I forgot that my sisters birthday was this week so my stories are a day late, anyway, here's the new chapter.


Jumping towards yet another building that had aliens stuck to the sides Whit was starting to feel the effects of her blood loss, for as she clung onto the side of the building she could feel her grip loosening. She couldn't stop though, not everyone was okay, the aliens were still fighting and surrounding people, and she wasn't going to leave them in the hands of creatures that didn't belong on the planet in the first place.

Hearing a huge roar Whit looked to the left to see Bruce in his mean and green form, jumping from building to building like a pro and quickly getting closer to her. It looked like he had finally gotten control of the beast inside of him, that much she was grateful for. The only thing that she was wary of was the fact that she had gone against what he wanted and left the hospital to fight. How would he react if he saw her fighting with a bloody shoulder?

Letting her grip slide off the building she fell to the ground, landing with a thud she felt her legs shake, but she didn't let it get to her as she rushed off to fight more of the creatures that threatened a group of people on the ground. Grabbing the thing from behind she threw it into a car before grabbing onto another one and going for his neck.

Thinking she was doing a pretty good job even with an injured shoulder Whit didn't see the other aliens that were just coming over a pile of rubble. Turning just in time to see Bruce crash down next to her and destroy them within seconds, she was definitely little jealous of the power he held.

The people that had been held hostage scattered, screaming and crying about this and that. Whit stared at the back of Bruce, for he had not yet turned around to face her, she imagined him angry and tried to jump away before he could catch her.

He whipped around fast and grabbed her with an angry growl, glaring down at her she could see worry in his big eyes. Pushing her to the ground he cautiously poked at her shoulder, bringing it back towards his face to see that his finger was covered in blood he looked back at her pain written face. Even in her monkey form you could tell that the animal was greatly wounded.

Grabbing her around the waste he jumped into a building, glass went everywhere but he did his best to shield his monkey from it. Placing her down in the middle of the building he drew his hand back from her to see that it too was now covered in her blood and that made him even more worried. Whit looked up at him, her weird animalistic eyes looked like they were torn, she wanted to be safe like Bruce wanted, but she knew that she needed to fight.

Shifting around from foot to foot Bruce looked down at her as she tried to pull herself to her feet, and pushed her back against the floor with his hand.

"Stay," he said in his own warped voice.

Whit looked into his eyes to see that he was really worried, but he had to fight as well. He just didn't want to fight knowing that she was killing herself doing the same thing. So he'd taken into the middle of a building, a shorter one that the worms would not likely crash through, and he'd worried over her.

"Stay," he said again before running back the way he came.

Whit looked after him until he jumped away. How worthless was she that she couldn't even help her own world when it needed her most? She made the man she had feelings for worry and take care of her even though she was just going to stand back up anyway.

Her mind had been made up as she as she reached for the alien in the hospital, she was going to fight until they had won, and only then would she collapse on the ground and hope she didn't die.

Getting to her feet shakily Whit clenched her teeth against any pain that threatened to bubble out her lips, lurching forwards she went out the opposite side of the building than where Bruce had run out of. If she ran into him again, what would he do?

Testing the strength in her injured shoulder Whit found that she was starting to lose feeling in that arm, she could barely grab a chair in front of her. Seeing a jacket on the ground Whit reached for it with her good hand before tying it around her shoulder in order to stop the bleeding at least a little bit. As she finished tying the knot with the use of her teeth Whit had a feeling that she knew she wouldn't make it out of this one. At the same time she felt that she had to, for there was still the matter of Bruce and Steve, and how she liked both of them.

Feeling unable to jump anymore Whit let herself fall from the building towards the rubble covered ground, smashing into it with a painful thump she pulled herself to her feet. Even in this state she could dispose of the aliens that ran the streets, she just hoped that she wouldn't run into Steve again, for now she was looking a little worse for wear and tear.

So she went to work, the creatures were strong and smart but Whit had an animal inside her that got excitement from ripping people's throats open. She felt that they didn't stand a chance, or perhaps she just didn't want to admit that she didn't stand a chance.

It was only when the sound of something shooting through the sky made her look to the clouds. Whit watched as Tony disappeared through the portal between the two worlds, what was he doing?

As Whit watched Tony her legs finally gave up, buckling beneath her weight she fell to the ground still gazing at the portal, what was happening? At this point it felt as if Whit's body was finally giving up, the aliens were endless and she was getting nowhere in her attempts to clear them off the streets. Even as Whit fought with her own body to get back up she knew that she wasn't going to be able to, her vision was getting dotty again.

The jacket that she'd tied around her shoulder was now a bloody mess, the once grey fabric that it had been made of was crimson and dripping. Leaning her back against a car Whit refused to take her eyes off the portal, from where she was sitting it looked like it was closing, for it began to shrink in size.

By now Whit was going on willpower, refusing to let herself black out until she saw that Tony was okay, that he had made it back, that he was alive.

Finally the man fell through the portal, Whit sighed heavily with relief before she allowed herself to give up. Just before she passed out Whit could feel the fur of her monkey form fall away from her body, for a mere second she felt the cold air hit her skin, and then there was nothing.

After Bruce had made sure Tony was okay he went to get Whit, going back to the building that he'd left her in he hoped to god that she was still there. Rushing to the middle of the building he saw a blood stain where he had put her, but she wasn't there, she wasn't even in the building anymore. With a choked roar Bruce glanced around the empty building frantically, barely noticing the small trail of blood on the ground that led towards the window.

Following it to the edge of the building Bruce looked down, hoping that she had chosen the ground instead of jumping from building to building, not she could have managed that in the state that she had been in. Sure enough there was a small crater on the ground with another stain of blood, it was weird following a blood trail to someone, but it was all she'd left behind.

After about ten minutes of looking by himself Steve and Thor joined in on the search for their injured friend, Bruce was getting incredibly irritated when he finally caught sight of a body leaning against a car.

It was Whit!

She was naked save for a dirty blanket that someone must have placed over her, did they think her dead and perhaps she should just be covered for now?

A great roar escaped Bruce's lips, he had hoped that maybe Whit would wake up just like Tony had, but she didn't move. In fact it looked like she wasn't breathing at all, her pale skin added to the effect of how dead she really looked.

Frantic with worry Bruce knew not what to do, pacing back and forth he was about to touch her when Thor crashed down next to him. Taking in the situation he leaned down and checked her neck for a pulse, looking back at Bruce with worry taking over his face.

"She's barely breathing," he said taking his hand away from her throat.

He didn't want to tell the green beast of a man that he didn't think she was going to live much longer; he didn't even want to admit it to himself. Whit had been a friend to everyone on the aircraft, laughing even when she wasn't happy at all, bringing her won weird personality into a mix of people stuck on serious mode.

"She needs healing," Thor said looking up at Bruce worriedly.

Bruce looked down at Whit with a scared expression on his face before he forced it away and got serious. Carefully he lifted her small body into his arms, growling at the warmth of the blood on her back when it hit his arm; he would not let her die.

With more haste then he had ever had before Bruce searched the whole city until he found a hospital, dropping in through the ceiling Bruce growled at all the doctors and nurses. They shied away from him like a dog might shy away from danger; luckily enough one of the nurses saw the injured woman in the beast's arms.

Whispering something to one of the doctors it took a brave man's courage to walk up to Bruce and check Whit's pulse.

"She's still here," he said looking up at Whit's face. "Nurse, bring a bed," he commanded to the crowd of people still looking at the beast with fear in their eyes.

Bruce looked around at the people with hatred in his eyes, did they not see that his friend was dying and all he wanted to do was get her some help. What was it with people and fear, they saw aliens run amok through their streets, horror movies, watched news about people killing each other, and this still bothered them?

The Doctor next to Bruce put his hand on his green arm gently, looking into his eyes the man held nothing but kindness and urgency is his own.

"It's okay, you can let her go now," he said in a soothing voice. One of the nurses brought a bed over to where Bruce stood; ready to place the girl on the bed so they could rush her off to surgery. "You did a good job," he whispered softly.

"She's safe now," the Nurse said stepping in to help. Bruce let his grip on Whit loosen slightly, enough for the doctor to get a hold of her body gently.

"We'll take care of her now," the doctor urged finally getting the woman out of the beasts grip. She looked on the verge of death, like she might pass from the world at any moment.

With all attention on Whit now Bruce was left forgotten in the ruined hallway, watching as they wheeled Whit off down the hallway, doctors and nurses swarming around her like vultures to a corpse.

Still feeling jumpy Bruce took one last glance down the hallway towards his friend before climbing back out the hole he'd made in the ceiling and jumping away towards Stark Tower. When he got there he saw that the rest of the Avengers were there as well, and together they captured Loki as he made a pathetic attempt to crawl away.

As soon as Bruce changed back into his more appealing form he told Fury about Whit and which hospital he'd dropped her off at, Steve seemed extra worried about their monkey friend. Asking if she had looked like she would make it, rubbing his hands through his hair over and over again mumbling something about how he should have stopped her.

Fury moved Whit to a better hospital, one controlled by S.H.I.E.L.D., so she could get better treatment according to her condition.

According to the doctors notes they had not expected her to make it after they had taken her from the green monsters arms, where she still had a pulse it had been very weak. They'd wheeled her off down the hall so as not to create a scene with the green man when she died. It was only when a nurse exclaimed that her body was healing itself rapidly that they took her into surgery, extracting pieces of metal from her shoulder and stitching up countless wounds.

When Fury moved her she had already been unconscious for two days. Her shoulder wound was more than half way healed, but she still showed no sign of waking up. The S.H.I.E.L.D. doctors said she might not ever wake up, but that was just standard procedure, for a lot of people woke up from comas.

For now Bruce and Steve were her most frequent visitors, sitting by her bed hoping she would wake up and smile at them like she always did.


He found her! Hooray, happy day, good news, and all that jazz.

Anyway, what did you think?

Fun fact of the day:

A potato has more chromosomes than a human being.

Thank you for reading!