The slums of Mexico City surrounded Bruce, he kept looking around hoping that Ross had lost him after the whole thing with Fate went down. He was out of money and was wearing nothing but scraps for clothes but the old women that had got him into the city had pointed him to the slums. "Esteban Carracus" he said over and over again getting no response from any of the locals. The woman had explained that Carracus could get him out of the country and into the United States but after weeks without real food thanks to being on the road it was really turning into a struggle for him. He stopped and sat down on a barrel in an alley noticing all the people around him.

He heard coughing from behind him, he looked back and could see an old man being tended to by a little girl. He approached and watched as the little girl covered the old man's mouth as he coughed. She pulled it away and Bruce could see that the cloth she used was stained red, he stepped forward and calmed her with the little Spanish that he knew. He looked the old man over saying "Medico" to calm the old man down. The old man's teeth were chattering and his breathing was very shallow, Bruce looked around and realized that the man clearly lived in the elements. He turned to the little girl and flinched he didn't know how to tell her what to do, then she ran past him causing him to turn and see a man in his 30's.

Bruce froze in his tracks as the old man coughed again behind him. The girl led the man over to the older man and started speaking to him. "He has Pneumonia" Bruce stated hoping that the new man could speak some English.

The man looked at him giving Bruce a chance to look him over, he was average in just about every way, nothing about him stood out. "You a doctor?" he asked.

Bruce fidgeted at the question "Not that kind of doctor but I had an Uncle who had a bad case of it when I was in college. Learned a lot about it back then" Bruce answered causing the man to help the older one stand and hand him off to a man standing a distance away. The man returned after sending the men and the little girl on their way.

"He is on the way to the hospital" he got closer to Bruce's face "Why are you looking for me?"

Bruce realized why the man had come, word had gotten around that someone was looking for Esteban Carracus and he came to investigate. "I need to get into the US" Bruce replied trying to get some kind of view into Carracus's mind.

Esteban laughed "Why should I help you?" Esteban began to circle Bruce "You are lost in a foreign land, know little Spanish, and don't seem to have anything to trade for passage into the US, so please do tell me why I should help you?"

Bruce sighed and looked around and noticed how the people looked at Carracus, they looked at him like a leader, someone who they counted on "People are after me…people who don't care about what damage that's caused to get me. I can see that these people look up to you, that they count on you. Help me get over the border and these people will be safe from what could come to get me."

Carracus pulled a gun from his waist and pointed it a Bruce's head "You threatening me and my people?"

Bruce held his hands up "Listen to me, you do not want to do this if you can't help me I'll leave but the longer I'm here the more likely those people come for me."

Esteban opened his mouth to speak when men started shouting behind Bruce, "Policia" was shouted from around them as people scrambled for cover. Esteban turned and sprinted down the alley while Bruce out of reflex threw himself into a boarded up window and the police ran by him after Esteban. He got up and headed up to the second floor hoping that the police would be too distracted to go after him. He took off up some stairs and ended up following the windows that looked over the alley. He saw that Esteban was cornered by the police, Bruce went through a door that put him just above the scene where the police were with Esteban.

Esteban put his hands up and one of the police approached, Bruce then watched them elbow him in the head for no reason. Bruce looked over and saw a table that had potted flowers on it, making a quick decision he pushed the table over the side of the building and it landed on the two of the three officers while Esteban reacted quickly and laid out the third officer that had elbowed him in the head.

Esteban looked up at Bruce and pointed for him to stay put as he made his way to him. Esteban came up and looked Bruce in the eyes "Follow me." Bruce stayed close behind Esteban as he led him through the streets of Mexico City more than once they zipped through various buildings to avoid the police. Esteban stopped just outside a beaten up and rundown house. He entered and waved Bruce in, "Where are you going exactly?" he asked.

"New York, the Adirondacks specifically" answered Bruce as Esteban led him into a room and pointed him at a closet.

"You can change in there and go ahead and grab another set of clothes for the trip while I make arrangements." Esteban pulled out a phone and dialed up his man that he used to get people into the US. Banner had saved him back there and he owed him one for that one. He called his man and arranged for the meet up.

Bruce grabbed a purple button up shirt from a pile and took a few others in his small bag. He walked out and saw Esteban sitting down in front of a fire place. "Take a seat. We have a few hours before your plane arrives" explained Esteban prompting Bruce to sit across from him.

"Thanks for your help" stated Bruce trying decipher the man sitting in front of him. The sun was below the horizon now, Bruce silently wondered how long he had been on the run now. He sighed, he had stopped counting a long time ago instead focusing on making it just one more day. That is until he got into contact with Samuel Stern's in New York, Sterns was an expert at geneticist and believed that he could create a serum that could possibly cure Bruce of the Hulk.

Esteban's phone rang and after speaking on it briefly he led Bruce outside, they weaved through Mexico City like the wind. They stopped suddenly just outside the city, Bruce could hear a plane approaching from the south. "He is going to take you where you need to go. Don't worry I trust this man with my life."

Bruce nodded and shook Esteban's hand "Thanks again."

"Good luck" Esteban said as Bruce walked and pulled himself into the plane.

Bruce sat down in the back and watched the plane take off and head towards the US, he was almost home for the first time in almost six months.