Here is chapter two; to those reading this- Oh My God you stayed! thankyou! Hopefully this is better than the last chapter, even if it is shorter. Forgot to mention in the last one, sorry if the characters are OC- i tried not to, but its just how i imagine them. This note will be shorter than the last one, promise. To InsertBoringNameHere thankyou for reviewing! To those of you who haven't- please do! (Not that i sound desperate or anything)
Oh, i also forgot to mention last chapter that in a parallel universe the Avengers would be mine and i would currently be sprawling on a huge sofa in my even huger mansion, counting my copious amounts of money and just generally languishing in my success. Unfortunately, this isn't that parrallel world- I don't own the avengers (sad face). I said this note will be shorter than the last one. I lied. Sorry. On with the show!
Bruce cowered in the darkness, terrified as he heard the boots march closer, and the light from the torches grow nearer. His blood turned to ice as one of the soldiers called out to the other "The heat trace definitely indicated he came this way- according to this he must be close." Damn! It hadn't occurred to Bruce that they would have tracking technology with them- being in the wilderness for so long had made almost forget the modern world. Feeling like a trapped rabbit, Bruce tried to calm down and consider his options. He could stay hiding, and hope they wouldn't find him- unlikely, as the opening was clearly visible in torchlight and the infra red equipment they had would show his location clearly. Or, he could try and make a run for it. It was unlikely they wouldn't see him; they were getting closer every second. However, he had the slight advantage that he had been in the tunnels before, although he'd never had to run blind. Hopefully, the extra knowledge would give him the ability to evade his hunters, even if they did have light. The chances were slim though. Bruce stifled a sob; why couldn't they just leave him alone? It was too late now though. Squaring his shoulders, he carefully edged his way to the opening- a slim chance was better than no chance. Taking a deep breath, he flung himself in front of the torch beam and sprinted for his life.
Back in the control room the atmosphere was glacial; nobody had uttered a word in the last five minutes. Steve visibly jumped as Tony broke the silence "Do we really need Bruce?" Fury ceased his pacing, and glared at Tony out of his one good eye "I don't think we need any of you, but the council insisted we bring you in. That includes Bruce. Their decision is final". From the tone of his voice, it was clear he considered the conversation ended. Tony, however, chose to ignore the hint. "Is that really the best decision though after last time? I'm guessing he's going to be even more... messed up. He needs help, not a super hero mission! Where did you even find him, anyway? I've been looking since his left- couldn't find a trace. It's like the bloody guy vanished into thin air." Fury sighed visibly, knowing that trying to shut Stark up was a lost cause. "We initially had the same problem as you- we couldn't find him in any of the places we expected him to be, and none of our agents received so much as a whisper about him. Then one of our scientists had the brilliant idea to trace the Hulks gamma signature- he figured it'd be different to normal gamma radiation due to its reaction with Dr Banners cells. He was right too. In the end we managed to track him to the middle of the Peruvian jungle- apparently he's staying with the natives. Our team should hopefully have him in custody now" Tony glanced up at Fury sharply "You make him sound like a criminal" There was no reply, and the atmosphere sank into a tense silence.
Flying round a corner, Bruce reflected that his decision might have been a mistake- his pursuers were getting closer and more and more seemed to be joining the hunt as his location was conveyed. "It would have been easier just to wait in the dark" He reflected. His horror of becoming a danger to society again falsified that thought though. He had lost his bearings a while ago; the only thing guiding him through the twisting multi-levelled maze was his hand skimming the wall as he raced along, and going down the opposite corridor to any of the soldiers. Abruptly the corridor he was running down came to an end- his head hit the wall with a mighty smack and he heard his nose crack loudly. He dropped like a stone, writhing around on the floor dazedly. His nose was agony, yet it was nothing compared to the pounding in his skull. His vision swam as he stood up unsteadily, waves of dizziness causing him to double over retching. His heart sank as the torch light fell on him and a voice shouted triumphantly. Suddenly the Hulk invaded his mind, fighting to take control and force him to transform; the attack was so sudden that Bruce was unprepared. His muscles bulged and acquired a green tinge. He impulsively tried to fight the transformation, only distantly aware of the cries of alarm from the men. There was a soft explosion of air, followed by a sharp sting in his neck. In his befuddled state, he didn't register that it was a tranquilizer dart until his legs folded under him and he quickly collapsed into the unconsciousness. The last thing he was aware of was a voice above his head; "We've got him, bringing him in now".
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