually have complete control over it," she muttered looking at him from the corner of her eyes.

"But are there moments when you have changed because of something that happened?" He stated trying to get more information out of her. She made a sort of held back face, her lips twitched as she tried to stay optimistic, but there was something else she was thinking of.

"When my father died, I lost it," she explained leaning back against a wall sluggishly.

"I thought your father was killed," Bruce stated recalling a news article he read. Dr. Atticus Pliemtha was shot three times in the chest and was found by his daughter after she came home from school that day, it was that day that Bruce started to read up on his work.

"He was," she stated with a sadly melancholy smile.

"I'm sorry," Bruce said feeling guilty about bringing up a subject that only seemed to pain her.

"No it's fine," she laughed flakily. "Now for my question. Have you figured out how to control yours yet?" She said with a bland stare.

"I can't control him," Bruce stated so sure of himself that it took Whit back slightly. The man before her was a genius, she could barely keep up with the things he said, but he challenged her, even though he didn't know it. It was almost fun to be researching with him, perhaps they could learn from one another since their predicaments were rather similar.

"Is that what he's told you?" She questioned looking at him with her eyebrows knit together. Bruce looked up at her with wonder in his calm eyes, what did she mean by that?

"Whit, Come with me," Romanoff yelled into the lab as she ran by them.

"Well, it seems that I have to go," she murmured a little disappointed. "See ya later," she stuck her tongue out at him before running off behind Romanoff.

Bruce watched her go, feeling a question arise in the back of his mind. Could he control it?

"What's going on?" Whit questioned as she came into the middle of a conversation between Steve, Romanoff, and Fury.

"We're going to get someone," Romanoff said walking briskly away from her. Geez did this woman have a demanding demeanor, which is good because then people will just follow what you say no questions asked. At the same time Whit almost felt like she should clear the hallway, take a few steps back, she almost seemed too demanding.

"I get to come?" Whit questioned excited. When Steve nodded at her she smiled and made a determined expression. "Awesome," she murmured following Romanoff with a new sense of power behind her words. Someone needed her for something, they needed her help, that was good news. "Who are we getting?" She asked still feeling excited.

"Loki," Romanoff stated with a smirk.


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