There was absolutely no way she was going to let him leave her again, not when she'd just found him. Betty sprinted to the elevators, tapping the toes of her sneakers impatiently as the elegant elevator slowly lowered her 50 stories to the ground. After what seemed like an eternity in the shiny gold capsule, the doors finally slid open, and Betty bolted out through the lobby of Stark Tower and into the street. She knew he'd gone east, but there was no way of telling exactly how far he'd-
Just then, a heli-jet roared overhead, heading east, and she immediately sprinted off in that direction. Soon it became apparent that she'd be too late to be of any use if she kept running. She stopped, and stood on the side of the street, panting, and wracking her brain for another way across town that wasn't a cab. Suddenly, police cars began flying past her, and she had an idea. She waved her arms at several of the cop cars, until finally one stopped.
The young officer inside rolled down the window and demanded,
"What? We're kind of in the middle of a crisis here."
"I know," Betty replied smartly, "I need you to take me to the scene, I'm with S.H.I.E.L.D."
The young officer looked her up and down, disbelieving. Betty hardly looked the part of a S.H.I.E.L.D. operative, she was in a blue v-neck t-shirt, jeans and white tennis shoes, her hair in a messy braid over one shoulder. However, when the young cop seemed about to dismiss her, she yelled, startling him,
"Do I look like I'm kidding to you? Take me to the scene before I have you arrested for disobeying a direct order from a superior!"
The officer swallowed, glanced at his partner in the drivers' seat, and soon Betty heard the doors unlock. She hopped in the backseat, ordering them to go before her door was even shut. They sped through the streets of NYC, people around them staring in wonder, clueless as to what terror had been unleashed. The closer they got to where the Hulk was, the more severe the damage to the city became; police cars flattened and destroyed, cars overturned, craters in the sides of the surrounding buildings, even a tank that had been mutilated. Soon it appeared that the Hulk had moved his rampage on to a shipyard, that or the Avengers were better at manipulating the Hulk than Betty had given them credit for.
Iron Man swooped in and shot several small missiles at the Hulk, which exploded harmlessly against his impenetrable green hide. Unfortunately for him, Iron Man swooped a little too close to the Hulk, who reached out, and grabbed him from the sky, slamming him into the concrete below, leaving a small crater. No sooner had Iron Man hit the ground, than Captain America jumped into action. He leaped about as nimble as an acrobat, evading the Hulk's powerful swinging fists. He struck harder than a speeding truck, landing a blow to the Hulk's face that knocked him back a step. However, in all his athletic glory, he was still no match for the Hulk, who wrapped one hand around the Captain's midsection and threw him into a nearby crate.
The Black Widow jumped in, peppering him with bullets from her small handguns. When her limited supply of ammunition ran out, the assassin jumped about the Hulk, even more nimble than the Captain before her. Betty knew this had to stop, now. And there was only one way she could think to stop it. She looked up and saw Hawkeye ready another arrow, laced with undoubtedly some destructive device. Immediately, she sprinted forward, through the maze of cop cars, and bolted out past the tanks.