Blood was seeping out of a cut on Natashas forehead as she staggered to her feet, clutching a stitch in her side.
She raised her hand to her comm. "Everything's clear here."
"Copy that." Steve replied. "Home Territory is clear as well. Everyone return to the palace."
Natasha climbed on top of her horse and rode toward the golden palace of Asgard.
"Are you okay?!" Bruce ran up to Natasha, checking her over.
He guided her toward a chair.
Natasha saw the other Avengers exchange significant looks, but brushed it off as something she would check out later.
"I'm alright. Those guys were persistent." Natasha replied.
Bruce nodded, but still bandaged the cut on her head.
"NATASHA!" Bruce screamed.
Natasha whipped her head to look at him, and their eyes met, but then Natasha was once again dragged away by the Hydra men.
Bruce growled, eyes flaring green before his body grew muscles and turned the same shade.
Hulk roared. "NO. TOUCH. RED!" He ran after the men, and...
It was the most violent thing Natasha had seen Hulk do.
Hulk wasn't mad.
Hulk was furious
Not even that, Natasha didn't know a word to describe it. It was pure anger.
Hulk left the men lying on the ground with their blood seeping onto the pavement.
He then switched personalities so fast Natasha was startled.
He gently pulled her to her feet. "Red okay?"
Natasha nodded, lost for words.
She held out her hand, and brushed it against Hulks.
And he shrunk back into Bruce Banner.