How to Raise a Hulk

by Elanor20100

When Anna-Grace stumbles upon Bruce while running away from her abusive ex-husband, the boy only wants his mommy. She knew she should have left the kid at the nearest police station, but that kind of trust is out of her reach. Her last hope is to keep her troubles out of his life. Too bad neither one of them knows about a little recurrent newsflash called the Avengers...

12. You Know What You Did

Thank you Guest and Enji for your reviews, I love them! And thank you for your continuous support.

Special thanks to Guest, you cannot imagine how encouraging you are. I really want to avoid writing Mary-Sues or destroying good characters with bad developments or incoherences, so I'm glad my work is paying off ^^ Keep on ranting, I love it ;)

As for what would the misfit family would say about Bruce's secret identity... Well, you're gonna have to wait ^^

Love your guys, hope you'll enjoy this short chapter.

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Chapter 12

You Know What You Did

Mission 34TGDB67

Report n° 38 - R

Sir,

Have received confirmation of subject n° XY347 having registered at Hotel Centro, Via Firenze, 12, 00184 Roma, Italy, hotel room 52 (fifth floor).

Was spotted in locations T, S, and H where he found the evidences falsified, as planned.

Demand confirmation to send next travel guidances for Paris and London, and payments.

Agent Barton

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Re-Mission 34TGDB67

Report n°38 - R

Thanks for the confirmation, Clint, but lose the tone. Junior is making sure we're the only ones on the line.

I authorize the next payments and missions.

Steve.

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Re-Re-Mission 34TGDB67

Report n°38 - R

Dear Captain,

Will do.

But are you sure no one except us can read those emails? I thought Junior and Stark had a soft spot for the Vision.

I sent the payments and missions to my friends. They replied with photos of the falsified evidences in all the locations instructed for, in Paris and London. They're waiting for Williams.

Also, because I'm an honest man, and don't want to lie to you and hide things from you, you should know the target received a beating in Roma. But it totally wasn't us. Just so you know.

See ya,

Hawkeye.

OOOOO

Re-Re-Re-Mission 34TGDB67

Report n°38 - R

Clint,

I thought I had been clear. We lose the guy, we don't beat him up. Not when he's completely powerless and doesn't know who is after him.

When it'll be safe (which should be at minima when he runs out of money) and we arrest him, he'll resist. Then, and only then, will you be authorize to give him a correction.

As for the Vision, it seems like Junior has a soft spot for the lady. So, we're clear.

Send the photos.

Send my regards to your family,

Steve.

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Re-Re-Re-Re-Mission 34TGDB67

Report n°38 - R

Fine, fine. I'll try to warn the gang, but I can't promise he won't receive a well deserved "correction"! (btw, no-one says correction anymore, cap. You should try to keep up the beat… Seriously. Sounds lame otherwise).

Photos attached.

Laura says hi, and that you're welcome anytime you want for tea. She insists for you to come, Cap, and can be dangerous if you don't apply. Just a friendly warning.

See you soon,

Awesome Hawkeye.

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Re-Re-Re-Re-Re-Mission 34TGDB67

Report n°38 - R

Clint…

Thanks for the photos.
Thank Laura for me, but I'm quite busy right now, and cannot be a burden for your family.

Have a good day,

Cap.

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Re-Re-Re-Re-Re-Re-Mission 34TGDB67

Report n°38 - R

Just to be sure, the "Clint…" was for my remark on your vocabulary or the "correction"?

Laura insists and says she'll send me kidnap you if you don't come. I'll do it if she asks me, Cap.

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Re-Re-Re-Re-Re-Re-Re-Mission 34TGDB67

Report n°38 - R

For both, Clint. For both.

Thank Laura for me, but I really cannot come. Between you, Junior and Tony, and my actual work, I do not have time.

Regards,

Capt.

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Re-Re-Re-Re-Re-Re-Re-Re-Mission 34TGDB67

Report n°38 - R

Dear Captain,

This is Laura. Please excuse Clint for me being able to write you back on this classified exchange of emails, but he left his "spy" phone on the table after I send him out.

Please come over for tea, tomorrow at 4pm, where and when you'll be able to correct my husband on his vocabulary, methods and others, and talk freely about your mission without having to send 10 emails in one day. This is not a request. It's an order.

See you tomorrow,

Laura Barton.

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The next day, the great and fearless Captain America was at Laura's table, enjoying tea with her, the kids and the dog, while Clint kept a low profile under Laura's smug look, for ego's sake. It was indeed easier to then have reports on the mission and observe photos of a not-extremely-loved-man waisting his money on a trip around the world, searching his soon-to-be-ex-wife where she wasn't.

However, Steve couldn't say it out loud.

They were consequences with admitting he was more efficient in such a normal environment, around kids playing with a dog or running around the house. They were consequences with conceding it meant so much to him, to help an other kid and his « mother » from an abuser. It would mean having to accept something could fill the void emptying his heart ever since he woke up in this strange world. He would be forced to acknowledge his fight was not in vain, that maybe the endgame for superheros was not always loneliness, tears and blood. Those were scary thoughts he was not used too.

He couldn't admit it. Besides, Laura's gaze weighing down on him, he knew deep down he had enough know-it-all ladies in his life.