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P.S. I'm planning on putting Logan (Wolverine) In the story, but i haven't seen many of the movies. If any of you have descriptions or something that could help me write him, it would be appreciated, like, when he was first introduced, and his attitude/habits and things. I know about the claws and everything...


Bruce Banner, was not good with small confined spaces, nor things that flew in the air. Any that involved both usually involved a panic attack and him waking up in some corn field lacking necessary garments to be seen in the public with.

After getting to the Stark Tower ahead of the rest of the seething and confused Avengers (Natasha the one seething), He had immediately moved to a computer, asking Jarvis to open a folder that had the energy samples of the odd weapons Tony had insisted the people that had framed him used.

He waited, noticing with a frown as the lights were off, not even a slight hum of electricity as Jarvis seemed completely void of life, causing Bruce to wonder around, feeling for a switch and flicking it on as he moved his way into the lab- the door unlocked.

Moving to a single monitor, his breath hitched as it displayed a single address, one that he recognized as Tony's private jet house, ready for a moments flight anywhere.

In addition, apparently, the jet was already informed of his arrival.

Thankfully, Bruce didn't have many attachments to belongings, and was quickly on his way out the door, calling a taxi over as he shifted his single bag to a more comfortable position as he tossed it into the cab beside him.

The ride was uneventful, the driver did not ask why he was at some random jet hanger on the outskirts of the city, and just to add to it, didn't recognize him, letting him have a few minutes of peace that wasn't filled with a gushing fangirl (Or guy, in this case)

One he was on the steps up to the jet, there was a flight attendant in a short skirt with a quick yet tidy bun looking him over with pursed lips, painting a startling scarlet that matched her shirt.

"We have been waiting for you, Mr. Banner, am I correct?" She asked, looking him up and down, and he shifted, not liking the intimidating stare she was giving him.

"Er- that's me. Doctor Bruce Banner." He offered a hand, but she made no move to meet it, sniffing slightly at the single slightly beaten duffle bag he brought with him.

"Pleasure." She stated before turning and marching inside the jet, heels clicking in succession as she walked into the pilot's corner, sitting at the main seat and clicking the safety buckles.

It took Bruce a few seconds to realize that she was the pilot, and he hurried inside, awkwardly throwing his bag in another of the lush comfortable chairs and sitting down, staring out the window as the door automatically clicked shut. The woman prepared a few pre-flight tests, moving the small flaps up and down before moving the jet slowly.

Bruce's hands dug into the leather seats, nubby nails pressing deeply as he felt the plane lift and the following nausea and the sick feeling of his organs shifting inside him.

"This is your pilot speaking. We are now at a safe flight altitude. You are now free to roam about the cabin. Beverages and Snacks are within the snack area, and Mr. Stark provides televisions for your convenience. If you wish for any contact please press and hold the red button on the left hand side of the cabin to create an audio feed to my deck, thank you."

Bruce blinked hearing the woman speak in her clipped tone as he eyed the button, gingerly pressing it and speaking once the small red light lit up.

"Er- hi. Where exactly are you taking me?"

"Mr. Stark has given me direct orders to transport you. No information regarding your landing area is provided until we are over the Atlantic Ocean. Thank you."

Atlantic Ocean- was he in Europe?

Bruce's throat seemed to clog as he swallowed quickly in some attempt to remove it, sitting heavily on a chair and holding his head in his hands, tugging harshly at the brown curls.

A few hours on a plane, he could do this.

x-(X)-x

Bruce had never been so happy to be out of a jet.

It was a nice jet- very nice actually, he just didn't like flying, and he was sure that there were imprints from his nails on the leather armrests from both the take off and the landing.

He winced, stretching out his shoulders as he grabbed his bag, throwing it over his back as he cautiously made his way down the thin aluminum stairway that led to the door. The pilot observed with a frown as Bruce touched ground, shoes sinking into the gravel on the side of the runway as he took a few seconds to observe his surroundings.

They were on some sort of edge of a mountain side, the landing strip tucking nicely next to it as the trees picked up on the far side, making their way up the mountain while trees on the other sloped downwards steadily, making their way to a cerulean blue ocean in the distance and far below, touching craggy peaks.

"Where am I?" Bruce asked, looking out and at the pilot, who crossed her arms, looking bored.

"Maine? Vermont?" Bruce tallied off with a frown, and before the woman could respond, a different voice cut through.

"Try Canada."

Bruce spun, a smile on his face as he spotted Tony, at ease against a trust convertible car, a T-shirt stained with oil and yet pulling off the look with designer sunglasses that weren't actually needed.

"Nova Scotia to be exact- they have fantastic lobster. Jarvis noted that the airport was picking up Kathy's signal- thanks Kathy." Tony smirked to the pilot, who craned her head in a nod, moving to dismantle the stairs and fly away again.

"Anyways- I have loads to tell you. Hop in- I'll explain some on the ride." Tony offered, using one arm to flip over the side and into the driver's seat with a fluid motion only experience could create.

Bruce shuffled over, dropping his bag in the tiny trunk before easing into the convertible, buckling and tightening the strap a little more than usual, ignoring Tony's lifted eyebrow as he waited for said man to start to drive.

Bruce fisted his hands in the belt as his eyes watered from the sudden speed, his breath caught while tony continued rambling away, as if they were simply walking along on a sidewalk.

"Pepper and Rhodey are here, Rhodey nearly got hit by SCORP and I don't want to risk Pepper, besides Pep can manage SI from here, and since those SHEILD idiots don't know how to track half as well as they should, you're safe here." Tony flippantly called, taking a sharp left turn and down through one of the many tunnels that dotted the cliff faces.

"Here?" Bruce questioned weakly, still confused at what just happened in the few hours since Tony had gotten away from SHEILD.

"Nova Scotia- Casa de la Stark. Small little thing- you'll have the fourth room, has an attached bath and all the things you need. Rhodey goes out to get things for us- Pepper's too noticeable and I'm not sure if the Avengers are well known in Canada, but I know that a billionaire isn't something you'd ignore." Tony rambled, Bruce blinking and giving a slow bewildered nod.

They took another sharp turn on a road that Bruce didn't even see at first, pulling up to a cliff edge where a house sat, a glass wall keeping the edge a good four feet away as Tony pulled into the small (for him) garage, parking next to another convertible (some sort of Camaro) and an out of place Honda.

"For Rhodey." Tony explained when he noticed Bruce's pointed look, and he slid to a stop, garage door sliding closed behind while bright white lights lit up, Bruce grabbing his bag and hurrying after tony who was already at the door.

"Basic rules- we can't have anyone out here cleaning up for us, so don't make a huge mess- not like you do…neat freak." Tony mock scowled as he walked past, tossing his keys on a glass shelf just on the left of the door, letting Bruce look around, eyeing the small living room with the glass wall looking out over the ocean.

"It's beautiful." He breathed, causing Tony to mock scowl.

"And my tower isn't? Nah- I know what you mean…" Tony smiled, and Bruce blushed slightly, hesitantly sitting down next to Tony who practically flung himself onto one of the couches.

"Tony, have you gone an- Oh…hello Bruce." Pepper awkwardly stated, walking in and holding a pile of recently printed papers, a pen sitting just behind her ear while she watched, hesitantly walking closer.

"I need you to sign these- it's about the charity event in Bo-"

"Don't care." Tony shrugged, taking the offered pen and quickly scribbling his name while Pepper retreated, Bruce giving her a small smile as she vanished around the corner of the building.

"Anyways- thanks for helping me out back on the Helicarrier, I'm positive Fury's little minions won't even think to use Morse Code- how did you get those lights anyways?" Tony asked, the sudden rambling directing Bruce's attention to the man himself.

"Oh- er…I found the breaker room."

"…You turned off the light switch." Tony deadpanned in shock and yet awe, Bruce blushed, giving a slight nod before Tony fell back against the couch, cackling madly.

"Those idiots didn't even check the light switch! Ha! 'The best the world has to offer' my ass!" Tony cackled, causing Bruce to join in on a little bit of the laughter.

"Sir, if I may interrupt. Sirs Odinson, Rodgers, Barton and Miss Romanoff are attempting access into the tower."

"Huh? Oh, visual please- thanks Jar." Tony nonchalantly stated, putting his arms behind his head as the TV across lit up with a security feed, oddly in colour and with audio for a dumb old device.

"This is what Jarvis sees- you can't see those ones." Tony explained as they watched the group march in, Natasha limping ever so slightly as she looked around with a frown.

"Jarvis, can you get the lights?"

Nothing. Absolutely nothing happened.

"You didn't." Bruce exhaled, the slightest twitch of a smile on his face from the confused and annoyed looks on the others.

"Jarvis? Hello? Anybody ho- Damn Stark! He probably deactivated his entire tower!" Clint cursed, walking forward and pressing on a door that was electrically locked, and Tony watched him strain, trying to push it open while his efforts did nothing.

"Shut down every single command- can't wait for Thor to figure out the toaster won't work." Tony stated smugly, Bruce watching in awe as the others struggled to do the smallest tasks they had all taken for granted.

"Damn It Stark! I'm going to hogtie you and leave you in Fury's office!" Clint cursed, moving around before dropping onto the couch with a scowl.

"The suits are gone as well as all of his robots and blueprints from his lab. This place is literally a wasteland. Jarvis is out as well as the power. This place has nothing for us." Natasha stated, appearing in the stairway to the lab, and Steve frowned, looking around.

"So what? Do we go and rent an apartment?"

"Without Stark's money? We won't be able to pay for it."

It was quiet as they waited, thinking over something, somehow a way to solve the problem.

"Oh no….We're going to have to bunk with Fury…"

"…Friends! The Poptarts are missing!"

"…Aw crap."


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