disclaimer: I don't own the Hulk.

AN: For those that are reading this I would recommend also reading my other story Neptune Initiative because once I reach my version of Avengers 2 they will both be highly relevant.

Chapter 3: Hulks

Seattle, Washington

Days since last incident: 4

Time: 1200 h

Bruce was back in his hotel room. He had been in and out of the hospital over the past three days. Jen had been in a coma ever since she had received the transfusion. Bruce worried that the gamma in his blood would be too much for her but she was stable so his worry was limited. Mostly he worried about what the consequences would mean for his cousin. Would she become a monster every time she got stressed?

There was a knock on the door. Bruce got up and walked over to it cautiously. Looking through the peep-hole he saw Agent Romanoff. Bruce opened the door. "To what do I owe the honor?" Bruce asked.

Natasha glared at the alter ego of the Hulk. "Fury wants to know if there will be any side effects to the transfusion you gave you cousin."

Bruce sighed, "Not even a hello, huh."

"It is good to see you Doctor but we have other issues to deal with."

"Alaska you mean?" Bruce asked as the earth gave a small shake. Natasha looked around nervously.

"Be careful Doctor. Not very many know what the increase of seismic and storm activity in the past year means."

"You're not saying that a person is behind this, are you?"

"The transfusion Doctor."

"Do you know how irritating that is?" Natasha smiled and Bruce continued, "I don't know. I think there are bound to be a few. Blonsky is proof that my blood can cause mutations."

"What will you do if you end up with another Blonsky on the loose?"

"What happened?" Bruce suddenly snapped.

"What makes you think…" Natasha began but Bruce's eyes flashed green for a second before returning to normal. Natasha handed him a jump drive and said, "These photos were taken in Roswell. All we know for certain is that while this monster looks like the Abomination it is not."

Bruce sighed and said, "You know I don't have a computer right?"

Natasha smirked just as there was a knock at the door. Bruce's scrunched his eyebrows and answered the door. "I have a delivery for a Mr. Green," said the delivery woman.

"That would be me," Bruce said curiously. The woman had him sign and handed him a rectangular package about four inches thick. "Well I assume this is a gift from SHIELD?"

"Stark actually. It should be able to withstand your…quirks."

"Quirks. That's nice, I like it."

"Have a good day Doctor."

"Wait. Why are at Jen's law firm?"

"You aren't that hard to predict Doctor. We had a feeling that you would stop to see her while you were in town. Plus the mobster involved in her case of ties to a Russian crime ring. Goodbye doctor." With that she was gone.

Bruce pulled out the computer and began to set it up, still uncertain if she had told him the truth.

Best Western Windsor Inn

Ashland, Oregon

Days since last change: 2

Time: 2200 h

Rick had almost changed in Albuquerque. He had almost changed in Flagstaff and pretty much every other large city he had gone through. Sacramento had been the worst though. Rick had a feeling that the man regretted trying to car jack him. And there was nothing Rick could do to repair the man's jaw, nose, and well the rest of his face too. He hadn't changed but he had been a little too close for comfort.

So here he was sitting in a hotel before he would be finishing his drive to Seattle tomorrow. He listened to the sounds of the traffic along the interstate. His breathing slowed and his heart rate with it. He was totally calm. Suddenly he felt his muscles begin to strengthen and he heard his clothes ripping.

"I am A-bomb!"

Rick's eyes snapped open. He was sitting in his room. He realized that it had been a flash back. This other half of his claimed to be called A-Bomb. He had to talk to Bruce. He was the only person Rick knew with experience in this sort of thing. He didn't remember much of what he had done but he hoped he hadn't hurt anyone. He figured the chances weren't too high though. After all there wasn't much to hurt in the middle of a desert.

Rick turned on the TV and listened to the news. He listened as the weather man droned on about what they could expect, not that he was right very often but they always seemed to try. "We have also received some more information on the shooting two days ago in Seattle. We are being informed that the shooters are suspected to be mobsters involved in a case Walters was working on. While her condition is currently stable she has remained in a coma since the shooting two days ago.

"We also have an update on the earthquake earlier today that destroyed Mount Borah in Idaho. The death toll from the quake has drop from the suspected five hundred down to two hundred and fifty. The Gladiators have also not been seen since the initial report. Some local have even blamed the Gladiators for the attack."

Rick sighed and shut off the TV. Bruce was in Seattle. He didn't know how he knew but he was sure of that. Tomorrow he would ask Bruce for help.

Seattle, Washington

Days since last incident: 4

Time: 1400 h

Bruce had finished setting up his new computer. He was currently looking at the images from Roswell. The images weren't the best, he could tell SHIELD hadn't taken them, but they did prove one thing: someone was trying to make more monsters like himself and Blonsky. This monster look a lot like the Abomination but it was blue and less boney. Bruce could think of only one reason for the similarities. They where using Blonsky's blood, and only General Ross had access to Blonsky. Looks like you were right, Hill, Bruce though.

What bothered Bruce the most though were the eyes. It wasn't the color or anything like that but the look behind them that caught his attention. There was something about this monster that was familiar. Bruce continued to study the images. He wished he knew which direction the camera had been pointed so he could get a general idea of what direction the monster had come from. Then it hit him.

General Ross had taken interest in the Super Soldier program once more. He had access to Blonsky and would therefore have access to his blood. This new monster was Ross's latest attempt at recreating the Hulk. Bruce felt the mind that was the Hulk stir in the back of his mind. Even the Hulk didn't like that idea. Ross also had a base in the New Mexican desert that he had originally wanted Bruce to work at. This had to be the place where this monster had originated.

The only problem no was finding the monster. Bruce knew how fast the thing could travel, how fast he could travel. Maybe if Jen was mutated by his blood then they could find this base together and tear it down. He felt guilty about thinking that way but he couldn't help it. Maybe together they could learn to control these monsters. Maybe together they could find the base and stop Ross.

He shut down the computer before he headed to the hospital. He wanted to be there when Jen woke. After all if she had mutated and she changed he would be the only one that could really stand a chance at keeping her from hurting someone.

In a few minute Bruce was sitting in a chair next to Jen's hospital bed. Her condition had stabilized but the comma she was in worried Bruce. He kept thinking that it was because of him that she was most likely going to be changed like him.

Jen was a pretty woman. She was five foot ten with brown hair and green eyes. He hoped she would make it through. She had been married once but had divorced shortly after the marriage had begun. Jen was quiet and shy, somewhat like Bruce had been before he was changed.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door and Bruce looked up to see none other than Rick Jones standing in the door way.

"Rick!" Bruce said jumping up, "What are you doing here? It is so good to see you. How have you been?" Jones was a fit man about five foot nine with brown hair and brown eyes.

"Well," his old friend began, "I've been better."

"What do you mean?"

Rick sighed then sat down next to Jen's bed. Bruce followed suit. After a couple of seconds Rick began to tell his story. He told Bruce how he had wanted to help Bruce by finding a cure and had teamed up with Ross. How he had been lied to. And finally that he was the monster Bruce had got the photos of. "He calls himself A-Bomb. From what little memory I have he doesn't seem all that bright. But I don't think Ross I working alone."

"I told you you couldn't trust Ross. But you are right. Ross may be good at tactics but he isn't the type to be able to achieve this type of thing on his own. Was there anyone else there that you can remember seeing?"

"There was this one weird-looking guy. He looked normal except for two things. He had green skin and an elongated head."

"What do you mean he has an elongated head?"

"It looks like it has been stretched." Bruce was silent in thought for a long time. "You know I saw you on TV. Those clips from New York. You seem to be getting the hang of controlling it."

"No. It's more like we are learning to work together. Besides the Other Guy likes to break things and he got to do that while doing some good so it worked out well for everyone."

"Is there a cure?"

"Not that I have found. Do you think you could lead me to the base that they are testing a?"

"Maybe, why?"

"Just thinking. I mean we don't need any more people like us running around so it would be best to nip this in the butt and stop the testing before they create too many more."

"Bruce, listen I'm sorry that this happened but maybe we just need to work together on this. Let me help you shut this down."

"You don't have the amount of control I do."

"Control over what?" said a hoarse voice.

"Jen you're awake," Bruce exclaimed. "Do you feel any different?"

"What do you mean different?" Jen asked as Rick looked at Bruce curiously.

"Just anything. Sometimes a coma can change things."

"What are you talking about Bruce?" Jen said with a voice full of stress. Bruce could tell that Rick was stressed too. The heart rate monitor was beeping wildly next to her.

"Never mind. It doesn't matter."

"Tell me, Bruce," Jen ordered. He voice was different this time though. It was deeper. It only seemed to stress her out more. Bruce looked over at Rick. His eyes were tinged with yellow.

"Go," he told Rick as Jen began to sit up in bed. Bruce's heart was racing. "I'll keep her from hurting anyone and take away from the city. I need you to follow us."

"How will I do that?" Rick asked.

"Follow the path of destruction." Just the Jen jerked and sent Rick through a wall. Great now he had two to deal with. Jen's skin had turned green along with her hair. She had become more muscular but it wasn't to the same extreme as the Hulk. She was only about seven feet tall, compared to the Hulk's eight foot six. Bruce looked through the hole she had used Rick to create and saw that Rick was now blue and growing in height.

"Well that's just great. Now I have to deal with them both." Bruce prayed that the Hulk wouldn't cause more destruction and began to change in order to fight She-Hulk and A-Bomb.

Gamma Base New Mexico

Command Room

Time: 1600 h

"Sir," said man as he walked into General Ross's office, "A-Bomb was just seen in Seattle. He was with the Hulk as well a another monster."

"Keep an eye on them. I want to know if they start heading this way," Ross replied, "Also keep any eye on our big-headed friend. I'm not sure that I trust him."

"Sir, maybe we should just listen to Leader. He seems to have a pretty solid..."

"Do as you are told soldier."