"Natasha?" Clint asked nervously.
The redhead nodded, and tried to slowly approach the raging green giant, only to be knocked back by a huge hand.
She tried again.
"Hey Big Guy." Hulk turned to look at her. "Sun's getting real low..."
She reached out a gentle hand, only to be pushed away once again.
"This is NOT good!" Tony said. "If Natasha doesn't work, nothing will."
Heads turned to Steve, as he was the leader.
Steve paid no mind. He was too busy pondering over the situation.
What could have brought Hulk out? Bruce looked a little sick, but Hulk only comes out in extreme situations.
It must have been the fact he was sick. Nothing else happened.
Natasha seemed to realize it too.
"He was sick..." She said slowly. "None of us thought anything of it. I kept thinking about it, but I didn't know to worry."
Natasha's face fell into devastation, a look Steve had never seen on her.
"I noticed too." Clint said. "I didn't think it was serious..."
He trailed off as he turned to look at Hulk, who was being attacked by Asgardian Soldiers.
"We can figure this out later." Steve said, slipping back into Captain America. "For now, we knock him out. Don't let him hurt any Asgardians."
The team nodded, and charged.
Hulk was strong, but with the five other Avengers attacking him, he didn't last long.
He fell to the ground defeated, and with the help of Thor, flew him back to his room.
To wait for him to wake up.