A year later...
I don't know what happened between me and Bruce. Everything was going great, but that all changed the day we had a big fight. I had wanted to go back to New York, Bruce didn't want to go. I don't think either of us realized just how worked up he was getting. And then it happened he exploded and I got hurt, which really upset both Bruce and the Hulk. So he ran, and I hadn't seen him since. I stayed in Calcutta hoping he would return, but he never did. So after a month of waiting I left Calcutta and headed not to New York, but to S.H.I.E.L.D. During the whole mess with Loki, I felt like I doing something worthwhile. So what else could I do. I was going back to New York without Bruce, Tony would kill me. Training took a couple of months, I was working for S.H.I.E.D as a field agent instead of a science nerd, those days were far behind me.
I didn't see Romanov and Barton, apparently they had found residence elsewhere. So I was stuck working with people I barely knew, which wasn't so bad, I needed fresh start. I hadn't been there long when Fury sent me on my first field mission. I was to go to France, where there some suspected H.Y.D.R.A activity. Apparently it was too dangerous for anyone else, and I was the only one who had any hope of completing the mission. I knew there was a chance of not coming back, but it was imperative that it was handled as soon as possible.
