Why was Bruce going green? I mean, I know why, but why now? When I'm around?

"Calm down Bruce!" Agent Romanoff tries to yell at the quickly changing Bruce while struggling to get her leg out from under the pillar sort thing.

But I don't think Bruce was there any more. Hulk let out a roar and got ready to go at Agent Romanoff.

I have to help.

"Hulk! Relax man! It's just us. Chill!" He turned towards me and roared, just as Agent Romanoff freed herself. She got ready to run, but looked back at me frozen in fear. "Go." I whispered. She was more important.

She looked conflicted, but decided to go and give a dead girl her last wish.

"Alright, . I think we all need to calm down." I said, raising my hands as he stepped closer.

Hulk looked at me with the creepiest eyes I've ever seen, before turning and running towards the Black Widow. Was I not important enough? I mean I'm relieved for myself, but kind of insulted.

Agent Romanoff!

I began running after them, finding an amazingly difficult obstacle course to follow. Pipes jutting out of the walls, hot smoke blocking my way, things thrown randomly about, and, my favorite, a single pebble placed in the center of the path. Which I tripped, and fell very loudly, on.

I finally get to where they are to see Agent Romanoff jumping into some hidden passageway thing and Hulk prepare to jump after her.

"Hulk. Stop!" He turned toward me with angry, more like annoyed, eyes. But he didn't get to stare at me for long.

A hammer, a gigantic alien looking hammer, burst out of nowhere. Smacking Hulk in the face before finding its resting spot in strange guy number two's hands.

What the fuck?

Who fights with a hammer anyway? I mean, thanks and that's pretty cool, but a hammer?

And then begins the smackdown.

Punches and hammers were thrown while I tried my very hardest not to get involved. I'm not sure if you can tell, but I'm not the most athletic or strong in just about every room I'm in.

Eventually I was blocked into a corner while covering my head with my hands. It was a very nice corner, though. Traditional Shield grey and all the normal jazz of Shield. So no jazz, obviously.

Somehow I ended up alone with Hulk in a room with some wall missing. With his attention totally, and laser, focused on me.

Luckily, or unluckily if you're a fan of cool planes with big guns, something got his attention. A cool plane with big guns, believe it or not. And I understand how hard that could be to believe, especially since Shield's involved. Sarcasm.

I try to hide behind Hulk, hoping not to seem like a threat to the pilot of those very big guns, but I don't seem to be too important to the pilot. Hulk, he's focused on Hulk.

And he starts shooting.

"Ahh! Stop! Please!" He doesn't seem to care. In fact, he cares just about as much as Hulk cared about him. Who was swatting away bullets like flies.

So, once again, I was using Hulk as a Shield. But this time I was on his back holding onto his shoulders for my life. He cared about me as much as he cared about the bullets, not at all. Which was good for me, he could easily take me down.

Until it very obviously wasn't.

Hulk jumped the, admittedly small for a beast like him, gap onto the plane. With me on his shoulders. This hasn't been the very best day.

While he began ripping the plane apart, seemingly powered on by the screams the pilot sang out, I began hyperventilating.

I screamed as Hulk refused to let the pilot go to safety, and cried when he finally released him.

"Hulk! Pleas-" I was interrupted by my own sob. I held on tighter while I cried and the wind ripped the tears from my face.

Hulk looked back at me as the plane spiralled down, noticing me now. I guess I should count myself luckily when he went back to his task of destroying the quickly falling plane.

The monster even felt bad for me.

Who was I kidding. I felt bad for me.

Then the big bad ground showed up. I guess I should have known it was coming, as it always seems to, but I had a lot of things on my mind.

Hulk began twisting around so his back faced the ground. I faced the ground. Shit.

"Hulk! Please help!" I sobbed wildly.

He grunted and grabbed me of my back. The wind stung my eyes and my hair flew around without a purpose. I let out a scream as I got very dizzy.

It didn't last for too long, though. I eventually found myself in the Hulk's strong grasp. Protected from the wind and the quickly approaching ground.

In a monster hug.

I'm not complaining, however it may seem. That was really thoughtful of Hulk. To protect the frail human from the ground.

When we impacted I felt the air rush out of me and my body curl inwards. It was only for a few seconds, but terrifying none the less, that I struggled to breath in. I cried, sorry I meant to say sobbed, for a bit too long before crawling off of Hulk.

That's when the most disturbing process of nature, or the unnatural I guess, happened.

Hulk shrank, turned pale, and bones snapped before they settled on the normal shape of Bruce Banner.

And I cried in relief. I was crying a lot, but I felt it was justified.

When I finally calmed down, I realized he was stark naked. Haha, Stark.

I thanked everything that I had put on a jacket, before taking it off and laying it across his more private parts.

That is something I don't ever want to explain.

When the door to the warehouse, that must be what this was, creaked open I near freaked out. But then a friendly looking many walked in, scared out of his wits.

He noticed me with a start.

"What?"

"Help me."

After explaining more than I really should have and introducing myself to one we sat in a silence.

I'm not great in awkward situations.

"Just breathe through it. It's honestly not that big of a deal." Torin said in a calming way. Doing nothing to calm my racing nerves.

"Yeah it is. My mom's gonna' be there and if anything goes wrong she had a reason to cancel the mentorship."

"It's a good thing you'll do fine then, right?" I smiled at him, appreciating his relentless calming words. "All you have to do is go up to the stage and read from your script. Simple."

"Simple." I repeated.

Torin could tell I was freaking out, though. He could always tell, he practically raised me.

"Have your notecards." I raised the ones in my hands.

"Check."

"Back up cards?" I patted my right pocket.

"Check."

"Go to the bathroom?"

"Check."

"Then you'll be fine." He held me by the shoulders and looked deeply into my eyes.

"How do you know?" I said miserably. I don't want to do this.

"I know you'll do amazing, because you're amazing, Pip. Now go show the world."

He grinned at me and I couldn't help but do the same.

Show time.