Dr. Banner is more than he appears

"Agent Le Fey, Agent Le Fey!"

Angela's frantic shouting immediately caught Rowen's attention, which gave Tom the perfect chance to break free from the leg lock she had him in and pin her to the ground. Growling, she struggled against Tom's grip loosely to indicate she wasn't giving up but her focus turned to Angela. "Agent Kaswaski, what's wrong?"

"It's Nathan, ma'am," replied Angela. "I mean, Agent Hunter. He was bored in the labs, where he was supposed to be waiting on some upgrades to his gun, and he started shooting spit balls on Mr. Stark. Well, Mr. Stark didn't appreciate that, so he switched to targeting Dr. Banner but one of his shots caught Dr. Banner in the eye and he fell to his knees and it looked like something really bad was happening!"

"Shit," cursed Rowen.

Tom released her immediately, rolling away to grab his gun from the floor beside the mats they'd been using. "I'll get Barton."

"Right," confirmed Rowen. "I'm going to see if I can contain this before it gets too bad."

"What should I do?" asked Angela as she hoped a bit between her feet. It was a nervous twitch Rowen would have to talk with her about later.

"Stay here," ordered Rowen, watching as Tom scrambled into the vents. "I'll handle this matter. You don't have the training to take down the Hulk yet."

"The hulk!" exclaimed Angela, her eyes going wide. "Why didn't anyone tell us Dr. Banner is the Hulk!"

"Because that information is need-to-know only and we didn't want to release that information until you had all passed basic," explained Rowen. "We'll discuss this later. Stay here."

Without any further warning, she bolted from the room and headed straight for the labs. I really, really hope Stark keeps tranquilizers on hand. Not that she was holding her breath. It was Stark, the man wasn't exactly a boy scout, even if he could design a new power generator inside a cave with spare parts.

She'd nearly reached the labs when the wall to the left about twenty feet in front of her blew into the hallway. Along with a very angry Hulk. Both incidents sent her to the ground, her feet sliding out from under her as she tried to stop. Which of course caused her to land in an ungraceful heap on the ground.

In front of her, the Hulk's massive form loomed inside the settled dust and plaster. His eyes were pinned on her, gaze narrowed. Without much though, Rowen pulled her hand gun out and began to fire. It wouldn't do anything to actually stop the Hulk (she's been briefed on procedure related to a hulk out), but it would make him angry enough to focus on her rather than anyone else.

Scrambling to her feet, Rowen bolted straight for the Hulk and the space between him and the busted wall. It was a risky move, but she needed to contain the damage which meant running the Hulk back through the already destroyed area until Barton could get there with the sedative arrow.

Ducking to dodge between his massive body and the wall, she just avoided being grabbed as she darted by and into the room he'd just burst out of. Several more shots left her gun as she broke through the room at a dead run. They needed to reach the lab, it was ground zero and where Hawkeye would head first if he didn't see any sign of the Hulk on his way there.

A roar behind Rowen sent a bolt of fear down her spine and propelled her to take off along the existing path of destruction without hesitation. She could hear the Hulk bounding behind her, racing after her as she dodged piles of debris and leapt over toppled furniture. He was bigger than her, which slowed him down a little in the smaller corridor, but his strength meant that he could clear obstacles before she could. Further more, on straight stretches where he could gain speed, he would have the advantage.

This is going to be interesting. Dodging through the room the Hulk had burst out of, she darted through a hole in the wall and broke back into the hallway. The Hulk was still roaring behind her, his footsteps shaking the ground on which she walked. Within seconds, he was running down the hallway himself, every step shaking the ground.

For several minutes, all Rowen did was run. And with each step, the Hulk grew closer. She'd nearly reached the labs when she dared to look back for the first time since the chase began.

"Shit!" muttered Rowen as a flash of green caught her eye: one of the Hulk's massive hands swinging straight at her. She didn't even think as she threw herself to the side and straight through one of the walls in the hallway. The move landed her in an abandoned lab which was apparently on the other side of the hallway. "I really hope no one saw that."

Unfortunately, she couldn't stay in the room. Instead she used the momentary access to a cleared path to push ahead of the Hulk further before sliding back into the hallway she'd been in before. The hulk was much further behind her, having stopped when she vanished through the wall.

As tempting as it was to delay any further running, Rowen knew she needed to lead the Hulk back to the labs if she wanted a chance of having Hawkeye sedate the raging monster. Pressing her fingers to her lips, she let out a sharp whistle that had her wanting to fold back her own ears. God, it was a horrible sound. It caught the Hulk's attention though, his red eyes landing her like a homing missile. She didn't wait for him to start moving, just took off as fast as she could towards the labs.

Not two minutes later, she burst into the destroyed, normally glass-walled lab space reserved by Banner, Stark, and Foster with the Hulk just feet behind her. Unfortunately, it also trapped her in the room with the Hulk. Wow, I really didn't think this one through. Brilliant, Rowen.

The sound of an unhappy snort-like growl behind her made Rowen spin completely around and silently pray that she wasn't about to get eaten. Or beaten into the ground. This thing had kicked Loki's ass, she'd be just as dead as he was if the Hulk got a hold of her.

Glaring angrily, the Hulk's eyes were narrowed at her in a way that made Rowen want to sink into the ground. Well, until an arrow landed right between them complete with the syringe containing the sedative they kept on hand for controlling the Hulk. For a moment, the monster blinked at the arrow before toppling forward and passing out.

Rowen let out a heavy breath as she stared at the monster, even as the sound of someone landing on the floor behind her echoed through the suddenly silent space. She didn't have to look to know it was Barton. "Thanks, Barton."

"No problem, Witchy," assured Clint, one of his hands landing on her shoulder and squeezing it gently. "You alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," confirmed Rowen, her fear and adrenaline giving way to anger. Turning to look at Barton, she met his eyes and knew from the way he gulped her anger was apparent. "But my agent isn't. Where is Hunter?"

Jerking his thumb towards the former lab entrance, she could see the group of her own agents, including Hunter, and lab personal gathered there. Honing in on Hunter, Rowen stormed over to where the group was and paused about ten feet away. She wasn't surprised when her accent came out so heavy, she sounded fresh off the boat. "Agent Hunter!"

Nathan gulped but still stepped away from the group. "Yes ma'am?"

"If you ever provoke Dr. Banner again, I will personally see to it that you are washed out of S.H.I.E.L.D.," growled Rowen, her accent as thick as her mother's. "As you all now know, Dr. Banner is more than he seems. Make him angry again, and it comes out of your pay check. Consider that your 'tip of the day'."

Nathan gulped and nodded, backing away quickly. Behind him, the others parted to allow the medics to come through and collect Dr. Banner from the ground. Fury entered as well, offering Rowen a raised eyebrow.

"Agent Le Fey?" questioned Fury, cocking an eyebrow slightly at her.

Rowen nodded, recognizing his request for her appearance for debriefing. Sighing, she followed Fury out of the room and prepared for what was sure to be a severe berating. Well, assuming Fury didn't call in Coulson and they didn't just spend the whole time laughing at her. Which he might. Out of the corner of her eye, Rowen watched as the medics loaded the now-back-to-normal Banner onto a stretcher and carried him from the room. She would have to visit Dr. Banner later, just to make sure he was okay.

Rowen took a deep breath before she walked into the room where Banner was being kept. He was conscious, though he wasn't sitting up yet. His head rolled towards her as she entered, a smile forming on his face.

"Agent Le Fey, correct?" asked Banner as he focused on her.

"Correct," confirmed Rowen. "But you can call me Rowen if you'd prefer. My team will be working closely with you."

Nodding, Banner shifted in his bed. "You might as well call me 'Bruce' after today. Sorry about chasing you like that, by the way."

"I drew your attention," dismissed Rowen. "It was my call." She took the chair beside Banner's bed, making sure she was close enough that they wouldn't b easily overheard. "You remember everything then?"

The look that slid over Bruce's face was some strange mix between knowing and sly. "Yes. I never lot sight of you the entire time I was chasing you through the hall."

Rowen stared at Bruce for a moment uncertainly. "Are you sure?"

"I'm positive," replied Bruce with a wink. "I never lot sight of you."

"Of course not," agreed Rowen, smiling at Bruce and mouthing 'thank you'.

Bruce dropped his voice even further. "Your secrets are yours to keep."

Chuckling, Rowen leaned back a little in her chair. It seemed she had underestimated Bruce. Well, she wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Besides, she could use some more sane friends. "So how are you feeling?"