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The Avengers Part 6

When I finally managed to come back to reality, I found myself lying in a huge pile of rubble wrapped up in a pair of human-not green-arms. "Bruce?" I gasped in a strangled whisper.

"Are you okay?" came the reply. "You hit your head pretty hard on the way down."

"Depends on your definition of okay," I answered honestly as I studied the open ceiling we had crashed in. A blush spread across my face when I realised that Bruce wasn't actually wearing any clothes with me pressed up against him. I coughed and wriggled away from him so that I could get to my feet. We were in some kind of abandoned warehouse-where though I had no idea.

And how we survived had me wondering as well.

He protected you once you'd lost consciousness.

I don't think he's such a mindless beast after all. Do you?

No, I don't.

"You're bleeding," Bruce told me. "Your arm."

I looked down at my right arm and noticed the nasty gash running from my shoulder to my elbow. "Suppose I am. I'm going to see if I can find you some clothes and a first aid kit," I told Bruce when I started down the rubble pile. "Just wait there."

"It's not like I'm going anywhere," he smirked.

I sighed and silently looked around for some kind of locker room-hopefully when they'd abandoned this place, someone had left some clothes behind. Something that would at least fit Bruce and the Hulk without having him running around butt naked.

The last locker I searched yielded some impressive results.

I came back with an old pair of brown pants and an old shirt and some bandages from some kind of office.

"That was an impressive thing you did with the pilot," Bruce pointed out when I threw him the clothes. "I didn't think Newton's laws applied to gods."

I rolled my eyes and turned my back on him so he could change and I could clean my arm up. "There are laws to everything, Bruce. Even magic." I cleared my throat. "So I figured we're somewhere outside of New York-lot of industrial buildings. There's a bike out there I can hotwire to get us to SHIELD in the city, get us back up there. I'll wait outside."

"Its fine," Bruce assured me. "I'm finished."

I turned around and sighed. "Good-we have to get into the city."

Bruce studied me. "No offence, Agent Ellis, but you don't seem scared of me."

I shrugged. "Why would I be?" I asked him. "Because I had a tiff with the Hulk? Please, I had more challenges trying to get Jimmy to school of a morning. You're a kid with a temper, that's pretty much how I see it."

"I could have killed you," Bruce warned me. "You could have died because I refused to let you go."

"Not that easy to kill," I shot back. "And think of it this way-you refusing to let me go is probably one of the reasons I survived in the first place. Come on, Hyde, best get our asses into gear. I wanna make sure everyone is all right."

Bruce shook his head. "You're not really like those other SHIELD agents, are you? I mean, not at all like Fury or Coulson. Tony told me you were different but I suppose its different seeing it in person."

I knelt down beside the bike and started to work. "Howard, Peggy and I were the founding members of SHIELD. I try and keep their vision alive in what I do."

"Is that what you meant by what you lost?" Bruce asked.

There was little else to do but fish for information so I suppose that was what he was doing. I paused. "HYDRA is a bad point in my life. They took Bucky away from me, Steve and Howard as well. Sure I got Steve back but Bucky was literally my first love-you don't get over loosing someone like that. You got someone?"

Bruce nodded. "I did. Her name's Betty Ross."

My head spun around quicker than my body. "General Ross's kid?" I asked him. "Geez-leave it to supposed 'government property' to fall in love with someone you can't have. Guess you're not the monster you and everyone else seems to think you are." I stood back up as the bike roared to life. I climbed on and revved it a little. "I suppose it will have to do. Hop on, Bruce."

"So you know any good comedy clubs?" Bruce questioned, getting on behind me.

I laughed. "Come around to my place sometime, my whole life is a fucking joke. Hold on to me," I warned him.

Bruce wrapped his arms around my waist and we started on our way towards the city.

We were no more than ten minutes out of Manhattan when I saw it.

A large plume of energy shoot straight up into the sky.

I skidded to a stop on the side of the road along with several other cars and watched as a large portal opened up in the sky. "Oh no," I whispered.

"We're too late," Bruce frowned.

I shook my head. "No. Not if the others are there-they would have figured it out by now." I squinted and watched as a swarm came out from the portal. Little black dots littered the sky followed soon by sounds of panic and large explosions focused just outside the portal. "Someone's definitely there."

"And so should we," Bruce reminded me.

I nodded and got back on the bike just as a traffic cop came towards the two of us. "Officer?"

"I'm gonna have to ask you two to leave," he warned us. "I heard what you said, you can't go into the city."

I pulled my SHIELD ID out of my pocket and shoved it in his face. "There's my reason to go into the city," I answered before pulling out away from him.

"You left-" Bruce frowned.

"I can always get a new one," I replied. "We just need to get there now!"