Bruce didn't know what to make of the situation on his hands. He had recently arrived to help at NYC after the disastrous alien invasion. They needed experts on the field, and Bruce happened to be experienced in treating the injured. Not to mention, not much knew how to treat wounds inflicted by monsters.

"We appreciate your help here, Doctor Banner."

Bruce shook his head, amused. "I'm just uh, happy to help. Not much happens where I was staying." And there goes the last stitch.

"So, uh," the man began, and Bruce took a quick look at the guy's ID. Kevin. "What do you do nowadays Dr. Banner? If you're not treating people?"

Bruce quickly moved on to the other casualty. He grunted as he ripped off the jeans of the guy with metal stuck in his leg.

"... I'm experimenting on prosthetics. Life-like ones. Extensions of the human body. Excuse me," Bruce gently patted the patient's legs, checking if there was more injuries down to the foot.

The man screeched and waved his fist all around him. There was a broken bone down the lower calf.

"Sir, calm down! Calm down!" Bruce immediately let go of the leg and proceeded to calm the man. The man immediately started hitting Bruce's arm. Hard.

Kevin rushed to Bruce's side and pinned the man down.

"It's fine Kevin, I've had this happen before." Bruce gave a pained smile.

"It's dangerous, Dr. Banner." Kevin insisted. The man throwing the hissy fit kept sturggling, the broken limb must have been twisted seeing that he was in agony.

"No, no, Kevin... it's fine."

"Dr. Banner," Kevin spoke lowly. "I insist."

Oh. Right. The green guy. Did Kevin think the green guy would take over? Is... is that how it is?

"Dr. Banner, I think Team 2 would appreciate your help. We're running low on people willing to take the... casualties out of here."

Bruce gave a bitter smile, a small nod, and left.

The members of Team 2 were less friendly than Kevin. And it turns out, Team 2 were for the cleaning up the bodies.

The injured were slowly being taken away to hospitals, and the rescued survivors were slowly trickling out of their hiding places. He heard clamours of whispers and crying.

"Oh that poor soul," He heard an old lady pass by. "They're all to young to die."

He drowned them all out easily. He had to if he wanted to control himself. He drowned out all the lamentations and whispers. If he had listened he would have heard them say,

"What the #$%@ is Tony Stark doing here?"

"He's probably here to look how much money his reckless fighting costs. It's not like it'd even put a dent in his wallet."

"He's staring at the victims."

"Oh he's leaving."

If he listened, he would have heard Tony's heart break along with everyone else.

He didn't hear, but he saw.

Amidst the rubble between the unfinished Stark Tower and an apartment complex, they picked up a bundle of sadness. Right in the spot where Tony Stark was horrifiedly staring at.

A member of Team 2 took one look at it, and almost dropped it in disgust. They carried it away into the pile, and went off to get a body bag that would fit the poor thing.

Bruce happened to have his abundance of body bags tucked under his arm.

He slowly made his way towards the pile, and placed down his stack of bags. Out of all the casualties, this was most certainly the youngest. Only about a few months old. He steeled himself, turning green only a smidge at the neck as he opened the zipper. No one this young deserves to pass.

It was during his musing that he saw the bundle move. Was it the wind? Was it something else?

The bundle wriggled up and down.

It was alive.

How could they have thought it was dead? Sure it was in the rubble but there should be the benefit of the doubt--

How... how could this happen? How did this happen?

The baby had no skin, no eyes, no nose, or limbs. The baby didn't seem to have a voice either.

But it was alive nonetheless.

"I-it's alive!" Bruce exclaimed. "E-excuse me! Excuse me! This baby is alive!"

A team member runs towards him, takes on last look at the bundle in his arms, and shivers at the sight. Bruce could tell he didn't mean it.

"If they aren't dead, I don't think they'll last long, doctor. It's bleeding, with missing body parts... I'm sorry," The member sighed. He looked apologetic enough."There's a lot of bodies to dig out of the rubble, Dr. Banner."

Bruce looked at the bundle in his arms. So weak, so... fragile. The young man must have seen how Bruce held the child tighter. He looked around him, seeing that progress could still be possible with one less person.

"I suppose you could... comfort them. If that is what you want to do, Dr. Banner. I'd rather not have you to be attached but..."

Bruce snapped out of his daze. "Oh. Uh, I can... I can do that? I don't want to cause delay--"

"It's fine Dr. Banner, you've done enough for us today." The member smiled and ran off to his group.

Bruce held the child tighter.

Somehow, he didn't feel appalled by its appearance. It was a terrible thing to happen to a child, yes, but somehow, something tells him.

This one's a fighter.

And Bruce would do everything he can to let him keep fighting for one more day.

Notesies:

Ok that was pretty short. It was supposed to be a part of Ch.1 but I thought that was a good place to end with... Ok yeah, Bruce is Jukai, and I'm going to make him soft and mushy, and precious, and protective, and supportive, and awkward, and proud and most of all, fatherly. Ok?

HELP I DONT KNOW HOW TO BRUCE

There are 2 more characters from the anime that I've already matched with their MCU characters. Maybe there'll be more, but don't get too attached okay?

Timeline: ('*' Unsure point in time)

(*Bruce is somehow a prosthetics maker*)

Tony defeats Obadiah

Tony finds out about Peter, who is an orphan

"I am Iron Man."

Tony fights an alien invasion alone. No Avengers yet.

Tony loses the shadow, and the shadow takes revenge on Peter.

???????????(Secret)???????????

Bruce finds baby Peter