Bruce spent years on and off trying to perfect his long awaited daughter with the healthiest organs he found in labs and jolting electricity waves through each of their lifeless bodies. He perfected 4 bodies which then failed communication before camilla was created.

Camilla was beautiful, so well put together, from each strawberry blonde hair on her head to her perfectly painted toe nails in the colour emerald green to match her piercing eyes.

Each year of the 17 year olds life Bruce would watch over her. Her first steps, climbing the towering oak tree in their back garden, going to high school and heart-breaks. He had told her that her mother died whilst giving birth to avoid her thinking she was different and getting bullied. Bruce almost never left her out of his sight. He read the avenger comic books to her every night before she went to bed until she was 11, he then passed on the old books to her. She was a tomboy after all, dressing up in cosplay and fighting off he bad guys, Loki and Ultron. Villains always seemed to strike her she would be fascinated by their past and how they became so hated.

He never told her about his powers or the avengers or Loki's attack on New York. As a result of his care and safety he never returned to The Avengers and lost contact with them. They were convinced that he had moved on, started a life away for home with his daughter. However, he hadn't. The guilt haunted him every day and he still jotted down solutions of how he and the others can protect their planet.

Bruce paced the floors of his lab after receiving a panicking message off of Steve. Most people would be panicked if they read a message from Captain America. It read:

Bruce!

Long time no see.

Me and the gang are back in New York.

Coming to get you.

Be ready by 3.

Steve.

Bruce's heart began doubling its pace. 'What about camilla, I can't leave her but I can't bring her she doesn't know anything about my past.'

Previously known as 'The Hulk' he was embarrassed to tell Camilla, she would think it was all a joke.

His brain suddenly came alive bounding with a bright idea. He jolted around quickly to his notepad to write his exact words and rehearse what he would direct to Cam, when suddenly he knocked a shelf off of the wall and a jar tumbled down and scarred him. He swore.

He heaved himself up on the work bench with all of his remaining strength and stood up straight walking as if on a tightrope toward his pen and paper.

He finished up his short hand writing and stared down regretfully and the unseen neatness of his scribbles. Bruce made his way to the stairs forgetting his injury earlier.

'Cam, I need to talk to you, quickly.'

'Dad! Dad! Come here! Quickly!' Camilla shouted abruptly.

'Cam? What is it?' Bruce answered whilst running up the hard wooden steps.

'The van outside the house, its your friends from the comic b- dad what happened to your head?.'

He pressed his fingertips lightly on the gash. 'Oh holy...' His eyes caught Camilla's before he finished the sentence. 'Cam can we talk quickly before they get here?'

'Dad, why are they here? Are they pretend? Am I dreaming?' Camilla was immature for her age.

'Look there is something I meant to tell you before now, I just didn't want-'

'Where is the green guy? The hulk lright? He is on the van and in the comic books. Where is he? Is he still an avenger?' She questioned still looking out the triple glazed pane until her eyes met Bruce's in a fixed gaze.

'The hulk is an avenger he just hasn't spoke much with the others in a while, he has had more important things to take care of.' His lips perked up at the edges.

'What did you need to tell me?' Camilla asked finally as she crossed her legs and lightly bounced on the bed.

A chorus of knocks serenaded the door at once.

'Damn. I'll explain...' He sighed. 'On the way.' his eyes expanded and turned to answer the door.

He looked through the reassurance that was the peep hole engraved in his door, grasped the handle with a breath and released it, revealing his old friends. The Avengers.