The Hulk lands in a thick forest. Seeing that he's finally alone, he pants heavily to calm down and let out some steam. In the trees, various forest Pokémon, like the Caterpie, Pidgey and Oddish evolutionary lines, hide from the jade colored monster. When one of them steps on a twig, the Hulk hears it and turns around. Still angry, but curious, he walks to where the sound was. The Oddish hides quietly behind a tree, shivering; hoping that it won't be seen by the green giant that is walking toward the tree its behind. As the Hulk is within two feet of the tree, a swarm of Beedrill descend from above the canopy and try to overwhelm him. Hulk swats the horde of Poison Bee Pokémon one by one and they retaliate with Poison Stings, Twineedles, and Fury Attacks. The Hulk has had enough and gets extremely angry.

"HULK HATE BIG BUGS!"

So it uses it's thunderclap to knock them back and knock them out. The shock of the clap also causes the trees around him to blow away. Jade Jaws looks around for anything unusual. When he sees nothing, he sits with his back against a tree.

HULK P.O.V: Breathing soft, but heavy. Hulk sees nothing but more vibrant woods and a trail. His vision starts to get blurry; he closes his eyes while quietly saying,

"Hulk. Alone."

A few minutes later...

BRUCE BANNER P.O.V: He wakes up, groaning. He opens his eyes; his vision is blurry.

He rubs his eyes and looks around to see where he is now. He is exasperated that he hulked out again. He gets up right when he sees a trail right in front of where he was sitting. He walks up to the path and looks left and right; in the former direction, he sees, from a distance, buildings. Bruce has relief from his burdens and lets out a small smile as he weakly walks towards the town, with his hands clasping his upper arms. Nearby, a Murkrow is sitting on a tree branch, watching Banner as he makes his way to civilization. It smiles, chuckling quietly in it's closed, crooked beak, and flies off.

A little while later, Bruce is walking in the middle of a small city/rural town, with townhouses, stores, 3—4 story buildings, etc. Everyone that looks at him brush him off because he looks like a bum. Bruce lowers his head and lets out a deep sigh. He walks into a diner, where he gets odd looks from most of the customers and waitresses. One of them ask,

"What do you think you're doing here looking like that?"

Bruce pleads, "I need help."

The waitress refuses to acknowledge his assistance. "I'm sorry, sir. No shirt, no shoes, no service." She explains harshly.

"No, no, no, no. You don't understand. I'm lost. I'm cold. I don't have any money. I don't have anywhere to go or stay!" Banner explains.

The waitress berates him again, "What did I just say?"

"But…" Banner solicits.

"You don't understand our policy here!" She reprimands Banner again. "And the only 'but' here will be yours outside this establishment before I throw you out…"

"It's okay." Said a relaxed, sincere voice, interrupting the waitress' tirade. The waitress looks at the person who said that—it was a preteen boy with red hair, black shirt/coat and shoes, and purple pants eating a plate of rice with mixed vegetables.

"Help him."

The waitress was puzzled at the stranger's random thoughtfulness.

"Are you sure about that?" the waitress queried.

"Of course." The boy replied, "You people and this building are supposed to welcome outsiders."

"Well..." the waitress thought of that for a minute; she was apprehensive in letting the man in and helping him, looking the way he is; but she also remembered that it is her job to provide customer service. She sighed and said to Bruce, apologetically and with a small smile, "All right."

Bruce's heart melted with gratitude. The boy pats a stool to the left of him. Bruce sat there. Another waitress walks up to Bruce, as kind and as welcoming as can be.

"What would you like to order?" she said nicely to him.

"Coffee." Banner said without missing a beat.

"Regular or decaf?"

"Definitely decaf."

"Coming right up!" the waitress walks to the kitchen in the back.

Bruce talks to the boy as he's still eating his food. "Thanks for getting them to let me in."

The boy, still eating, cracks a little smile after hearing that remark. "No problem." He says cheerfully. "I know what it's like to be where I'm not wanted." He says pitifully with his smile turning back into a frown.

"Well, believe me—you're not the only one." Bruce said with a lighthearted chuckle. "I never stay in one place for very long anyway."

The boy says indifferently, "You're not from around here, are you?"

Bruce sighs, "No. I'm not."

Boy: "Well you look like you've had a really rough day."

Banner: "You don't know the half of it."

The waitress arrives carrying a coffee mug on a saucer in one hand and a coffee pot in the other. She places the mug and saucer on the counter and pours the coffee from the pot to the mug until it's almost full. She brings the cup to Banner who smiles, but immediately remembers that he doesn't have any money to pay for it. The boy warmly says to Banner,

"Don't worry. I'll pay for you."

"No need." Said the waitress. "It's on the house." And she gives Bruce a sly, quick, gentle wink before going back into the kitchen.

Banner looks at his reflection in his cup of Joe and starts to look away forlornly, as if he is distracted or saw something. The boy notices this and puts a small smirk on his face when he turns to Banner. He sprinkles a purple powder in the coffee without him (or anyone else) noticing. The boy resumes his "sympathetic stranger" act and asks Bruce what is wrong.

"Oh! Oh, nothing. It's just that…" Banner moves his finger around the top edges of the mug while looking out at the window the opposite side of the entrance. He then sighs to ease himself enough to blurt out what is on his mind while still feeling glum.

"I haven't had a good life. Luck hasn't been on my side for a long time. And this day..." he sighs and then turns to look at his reflection in his coffee. "…was nothing compared to what I had for years. I had a father who didn't love me and a mother that did."

The boy paused scooping rice and vegetables into his mouth when he heard about Banner's family issues. He lowers his head and says in a dejected tone,

"Mm-hmm. Same here."

Bruce continues, "They didn't get along; they wouldn't even talk to each other at dinner. In my late teens to early 20s, I got a silver lining. I met the most beautiful girl in the world…"

The boy smiles.

"…and I got a job. But it all went downhill when the… accident occurred." His sees his reflection shift into that of the Hulk and it roars before it changes back to his own.

"Well, nobody's perfect." The boy snarks. He eats the last of portions of his meal and dab his mouth with a napkin. Banner blows on his coffee to cool it down. He lifts the cup up with both hands and sips from it. "Well, I have to go. It was nice meeting you, Mr.…"

"Please—call me Bruce."

"All right… Bruce."

Bruce suddenly starts to feel a little dizzy. "What… wha… what's happening to me?" he woozily utters. He starts holding his head and finds out that he's also sweating profusely. Then, he gives a quiet gasp when he feels his heartbeat getting faster and faster. He starts to panic; knowing full well what's going to happen next. He thinks to himself,

"No, Banner. No! Not here; not now. Not now!"

The waitress comes back to notice Banner acting and feeling strange: unsteady on his seat and dripping like a squeezed wet sponge. She asks out of concern, "What's wrong, honey? Coffee too strong?"

"No." Bruce weakly and alarmingly says; not to the waitress, but to himself. "No!"

Too dizzy to sit up straight, he leans off the stool to the side and falls on the floor. The waitresses and the other customers gasp – except for the boy, who was still sitting and looked at Banner with a devious grin. One by one, the customers walk up to Bruce (laying on his side, shaking, sweating, legs bent, back curled, arms wrapped flat into his chest) and all exclaim in worry.

"What happened to him? /Is he okay? / He looks pale. / Does anyone know CPR? / …and thin."

"No! You need to get away."

A man selflessly refuses. "Sir, you need help. Let us help you."

Bruce's voice trembles as he warns the folks in the diner. "No. You don't understand." Bruce groans and closes his eyes tightly. "For… your… own… safety… get away!" Bruce's eyes open to show that his irises are now green. "Now!"

The boy turns back at the counter and nonchalantly asks, "Check, please."

Back in the forest, one of the Beedrill laying unconsciously is touched on the top and the side of its head by Lucas.

"Huh," the trainer uttered to Brendan right next to him as he examined the condition of the giant insect. "Looks like their all knocked out."

Brendan replies with a closer analysis. "But they're not hurt; just stunned."

Lucas turns around and looks at something that catches his eye. He gestures and calls to his friend, "Look!"

Brendan walks up and gasps at the very thing Lucas was looking at. He says with slight concern and anxiety, "The same footprints—just like the ones that we saw in the mountains."

"That's right." Lucas ripostes with more composure. "Seems to me that it survived the battle at the plateau and arrived here where it encountered a swarm of Beedrill when it got too close to their nest."

"It's a miracle for anyone to survive an encounter with a Beedrill, but an entire swarm?" Brendan says, now panicking. "This guy isn't human!"

Lucas notices another pair of footprints, only these were smaller and skinnier. "Hey, look at this."

Brendan spots them too. They follow them to a trail.

"Looks like whoever this guy was, he wasn't alone." Said Brendan.

"For some reason, I'm not quite so sure." Lucas says as he looks and compares the two different sized footprints out of the corner of his eye.

Suddenly, they hear an explosion. They turn to the left part of the trail that leads to a city where they see smoke billowing up.

Lucas starts finicking with his Pokétch.

"What was that?" Brendan said, surprised at the bang. He's also wondering about the city. "Where was that?"

"Aha!" Lucas excitedly exclaims; he finds the map app on his Pokétch. "According to the map, based on our current position, we are half a mile from a town called Wishcomb City."

"So what's happening there?"

"I don't know, but we're going to find out." Lucas starts to run to Wishcomb.

Brendan, flabbergasted and frozen standing still, reacts, "We are?!"

Lucas runs back to grab Brendan and both run towards the city.

I wanted to write the scene where Bruce walks into town and in a diner because, in my mind, I needed some way for Banner to enter town, instead of having the Hulk leap there for no reason.

Wishcomb was actually a word my dad would say sometimes.

In case you didn't realize, the redhead in the diner was Silver.