Author's Note: I still don't own Marvel.

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Before school let out for the summer, Jimmy's blood was made into a serum that could cure mutants of their mutations. Bruce called Hank McCoy, who was caring for Jimmy and assisting the scientists at the Worthington lab. As much as Warren Worthington Jr. disliked mutants he must have found the mutant boy having a furry blue nanny to be enjoyable because he paid Hank a good salary to watch the boy. "Hank, a young lady that just turned eighteen would like to be a test subject and we need to talk face-to-face."

"You can't touch Jimmy," said Hank. "I can wear protective clothing, but he can't touch you in protective clothing. You were radioactive for 3 years after eating those apples."

"We'll just talk and look over the research." Bruce wouldn't put Jimmy or any other child in danger.

After kissing Sif and Dagmar good-bye, Bruce and Rogue went through airport security. Since Jimmy was moved to Alcatraz for his safety, Tony and Pepper met them at San Francisco Airport. After hugging Bruce, Tony lifted Bruce's shirt.

"No belly hole," said Bruce. "I let the Hulk out to play before and after finals."

"I thought finals are only stressful for the students," teased Tony.

"Hi," said Rogue.

"Howdy, you must be Rogue," said Tony. "I'm Tony."

"Bruce's bestie," said Rogue. "He talks about you all the time."

"Good I hope," said Tony.

"Only the best," said Rogue. "You look human to me, so I think he exaggerates."

Bruce blushed a little.

"Dr. Banner's final was challenging but not too stressful. Storm's final made me sweat. Professor Xavier gave the English final," Rogue said. "Tony, never bullshit a telepath."

Tony smiled. "I'll remember that."

Tony and Pepper drove them to the ferry then waved to them as they boarded the boat. Tony motioned to his phone for them to call him when it was over.

Bruce put an arm around Rogue. "It will be fine."

"I love him so bad and I've been terrible to him," said Rogue.

"I know," Bruce said.

Rogue got her shot first. Rolling up her glove to look at the bandage-covered injection-site wound, she said, "That's it." She removed her glove the rest of the way then touched Hank. "I'm not blue."

"No, you're not." Bruce hugged her, not noticing one of her gloves was off. "The last time I touched you, I lost unconsciousness and you became a she-hulk."

Rogue was crying in Bruce's arms. "I'm normal."

"Normal is overrated," said Bruce. "Let's go home."

Hank said, "Don't you want to look over my lab notes."

"You can email them to me."

"You came all this distance," said Hank.

Warren Worthington Jr. walked over to them. "Furball, who's your friend?"

Bruce held out his hand. "You must be Mr. Worthington. I've heard a lot about you. I'm Dr. Banner. Your equipment uses my ceramic."

Warren shook his hand. "Isn't this a bit out of your field?"

"Cold temperature physics is out of my field. My superconductor came about due to serendipity. Mr. Stark and I were designing upgrades to his suit, in case, I wasn't there to catch him." Bruce said that to see the look on the man's face. Warren Worthington Jr., who had a mutant son, was known for hating mutants. "This is more my field."

Mr. Worthington must have not understood the reference. Then Mr. Worthington's son, Archangel, caught a lot of people falling out of the sky.

"This one ceramic had some interesting properties and I started tweaking. My research belongs to Stark Industries, so I'm not at liberty to say more." That was a lie. After the patent was approved. Bruce wrote several journal articles about his discovery. He was just trying to raise the bigot's ire.

"You're a poor spy since I saw Mr. Stark drive you to the ferry," said Worthington.

"You have nothing Mr. Stark's wants." Bruce wasn't a spy. He was a ticking time bomb, set to explode all over Mr. Worthington's data. The problem was he gave his name and, if he exploded, he would have to go back to Asgard because he couldn't hide with a wife and newborn.

"He's probably hacking into my computers while you talk to my pet mutant," said Worthington.

"He doesn't need a distraction to hack into your computers," said Bruce. "Hank, you shouldn't let him call you Furball."

"I get called worse," said Hank.

"That doesn't make it right," said Bruce.

"I'm here for Jimmy. Warren can lay an egg as far as I care. I just want to make sure the boy isn't harmed. I also want to make sure that Warren doesn't do anything unethical with the vaccine." Hank stood up and gave Warren a glance. "We understand each other. Don't we, Warren?"

Bruce smiled - lay an egg. Warren's son had feathers. "Hank, email me your notes."

"Furball, you hit that send button and your blue ass is fired," said Worthington.

Hank shrugged his shoulders. "Since we are still in the testing phase, we don't know if the vaccine is temporary or permanent. Rogue, I would hate for you to learn it's temporary while you're touching someone."

"If I need booster shots, I'll get them," Rogue said. "To touch someone even for a few minutes is more than I could ask for."

Hank hugged Rogue. "Please, be careful."

After hugging Bruce, Rogue walked out of the lab. Warren took the bait and followed her. The Hulk would make sure there were no booster shots. Bruce didn't take his glasses off. Saving all his students from the serum in this lab was worth more than a pair of glasses or any of his clothes. They rescued him; it was time he rescued them.

Bruce thought about his students and how much he loved teaching. Bruce and Sif had decided to spend the summer on Asgard and return to teaching in the fall. Now he wouldn't be able to return to Misgard, but he couldn't let his students down. "Hank, get the boy."