All right you lucky ducks, I'm updating quickly! Yeah for me! Thanks for all 'yall for supporting me, especially Lupinfan1 and LashAttack9(sorry if I totally spelled the usernames wrong, my auto correct does some silly corrections when I'm not looking.) Hopefully I'll get all the info right about Bruce, but no guarantees. Oh my gushnik, this is short, sorry!
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Chapter 4- Will You Return
Tony sat next to a computer- screen-thingy of his, rubbing a hand over his face. Steve had been right, Tony had a giant hangover, and it was terrible. Like, mega-terrible.
Finally, the screen completely loaded, giving him access to SHIELD files. For Tony, hacking the files had been like stealing candy from a not so cute baby.
"Let's see what Brucie is hiding," he muttered, clicking on the doctor's file. Multiple 'papers' flooded before his eyes, the screen suddenly seeming small and crowded. Tony clicked Bruce's main overview, which he knew pretty well. Doctor Robert Bruce Banner, who went by Bruce, was a scientist, yada yada, Lord knows how many PhDs, hit by Gamma rays, yada, turned into the Hulk, yada…. He already knew this stuff. What did Cap want him to really find?
Think Stark… Bruce, what do you not know about Bruce? Well, I think you know he doesn't really like the color green… What are best friends supposed to know about each other? I might as well start from the beginning.
Tony touched the first file on his childhood, and began to read. After the first few paragraphs, Tony felt his stomach drop.
Bruce's dad did WHAT?!
Tony's head started spinning; the words 'alcoholic', 'abuse', and 'killed' racing through his head. He blindly reached for a bottle of scotch, but put it back.
Holy cr*p, Bruce must hate me. Now is definitely not the time to be drinking. What do I do now? Think Tony!
Tony, gathering his wits, continued reading Bruce's file, and man, did his life stink. It was a miracle that Bruce was still living, and not majorly depressed.
Wait, is Bruce depressed? Maybe I should look into that.
Tony read another file on Bruce, when Hulk was still new, and the army was interested in him. He touched it, and tons of links came up, which Tony of course, being ever so nosy, opened, but was greeted by a 'locked' sign.
"Fine, we'll do it my way," Tony muttered, hands flying all over the holographic keyboard.
Soon, the 'locked' had turned into 'access granted,' and in no particular order, Tony clicked a random link. A video started on the screen, labeled 'Test H3'. The picture was clear, but most of the voices were muffled.
"Sir, we have told you many times, it would not be a good idea to take out the vital organs. Everything has been taken out except for the heart and brain, and they have all re-grown."
A new, rough voice began to talk. "What about puncturing those two organs? Have you tried that yet?" His question was met with silence, assuming the answer was no. "Then go on, stop standing there and do it!"
The camera shifted to what looked like an operation table as Tony felt his stomach clench in more ways than one. He knew the man lying on the table, and that man was Bruce. He looked more dead than alive, skin pale, and so thin he might have been able to slide out of the cuffs that were holding down his arms and legs. He was only wearing a pair of shorts, revealing the many cuts and scars littering his skin. Tony though he was going to vomit, but took deep breaths.
A person in a white lab coat approached Bruce, slipping another IV into his arm. He was drugged. The man with the rough voice approached Bruce, and he was a man Tony would never forget- 'Thunderbolt' Ross. He wore an army uniform, and looked down at Bruce with a sneer.
"I told you, I told you that you would never win. How does it feel?"
Bruce did not answer, but Tony noticed he was slowly, extremely slowly, slipping his hand out of one of the cuffs.
"Come on now, surely you can answer me?"
Bruce, in a quick movement, punched Ross in the nose. Ross staggered back, clutching his nose, which was now bleeding. Bruce than barely whispered, "The Other Guy has been waiting all month to do that." Suddenly is eyes closed as another lab assistant slipped a syringe in his skin.
Tony stopped the video, and noticed he was slightly shaking. There were about six more of these videos, and this clip wasn't even a quarter done.
"JARVIS?"
"Sir?"
"I need you to tell the others, but not Bruce, to come here. Now. Go send Banner off to do something, something preferably out of the tower."
"Any preferences on where sir?"
"No, just use your imagination. This is a big city, you shouldn't have that much trouble."
"Of course."
Tony sat back in his chair. He wanted a drink. This was too much.
Wait, no drinking, remember?
He could hear the others approaching, so he took a deep breath, and got ready for one of the most terrible moments of his life.
