Still Ivy here.

The next thing I was really aware of next was something pinning my legs. I tried to pull my legs free, but it was too heavy.

I looked around. Black Widow was trying to free her legs from the same thing that had mine pinned down. Dr. Banner was lying on the ground, his face turning green.

She pulled herself free and turned her attention to me. "You okay?" She started to pull on whatever was pinning me.

"I think so. Just go," I said. "Dr. Banner's going to hulk out. Just go before he does it."

"Not a chance. Bruce," she said, turning to him. "You've got to fight it. I will get you out of this. I promise, you will walk away and you will never look back."

It was too late. He was growing bigger, slowly changing.

The movie doesn't even come close to capturing how terrifying it actually is, to know that in a moment you're going to be attacked by a giant green monster which could snap your body like a toothpick.

Then my legs were free.

"Go!" she ordered, pulling me to my feet and shoving me forward. "Move!"

I took off in another direction. It would be difficult to outrun the Hulk in any case, but I am, as previously mentioned, not particularly fast. Luckily for me, he decided to chase Black Widow instead of me.

I kept running, though, until I was well and truly lost.

I stopped at last, leaning against the wall to catch my breath.

Footsteps sounded nearby. I started to turn, only to find myself staring at an arrow.

I opened my mouth to scream, but no sound came out.

"Don't yell," he said. "It'll be easier that way."

"What did you do with Miranda?"

"She's fine," said Hawkeye.

That was a cause for some relief. He wouldn't really have a reason to lie to me in this case – I didn't think.

"Are you going to shoot me?" I asked.

"That depends on whether or not you do what I tell you. Put your hands where I can see them, then turn around."

I hesitated. He'd probably whack me in the head and I'd be completely at his mercy.

Instead, I made what holds my record for dumb instant decisions. I stepped aside and tried to take the bow out of his hands.

Yeah. My instant decisions could use just a little bit of work.

It failed miserably, in case you had any doubts about that.

He dropped the bow and grabbed me. I kneed him, hard. He grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back. Something sharp pricked my neck – the tip of a knife.

"You're going to regret that."