Bruce huffed slightly as he reached the Sundarbans. It had been a seven-mile walk from his current place in Kolkata to reach the Delta area known for its sights and Bengal Tigers. He had had a sudden urge to go sight-seeing three days ago at his shelter about a month after General Ross had caught up with him in Ranchi. Setting up the tent in the vast forest, Bruce couldn't bring himself to care if the animals would come up and eat him.
While he was busy unpacking his pack, Bruce felt an angry stab to his ankle and barely caught sight of the vibrant green scales of the snake slithering away. He felt something akin to panic course through him, which was apparently not the only thing, he grumbled internally. Hands reaching slightly to the medical kit in his bag Dr Banner realised something with faint disbelief as his body started to shut down as he was quickly losing consciousness:
"I don't want to die."
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When Bruce woke up the next day, he felt relieved, relieved that he was still alive, relieved that he had another chance, relieved that the other guy did not come out if his fresh clothes were anything to go by.
Wait...
The realisation was a bit late, but he shot up and started to look around the little hut, made with mud and held together with what he guessed was some sort of wood. He was lying on a blanket on top of a bamboo mat and was surrounded by fresh vegetables and fruits on the little shelves near a makeshift kitchen, of sorts. There was a small gap in the hut that led to the world outside and a bulky trunk that sat innocently in front of him. He could hear humming from outside and picked up a small bag filled with sea glass from one of the shelves and made his way outside, only to stop short at the odd women in front of him.
An odd woman in a bright yellow dress with turnips as earrings, with long platinum hair that brushed her waist in waves and wide, bright, blue eyes that stared lovingly at the object in front of her. A tiger.
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"Luna Lovegood," she had introduced herself, at which he had automatically told her his own, watching her closely if she recognised his name. She didn't, merely blinking sweetly and telling him seriously that he was far too periwinkle.
"It's not half as a pretty colour as it sounds," she stated seriously, "very dull, very bland. You would look better as Byzantine, like the Empire. A healthy mix of blues and reds."
He had checked himself as if he were turning a pale blue, which elicited a laugh out of her, "Not your outside colours, silly!" she had sounded as if he were a little loose to the head, but he couldn't stop his lips from twitching as she went on in a detailed explanation between the difference, and how the inside mattered more than what was outside.
Safe to say, he didn't think that she was sent from General Ross.
Luna was inspired by Harry Potter's Character in hctiB-notsoB's "I See The Moon", it's incomplete but it's really good.
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