I pushed myself away from him and off the wall, staring at him.

His clothes were torn in a few places where they hadn't been only seconds before. The tears in the woven fabric were stress tears-formed by pulling and stretching.

We stood there like that for some time, looking at each other, wondering what had happened only moments before. He was the first one to speak...

"What did you to me?" he asked un-accusingly, still in the same language he had with the Indian man. He stood at an angle, his head craned sideways towards me. I could tell from the corner of his eye he was looking at his hands.

"Nothing...well nothing intentional at least..." I replied in English.

His shock continued, "You...speak-"

"English? Yes. Didn't you hear me tell that man to get out of here?"

He looked down again, "I was a bit preoccupied..."

"Right" I whispered

He looked up quickly- back at my face. He looked very shaken with his silvery/black hair tousled and his brown eyes wide.

"So...I suppose you...saw the..." he paused making a 'go on' motion with his hands.

"The umm..."

"Other guy?" he smiled

"Yeah." I smiled and let out a short laugh

It was good to get away from the heavy but that didn't last long as we lapsed into silence again. Both our eyes on the ground- although I could feel his eyes wander up towards me at times. But when I checked, his gaze immediately returned to its spot on the floor.

"If you saw...then why are you not screaming?"

I couldn't tell him here in this alley. I couldn't tell him now. I wasn't ready. This was only my first day here and I had already met him, preformed some weird unexplained miracle to calm him down, and now I was in the position to tell him about he mission.

But I wasn't. Not yet. I had a lot of time here and having him Hulking out in the alley again, tonight, wasn't a very good plan of action.

"I guess I was prepared. So to speak..."

"Uh"

I could tell he wanted to say more but just couldn't find the words.

I was about explain when a couple of drunk bar-goers passed by the mouth of the alley and it was apparent that now and here wasn't the place for conversation.

Mr. Banner had the same thoughts evidently because he looked the passing people and stepped towards me.

"Come here." he said and took hold of my hand-his eyes still on the mouth of the alleyway.

I gasped and he realized his mistake.

"Sorry..." he exclaimed, his eyes landing anywhere but on me.

He took in a breath and said something I didn't catch, taking off in the opposite direction expecting me to follow.

But I didn't follow at first; I was too busy weighing my options. First of all, I still don't know what kind of man this really was and second of all, I still don't know what that electrical feeling that affected me and calmed him down was.

I later realized I had been standing there- unmoving for at least three minutes when I felt the warmth of another person near me. I flinched and looked up- hoping it wasn't another knife wielding drunk. It wasn't.

"Are you coming? I mean... I can understand if you don't feel comfortable. But believe me... I, I'm not going to hurt you. Although it you stay in this alley I can't promise someone else won't."

I shouldn't have believed him- just because you say you won't do something doesn't mean you won't.

But regardless I nodded up at him as a sign of my compliance.

He walked out in front of me, every once and awhile risking a look behind, right at me. I wish I knew what he was thinking as we walked. I suppose it was the same thing I was- 'can I trust you?'

I didn't have that answer to that question but what comforted me was that he didn't have that answer either-yet.

I tried to think that SHIELD wouldn't have put me in a civil mission where I would be dealing with a criminal, and immoral man- like a rapist.

At least I hoped not.

My chest tightened.

During our journey to where ever we were going, the small fairy lights throughout the city guided our way. It was easy to navigate the paths with those soft lights and it gave you a sense of safety.

A sense I desperately needed right about now.

As we walked I was glad we weren't in deep, meaningful conversation because it wouldn't have done any good. The low murmur I had heard when I first arrived had now escalated to a high-pitched buzz filled with laughter and sales-pitches from the local merchants.

It wasn't soon after our city walk that we made a sudden turn across the street and down a small path beside a cement building covered in paint and paper posters all written in their native tongue.

I started to breathe heavy- were we going to his apartment?

I didn't exactly feel all right with that but I'm sure thought nothing of it.

I suppose I just had to go along with it. I had always been good with my Self-Defense training with SHIELD...I just hope I didn't need to use it.

A/N: Hello everybody…I haft to admit this but I am actually quite…disappointed. I haven't been getting a lot of reviews. Now I know how time consuming writing a review is- there have been times where I didn't bother writing one myself but as a writer I know it can demotivate you to write. So I am thinking of making a new rule as much as it pains me…

A chapter every 5 reviews.

It seemed like a lot to me when I first thought about it but then I took a look at ALL the people who have favorite-ed this story and it doesn't seem outrageous at all.

So please, I'm begging of you guys, give me something. Whether it been praise or constructive criticism I don't care! Please R&R. Also if anybody knows the language they speak there in Kolkata/Calcutta please let me know- also the spelling of the city, as you can see there are two different ones I found…