Hi everyone, thanks for the interest in the story so far :)

I couldn't really let go of that brawl nobody wants to talk about, so Stella digs deeper in this chapter.

There will also be a short therapy session with Banner.

Incident Report ID 4301

Summary: agents N.R. and C.B. found in office 302 on the top of the round table

Agent C.B. missing his shirt

Suspicion of physical assault and/or indecent behaviour

Present at the enquiry: Fury, Nicholas, Coulson, Phillip,

Romanoff, Natasha, Barton, Clinton

N.F. I have to say I am starting to doubt it is worth to keep you two on the team. I keep wasting my time on this kind of hearings. Let's get it over with quickly. What happened?

N.R. A misunderstanding, sir. We resolved it.

C.B. It won't happen again, sir.

N.F. Coulson, do you recall what agent Romanoff and agent Barton said the last time we found them in the same position?

P.C. Something about a misunderstanding that won't happen again, sir.

N.F. That's right. So I'll ask again. What happened in there? What was the source of the conflict that you decided to resolve the usual way?

N.R. Different opinions on certain professional matters.

N.F. Elaborate.

C.B. Ladybug here doesn't know that she doesn't always need to get into bed with her targets.

N.F. Are you serious?

C.B. Absolutely, sir. She kept me waiting for four hours before-

N.R. Two hours, and if you call me ladybug again-

N.F. When did this happen?

N.R. At the mission in Bogotá.

P.C. Three years ago, sir.

N.F. Do I have to replace the table in 302 over some…

"Miss Moon." As I look up from the file, I see agent Hill with a curious and at the same time reprimanding expression. "What are you doing here?"

I close the folder. "I thought checking on some past conflicts would help me understand my patients," I say as confidently as I can, as if I weren't hiding in a secluded corner of the archives just before 5am. "Neither of them told me anything, so…"

Hill taps her foot on the ground impatiently. "You can only come here with a special permission from Director Fury." I wait a little trying to pretend I didn't know that before I nod.

"I'm sorry. I'll just go back to my room." She nods in approval. When she turns to leave, I open the folder again.

N.F. Do I have to replace the table in 302 over some jealous fight you had about a mission from three years ago?

C.B. It's about tactics and consideration towards your partner, sir.

N.R. This is ridiculous and you know it, Barton. It was about…

"Miss Moon." Hill's voice comes from the door this time that I suppose she holds open for me just to be sure I leave the archives.

"Coming," I call back dropping the folder back in the drawer full of similar folders and files under the name "N.R. & C.B."

File ID: 64220 - 17 days after the battle of NY

Name: Robert Bruce Banner/Hulk

Species: Human

Date of birth: December 18, 1969

Place of birth: United States of America

Citizenship: American

Occupation: Physicist

Family status: Single (note: patient laughed at the question)

"Is everything alright, Bruce?" I ask as I watch Banner squirm on the sofa. He smiles at me tentatively.

"Yes, I just… Miss Moon, don't get me wrong, I would like this to go as smoothly as possible, but are you safe? We are in a closed room." He hesitates before adding, "and I might get angry."

"Don't worry, Bruce. Look, see this?" I ask indicating a red button on the inner side of the arm of my armchair. "If I press this, the sofa you're sitting on will engulf you, so to speak. And a lot of agents will barge in this room. With guns." He nods and tries to relax against the back of the sofa.

"Let's hope it's enough."

"But I don't think we'll need such measures, honestly. I don't mean to upset you in any way. I just want to talk."

He nods slowly and I start with the session. "How are you, Bruce?"

He looks at me as if trying to decide if I was joking. "Great," he says. "Great." He rubs his palms together. "I am not sure, you did get the memo about me being a giant green monster, right?"

I press my lips together. "I might have heard something about it," I respond. "But the battle of New York showed it can be a good thing, didn't it?"

He huffs. "People are hysterical. We demolished Manhattan."

"And saved it successfully in the process."

"That's the part they don't really talk about."

"Well, now we can talk about it. You are heroes now. How does that feel?"

He shrugs. "I don't feel like a hero. I just want to do my job."

"Which would be?"

"Helping people, I suppose." He looks tired and somewhat annoyed, even.

"Do you think you're wasting your time here?" I ask.

"We all do," Bruce answers. "Don't get me wrong, I think therapy has its positive effects, but we are in way too deep. We all have so many issues that it must be a huge work for you to do this and still, you barely scratch the surface."

I remember my adventure in the archives. He's right. "Think of it as one hour to talk freely about whatever you want to."

"Whatever?" he repeats. "You won't ask about the accident or about the battle?"

"Not if you don't want me to. We can talk about anything. Your job, your newest researches, the last time Tony frustrated you. Anything, really."

"What about you?" he asks thoughtfully. "Can we talk about you too?"

I nod. "If you wish. Although I am not sure what you could be possibly curious about."

"Your name." I raise my eyebrow. "Stella means star, doesn't it?"

"Exactly. My parents probably were in a funny mood." He smirks a little but then his expression turns serious again.

"How did you end up here, Miss Moon? Everyone with an ounce of common sense should avoid moving in with us."

"Why are you saying that?"

"Look at us. It's a group of people with skills and powers they can barely control and too much self confidence."

"Are you worried about your colleagues, Bruce?"

"Of course I am," he shrugs. "They think- we think we are able to prevent any disaster. It makes us an easy target. Then add to the mix the issues we all have, and you get a catastrophe hanging above our heads." He looks back at me. "So, why are you here?"

As I promised him to talk about myself, I have to reply. "It seemed like a good opportunity. Professionally. And then, I was bored. Living with my parents did no good to our relationship and I didn't want to search something else. I do enjoy psychology, but only with interesting patients."

"That we are I imagine."

I smile and nod. "Definitely." I glance at the clock. "I suppose you have your work to get back to." I didn't think Banner would be harder to talk to than Romanoff or Stark, but it does seem so. We'd better stop this session before he gets to know much more about me than I do about him.

He seems relieved to be let go, although he can probably guess why. I am glad I have a week now to figure out how to handle him better next time.