Bruce honestly didn't remember what happened next. Between hearing his father scream about killing his mother, his child and seeing his beautiful Lara crumble to the ground, too shocked to even scream.

The next thing he became fully aware of was being guided to sit down, he sat in a golden room alone and broken, blood covering his hands as he shook and sobbed. He was an utterly useless heap. He tried to piece together his fragmented memories.

"HEIMDALL!"

Bruce remembered Thor's thunderous voice boom.

"OPEN THE BIFROST!"

Bruce remembered clutching Lara in his arms, praying to every God that he didn't believe in that she would be alright, that this was a dream. He remembered being sharply yanked away from her, he remembered a bright colourful light.

Bruce felt like he should have been more disoriented, what with being pulled into an extraterrestrial portal, being suddenly hoisted onto a large horse and held by a very large presumably Asgardian man, having never even petted a pony before, and now galloping across a literal rainbow bridge that reminded him a little too much of a psychedelic punk rock music video.

Bruce just sat in the room lifelessly, head hung in his bloody palms. His baby was dead, his Lara was potentially dying, if she didn't make it through this Bruce didn't know how he would either. In the pit of his despair Bruce thought that Steve would make a better father then him anyway.

He basked in heavy silence as his mind continued to attempt to unlock the puzzle that was his memory of what happened. Why couldn't he remember?

There was so much blood, Bruce remembered a sickening crack as his fathers skull went crashing against his mother's headstone. He remembered that Hulk was no where to be seen, one of the few instances that Bruce's brain felt absolutely his own. He remembered a rage that was all his own. He remembered blood pouring onto the grass. He remembered shaking as his hand was still held in a tight fist, his stomach coiled in a white hot rage and tears streaming down his face.

Did, did Bruce kill Brian? God did he kill his ownfather? Is that what happened? Bruce knew he was a monster... Hulk was still silent and it was almost funny, for years Bruce wanted desperately for the inside of his head to be this silent, and now he couldn't standit.

The silence was shattered as the two doors swung open violently, heavy pounding footsteps echoed across the room as Thor appeared.

"Dear Bruce! I bring you great tidings!"

Bruce remained quiet, he kept his head in his hands as violent silent sobs racked through him.

This however, did not deter Thor in the slightest as women flittered behind him, trying to politely tell their prince to be careful.

"Come see your tiny yet glorious warrior!"

Bruce looked up startled when he heard the sudden crying of a baby.

"Please my prince!" One of the women attempted to work up the courage to chastise their prince. "The baby will be easily startled! You must be quiet."

"And GENTLE!" Another maiden with more grit chimed in. Thor had never pertained a reputation for being delicate.

None of the women knew what to do when suddenly their crowned prince of Asgard had decided to take the baby from their grasp and proceeded to happily storm away seeking out Bruce.

No... Was this hell? Was this a sick and twisted joke? Giving him one last tinge of hope only to rip it away. His child was dead and yet Thor was cruel enough to give him hope.

Bruce turned his head, just the slightest so that one eye was peaking out of his palms, his hollow gaze directed at Thor who, once again was completely unaffected by the harsh vibe of the room.

"While tending to your wife's injury labour was induced. Your baby seemed to have healed herself in the womb!" That's what the healing woman told him anyway.

"There's not a scratch on her!" Thor's voice boomed proudly, the baby cried once more and Thor this time, looked guilty and whispered a soft "Sorry small one." to the infant in his arms.

Bruce was almost too afraid to take a look into the bundled blanket. It was impossible... If this was a trick he had no problem morally with tearing down Asgard. Yet, that was definitely the cry of a baby.

He took a deep breath and stood up, shuffling towards Thor. When he gazed down he saw a tiny baby, her skin seemed to be splashed with patches of green, there was the smallest tuft of brown hair and vibrant green eyes were staring widely back at him as the small baby stopped crying in favour of holding Bruce's attention.

Bruce's mouth hung open and his heart sped up and Hulk rushed to the forefront of his mind so quickly he felt an immense headache for a few seconds and almost fell down from the impact.

True to Thor's word she was fine, her tiny belly rose and fell as she breathed and she didn't have a single scratch on her.

She was alive...

She was a she...

Bruce had a daughter...

He felt a surge of instant recognition from Hulk, feeling a connection immediately.

"She's a hulk." Bruce uttered in astonishment, not really knowing what else to say. She had Hulk's healing factor. Come to think of it Bruce had never seen a scratch on Jason from all the wild and rugged outdoors play he did.

The moment that, that gamma radiation bomb went off and changed his life Bruce felt cursed but now an overwhelming feeling of gratitude crashed over him in waves. All the pain and all the grief that came with that transformation was suddenly worth it, because now the results of that transformation had saved his baby girl.

He could feel Hulk underneath his skin beaming with pride.

"And-and Lara?" Bruce's voice was barely a whisper and his eyes were wide as he swallowed thickly, that tiny tinge of hope never felt so strong.

"The lady is recovering, she is still receiving care but she shall be fine." One of the women spoke kindly to Bruce with a smile.

Bruce collapsed, falling to his knees ungracefully with a loud thud. Was this really happening? Was for once finally something in his miserable life actually going his way?

"Come now Brother Banner!" Thor dropped to the floor himself as the women behind him let out soft gasps and some even cringed at his unintentional reckless behaviour.

Thor, with a sense of gentleness, extended his arms and held out the baby in Bruce's direction. Bruce was frozen, this baby was so pure, he didn't want to taint her with his-

Bruce had no time to finish that thought as Thor forced the baby into his arms.

"Gaze upon her and hold her close dear Bruce! She is small yet mighty!"

Bruce held back another fresh sob,

his tears however, continued to stream down his cheeks as he held her, his daughter. This tiny life that meant so much to Bruce in such little time. Bruce knew at this moment he would do anything forthis child. He raised his hand and gently brushed his fingers across her warm cheek. The baby cooed as she reached out and grasped onto Bruce's finger.

A smile broke through his cries, Bruce and Hulk were both bursting with happiness.