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Sooo, I'm going to be at rehearsals and practices for a show I'm doing for most of the days for all of July. And I probably won't have time to write, but all at once will get inspiration and ideas. Nyeh. I'm tired from practice, so I'll cut to the chase.

Slight Bruce Banner/Naomi Gale fluff here, but only because Naomi thinks it's fun to f*** around with him and be a constant bother and overall pest. HERE'S YOUR DAMN CHAPTER!

I sat up, bolt straight and screamed in surprise. Hissing in annoyance, I reached for my alarm clock. I fumbled with it for a few minutes, trying to get the right button.

"Damn these new fangled technologies!" I growled, smashing my entire hand against the buttons repeatedly until it stopped buzzing. Setting the electric clock on my night stand, I groggily dragged myself out of bed and got dressed. S.H.I.E.L.D had provided me with an apartment and the long overdue paychecks from my time in fridge service. With some of the money, and help from a fellow agent, I bought a cellular device.

I rushed down the stairs and grabbed my jacket before heading out to my job. As I walked down the side walk, I took in the sights around me. Man, things have changed. Clothes, music, hair. Hell, people talk in damn near another language! Just the other day I had trouble ordering my coffee from a woman with purple hair at a diner! Granted, it was a fancy diner and she was probably speaking French, but still!

I halted in front of the doors of S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters and sighed. Sometimes I'd get lost in my thoughts for so long that I'd end up where I was aiming to go. Then, there were times when I'd get lost physically. My fellow agents greeted me as I passed them on my way to the elevator. I entered it and punched the button to my floor, then stood in silence, awaiting my arrival. On the second floor, however, the elevator was stopped and a man stepped in. He had unruly brown curls and wore a lab coat over a purple button up.

"Hi." he exhaled. The poor guy looked exhausted as he hovered his finger over the buttons.

"Hey." I mumbled. His finger stopped over the button I'd pushed and he drew away from the keypad. As the doors closed, an automated voice came onto the coms.

"Bruce Banner, class 8. Access granted." it said. I glance at him through the corner of my eye. He was looking at me intensely.

"Do... I have something on my face?" I lingered on the first word, then turned my head to look at him. He raised his eyebrows slightly, shaking his head.

"No. Nothing. Sorry, I was thinking." Bruce apologized. I chuckled, nodding.

"I know the feeling. You zone out and go on a completely other plain in your mind and don't realize you're actually looking at a living thing until reality hits you." the elevator continued upward and Bruce looked at his feet smiling.

"Yeah, actually." he agreed. The doors to the elevator opened and we both stepped out. "Well, this is where I leave you. See ya." I wave, heading towards the examination room Fury assigned me to. Bruce stood there for a second, then awkwardly followed me. After a couple of seconds I glanced at him while we were walking. "Need something?" I asked.

"No." he shook his head and continued to walk with me. I rolled my eyes and scanned the door numbers, coming to a stop at #9. Banner also stopped there.

"Listen man, I don't know what's up but I've got a check-up so... I'll see you later." I whirled around, emphasizing that I had stuff to do.

"Good for you. I've got stuff to do too, so let's get this over with." Bruce softly nudged me to the side and opened the door, stepping inside and wrapping a stethoscope around his shoulders. I trailed after him and closed the door. "Please take a seat Miss..." he flipped through some papers. "Gale."

I silently sat on the table and slouched forward, awaiting my physical examination. The doc quietly fingered through a couple more documents before speaking. "Fury has briefed me, and I mean brief, on your file and relationship with SHIELD." he said, setting the papers down. "They say you're a hero."

"Yeah, more like a popsicle that does their chores, but whatever floats your boat man. I'm a hero who has things to do, pop culture to research, and a lot of new foods to try. Did you know they fry donuts now?" I counted on my fingers, smirking.

"Yep. Diabetes in one bite. Now say 'Ah'." he stood in front of me, holding a flashlight and a popsicle stick.

"Ah." I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out. Bruce looked around in my mouth for a bit, then tossed the stick. He glanced at the top paper once more before standing in front of me once more.

"You can disrobe in that bathroom." he gestured to a door. I hopped down from the table and was about to open the door when he added, "Oh, and pee in this cup while you're at it." he tossed me a plastic container. I grumbled and closed the door behind me. I did my business and exited the bathroom, holding up the sealed container.

"Here ya go, doc." I sighed. He turned around to grab the cup, but jumped and looked away covering his eyes.

"I'm sorry. I forgot to provide you with a gown." his voice cracked nervously.

"Listen man, you're a doctor so you've studied anatomy. And you're a dude. It's not like I've got anything you haven't seen before." I rolled my eyes. "Well, I mean I've got a couple scars, but that's about it." I set my leg on the table and pointed to one of said scars. Bruce shook his head and walked quickly over to the scales.

"Over here, please." he stared at the wall as I stepped onto the machine. Then an idea came to my mind. An awful, mischievous idea.

"Sure thang, doc. Take me wherever you want me." I said, my accent heavy. His cheeks darkened and he furrowed his brows in frustration, writing down my weight.

"Okay, next your measurements and a blood sample and we're done." he sighed, his voice shaking. I hopped back onto the table, swinging my feet childishly. Bruce took my measurements, looking as if he were hyper focused to get through the ordeal. He jotted the numbers down and pulled out a syringe. "Right. Blood and done." he said, more to himself. I looked at the needle nervously.

"Can we save that for another time, doc? I know it's protocol or whatever, but ever since you guys put me through hell- what with all that poking and prodding to get me like this- I just don't handle needles all that well." I chuckled nervously.

"It'll be fine, just don't look at it and it'll be over in no time." he readied my arm for the god awful blood sample.

"And what, pray tell, do you suggest I look at!?" I snapped, eyeing the needle.

"Me. Take deep breaths and keep your eyes on me." Bruce looked into my eyes comfortingly. 'Damn, that's what I've been screaming since you told me to take my clothes off.' I thought goofily. I didn't like the guy much, I just wanted him to regret getting me as a patient. I felt a slight prick in my arm and I gasped in air, about to look down at the syringe.

"Eyes on me." he ordered firmly. He removed the needle and set the syringe next to the other DNA samples. "Thank you Miss Gale, you can dress and leave now."

"Aww, do I have to." I joked.

"Do you want me to give you a tetanus shot?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at me.

"Sadist." I grumbled, snatching my clothes up and heading to the bathroom.

"Masochist!" he shot back as the door closed behind me. 'Touché' I thought, getting dressed. I exited the bathroom again, this time fully dressed and waved at Bruce.

"For the last god damn time, I will see you later." I sighed in faux exasperation, swinging the door to the hallway open.

"That a promise?" he asked as he walked by me, through the door.

'Oh hoho. Touché indeed.'