A/N: Only one more chapter! Maybe two, but probably one. The last one is my favorite though. :D

So what if you can see the darkest side of me

No one will ever change this animal I have become

Help me believe it's not the real me

Somebody help me tame this animal I have become

-Animal I Have Become; Three Days Grace

Peter was fairly certain that it was a bad thing when three men came in and grabbed him. That was about all he could think of past the waves of pain as they dragged him down the hallway and thrust him into a room with an older man in a high-ranking uniform.

"Tell me, why does Banner choose someone as weak as you to hang around?" Peter grinned.

"I might not be as weak as you think." He said. There was a roar right after he spoke, and Peter recognized it right away.

"Sounds like you're having some problems." He commented. The man's face hardened.

"Not for long. As soon as Banner kills you, he'll be too devastated to fight us anymore." The man motioned and the other three dragged him towards a door. Peter had to wonder why in the world villains did that, tell their victim all their plans. It seemed like a bad thing to do. However, that was all the time he had to think about it, as the goons shoved him through the door before quickly shutting it. He managed to land on his feet, and stay there, but he doubted that would help against the very angry Hulk that was banging around the room. He was a little worried, he'd dealt with the Hulk before, but never while he was this angry.

"Hey, Big Green." Better to get himself noticed now rather than later. The Hulk turned, a scowl still on his face.

"How ya doin'?" Peter leaned against the wall, wincing a little. The Hulk moved closer, his scowl fading a little.

"Yep, you know me, don't you?" Peter grinned. Looks like his nervousness was unfounded. The Hulk moved even closer.

"Buggy." The word was almost a growl and it took him a moment to decipher it.

"Buggy? Really, Buggy?" He winced again, this time at the nickname. Sure, it wasn't as bad as Cupid, but still… The Hulk nodded.

"Buggy." Peter rolled his eyes.

"Whatever. We have bigger worries. But I'm having words with you about appropriate nicknames later." He glanced around the room, trying to figure out the most likely place for the Hulk to be able to smash his way out. He pointed at the door.

"Smash there." He ordered. The Hulk grunted before driving a massive fist into the door, splintering it into smithereens. The wall around it was next to go, not as reinforced as the rest of the room.

"Good job, Big Green." The words were barely out of his mouth before gunshots sounded, the Hulk batting them away like angry bees. Peter stayed right behind him, not wanting to get hit. An angry roar had most of the guards running away, but the jerky guy who seemed to be in charge was still standing there, a few soldiers around him.

"Aim for the little one!" He was yelling. Peter grinned and jumped on the Hulk's back, sticking there. Big Green seemed to realize what he was doing and made sure to keep his front towards the guards.

"Let's get out of here buddy!" Peter yelled over the gunfire and the moron. The Hulk roared again, which Peter was guessing meant something like: 'What do you think I'm trying to do?'

Surprisingly enough, it really wasn't all that hard to get out of the building. The hard part was when they were outside; they had no idea where they were. At least, Peter didn't, and he was fairly certain that the Hulk didn't either.

"Well Big Guy, pick a direction." He said, knowing that there would likely be lot of alarms going off pretty soon, likely even a helicopter or two. Peter was pretty sure the Hulk could take them, but he didn't want to check. The Hulk started off jogging towards the sun. Peter figured that was as good a direction as any other and jumped to the other guy's shoulder, hoping that he would be able to hold on for a while. Judging by how dizzy he was, he might not.

By the time Tony, Steve, and Natasha got to the bunker, it was almost completely destroyed, and only General Ross and a handful of soldiers were left.

"You know, I'm starting to think they didn't need our help." Tony commented, surveying the scurrying soldiers.

"There's still something left to do." Natasha corrected, her eyes trained on the yelling general. Tony grinned and lowered his faceplate.

"You in, Cap?" Steve smiled.

"Let's scare the bejeebers out of him."

"Are you the reinforcements? It took you long enough to get here!" Tony decided immediately that he didn't like the stuffy rude man. Natasha being the first one off, it was understandable that Ross thought they were all normal.

"Sorry Ross, we aren't here to help." Tony walked out of the plane, Steve right behind him. He wished he had a camera to capture Ross's face and show Bruce.

They found them an hour later, in the opposite direction of the village, two dark spots against the light-colored sand and grass. Peter was unconscious, with Bruce bent over him.

"You know doc, there are better ways to take a vacation." Tony called. Bruce shook his head.

"Not now Tony. Peter needs medical attention. I think he's got some broken ribs, and a broken arm, and May will kill us if anything happens to him." Bruce stood after Steve picked up Peter to put him in the jet.

"Oh, and there's the little fact that I'm still more than a little ticked at you." He brushed past the billionaire into the jet, Tony right behind him.

"Aw, don't be that way! If it makes you feel any better, Ross won't be bugging you anymore!" He called over the roar of the engine. Bruce sat in one of the chairs, leaning his head against the wall.

"That's a nice thought, but it's never going to happen." He said, unable to make himself feel really concerned about that fact.

"Well, it should help that he's a little beat up. And Natasha stripped him of his rank, which I totally didn't know she could do." Tony said, grinning. Bruce shrugged.

"Trust me, that won't stop him." Ross's hatred of him knew no bounds. Tony settled into one of the other seats.

"Yeah, he seems to really hate you. Why?" Bruce closed his eyes, a small smirk on his face.

"I may have dated his daughter." He replied. Betty. She was so beautiful, even as a fading memory.

"Wait, that's the Betty you told me about?" Tony asked, obviously shocked. Bruce opened one eye.

"When did I tell you about her?" He asked. He really wasn't sure when that was.

"Uh, I think it was right after the battle. You were pretty out of it, and kept babbling about her." Bruce closed his eye again. He was exhausted, always was after a transformation. It didn't take long for him to drift off.