No annoying author's note today. Just straight to the story.
-Fang
"Run!" Steve commanded the civilians who were just standing there, some taking pictures on their video-phone. Steve couldn't believe them. In the face of danger they just took out their phones and video-taped it. "Get out of here!"
He turned on the radio. "Tony, you okay?"
*Yeah. Monitoring our green friend now.* Tony's voice crackled over the radio. *Can you use Nat's tracker to go find her? We need her help.*
"On my way." Steve said, activating the tracker. He ran in the general direction of it. A park.
Natasha lifted up her head as she heard footsteps break the calm of the forest. A man. They were too light to be Tony's or Bruce's, so it was Steve.
"Steve?" She called out.
"Yes?" His voice responded as he appeared in the clearing.
"I'm going to go find Clint. Don't follow me or I'll resign from S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Avengers." Natasha said quietly, watching Steve carefully.
"Natasha, we need you, Bruce has Hulked out-"
"How am I supposed to help you with that? I can't calm him down... Nobody can."
"But you could just help in general..."
"Steve, you're losing this argument and we both know it." Natasha said, standing up. "I need to go find Clint. Tell the others where I've gone."
"Natasha!" Steve yelled at her retreating form in vain.
Two Hours Later...
"...But I am really sorry." Bruce ended, looking around at the Avengers assembled around him.
"Sorry doesn't cut it. You're lucky nobody died." Steve said, butting in at the end of Bruce's speech. All the other 'super-heroes' gathered around him looked just as pissed as he did. The Hulk could've killed thousands of people.
Suddenly, the giant window shattered and shards of glass flew everywhere. A tall man flew in.
"Mytrx" Thor growled.
Better chapter coming soon. Sorry for the long wait for a crappy chap. Life is taking all of my minutes right now.
BTW: Mytrx is pronounced my-trix, trix like the cereal.
Thanks for your soon to come love in reviews (right?)!
-Fang