Summary: Short "What if"s about what it'll be like if the ladies of each Phase One movie were the lead instead of their male counterparts.

I've thought on and off for a few months about how most movies wouldn't change much if the main character was female instead of male and then this happened. Unbeta'd so all mistakes are mine.

"D-Daddy?" she blinked as General Thaddeus "Thunderbolt" Ross came into her line of sight, blocking the setting sun.

"Oh thank God. You're alive. You're alive..." General Ross sobbed, cradling her like she was 8 again. The scratchy blanket wrapped around her rubbed against her uncomfortably.

"What happened?" she nudged her father away, taking in the destruction. The entire base was practically leveled. "Oh my God... Bruce! Where's Bruce?!"

Her father froze before slowly shaking his head.

She cried harder than the night her mother died.

She was sworn into secrecy by her father after showing her the last remaining footage of her rampage. So she could no longer thrown temper tantrums. She could deal with that. There were a few minor incidents in the weeks following but she felt she could keep a lid on things. Mostly.

General Ross had done all he could to bury the news and made her go back to work like nothing ever happened a month later.

She was surprised at the advancement on the research of gamma weaponry without Bruce. She was puzzled by the weird looks everyone cast her way but she was more puzzled by the way everyone seem to sidestep and deflect her whenever she mentioned Bruce.

Something's up.

She tried to bring the subject up with her father but he just began ranting about that lily-livered milksop and how she should forget about him and find another man, like that young man, Talbot.

She barely held onto her anger that night.

He was also spending a lot of time down at the basement in base after dinner. She tried to tail him a few nights later but one of his goons caught her. She was on her way back to her car when an explosion rocked the foundation of the base.

She abandoned her control and let her better half out to play.

She found her father collapsed face down around the corner of the explosion. A groan emitted from beneath her father's prone form alerted her to the presence of another person. She gently hoisted her father in fireman's carry before crouching down to help the other man.

The other man with a mop of unruly curly hair that was longer than the last time she saw him.

"B-Betty...?" Robert Bruce Banner was alive. Bruce was alive and wheezing before her. Bruce, who started pacing and tugging at his hair, who was working himself into a frenzy, was alive.

"No. That's not possible. I killed Betty. I killed Betty a month ago. Ross said I killed her in that explosion!" Bruce rounded on her. "What are you? What are you doing with her face?! Put him down and explain yourself!"

"Bruce..." she reached out with a hand but it was slapped away.

"No! You don't get to use her face! You can't-I can't... I can't... Not when I- No! Not my Betty!" he shoved at her but she was stronger now.

She was as strong as how Bruce always said she was. Maybe stronger.

"Bruce, stop." Despite the deepened pitch, something in her voice must have reminded him of the thousands of times she stopped him from spiraling down the rabbit hole.

"I am getting you out of here and I will explain everything. And *he* will explain everything." she jerked her head towards her father, slung over her shoulders. "I swear, Bruce. Please. Come with me."

They left General Ross at the local hospital instead.

This chapter is brought to you because Bruce Banner cannot have nice things. I swear I like him! A lot in fact! Sorry Bruce... *hugs*

Plotted everything in my head and banged it out in 2 hours so it's definitely no masterpiece.