Well, here's the next the next installment! That one review was enough to keep me going.

Guest: That's funny, because I was thinking about giving some of the parents screen time, anyway.

Here's some Hulktasha.

May 18th, 2018

Bruce was sitting at his kitchen table sipping some mint herbal tea and reading the paper, enjoying the near silence of the morning. He could hear Natasha upstairs starting the dryer in the laundry room and their daughter, Raja, was still asleep.

Well, she can't be asleep much longer, he thought setting down his mug, She's not a heavy sleeper and that dyer's bound to wake her up.

Suddenly, his wife's panic-stricken voice echoed from the second floor.

"Bruce, come quick!"

Suddenly alerted, he dropped the paper on the table and ran through the kitchen, through the living room and up the stairs. He paused at the top.

"Where are you?" he craned his neck to find that she wasn't in the laundry room.

"In Raja's room!"

Raja's room? What?

He ran into his teen-aged daughter's room to find Natasha standing in front of Raja's neatly made bed with an envelope in her hand. The only things on the bed was a stack of clothes that Natasha evidently brought in to have Raja put away, and a few stuffed animals propped up in front of the pillows.

"Where's Raja?" Bruce asked walking in, "What's that?" he pointed to the envelope.

With a trembling hand she handed it to him.

"I haven't opened it yet," she looked uncharacteristically scared.

Bruce took the envelope from her hand to find out what was written on the front in Raja's handwriting said, Bye.

With a feeling of sick panic he ripped open the envelope and pulled out a letter written in Raja's favorite red pen. He read it out loud.

Dear, Mom and Dad,

I love you both with all of my heart and it kills me to have to do it this way because of all you have done for me like adopting me from India and raising me as your own, but I had to run away to avoid a bad scene with you guys.

I don't know how else to put it this way but I'm pregnant.

Natasha gasped and Bruce looked up to see her pale with one hand covering her mouth. He felt how she looked. Raja? Pregnant? How did that happen?

He continued to read.

I'll tell you what happened and who the father is.

I met him a few moths ago at a school party and he offered me a drink. I know I shouldn't have, but I had only one sip. I think he must've drugged it because the next thing I knew, I was waking up in a nearby room on top of him. I should've know right then and there that something had happened but I was too brain-fogged to think much beyond of getting out of the room.

For the last couple of months, I haven't been feeling well. Nauseous, dizzy and really tired. A couple of days ago, I decided to take a test and of course, it came back positive.

I confronted the father-Roy is his name-about his baby. He feels really bad about what happened and he's willing to help take care of him/her. Sure, he's on drugs, marijuana, I think, but I know I can change him. Roy had a really good heart despite his bad temper. His parents have been kind to me and are willing to let me live with them until the baby is born, though I suspect they're on something as well.

By now, Natasha was hyperventilating and Bruce was feeling his blood pressure rise beyond what was healthy. Who was this…this Roy that had drugged his daughter and gotten her pregnant? There would be male blood spilled tonight by both her assassin mother and Hulk father. He finished reading.

By the way, I know this is sick and twisted and only something Howard Stark would do, but none of the above is true.

Natasha suddenly stopped hyperventilating and looked as confused as her husband.

"What? Let me see that!" she took the envelope from her husband's hands nearly ripping it in the process and read the rest out loud.

There is no baby and there is no druggie father. I was really scared at my bad report card and wanted to remind you that there are worst things in this world than a report card that should be buried. It's behind one of my pillows. I'm at a friend's house, so call me when it's safe to come home. Love you,

Raja.

Both Bruce and Natasha breathed both huge sighs of relief and collapsed onto their daughter's bed to catch their breaths.

"It won't be safe for her to come home until at least midnight!" Natasha breathed.

"Midnight?" Bruce shook his head, "Call her and say that she can spend the next two days with whoever she's with right now."

Natasha nodded.

"Agreed."

I know this one was shorter than the first and I would like to say that this was original, but it wasn't. It was based off of a story that I read on the internet once, you can read it on . I'm not sure if I did the original one justice! .

Anyway, I thought it would be sweet and appropriate if Bruce and Natasha adopted a girl from India (Calcutta preferably) because they can't have kids and that's where they met. :) Let me know what you think! Again, constructive criticism is allowed, but please no bashing or foul language.