So I actually can't believe this story got any reviews, really. I know the stigma against anything with an OC tag on it. But thank you for your support and I'm glad you enjoyed it. Here's the last chapter.

There was a lot of blood, heat, people dying, and the sick smell of rotting flesh. We had to set up the tents and equipment extremely quickly, and take as many patients as we could before we had to move on to the next territory. I never thought that I would be doing anything so dangerous but then, when I thought about it longer, I was amazed I got this far. My parents took me out of Sokovia when I was seven at high risk under shady circumstances. We ended up in Kansas where the house next to us was shattered, but ours remained intact. I worked in Harlem when the Hulk destroyed a great deal of it. Even without throwing in an alien invasion, I was a miracle walking.

I guess it's just in my nature to keep pushing my luck.

"Where do you want to go now?" They asked me when I was on my break, "We've got a plane running to Sweden and a plane running to Nepal."

"Nepal? Seriously? I'm in!"

That was how I ended up two days into a hiking trip staring down Dr. Bruce Banner. He was thin and shaky looking, with a sadness I didn't see before, thrown on top of the sadness I knew existed. In short, he looked absolutely horrible.

"Uhm—hi."

"Who sent you?"

"What?"

"Who sent you? I keep running into you and that can't be a coincidence, especially now that you're here. Are you with SHIELD?"

"Nope." I replied, taking off my backpack and dropping it to the side, "I'm on vacation. Which, by the way, yours has been going for what? Two years?"

Bruce shrugged. It seemed like he knew that I wasn't going to go away, "You want me to come back?"

"Do what you want." I sat down and took out a granola bar, "You just don't look very happy out here."

"You're not working for them." Bruce surmised, sitting next to me.

"I'm too much of a big mouth. I can't keep secrets worth a damn." I peeled the wrapper off the bar and took a large bite.

"What've you been up to?"

"Nothing much. I'm a nurse. I'm working with Doctors Without Borders right now."

"Bystander finally decides to get involved huh?"

"Futile attempts at making a difference in the world make me feel better than no attempts at all. Besides, it makes my Baba proud."

"Right."

"Why did you leave?" I couldn't help but ask, and he stiffened. "Please tell me."

"I was tired—and felt betrayed."

"Betrayed? Why?"

Bruce outlined Natasha pushing him off a ledge after they talked about running to some far off place constantly. He sounded so resigned when he talked about waking up on random pacific island, and deciding that he should stay there. I listened patiently, my arms wrapped around my legs as I waited for the next part of the story to unfold.

"Well, that sucks, but I can't be mad at her." Bruce looked a little affronted but I didn't rush to explain, "If she hadn't pushed you, my Baba would be dead."

He blinked, "Well that's—"

Once I started, I couldn't stop, "My Baba would be dead, millions of other people would be dead if that rock dropped, and I just don't think a two year long hissy fit was necessary. I understand that you needed a break but making other people worry about you isn't the way to do it. My family at least knows where I am."

Bruce sighed heavily, "What happened to chill out? Go with the flow or whatever?"

"I grew up and stopped most of my recreational drug use."

"Interesting."

"I still think there's not much to freak out about from day to day, other than getting your job done and simply living—but this isn't living, is it? It's not peaceful, it's not relaxing, it's just hanging out in a forest and brooding." I finished off the granola bar and took out my water bottle, "I can't force you to do anything. Really, I can't. But I think you should reevaluate everything. Besides, I'm still rooting for Brustasha."

"What?"

"Oh. It's your couple fan name. Anyway, it was nice chatting," I got up and stretched, pulling my bag on again, "But I have to get to my checkpoint by sunset or they'll get worried."

I waved enthusiastically which was comical next to his halfhearted one. Talking to Bruce always made me happy. I always learned something. It really was no surprise when I heard he joined the Avengers once more. But at the end of the day, why did I care? He was an icon on the news and I was merely the bystander. A couple brushes with the crazy world of superheroes aside, I had a life to get to. My boyfriend always misses me, my parents want me to call more, and I was going to be switching to working in the ER back home soon enough.

Whether or not the Avengers would prevent the world from ending wasn't important. Surely, the human race is doomed, but I figure making sure that everyone had their coffee or their wounds tended to is far more important than sitting around wondering if we will be wiped out.

Life is good.