...PLEASE DONT HATE ME.

I mean you all probably do already and i dont blame you for a second.

O_O This chapter, however. WAS A FECKING BITCH!

...just saying.

This took like two tries in different senarios and half the time i was watching BBC Sherlock and listening to Cinematic Orchestra-Arrival of the Birds. Which by the way are both very BRILLIANT. I'm officially in love with Benedict Cumberbatch.

Special thanks to siriusxoo because without her the grammer for this chapter would be HORRENDOUS.

ANYWAYS.

Disclaimer: T_T The Marvel and Harry Potter universe DO. NOT. BELONG TO ME. They don"t, they just don't sniff, sniff I'm just going to cry in fetal postion now.

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October 25, 2003

Happy Birthday to me.

"Agent Lupin."

Happy Birthday to me.

"Agent Lupin?"

Happy Birthday dear me~eeeeeeee.

"Andy."

Happy Birthday to me.

"ANDROMEDA!"

Andy blinked rapidly, "Huh?! Wha-". She looked around bleary-eyed, at her surroundings. They were sitting around The Meeting Table of Boring Discussions. Andy was sitting between Natasha and Clint, both of whom were looking mildly amused. Whereas, Phil and Director Patty the Pirate were sitting across from her; Phil looked mildly amused as well and Patty the Pirate glared at her, following the daily routine perfectly.

"Good-" Andy paused to look at her watch; it read 12:23am, "Morning." she said wearily.

Andy sighed. "For the love of- Nikki, WHY! Do you not sleep? Are you high on something? I'm suppose to be a creature of the night and Merlin forbid it, I'm tired." she whined.

Fury opened his mouth to say something but Andy ignored him.

She looked at her three mentor, who were now three of her closest friends and said, "And what about you three? You all look as if it's two o'clock in the bloody afternoon."

Natasha rolled her eyes. "Well, how much sleep have you had from last night to now?" she asked.

Andy laid her head on the desk again. "An hour." she muttered distractedly, as she held up her hand to stop Natasha from talking, "And before you ask, I was bored, so I was experimenting on Maria's cactus and a couple of squirrels."

She brought her head up to face Fury. "Oh yeah. Nikki, I sort of blew up Lab 7...again." She sighed, "I also have to buy Maria a new cactus." She paused again, "And find more squirrels." She added as an after thought.

Fury opened his mouth to say something again, but Clint scoffed.

"You can be so dumb at times, Andy." he said.

Andy pouted and said, "I never asked for your opinion Clint." She grumbled and poked him in the side.

Clint poked back.

Then Andy poked back again.

Then Clint.

Then Andy.

"This can not be happening in front of me." Fury thought.

But alas it was.

Clint.

Then Andy.

Then Clint.

Then Andy.

Then Natasha ambushed Andy from behind, poking her on both sides.

Andy narrowed her eyes.
This. Meant. War.

First Andy.

Then Clint.

Then Andy to Clint.

Natasha to Andy.

Andy to Natasha.

Clint to Andy.

Andy to Clint.

The poking fight would have gone on for hours if Nikki hadn't exploded.

Fury whipped out three folders and threw them down on the desk (there was a slight bulge in Phil's jacket, so apparently, he already had his folders from what Andy could tell.)

"You four and a few other SHEILD agents are going to sedate and capture this man. He's an escapee from a testing facility. Do not engage him in any way, shape or form. He is highly dangerous and extremely volatile. Have a good fricken day." And he stormed out of the conference room.

The corner of Phil's mouth twitched up slightly as Andy grinned mischievously.

"You did that on purpose just to get under his skin, didn't you?" he asked her.

Andy hummed. "You said, it not me." was all she said.

Phil turned to Natasha and Clint, "You two were in on it too." he said, not in a question but in a statement.

"What gave it away?" Natasha drawled, as Clint snickered.

Andy smiled broadly. "I did actually blow up Maria's cactus and some squirrels though." she giggled out. Covering her face with her hands, her hair turned cherry red.

Her three mentors smirked. "What do you do in Lab 7, anyways?" Natasha asked.

"Stuff." Andy answered back, thinking about all of the different chemical mixtures and formulas, magical and muggle alike, that she had been testing. Wormwood, acetone, mercury, crushed unicorn horn, wolfsbane...

Andy sighed. "Did Fury just give us a mission?" she asked, furrowing her eyebrows. She snatched a folder and slipped it inside of her cloak.

She took a deep breath and let out a long breathy laugh. " I need more sleep." she stated groggily.

Phil smiled, "We'll leave at five. You can have four hours of sleep if you rush to get ready, when the fighter jet shows up so we can depart." He said.

Andy smiled. "Phil, you are a god-send." she said, standing up and striding to the door. "Ta, honey bunches. I'll see you all in a few." And she stumbled like a drunkard out of the room.

She stumbled towards her room, half asleep and close to collapsing. She took out the folder in her cloak and walked into her room, careful not to trip on or topple the piles of her records, books and notes.

She flopped onto her bed, set her alarm, and opened her folder, quickly reading it word for word in less then five minutes. She placed the folder on her bedside while an uneasy filling wiggled its way to the back of her mind.

In summary, all the folder said was that the man was dangerous, volatile and virtually indestructible. He had escaped from a testing facility after being caught in some sort of accident that change his way of thinking.

But something wasn't right. The one picture that SHEILD had given her for reference was a picture of a scrawny, pale faced man, that looked like he was in his mid-twenties. He was a man of science, a doctor that had never experimented in the field of chemical weaponry like nuclear bonds and such. All he did in his field that was greatly significant was that he was trying to cure serious diseases with a sort of radiation.

Fury wasn't telling her something. Something important, apparently, something that would change her perspective on the situation.

But, what is it? She thought angrily. Her mind was too clouded with the need to sleep that she couldn't think straight.

Dr. Banner, she thought as she drifted to sleep.

What's the real story behind you?

WAKE UP! DIDN'T YOU HEAR ME MISSY, GET YOUR LAZY ARSE OUT OF BED! YOU'RE LATE. WAKE UP. WAKE UP. WAKE UP. WAKE UP! I SAID WAK-.

Andy blew up her alarm clock. Again.

"Five more minutes." she mumbled, her hand sliding off of the bedside table and knocking over the mission folder.

The mission.

Shit.

Andy jumped out of bed and checked her watch. 4:51 am.

"Oh, for Merlin's sake." she muttered, slipping on her uniform quickly and changing her hair to a deep black. Black like the color of crow feathers.

She snatched her mother's worn battle cloak and slipped it over the cat suit, along with two specially modified guns and her wand into her belt.

She strode to the door, which was always left open except for those particular days, and pulled on her combat boots.

Andy checked the time again. 4:55 am.

Andy smirked. "Boss." she said, and turned on her heel, Disapparating to the top of the ship.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" Clint shouted, as Andy Apparated almost right on top of him.

Andy giggled. "Oops." she said, brushing herself off and helping him back up.

Clint took deep breaths. "Can't you aim where you want to land when you do your teleporting thingy?" he grumbled.

Andy shrugged sheepishly. "What? I'm a young, freelance witch-in-training. What do you expect?" she said, scratching the back of her neck like she normally did when she was embarrassed.

"Anyways!" Andy said, clapping her hands together. "Are we going to go now?"

Natasha, who was on her right, along with Phil, scoffed. "We were waiting for you." she said, pointing to the rumbling jet plane, ready and set on the runway.

"Right, then. Lets go." she said, running to the jet.

"Well, isn't she excited." Phil mused, smiling along with Clint and Natasha as they walked towards the jet slowly to get on the peppy werewolf's nerve.

Phil's smile faltered as an uneasy feeling washed over him for a split second. He tried to shake off the feeling but he couldn't ignore his instincts, which were screaming that something was going to go wrong.

"I'm bored."

"Shush, Andy."

"But I'm so BORED!" Andy sighed out as she fiddled with her wand.

Natasha rolled her eyes.

They were perched on top of an old apartment building that a reliable source had said was near the location Dr. Banner was hiding in. Now, the field agents that Fury had sent out with them were about to drive the man out of his hideout towards them, where some more field agent along with the four elite agents were to sedate him.

Clint was stationed on top of the building across from the building Andy and Natasha were on, and Phil was in the fighter jet, monitoring all of the CCTV cameras.

"When can I finally get around to doing something?" Andy whined.

"Andy. Shut. Up." Natasha growled.

Two minutes of silence before...

"Bored."

"Oh, for the love of-"

One minute later...

"Target is head towards you three, prepare to engage." Phil's voice said urgently through the coms.

Andy turned serious and ran over to the ledge; Natasha did the same, a few paces to the left of her, readying her tranquilizer rifle.

Andy looked around down below from the apartment building, adrenaline coursing through her veins.

"30 seconds and counting." Phil said.

'Wand at the ready.'
Andy heard her father in her head, smiled sadly, and twirled her wand in her palm.

"25 seconds and counting."

Andy pursed her lips together and breathed in deeply.

"20 seconds and counting."

"Clint, Phil, Natasha." Andy said, exhaling.

A chorus of 'Yes?' sounded through her com.

"Do you trust me?" she asked slowly.

"Of course."

"Definitely."

"Always. 15 seconds and counting, by the way."

Andy sighed, "I need all of you to really trust me right now."

"Andy, what's wrong? You don't sound like yourself." Clint asked.

"Nothing's wrong; I'm just going to do something semi-retarded." She took another long breath, "Something's wrong with this mission," she began quickly, "Fury is hiding something, an important piece of information about this man, something big. Something doesn't add up when I read this man's past and compared it to Fury's description of him."

"Ten seconds."

"What are going to do?" Natasha asked, though she already knew the answer.

"Something stupid." Andy answered back, looking at Natasha with a solemn expression.

"5 seconds. Andy. What. Are. You. Going. To. Do." Phill demanded.

4.

Andy saw movement down below, near one of the alleyways. "I'm going to help him."

"Fury will kill you." Natasha said, like a fact.

3.

"You three would help me out of that; you guys love me too much." Andy muttered distractedly as she kept her eyes trained on the pale figure. He looked panicked like a caged animal; she couldn't just let this happen without knowing the truth about him.

2.

Andy stood on the ledge of the apartment roof. "It's too late to call off those field agents, and I smell another party coming. Big guns, and a helicopter from the sound of it. It's too loud to be one of SHEILD'S, so either SHEILD ordered back up or someone else is very interested in. Did SHEILD order backup?" she asked quickly.

1.

"N-no." Phil answered back.

"Look, there he is!" He said suddenly.

Andy looked down at the flustered figure. He had heard the helicopter. "Look at him! He's scared, not dangerous. He needs help."

Silence issued through the coms.

Dammit. Andy wanted to scream out in frustration.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Phil hissed suddenly through the com.

"Go!" Three voices chorused together.

Andy smiled and swiftly fell off the building.

Andy landed on the ground, the shock traveling up her legs. She shook it off and looked around. Banner was looking frantically around the square which had three different alleyways to choose from; two were dead ends and one was the one leading to her own group.

"Phil, I might need your help later on." she muttered.

"Anything for you, Andy." he answered back.

"Don't worry. Me and Tasha got you covered."

She could hear Natasha mutter an agreement.

"I really love you guys." Andy said back to them as she sprinted toward Banner."

"Andy what are you-" Phil began.

Andy grabbed the doctor's hand with her right hand and pulled him into one of the alleyways. She ran a little ways down and then crouched down behind some old boxes and garbage cans, pulling him down with her.

The man let out a string of curses, so Andy placed her free hand over his mouth, "Shut up!" she hissed into his ear.

He kept on struggling. Andy rolled her eyes. "Do you want freedom, or not, smart guy? she asked.

He stopped struggling. Andy removed her hand and looked at him. Dr. Banner was of average height for an adult male, skinny from malnutrition, but subtly fit, brown black hair, dark chocolate eyes, had glasses in his pants pocket, was probably far sighted, was not carrying many belongings, which were all packed inside the backpack on his back, and a heart monitor, which beeped erratically on his left wrist, which made him obviously right handed.

She figured this all out in the matter of a couple seconds.

Andy leaned on one of the building's walls. "I need you to calm down right now, mister. They might hear your heart monitor."

"Trying." he said weakly, looking at the young girl oddly. "Who are you? Shouldn't you be at home, or something, kid?"

Andy huffed. "Are you Dr. Bruce Banner?" she asked ignoring his question.

He tensed, "Yes."

"Andromeda N. Lupin, pleased to meet you. I work for SHEILD. They want to capture you." she said bluntly.

The heart monitor started to beep erratically.

"Smooth, Andy." Phil said, through the com.

"I'm not going to." she said quickly, "but I need to know if helping you is the right thing. Why are you wanted by all these people? Are you a bad person, or something? Did you steal something important? I can't go through with something without all the info. Make it short and sweet, please, they're nearing the square."

Bruce looked at her and said, "I got caught in a radiation explosion and it changed some of my DNA. Now, I turn into a gigantic mindless green muscle man, nicknamed the Hulk by some, that can topple large cities, almost like a young child topples building blocks." He began laughing drily, "Good god, maybe you should just take me away. It would be better that way, wouldn't it?"

Andy looked at the man, "They put you in a cage for testing, didn't they? At that testing facility?" she muttered.

His head snapped up in surprise. She sounded almost understanding.
"Y-yeah." he responded.

Andy snarled quietly, making Bruce jump a bit. "I am getting you out of here."
She growled out, her eyes burning a feral yellow.

"I don't think you heard me correctly. I'm volatile, dangerous, bad." Bruce said.

"No, you can be potentially dangerous. But I think you, yourself, are alright, yeah?"

Andy looked up from behind the garbage cans to scan the area. She touched the com in her ear. "Phil, do you have any openings for me?" she asked, as she studied the fifteen or something men scanning the plaza, some coming slightly closer into the alleyway she and Banner were in.

"Charge directly. Go straight into first apartment to your right, and up the fire escape."

"Oooo, this is going to be fun." She murmured.

"Do not kill anyone."

Andy rolled her eyes. "You know I won't."

She looked down to Bruce. "We're going to charge our way out. You have to trust me no matter what. Do you understand?"

"Yeah. What are you going to do?" Bruce asked her.

"Something super awesome and very, very stupid." she said, and with that, Andy grabbed his hand and sprinted out of the alley.

Bruce Banner has met Andy.

3 FECK YEAH, Drinks all around. Millions of happy teenagers!

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