Bruce watched on as Luna cut up her potatoes and put them in a pot with her paste of spices. She was humming an odd tune under her breath as she moved around the room. Bruce quickly handed her some chopped up onions and garlic who took them with a happy smile.

"Do you like it?" she asked curiously as Bruce quietly ate the curry she'd made for the pair of them.

"I do." she grinned happily at his words as he went back to his bowl of food.

"Harry taught me how to make them,"

"Harry?" she nodded, "Harry. He's my best friend and he loves to cook,"

"Are you two close?"

"Oh yes. We've known each other since we were children,"

"Then..." Bruce struggled slightly to ask the right words, "why isn't he here? With you."

"He has his cafe to run," she sighed mournfully, "I'd love to have him here but the cafe is what he needs. He used to be rather coral when I first met him but... the cafe's made him a rather ravishing burnt sienna."

She promptly got up and left, taking their empty bowls with her. If he noticed that the bowls weren't empty a second ago, he didn't comment about it.

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It had been three months, she said, since they first met. August came in India bearing rain and the pair had to move from their little hut to an area with a barely-there alcove under a Banyan Tree. It rained almost every other day, but sometimes, the days felt like summer had come back again. "Global warming," he would grumble every morning as he walked through the forest in the hot, early mornings, collecting herbs and plants for Luna.

He would be back by Dusk, feeling rather light-headed. The work was time-consuming and fulfilling, taking up the time that would normally remain meaningless in the past couple of months. He sighed slightly as he kept the basket of fruits on the ground and headed towards his friend who was petting one of the many tigers that lived in a nearby area. All was well.

He spoke too soon, he'd think a week later when General Ross caught up with him.

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General Ross had attacked them on the 24th of August, catching him off-guard.

Bruce was smiling slightly as he made his way to their little alcove. There was a slight drizzle this morning and Bruce had to stay back, only to leave three hours later. Today, his list consisted of carnations and orchids, as well as Methi and Mint.
"Harry sent me a new recipe," she told him while they were sitting in front of the rain, "I'm going to need them for dinner tonight."

It didn't take him too long to find the desired objects and had made his way back earlier than he normally would. That's when he heard the yelling. He picked up his pace and all but ran towards their house, only to find it surrounded by five soldiers, two of which were trying to fend off the tigers that were attacking them.

While they were able to take down an impressive amount, three of the heads of the soldiers were bitten off, leaving the last two in a frenzy. Bruce sneaked past the two, only to see General Ross struggling to hold Luna down. She seemed to catch his eye for a second, before turning back to the General and pulling him towards her, punching, screaming, kicking and bitting. Bruce picked up one of the revolvers on the floor and cocked the gun. Aiming for the head with slightly shaky hands, Bruce shot.

He missed, was the first coherent realisation he had after the deafening noise of the gunshot wrang through. While he did not hit Ross in the head, the soviet slug had pierced through his right leg, presumably lodged in his bone. With a soft curse, Ross looked around, before his hands fell to the intercom in his ear, "I'm hit. I need back-up,"

Bruce's eyes widened as he saw quite a few teams of men rushing to his position and Bruce let go. He finally left consciousness with a green tint near his eyes, letting the other guy take control.

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He woke up the next day with his head on someone's lap, a blanket covering his body and bright, blue eyes staring curiously at him.

Bruce letting out his bottled anger can't always be good, but Ross is a right Bitch, so... *shrugs*

What do y'all think of my less-than-fantastic ability to right action scenes?

This one was definitely on a whim.