The Girl Who Can't Be Moved

Warning: Minor movie spoilers! I'm going to do my best to incorporate them into the story just based on my memory.

Chapter Three

It only took a few turns, a dive roll to avoid a wandering agent and some classic tip toeing, but Bridgette soon made it to the main control headquarters. There were rows of technicians wearing little headpieces that resembled a high tech blue tooth, all with computers of the highest looking technology she had ever seen. Heck, her cell was some junky flip phone. Dozens of agents worked the area below, she observed as she leaned against the railing, looking down.

"Wow...would you look at that..."

"Miss Smith." Spinning around to attention, she focused on Director Fury, doing her best to not stare at the eye patch. That would be rude. Don't stare. Don't stare. Taking a breath, she made her way over. Great, already busted for ditching the medical bay. Terrific.

"Miss Smith, this is Dr. Bruce Banner," he introduced, gesturing the man beside him. The doctor had his jacket tossed over his arm as he fiddled with his hands.

"Yes, we have already been...acquainted," he answer, voice low. Bridgette smiled at him, tickled by his mild manner. He glanced away quickly to avoid the eye contact. Oh no, she wasn't having that now. She smirked.

"Yep, we've had good team bonding time so far, haven't we doc?" she teased. He mumbled something incoherent, running a hand through his dark hair. A short laugh was heard before Fury regained her attention with a pointed look, making her swallow the rest of her giggles. It was too fun to tease the doctor, she couldn't help it.

A man came from the lower section and stood before her. He was graciously tall, broad shouldered and muscular. His expression was very stern and he had blonde hair with a severe part just off to the side. He reminded her of those toy soldiers young boys typically got for Christmas. The stereotypical, perfect soldier.

Captain America.

"Dad, who's this guy?" asked Bridgette, wandering about her father's lab. There was a worktable covered in photographs and sketches of the same man over and over again. Different angles, different sizes, but all the same man. Blue eyes squinted as she read the name scrawled on the bottom.

"Captain...America?" she recited. "Who's that?" Her father picked her up from behind, making her squeal in surprise. He snuggled her close as he picked up a photo and brought it back up to their level.

"This is Captain America," explained her father. She snuggled in close, little arms around his neck. "And he is a superhero."

"A superhero?" she repeated, blue eyes growing wide. Her father laughed aloud, a hearty sound that she loved.

"Yes, my love, a superhero. He is The Superhero."

"Wow," she awed, looking at the picture again. Right then, she made her decision. "Well, I like him." Again he laughed, setting the picture down and walking away.

"Of course you do, love. Of course you do."

"This is Captain Steve Rogers," introduced Fury, gesturing to the man. Bridgette nodded, suddenly feeling very small, like she was a little girl again, gazing adoringly over the photos and hearing his stories at night. To squash the feeling, she squared her shoulders and looked him right in the eye as she offered her hand in order to swallow the blush. Which he nearly crushed hers with the simple motion.

"Pleasure to meet you, ma'am," he said, tone even and controlled. For some reason, Bridgette couldn't help but hear a sadness in the undertone in his voice. Maybe she was hearing things, but she just couldn't shake it. So, she beamed up at him.

"It's great to meet you, Captain. I've heard a lot of good things about you." Probably more often than I care to admit, she thought to herself.

"Thank you, ma'am. I hope I live up to them," he responded, hands falling in place behind his back. At the soldier's attention, that was his stance. There wasn't a single muscle that was slack.

"I'm sorry to say that I haven't exactly heard much about you, ma'am. I think maybe I was given an incorrect file, your information was...well, lacking," mentioned the Captain, glancing about to see if anyone had a similar issue. Banner nodded in agreement and Bridgette gave a sort of sheepish smile. Guilty.

"Which is exactly why Miss Smith ought to be in the medical bay, so that we may collect the rest of our information," explained Director Fury. His words were meant to jab her and she flinched out of being caught. At least it was reassuring to know that information traveled quickly.

"But medical bays are dumb," she grumbled childishly. Fury didn't seem to find her comment funny so she bit down on her bottom lip to stay quiet least she wanted to receive another warning look. Fury kept his hands behind his back as well, surveying them all with his good eye. He was always an intimidating figure with his all black clothing, trench coat and eye patch, he was someone you never wanted to cross. Which was probably why he was the guy in charge.

"I expect you three to get along well enough," he warned. Bridgette gave a loud exhale through her nose. Of course they were going to get along. They were mature enough. Even if the Captain was the only perfect result of the super soldier formula while she and Banner were the screw-ups. They would get along, right?

"Director Fury!" interrupted a computer techie. All attention went to him immediately and he typed away at his keyboard. "We have a 67% match for Loki's facial recognition-" The computer beeped at him and he typed again. "Wait, make that 75%-no, it's now a 97% match for Loki sir!"

Fury moved to below, looking over the technician's shoulder to double check the screen. Bridgette leaned against the railing, the Captain followed Fury while Banner only took a hesitant step forward.

"So where is he?" he asked. The tech pointed on the screen to the glowing dot and small window came up, showing a rather clear image of the mischief god. He was their enemy, Bridgette remembered him from the file. He was from a different world and wanted to rule their own for some reason. Tourists, she scoffed. Think they own everything.

"Stuttgart, Germany, sir," the man answered. "He isn't exactly hiding." Fury nodded and straightened to his full height again, turning toward the super soldier.

"You're up, Captain." Rogers nodded.

"Yes sir." Bridgette made to follow the blonde but Fury easily turned her about, leading her in the opposite direction. She looked up at him, confused.

"Agent Romanov, if you could show Dr. Banner to his lab, please." A female agent with short curled red hair nodded, strong stride taking the lead.

"You'll love it doc. We've got all the toys," she commented, tone even but inflicted with humor that made Bridgette smirk. The doctor simply followed without comment, though he still wrung his hands, noticed the girl. She turned her attention back to the director.

"Where do you need me at?" she asked, excited for her role. Fighting side by side with Captain America was entirely her dream as a young girl. Taking down the bad guys next to the world's first ever superhero, it still gave her butterflies.

"In Dr. Banner's lab," answered Fury. Her jaw dropped, stunned and very unladylike of her.

"What?" she yelped. "Shouldn't I be going with the Captain? As backup? Support? Something?" She was hoping, praying, mentally begging that he was just holding her back to maybe, maybe give words of advice or something of the sort. Please please please just let her go and live out this one childhood dream. His good eye gave her a stern look and she had to fight to hold her tongue while her stomach turned cold with dread and disappointment.

"You need to be in the lab with Dr. Banner. Maybe he can pry your physical records from you. If you had complied sooner, you'd be on your way to Germany."

"But-I-if I could maybe just-"

"Go."

"I promise I'll be good!"

"Miss Smith."

"...Fine..." She started to walk away when a thought struck her, forcing her to about-face.

"Hey, so what do you call this...ship thing?" she asked. Fury raised his brow at the innocent question.

"It's a helicarrier." She gave a thumbs up.

"Helicarrier. Got it."

Dr. Banner was adjusting some of the instruments in the lab, trying to get use to all of the high end equipment. It had been quite awhile since his last visit to a proper science facility. It was refreshing to see computer screen, whirring devices, wide stable worktables and space to move around in. Almost...relaxing..

Then the door slid open and his pulse picked up again.

Bridgette Smith, the Avenger girl that had no qualms with talking to him. Who blatantly ignored everyone else's warnings about "tiptoeing" around him, just in case he snaps and goes Hulk on everyone. She was unnerving and bold. Looked him right in the eye when she spoke, teased and joked around him. The actions were almost comforting, but he had to stop and ask, was she brave or foolish?

"Hey, Dr. Banner," she greeted.

"Um, hello," he greeted, hands starting to wring again. He made an effort to still them. The girl didn't say much as she took a few strides and hopped onto the empty worktable, sitting indian style again. Brown eyes regarded her strangely.

"And, just what are you doing?" he asked. She lowered her head dramatically and held out her arms, wrists facing up.

"Go ahead! Take it from me!"

Bruce Banner could only stare incredulously at the girl.

"E-excuse me?" he stammered. After waiting a beat, she sat back up and looked at him and proceeded to burst out laughing. Her arms wrapped around her stomach as she laughed at his expense most likely.

"Y-y-your face!" she wheezed. "Oh god, I wish you could've seen it!"

Giving a sigh, Banner folded his arms in order to try and hide his amusement. "What are you here for, Miss Smith?"

"Bridgette," she corrected, finally recovering from her bout of laughter. "It's Bridgette, doc. No one needs to call me "Miss Smith". Makes me sound snobby." He removed his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose, already wishing he was back in Calcutta where he could be working, at the very least working on his language skills and his heart wouldn't be beating so damn hard.

Sensing his stress, she gave an easy smile and shrugged off her jacket and proceeded to roll up the sleeve of the rented agent outfit. She held out her arm again, wrist up. "Fury told me to come get my blood work done. That's all. If you can, that is."

"If I can?" he repeated, concerned as he busied himself with preparing the tools needed. "I know how to take blood, Miss-I mean, Bridgette. I'm fairly trained." She nodded in agreement, russet hair waving.

"Oh, I believe you. Just try not to be too disappointed." He raised a brow as he finished preparing the desired needle.

"Is there something I should know about?" He prepped the spot on her arm for injection. "You're not going to stab me or anything are you?" he tried to joke. She smiled at his attempt, blue gaze glinting.

"Awww you, doc? Never," she answered with a cheeky wink. "Though next time you feel like bashing me around, you really ought to buy me dinner first." The needle froze just above her skin. Bruce looked up at the girl, gaze wide and worried behind his glasses. Ouch, too soon for that joke, she mentally chided. Great timing, Smith.

"So I did hurt you."

"Well," she shrugged. "You tossed me around for a good bit, but clearly I'm up and at it." She lifted her arms up in a mock flex, trying to diffuse the mood. Bruce placed his hands on the table, leaning against it as support. He shook his head.

"I shouldn't be here. I-I'm far too much of a risk to everyone on board-"

"Knock it off."

Bruce looked up, caught off guard. This was the first time someone cleanly interrupted his, well for lack of a better term, self-hate rant. When others heard, they just allowed him to carry on with it. Bridgette was watching him with those sharp eyes, tone stern, expression set in determination as she studied him. The table put her at his height as he was leaning against it as well, lowering his usual height and amplifying her own.

"You're not a risk. I'm fine and everyone else is going to be fine. Don't go over analyzing the situation because that's when people mess up," she said.

"You don't understand-"

"I understand just fine, Bruce Banner," she snapped, some of her nerves getting the better of her. "And even if I am wrong and you do Hulk out again, then fine. I'll stop you, just like before. No harm, no foul."

There was a small pause of silence, Bridgette slightly pouting while Bruce went over what was said. He carefully glanced back over at the girl, standing straight up again as he picked up the needle, double checking it.

"So, how did you manage to stop me last time?" he asked. She gave a breath of a laugh, sending him a crooked smile.

"With my charm, of course." He nodded in mock understanding, giving a small laugh of his own.

"Is that so?"

"Absolutely." Taking a breath, she held out her arm to him. Her next words could have possible wielded a double meaning, but she pushed the thought away.

"Just give me a shot, Bruce. Maybe you can find something that SHIELD couldn't."

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