The rain poured down relentlessly, giving everything that was outside a thorough shower. The only thing in the dark night was the small lamp that stood outside the small motel, with the bulb flashing on and off every so often. Inside, the late shift clerk sat watching the small TV and adjusting the rabbit ears that sat on top of it to try and improve the picture. He hated working this late, especially when the weather was this bad. Ever since they built the big new hotel several months ago, business had been really slow. Hardly anyone came in here anymore. And most of the time, the people who did were looking to use a room just for a cheap fling.
As he sat back in his chair, giving up on the TV, he began doodling on a piece of paper. He was actually thinking about calling it quits for the night and going home. There wouldn't be anyone dumb enough to check into this rat hole anyway. No sooner had he thought that, the bell on the door rung as two people ran in from the pouring rain. Their clothes were soaked, and the umbrella they had been using had been turned inside out. The man was a toe headed blonde and shaking himself dry while the woman, a very stunning red head, was trying to fix the umbrella.
"Can I help you?" the man asked them.
"I hope so. Can we get a room for the night?" the blonde asked him.
"Sure. I'll need a name, though." He said to them.
"It's Bixby. Mr. and Mrs. Bill Bixby." He said to the man as he filled out some paper work.
"I've seen worse." Ron said as he took a look at the room they were given.
"One problem, Ron. There's only one bed." Kim said to him as she set her backpack on the dresser, right next to Ron's.
"I did tell the guy you were my wife." Ron said to hid girlfriend.
"Out of curiosity, where did you come up with the name Bixby?" Kim asked as she went into the bathroom and grabbed a towel to dry her hair.
"My parents used to watch a show called The Magician. And the starring actor was named Bill Bixby." Ron said to her as removed his soaked shoes. "Are you sure you want to try this, Kim? I mean, there's a chance Fury didn't buy that bogus video of us being blown up." Ron said as he removed his shirt.
"I'm sure. I need to see my mom again. Not to mention it wouldn't hurt for you to see your parents one more – whoa." Kim said when she turned and saw Ron shirtless. The last time Ron had been topless, she didn't pay that much attention. But now that they weren't in the middle of a battle zone or anything, she could see that becoming the Hulk had some benefits. His muscles were starting to make themselves more pronounced in the chest and arms. She didn't know why, but she couldn't help but look and growl.
"KP, are you okay?" Ron asked her.
"Hmm? Oh, sure. I just – were you working out back at SHIELD?" she asked him.
"Not really. Just some odd jobs and duties."
"Well, you should have kept it up." She said and noticed his blush.
"I'm no hunk." Ron said to her.
"Yes you are. To me, anyway." She said with a smirk as she wrapped a towel around her head and walked to her backpack. "Damn!"
"What's wrong?"
"All my clothes are dripping wet!" Kim said as she rummaged through the stacks of spare clothing.
Ron quickly opened his and checked all the clothes he had packed into it. "So are mine." He moaned. "Maybe if we string them out over the shower,"
"They still won't be dry until tomorrow. Damn it." Kim cursed under her breath.
"I don't mean to sound like a pervert KP – but what are we going to sleep in?" Ron asked her.
"Think about it, Ron." She said to him.
As both Kim and Ron thought about what she had just said, the color of their faces began to turn redder than the hair on Kim's head.
"I'll sleep on the floor." Ron said.
"No you won't. It'll be freezing, and we don't have any other covers. So I'll take the floor."
"Hey, I'm not going to let my girlfriend get hypothermia." Ron said to her. Both just stood for a minute, not wanting to look at each other because of their mutual embarrassment. "How about we try this? I hit the lights, and I wait and change after you're in the bed?"
"On the count of three. Ready? Three!" Kim said as Ron ran to the wall and hit the light switch.
Ron was doing his best to keep his blood from flowing south, but he couldn't help it. Even as he heard Kim's wet clothes hit the floor, his mind was starting to project images in his head. He had no intention of doing that with Kim. Not until they were both ready. But this was still major for him. The only time Kim and himself were ever naked together was when they took a bath after playing in the mud. And that was back in kindergarten. He had to take it easy. If he turned into the Hulk because of a boner, he would never be able to be seen in public ever again. Not to mention what his parents would say.
"I'm in." Kim said to him.
Ron took his time in shedding the wet clothing. At first, he was just going to throw them on the floor. But they probably wouldn't dry any quicker if they were in a pile. Ron quickly gathered his shirt and socks and snuck into the bathroom. In the bathroom, Ron stripped and place the clothes next to Kim's over the shower's edge for them to dry. At least he might be able to use a towel to wrap around himself before he went to bed. Those hopes were soon dashed when he looked around the bathroom. Ron looked, but there wasn't another towel. There must have been only one, and Kim had used it to dry her hair. In fact, she was probably still using it to keep herself covered. At least that might help keep his imagination in check. Taking a deep breath, Ron quickly turned the light to the bathroom off, and opened the door. As Ron walked across the room to his side of the bed, he heard Kim give a wolf whistle at him.
"What?" he asked her.
"Nice ass, Ron." She said.
Ron glanced over his shoulder and saw that the light from the lamps outside were coming in through a window. When Ron had walked by, it gave Kim a good look at his backside. Ron groaned in embarrassment and crawled into the bed as Kim kept laughing.
"Not funny." Ron said as he pulled the cover over him and shivered when he felt the cold sheets touch his bare skin.
"If it helps, I like what I saw." She said to him.
Ron let out a small sigh as he felt Kim wrap her arms around his torso and felt her pressing herself against his back. He couldn't also help but notice the two very soft globes of flesh that were being pressed into his upper back.
"KP, are those – w-w-what I t-think they are?" Ron asked as his voice almost matched his late pet and friend Rufus.
"Well, we are posing as husband and wife." She said to him.
"KP, I thought you wanted to wait." Ron said to her.
"I do want to wait, Ron. But that doesn't mean we can't experiment." She said as she felt her hand begin to slide down his chest and soon felt it resting on his abs.
"Y-y-you s-sure about this?" Ron asked her.
"Ron," she said and turned him on his back. He turned to look at her, and saw she was on her side with the sheet covering her. "We've been dating for a while. If I wasn't sure about us, I wouldn't be doing it. Besides, We're not going all the way. We're just – playing around." She said to him.
"I'm just nervous, KP. I-I've never done anything like this." He said to her.
"Never? Not even when Bonnie was kissing up to you when you had your royalty money?" Kim asked her.
"No." Ron answered.
"You're so sweet." Kim said as she leaned over him and kissed him on the lips. When they broke the kiss, Ron's eyes almost fell out of their sockets when he felt her place his hand on something very soft and very warm. He almost couldn't breath when he felt something the size of a pencil eraser pushing up in the center of his palm.
"How do you like them?" she asked him.
"Wow." Ron breathed as Kim leaned over and kissed him again, letting the sheet that was covering her slide away.
Why did she let herself get roped into this? She knew she shouldn't complain that much. She was lucky she had gotten into Law School in the first place. If it hadn't been for Mr. Barkin and his grading system, she would have started when she had supposed to and not playing catch up. She was on break from school, and she thought she could relax at home. But thanks to her two bitch sisters, she had to make a run to the library to try and find more of the material she had been studying. How could they think deleting her reference material was funny? If she had her way, she would have planted a boot up their ass a long time ago.
She slowed her car down as the rain only got worse. She had her windshield wipers on full power, and it wasn't really helping. Their were sheets of water pouring down like crazy, and she could barley make out anything in front of her. She was lucky she knew how to get to the downtown library. In all her life, she never thought she would be studying this hard. It was sweet that her boyfriend offered to bribe her professor's and the head of her law school, but she didn't need that. She needed to prove to everyone, and herself, that she could do something like this.
As she drove onward in the rain, she was having thoughts of stopping and waiting for the rain to stop. She knew there was a storm coming; she had watched the news and listened to the weather. They said it wasn't going to be pretty, and she still didn't listen. Trying to finish her homework in this weather wasn't worth risking her life for. She began to browse her surroundings, hoping she could recognize a parking lot, or maybe a drive thru that she could use. As she continued her search, she began to hear the cranberries playing faintly. Her cell phone was going off.
She carefully maneuvered in her seat, trying to giver her hand access to the back pocket of her jeans. She was doing her best to raise her butt out of the seat and keep the car steady, but it was harder than a routine for the cheer finals back in high school. She glanced down to see if she could give the seat belt some slack so she could reach it. She could feel her hand slipping into the pocket and could feel the phone's plastic case against her fingers. If she could just push her hand further into the pocket. When she glanced back up at the windshield, her heart nearly leapt into her throat.
She had drifted too far into the other lane and was about to hit another car! Acting out of pure fear and instinct, she shoved the wheel hard to the right to get out of the way. The tires of the car slipped on the wet blacktop, causing her to go into a spin as her momentum still drove her forward. She couldn't tell which way was which as she tried to straighten the wayward vehicle. She didn't know what to do, didn't know where to steer. When she looked out the windshield again, she closed her eyes tight. Right before her car slammed headfirst into the railing of the Middleton bridge.
The entire time they had been walking, Ron kept sneaking glances at Kim. Every time he looked at her, a wide grin would form as he felt the heat in his face rise. It was a wonder they ha gotten any sleep last night at all. Or that he hadn't turned green from how fast his heart had been beating. They were both still virgins, but their relationship had risen to a new level. He kept counting his blessings that she had decided to come along with him on this trip. Who knows what things would have been like if he had been by himself. There were a few times where he had almost lost control of the Hulk again, but Kim had been there to help him. As they kept walking down the road, Ron grasped her hand with his and gave it a firm squeeze. When he glanced at her again, he saw her smiling as she looked at him. He was very lucky that she decided to stay with him.
"How much farther?" Ron asked her, hoping to change the subject.
"Not too much. We're home, Ron. I'd know this place with my eyes closed." She said to him.
"Yeah. I just wish we could stay here longer." Ron said to her.
"You mean visit Bueno Nacho?"
"No, Kim. I wouldn't be ready to go back there yet. That's where all of us would hang out. Me, you and - Rufus." Ron said as he looked down at his feet.
"It's okay, Ron. It'll all be okay." Kim said as she gave him a brief hug to comfort him. "Now, we've got a lot to do and not a lot of time to do it." Kim said as she took Ron's hand and walked down the road. Several miles down the road ahead of them stood Middleton General.
Anne slowly exhaled the breath she had been holding. It had been three months, and she thought burying herself in work during the day would help her forget about the recent events. But there wasn't any point in it. She hadn't seen her daughter in several months, and was told it was because of a mission that she had been sent on by Global Justice. And then, after barley hearing from her for several months, she was told that both her daughter and her friend Ron had died. They wouldn't even tell her how.
Her oldest, her baby, was gone. And so was her son. Ron was never hers by blood. She never carried him or brought him into this world, but she had known him for most of his life. She cared for the Stoppables, but they were always away. His father was always going on his business trips and his wife always going with him. Ron almost lived in their house; she still hadn't removed the clothes he had kept there in case of an emergency or if he spent the night. She had a hand in raising him, and he always respected and looked up to her husband and herself. She lost both of her children, and the people that took them from her didn't even have enough decency to tell them what had happened. Damn Global Justice to hell.
"Anne?" a nurse asked her as she entered her office.
"What is it?"
"There are two people here asking for you."
"Is it about the kid they brought in last night?"
"I'm not sure. They say it has something to do with your daughter."
"I'm so sick of these people coming by to give me their condolences. Is there any way you can tell them to just leave?" Anne asked the nurse.
"Anne, you know better than that."
"I know, I know. I just wish all these Kim fanatics would just let my family and I grieve for at least one minute. Go ahead and show them in." Anne said as she rubbed the bridge of her nose and did her best to hold back the tears.
Ever since word of her daughter's death was out, she had been getting several big fans, people Kim had rescued who wanted to express their feelings, and several so-called psychics claiming that Kim had some last words of comfort from beyond the grave. She was so sick of all of them. But with the tabloids looking for anything they could print, she couldn't turn them away now. Those rags were already saying Kim was pregnant with Ron's child when she died, pregnant with someone else's child, or she had a drug problem. Her family already had a lawsuit pending against one tabloid for saying she had been a terrorist the entire time.
As Anne heard her office door open, she took a quick breath to compose herself and wiped away the few signs that she had been crying. When she stood and faced her two visitors, her heart almost stopped beating. She could clearly see what was in front of her, but she couldn't believe it. It had to be some sick joke, but how could it?
"K-Kimmie?" she asked the young redhead in front of her.
"Hi, mom." Kim said with a smile while the blond next to her had a small goofy grin.
"How ya doing, Mrs. Dr. P?" he asked her.
"Kimmie? Ronald?" Anne asked one more time before she rushed forward and held both of them in a firm hug. The tears were now uncontrollable as she felt her daughter and her son in her arms. She could feel them, smell them. She knew it was them. It was really them. "How?"
"It's a long story, mom." Kim said to her as they continued the hug.
"I'm all ears." Anne said to her.
Kim and Ron sat in her office and told Anne about everything. They explained to her about the mission, SHIELD, the Chitauri, and how they faked their death. They told her everything. But the hardest thing for them to explain was Ron's new condition. It was hard for him to explain because deep down, he refused to believe that a creature like that could exist within him. After they were finished, Anne's face was unreadable. She wasn't screaming, but she wasn't acknowledging it either. All in all, it seemed like her reaction might have been positive.
"Kimmie, I don't know what to say. All of that just – it sounds more like a comic book than real life." Anne said.
"Tell me about it." Ron said to himself.
"So, Ron changes whenever he gets upset? Like that time he ate that formula?" Anne asked when she remembered how he changed after eating a new drug from Hench Co. some time ago.
"That formula has nothing to do with this. But in a nutshell, that's what happens." Kim said to her mother.
"Oh my God. How can someone to do that to another person?" Anne asked herself.
"Mrs. P, do you know how mom and dad are doing? I'd like to let them know that I'm okay." Ron said to her.
"You don't know? I thought Wade would have told you." Anne said.
"Mom, we haven't heard from Wade since we faked our death. We couldn't take the risk of being discovered." Kim said to her.
"Ron, your parents don't live in Middleton anymore." Anne told him.
"Do what?" Ron asked her.
"After your funerals, they wanted to make a fresh start. Everything reminded them of you. And since your father is in Actuary,"
"I get the idea. Man, this tanks." Ron said to himself and slumped in his seat.
"I'm sorry, Ron." Kim said to him.
"Wait. If you don't know about the Stoppables leaving, then you haven't heard about her." Anne said.
"Her who?" Ron asked.
She was unconscious as the bed kept her propped upright. Thankfully, no breathing machine had to be used for her. It was still an uneasy sight to see her in the bed with an IV and all the machines around her. Bandages were covering different parts of her body, and only a few were lightly stained red and didn't give any sign of how bad her injuries were. The two teens that stood with the doctor looking at her from the doorway of her room were in a state of shock.
"Oh my God. Bonnie?" Ron asked as he saw his former classmate.
"Mom, what happened?" Kim asked her.
"She was in a car accident two days ago. She was driving her car over Middleton Bridge and lost control. She hit the guard rail, and was pretty badly hurt." Anne explained to them.
"Will she be okay?" Kim asked.
"She needs a blood transfusion, Kim. By the time she was stable, she had already lost a lot of blood." Anne said.
"What's her blood type?" Ron asked.
"She's AB negative. It's a rare blood type, and we don't have it in stock. The only hospital that does have it is too far for transport." Anne said.
"Isn't there anyone here with her blood type?" Kim asked her.
"We haven't had any luck, Kim. Most people don't know what blood type they are. I don't know what'll happen if she doesn't get a transfusion soon." Anne said as they kept looking at Bonnie as she breathed.
"Kim, call Wade." Ron said.
"What? Ron, why would need to call Wade?" Kim asked him.
"I need to know if my mutation can be given to someone else." Ron said as he kept looking at Bonnie. He looked and saw both women were looking at him with a frown of confusion. "My blood type is AB negative. I'm the only one that can save her."
It had been one of those days yet again. So far, nothing had gone right. He was sent here to keep an eye out for certain people. If he saw anything close to what his superior had ordered him to search for, he was to contact him immediately with the details. So far, all he saw were regular Joes that no one would give a crap about. How did he always pull this kind of detail? This was the story of his life. He always got the short end of the stick. He got treated better than this when he worked at Bueno Nacho.
"Ron, you can't be serious!" a woman shouted down the hall. The man turned to see what was going on, and his eyes widened in shock. He quickly ducked into a near by cleaning closet, but he left it open enough for him to listen and watch.
"What do you want me to do, Kim? Just watch her die?"
"You don't even know if she'll die! Not even mom knows that!"
"But she needs this, Kim! You heard what Wade told us. There's a good chance that the formula won't effect her."
"What if it does, Ron? What if she does change but can't change back?"
"You're saying that because you didn't like her in high school."
"I am not that petty!"
"Well you're sure acting like it! KP, if we can keep her calm and away from stress, there's a good chance that the formula will just be flushed out of her system. I have to do this."
"Why?"
"Because it's the right thing to do. Now as much as you hate it, I've got a date with a needle." The young man said before he stormed off with the young woman following close behind.
After taking a quick glance in the hallway, he ducked back into the closet and closed the door. He couldn't believe what he had just seen. It was impossible! But look at the line of work he was in. That's right, the boss! He quickly glanced at the watch he was wearing on his left wrist, and pressed the small button that was on the top. The watch began to glow as it echoed with a brief sound of static.
"What is your report?" the man on the other end of the communicator asked.
"Get the boss. This is really big."
"Tell me what it is you've found, and I will tell him."
"It's Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable. They're alive and here at Middleton General!"
To say that he wasn't happy was a gross understatement. There was once a decent amount of his people on this floating rock. There was once enough of his people to take over one of the countries that had been formed here. Now, thanks to the ignorance and impatience of the supposed leaders of their small band, only handfuls were left.
With the creation of a Hulk army, it would have given them a decent edge in these modern times. Then the humans had turned the Hulk into a powerhouse. More of a threat than he had already been. He should be happy to hear that Stoppable, and the Hulk, were killed. But it gave him very little comfort. Knowing the humans, they documented everything. With SHIELD in possession of their own Hulk soldiers, his army wouldn't be able to hold a candle. He looked down at all the large transformed creatures that were sleeping in the nutrient baths in disgust. There they were. Months of trial and error and success, and they were all worthless to him!
"Boss!"
"Not now." Dementor growled as his skin began to change from pink to a strange green/blue tone.
"Sir, you need to hear this." The goon said before Dementor's hand was at his throat and pinning him to the wall. The thug began to shake as the small man began to shift into what almost looked like a reptilian creature.
"I said not now." He growled to the man.
"B-but boss. W-we found them.
"Found who?" Dementor growled.
"Possible and Stoppable! They're alive!"
"WHAT?!"
"They're alive. One of our guys spotted them at – at Middleton General." The thug said. As soon as he spoke those words, Dementor released his grip on the thug and let him drop. As the man gasped for breath, Dementor began to think.
"Send a small platoon of men. Kill whoever gets in your way, but bring me Stoppable alive!" Dementor ordered and watched the thug running away as fast as he could. "If I study Stoppable, I will unlock to what has made him stronger. And when I do, my army will be like a storm sweeping over the globe. Then these pitiful and backwards apes will bow before their real masters." Dementor said as his eye began to glow. As he gazed at his army, a small chuckle escaped his lips.
What happened? She could barley remember what happened to her just a few minutes ago. Wait, how did she get into bed? She could have sworn she had been in her car just a second ago. But where had she been going? It was somewhere important. Most of her memories were a blur and her head was killing her. In fact, most of her body was aching all over. She slowly opened her eyes and let them adjust to the glare. When she could see clearly, the first thing she recognized was someone she thought she would never see again.
"Stoppable?" she asked herself as she saw the goof sitting in a chair in the corner. It looked like he was taking a nap.
"Hmm?" the drowsy young man asked. "Oh. Morning Bon-Bon." He said as he tried to go back to sleep. His mind realized that she was awake when his eyes popped open.
"Bonnie! You're awake!" Ron said as he bolted upwards in his seat with a small smile on his face.
"How the hell did you get into my room?" she demanded, not caring how much her body protested.
"Um, the nurse let me in." Ron said to her.
"Nurse? What do you," That's when she took a good look at her surroundings. She wasn't in her room anymore. She was in a hospital room. She could smell the disinfectant all around her. What had happened to her? "What the hell am I doing here?" she asked him.
"You don't remember?" Ron asked.
"I remember being in my car last night, but that's about it." Bonnie said as she gently rubbed her head. "What happened?"
"For starters, it wasn't last night. It was a few days ago." Ron started and saw Bonnie's eyes widen at that little piece of information. "You were driving in a pretty bad rain storm. I don't know the details, but you wrecked your car and got hurt." Ron told her.
"How bad?" she asked him.
"It was pretty bad, Bon-Bon. You needed a blood transfusion." Ron told her.
"I wonder where they were able to get that from." Bonnie said to herself and looked up at the ceiling. She knew she had a rare type, and wondered who her donor might be. Ron cleared his throat as loud as he could, making Bonnie look at him again. He was turning his arm towards her, like he was trying to show her something. When she saw the band-aid and the nervous grin, it didn't take her long to realize what he had done. "You? Donated your blood to help me?"
"Yup." Ron said with a nervous chuckle.
"Oh no! Now I'm part loser!" Bonnie moaned to herself.
"Same old Bon-Bon. Look, there's something else I need to tell you. Something important." Ron said as he began to tap his foot.
"What is it?"
Kim was sipping her third cup of coffee in the waiting room. She still couldn't believe what Ron had done. It was noble of him, but it was just so damn stupid. For all they knew, he could have made her condition worse. How did they know she wouldn't change?
"WHAT?!"
"Looks like Ron told her." Kim said to her self as she began walking back to Bonnie's room.
Bonnie couldn't believe it. She just couldn't. How was this even possible? She looked at Ron and saw only a solemn look on his face, unable to even look at her. Gamma poising? Turning into a giant? Now he may have passed it on to her? What the hell was this?
"You're joking, right? This is some sick prank to get even with me for high school, right?" Bonnie asked them.
"No, it isn't. Would we ever do something like this?" she asked her.
"If this was true, why haven't I seen it on the news?" she asked them.
"SHIELD has been doing its best to cover it up. They don't want anyone to know about my – condition." Ron said as he looked out the window.
"Prove it." Bonnie said to them. Unless they could show her, she refused to believe this.
"Ron, does that TV have a DVD player in it?" Kim asked him.
"It looks like it." He said.
Kim reached into her backpack and pulled out a sealed case. She popped it open and handed Ron a CD. "Put that in there and hit play." Kim said to him.
Within a few moments, Bonnie was watching the security footage from Dr. Drakken's lair. The first time Ron had changed. Her lip began to quiver and eyes widened as she saw the skinny loser she had known for years grow and change. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Even when it showed him bashing the floor into pieces and ripping the strange machine apart at the seams, it was still unreal. It looked so angry, so hateful. It didn't look like Ron until it looked at the camera. She could see some familiar traits, but it looked like something else entirely.
Then it began showing his fight with Rufus, being code named "Abomination." It was unreal. Then it showed Ron's transformation in the rebirth chamber, his fight with the aliens, and his fight with the Avengers. She still couldn't believe it was Ronald Stoppable. Even when it showed him changing back to normal, it still couldn't be the same person.
"Y-you were – you were telling the," Bonnie started as she started breathing faster.
"Yeah. We were." Kim said to her.
"Oh God. You've poisoned me." Bonnie said as she looked at her arms. "YOU POISONED ME!" she screamed.
"Bonnie, stop!" Kim said as she tried to calm her.
"You bitch! You did this! Both of you!"
"No we didn't. Now calm down!" Kim said as she grasped Bonnie by both her arms and tried to calm her.
"Yes you did! You did it to get even!"
"BONNIE, SHUT UP!" Kim shouted and slapped the auburn haired woman across the face. Both Ron and Bonnie were frozen in place, unable to believe what had just happened. "I wouldn't wish this on anyone! I've seen Ron change into this thing, and I've seen what happens to him afterward. It looks like a living nightmare, and I don't think anyone deserves to go through that."
"Then why,"
"Because you needed the blood, or you would have died. But do you actually think we would have done this if we weren't sure? If we can keep you calm for the next couple of days, there's a good chance the formula will be flushed out of your system." Kim said.
"So if I stay calm, I won't turn into – into that?" Bonnie asked her.
"We're pretty sure." Ron said to her.
Bonnie got her breathing under control as she took a minute or two to get her head together. She was a woman now, and not a teenager. She had to think about what they had told her. She had to get it together.
"Okay. Then let's make sure I don't have a panic attack or anything. But if I turn green,"
"We get the point, Bonnie." Kim said to her.
FIVE DAYS LATER
Eight figures stood wearing long black trench coats that hid their bodies, and wore wide brimmed Panama hats and sunglasses that hid their faces. Each carried a briefcase that you'd see a normal business man carry any weekday. All of them stood in place, side by side, and looked at the building in front of them. No words were said, no facial expressions were made, nothing. Finally, one of them spoke.
"The target is inside?"
"Affirmative. Our mission is to find and capture. Alive."
"What of everyone else? Citizens?"
"Our goal is the target. Kill anything that stands in our way."
"Acknowledged." The other four said at once.
"Proceed."
Almost as if they were acting with one mind, they all began moving forward. The building that stood in front of them was Middleton General Hospital. Once they were inside, nothing would stand in there way. Heaven help anyone that tried to stop them.
"How long until I can get out of here?" Bonnie asked Kim's mother as they walked down the hall.
"If things go well, hopefully the day after tomorrow. I just want to make sure that whatever is in Ron's blood isn't in yours." She said as they walked by the maternity ward and looked at the nursery.
"You like to come here, too?" Bonnie asked Dr. Possible while she tightened the blue robe that she was wearing. She hated the draft she felt whenever she wore the flimsy hospital gown.
"Of course. This is the same nursery that Kim and her brothers were in when I had them. It honestly feels like they were babies only a few days ago." Anne said. When she thought Kim was dead, she couldn't bring herself to come by here. Every baby that had a pink hat on their head made her relive the days she would stand and look at Kim in her bassinet.
"I remember coming here to see my cousins when they were born. Now they're in Middle School, and they're spoiled rotten." Bonnie said as she chuckled at her memories of them. "How's Stopp- I mean Ron, doing?" she asked.
"He's doing well. He and Kim were getting a bite to eat in the cafeteria." Anne told her.
"I know I called him a looser and everything, but I never wanted something like this to happen. Having to pretend to be dead and on the run?" Bonnie shivered at the thought.
"Out of curiosity, why were you always mean to him and Kim?" Anne asked the young woman.
"It's all stupid." Bonnie mumbled as she looked at the babies again. "When my mom started to go back to work, she became friends with another woman right off the bat. It turned out she had a little boy not too long after my mom had me. So, when we were old enough, I became friends with him. We did everything together. But he started Pre-K, and I didn't. That's when he found a new friend, and stopped playing with me so much." Bonnie said to her.
"You and Ron?" Anne asked her.
"He was my best friend first. No offence, but your daughter stole him from me. Every time I see them together, especially when they started dating, I couldn't help but,"
"You couldn't help but wonder if that's what you and Ron would have been." Anne said, finishing Bonnie's sentence. "Then it makes sense."
"What does?"
"Why Ron never said anything bad about you. Or why he never held a grudge. And why he wanted to give you his blood so badly. He still sees you as his friend."
"If he still sees me that way, then why doesn't he realize what he did?" Bonnie asked the older woman.
"For one thing Bonnie, you both were children then. And the other is that men don't take everything as personally as we do. They don't think like us, otherwise the world would be different. Men are very simplistic when it comes to their understanding of things and friends." Anne said to her.
"You really think he still considers me a friend?" she asked Dr. Possible.
"Yes, I do." Anne said to her.
They removed their coats, revealing black jumpsuits lined with kevlar body armor underneath. They all opened their briefcases and took out the various mechanical parts and pieces that had been carefully placed inside of them. Acting quickly and quietly, each of the men assembled the pieces together. Within seconds, they were now holding fully automatic weapons in each of their hands. Each weapon held a fully loaded clip as the safety's were removed.
They quickly removed the last few items that were left in the briefcases and loaded them onto their belts. A few grenades, smoke bombs, and other items that only they knew their function. The last item that they each removed was a black hood with red visor goggles attached to them. As they slipped the hoods over their heads, they felt the cloth attach to the rest of their uniforms and saw the goggles come to life. Each locked a bullet into the chamber of their guns and were now ready.
"Remember the mission. Obtain the target alive, eliminate any obstacle." The leader said to the rest.
"And if he doesn't come willingly?"
"I've done my research. There are three – insurance policies here. Once we've obtained them, he will do as he is told. Four and Seven, come with me. We'll retrieve the first two. Five, find this one and bring her to me using my homing signal." He said to his men as he handed a hooded figure a color photo.
"Acknowledged." The others responded as they stepped over the bodies of two nurses and out into the hall.
"So where are we going to go now?" Kim asked him.
"I guess we keep heading to California, and then we try to hope a flight to Yamanouchi." Ron said to her.
"Why to Yamanouchi, though? Why not talk to Stark or someone?" Kim asked him.
"Kim, SHIELD is probably keeping tabs on everything. That includes members of the Avengers. That's why we haven't been staying at your place." Ron told her.
"When did you get so smart?" Kim asked him.
"I spent too much time talking to Captain Rogers and Shego." Ron said with a chuckle.
Both of them bolted out of their seats when they hear several gunshots go off. As everyone began to panic, both of them ran to the main doors and looked out the small windows. When they saw several men dressed in black run by, they knew it was trouble.
"Now what do we do?" Ron asked.
"You go get Bonnie, I'll try and get everyone out of here."
"KP, these are armed lunatics!"
"Ron, trust me." Kim said and kissed him on the lips. "Just get to Bonnie and don't turn green on me. Go!" Kim said to him.
After taking one more look at her, Ron looked at the side exit and bolted for it. Now Kim just had to figure out how to get these people under control.
"People! People!" Kim was saying as she moved into the room as the remaining people in the cafeteria were huddled to the floor. "I know everyone's scared, but we have to get out of here. Does anyone know if there's an exit near by?" Kim asked them.
"There's an exit into the parking lot a few feet from here." One nurse said.
"Can we get there using that side entrance to the cafeteria?" Kim asked her.
"I think so."
"Then everyone, move quietly and as fast as possible out that side door. Follow that nurse, and try not to let anyone see you." Kim said as she maneuvered everyone out the door.
As every quietly slipped out the door, Kim quickly walked back to the main cafeteria entrance and glanced back out the windows in the doors. She couldn't see anything else. She just hoped that the gunmen weren't near by. She needed to catch up to Ron and get Bonnie and her mother out of here. Every nerve in her body froze when she heard a bullet cocked into he chamber of a gun behind her.
"Do everyone a favor, and don't scream." The man said.
Ron checked the halls as he ducked behind a corner. So far, everything looked clear, but he wasn't sure. The elevators were too big of a risk for him to use, so he would have to go for the stairs. He knew this hospital as well as Kim, and knew he wasn't looking forward to the climb. But he had to get to Bonnie and Mrs. Dr P fast.
"YOU!"
Ron turned and saw one of the masked men standing right behind him with his gun drawn. This wasn't good.
"Um, me no speak English?" Ron asked her.
"Don't move." The gunman growled.
"Crap." Ron said and bolted.
"This is three. I'm in pursuit of target; heading down southwest corridor."
"Copy. We're on our way."
Ron was running as fast as he could down the hospital corridors. He kept glancing over his shoulder, and saw he was still being followed. He had to find a way to ditch this guy without getting everyone else hurt. Thinking quickly, he started grabbing racks and throwing them down, trying to create blocks to slow his follower. As he glanced over his shoulder again, he saw the man leap over them as they were nothing. Who was this guy?
Ron quickly turned a corner and tried to find some way to ditch the guy. What made things worse was there was nothing in the hallway he could use to try and stop the guy.
"FREEZE!" his pursuer shouted.
Ron kept running, taking a sharp turn down a narrow hallway. He glanced to the side and saw that police had already gathered outside, as well as news crews. This was something he didn't need. As Ron neared the end of the hall, he slid to a stop when three armed man appeared and two of them were holding Mrs. Dr. P and Bonnie at gunpoint.
"Do you think we wouldn't do our homework on you Mr. Stoppable? We've made sure we were prepared for this little endeavor." The man said to Ron as another man dragged Kim to join the others. Ron could feel his anger begin to rise, but he had to control it. If he changed now, they would kill them. "Our employer is very interested in you, Mr. Stoppable. So you have a very simple choice to make. You can surrender, or the last thing these women will ever see is your face before we put a bullet in their heads." The masked man said to him.
"Ron, don't listen to them!" Anne shouted.
"SHUT UP!" the masked man holding her shouted.
"What's your answer?" their leader asked him.
Ron looked at Bonnie and Kim. Kim was a rock, but he could see Bonnie was scared to death. Then he looked at the only other women he could ever consider his mother. He knew she saw him as a son, and he cared for her as much as he did his own mother. He looked back at the masked man with only one answer in his mind.
"You've got me." Ron said to him.
"Wise choice." The man said as the other end of the hall Ron was in was sealed off behind him. "Fire two canisters in." the leader said. Before the doors in front of Ron were closed, two other men in black threw two silver canisters in the hall with Ron that immediately began spewing gas.
"You slime!" Kim growled at the leader.
"Shut your mouth." He said and backhanded Kim across the face as hard as he could.
"Maybe we should have some fun with them before we take the target back." The man holding Bonnie said as he began to leer at her.
Behind the closed doors, Ron saw what they were doing as he began to cough from the building gas. His fists were balled so tight that his knuckles were turning white. He was begging to feel light headed and couldn't stay awake. He didn't know if it was the gas or not. As Kim, her mother, and Bonnie looked as Ron was slowly sliding downwards, fear of what these men would do them was beginning to rise. When Ron looked back at them one last time, Bonnie flinched before Ron fell out of sight.
"Target secured." The leader said into his comm link, informing the others. As the rest of his men joined them, he turned to the three prisoners they had. "What were you suggesting again?"
All turned when they heard something hit the doors. The saw Ron had raised a hand and pounded on the door. Surpassingly, the glass that was in them had cracked. When they saw the arm begin to bulk in size as it dropped out of sight, a few of the men raised their guns.
"I don't think the gas worked." One said.
"What makes you say that?" the leader asked.
Without warning, the doors were flung from the door frames, flying past the men and crashing through the walls as the ground shook. In front of them was a large green skinned creature that was almost too big for him to fit through the door frame. His eyes were glowing neon green as a very angry sneer crossed his face. His fists were balled so tight that they were shaking with pure rage. After taking a deep breath, it let out a deafening roar of rage that was so fierce that it would have made Godzilla piss himself.
"FALL BACK!" the leader shouted as he and the others open fired at the Hulk.
The bullets were bouncing off Ron's strengthened skin, but they were still hot enough to burn the Hulk and make him upset. Two of the soldiers pulled back with the three that still held Kim and the others while the remaining tried to fight off the Hulk. They could hear the Hulk roaring with rage and soon heard the destruction being caused.
"This is bullshit! I didn't sign on for this!" one gunmen said as he saw what looked like part of a wall and what was left of a door fly by the spot they had just been standing in.
"Let me go!" Bonnie said as she began to squirm.
"I say we cut our losses and bail."
"Good idea. Get rid of them." Another said.
"Like hell you will!" Kim said and threw her captor over her shoulder. Kim's mother was able to jab her elbow into her captor's ribs and stomped on his foot before slamming her elbow into his nose and then slammed her fist into his groin. While Kim was trying to handle the others, Bonnie was still struggling with hers.
"Let me go, you ass!" she shouted at him.
"I don't think so. You're my ticket out of here."
"I said let – me - GO!" Bonnie growled as she slammed her elbow into the man's ribs so hard, she heard his ribs crack. When she felt his grip loosen, she grabbed him by the arm and threw him into the others that were fighting Kim and Anne. As the masked gunmen fell like bowling pins, Kim and Anne turned back to Bonnie as she fell to her knees.
"Bonnie, are you okay?" Kim asked her.
"What's - happening to - me?" She asked as she looked up at Kim.
Kim gasped as when she saw Bonnie's eyes. They were glowing a neon green as her body began to tremble. Her veins began to pulse and rise as they started to change into a faint green hue.
"Oh my God." Kim said when she noticed that the robe Bonnie was wearing was starting to become tighter around her body.
Bonnie was moaning and sobbing as her muscles began to tense and firm up. Her voice began to deepen slightly as the cloth of the robe began to split down her back and along her arms. The sound of her bones snapping and popping echoed as she broadened slightly as her body changed. Her hair began to darken and change from brunette to dark green, almost black. As her body began to grow in size, her skin began to change from its usual perfectly tan skin to green, the same shade as Ron's. When Bonnie stood to her feet, she was almost as tall as Ron. Her muscles were well defined and very developed. Instead of her muscles becoming bulky and bulging out, her body looked more similar to the body of an olympic gymnast than a muscle bound Hulk.
"Bonnie?" Kim asked her.
"Whoa." Was all Bonnie said as she examined herself.
"Not another one!" one of the gunmen said as they began to stand on their feet.
Bonnie narrowed her eyes at the men and balled her fists. Bonnie started moving toward the men with every footstep sounding almost like a drum of doom. Two of the gun men took aim and began squeezing the trigger as Bonnie got closer. Bonnie quickly ducked under the gunfire as she sprinted toward the men and brought her fists upward into their stomachs. As she stood to her feet, she grabbed the two would-be murderers by the back of their necks and bashed their heads together. As she let the men fall, Bonnie raised her right leg as high as she could, turned, and brought it down across the face of another attacker. She grabbed the last one by the front of his body armor and lifted him above her head as she contemplated what she'd do to him.
"Cut your loses, huh?" she asked him.
"Piss on you, you mutant bitch!" he spat at her.
"Don't you know it's rude to speak to a lady like that?" she asked him as she spun and threw him through a wall and into the next room. "I'm starting to like this." Bonnie said to herself as she noticed that she didn't even have to catch her breath.
"Bonnie, we've got to go help Ron." Kim said to her and began to head back the way they came.
"How do we find him?" Bonnie asked.
"Don't worry." Kim said as they found a path of massive destruction leading through a large hole in the wall and leading outside. "I think Ron left us a trail of bread crumbs."
"SMASH ENEMY!" Hulk shouted as he threw a GMC Canyon through the air at the men that were opening fire at him. A large crown had gathered, circling the hospital parking lot as police cornered off the area. They were doing their best to keep everyone away as the three remaining gunmen in black kept trying to shoot Ron.
The truck landed with a loud thud, the engine exploding as it crashed to the ground while the gunmen scattered. As the crowd ducked in fear of shrapnel, the four men in black kept firing. Hulk could feel the stinging of the bullets hitting him and growled with the added pain from them being so hot. He would have knocked them senseless by now, but they kept running around him like flies. Shouting in frustration, the Hulk grabbed a four door Volvo and tore it in two, using the pieces as a shield. He tried to keep an eye on them as they kept firing. He let another shout escape when he felt bullets being fired into the middle of his back without mercy.
Hulk flung one of the pieces of car at his attacker and covered his eyes when the gunfire ignited the gas tank and caused the car to explode. As he saw the man roll on the ground to extinguish the flames that were on him, Hulk ran and planted a firm kick. The blow sent the gunman sailing through the air and through the glass doors of the hospital before he rolled and stopped. Hulk turned to face the remaining gunmen and paused when something landed on his chest. Before he could remove it, a giant explosion sent the Hulk sprawling onto his back.
"I think that knocked the wind out of him."
"LOOK OUIT!"
The armed man that threw the bomb only heard half of the warning before the other half of the car Hulk used hit him fast and hard. Both scrap metal and man bounced along the ground like a toy until the man hit a light post. There was a loud echo of bone hitting metal as he spine collided with the lamp post, shattering several bones and vertebra as he fell to the ground and the lamp post falling down on top of him. The destroyed automobile dug up dirt and grass as it slowed to a stop while the crowd looked in awe. The remaining two gunmen looked at the creature in front of them, and cringed when they saw his green eyes only growing brighter.
"What do I do now?" the man asked himself.
"How about giving up while you're ahead?"
The man turned and saw a very tall, athletic looking green women charging toward them. Ever! He opened fire at the new attacker, only to find her doing mid air flips and back flips to dodge the barrage of bullets. As she did a mid air back flip, the women landed on her hand; facing away from one of the gunmen. Arching her back, she tightly clasped her the calves of her legs around the man's throat. Before he could react, she quickly brought her legs forward and downward, driving the man face first into the dirt before letting him go and springing to her feet.
"That might have hurt." Bonnie said as she turned and looked at the Hulk; who had a very confused look on his face. "Hey, Ron." She said to him.
"Bon-Bon?" he asked the woman.
"I guess gamma is a girl's best friend." Bonnie said to herself as she noticed the way Hulk was looking at her.
"Guys!" Kim shouted, gaining Hulk and Bonnie's attention. "We need to get out off here. NOW!" she said to him.
Bonnie looked and saw that not just the police, but SWAT and what looked like National Guar soldiers were also marching toward them.
"I'll meet up with you guys later." She said.
"Bonnie," Kim started.
"Don't argue. Ron, take Kim and get out of here!" Bonnie said to the Hulk before she turned and ran away.
"You heard her, Ron." Kim said. The Hulk nodded as he leaned down and picked up a startled Kim up into his massive arms. "I swear I'll never get used to that." Kim said to herself. As the police and soldiers began running toward them, the Hulk let out a low growl. HE turned his back and began running at a swift pace. Holding Kim tightly, the Hulk jumped once, twice, and leapt high into the air with his third jump. "Or thaaaaaaaaaat." Kim shouted as her voice faded away with the growing distance between the Hulk and the hospital.
Shego and Rogers were walking down the halls of the fully rebuilt SHIELD facility as fast as they could go. They knew once Fury found out about this, the shit was going to his the fan. Rogers was used to his superiors flying off the handle, but he was just worried about Shego. Not about her being intimidated, he was just worried about her getting angry and trying to deck the general. Soon, they were walking through Fury's office door as Shego slammed a stack of several different photos, and two newspapers, onto his desk.
"They're alive." Shego said to the man in front of her.
"I'm well aware." Fury growled as he turned the volume on his flat screen up.
"This is Jack McGee with channel 6, Eyewitness News. I'm at Middleton General Hospital where supposedly, a large battle has just taken place. The fight was supposedly between several armed terrorist that had taken the hospital hostage, and two green giants." The reporter said as Fury turned off the television.
"Would someone like to tell me what the hell happened?" Fury asked them.
"We have the terrorists in custody. Their body armor had this symbol engraved in the chest." Rogers said as he handed Fury one of the photos. The symbol on the armor was a skull with what appeared to be tentacles branching out from beneath it. When Fury saw the symbol, his frown worsened as the scaring around his bad eye made itself known.
"I've never seen that symbol before, so I don't know what it means or who they are." Shego said.
"I do. I've had several run-ins with them before." Fury said as he crumpled the photo. "They're known as Hydra." He said as he began to involuntary rub the eye patch he wore.
"I've never heard of them before. Are they new?" Shego asked.
"No. They've been around for a very long time. They're an international terrorist organization that's been doing their damndest to take over the world since Hitler decided to eat a bullet. These are professional killers. They wouldn't have a problem killing anyone or anything." Fury said.
"How bad are they, sir?" Rogers asked him.
"Despite what the public's been told, they've have been behind some of the most horrible acts of terrorism that have been committed. Embassy bombings, black market, arms dealings, everything."
"Then why haven't we tried to stop them, sir?" Steve asked.
"We have, Captain. We even put a bullet in the head of the man who was leading Hydra, Baron Wolfgang von Strucker. But every time we think we've taken them down, we discover several branches replace their missing links." Fury growled to himself. "What about these terrorists we've captured? What's their condition?"
"It isn't pretty, sir. Two are suffering from severe concussions; one is suffering from two broken arms, broken collar bones, and a dislocated shoulder. One is suffering from contusions and minor burns, another had his face broken." Steve reported.
"His face?" Shego asked.
"He starts the first out of several re-constructive surgeries in a few days. The last one suffered multiple fractures, including his spine. He'll be lucky if he ever walks again." Rogers finished.
"Interrogate them. ALL of them. I want to know who hired them and why. Now what's this about there being two hulks?" Fury asked.
"A twelve year old with a camera phone took this." Shego said and handed him a photo of a tall green women standing next to the Hulk.
"Who is she?"
"We don't know, sir."
"But we did do some research. It turns out that a girl was in a car accident several days ago and was near death because she needed a blood transfusion. She was a rare blood type, and a hospital on the other side of the state was the only one who had it. Then almost a week ago, she's given her needed blood but is kept under strict observation. The doctors claimed they were scared that the blood may have been tainted." Shego said. "It turns out the patient is named Bonnie Rockwaller. She was on the same cheerleading squad as Kimmie. They were classmates." Shego finished.
"Stoppable created a She-Hulk." Fury said to himself.
"Why would Stoppable do something so dangerous?" Rogers asked her.
"That's who Stoppable is, captain. He's been helping people most of his life, and he can't stand to see others hurt. Especially is he can do something about it. Now thanks to that, we have two mindless Hulks running around." Fury said.
"Actually, the witnesses said that she was speaking to the Hulk."
"What?" Fury asked as he rose from his seat.
"Iron Pants, she knew what she was doing. She wasn't mindless or on a rampage. She had control over everything she was doing." Shego said to him, knowing full well what it might mean.
"Oh my God. They've found a way to create a mentally stable Hulk." Rogers said to himself. "If anyone finds out,"
"Then every country and dictator in the world will do anything to get their hands on Stoppable's blood. An army of free thinking monster super soldiers. SHIT!" Fury shouted and crushed his stapler as he slammed his fist on his desk. "Put a bolo on Stoppable and this Rockwaller woman. If anyone gets to them first, it could mean hell on Earth. This is to be marked above classified. Now one finds out about this at all, period! As of this moment, their capture is priority one." Fury said to them.
"That means we have to let everyone know that Ron's alive." Shego said to him.
"You saw the news, Black Widow. Everyone already knows." Fury said.
For almost two hours, neither of them said anything as they walked down the lonely road that lead away from their home. She didn't know what to say to offer the man she loved comfort, while he felt a heavy weight of shame and embarrassment hanging over his head. She had told them about what happened to Bonnie, and about the damage to the hospital. All of it weighed heavily on Ron. But there were only two things that made him feel like a heel. What he had done to those terrorists, and what happened to Bonnie.
Ron knew that the men had killed several people in the hospital, and probably would have killed Kim and her mother. But that didn't mean he enjoyed what he had done. What the Hulk had done. Trying to figure out on what to think the Hulk as was driving him nuts. It was a part of him and at the same time, it wasn't. But Bonnie, she didn't deserve his curse. Now she was like him, a monster. He had damned her to his fate.
"I'm sorry, KP." He said to her.
"What are you sorry for?"
"For what I did back there. You were right. I should have thought it out more." Ron said.
Ron looked up when he felt Kim's hands gently hold his face in his hands. She leaned upward and planted a soft kiss to his lips and held it for as long as she could. As she backed away, she softly stroked his face as she looked into his eyes.
"No matter what I said, or anyone else says, saving Bonnie was the right thing. It's going to be hard for her, but at least she's alive. And she has you to thank for it." Kim said to him.
"I still damned her, Kim." Ron said and looked down.
Kim held Ron in her arms to try and comfort him. She knew he was taking this hard. He never deserved this. She promised herself they would find a way to help him control the Hulk. One way or another, no matter what, Ron would find a way to be at peace.
"Can't you two lovebirds take it somewhere else?" a voice called out to them.
Both turned to see who it was, and saw an old Dodge Neon pull up beside them. When the driver side door opened, they were shocked to see who climbed out.
"Bon-Bon? What are you doing here?" Ron asked her.
"I wanted to see if you guys needed a ride." She said to them.
"Huh?" the two heroes asked her.
"My mom has a friend in California, and he thinks he can help us out. I'm heading there now if you two want a ride." She said to them.
"It's too dangerous, Bonnie. People are looking for us." Kim said to her.
"I know. A bunch of guys from some place called Shield just stopped by my house. That's why I sold my car and bought this thing." She told them.
"Bonnie, I don't," Kim started.
"Possible, please. I know I was a bitch, but I don't know what's going on with me. You two do. So, I – I'm,"
"You're asking for help?" Ron asked her.
"More or less." She said to them as she bit her lip. "So do you want a ride, or do you losers just want to keep walking?" she asked them.
"What do you think, KP?" Ron asked her.
"Get in before someone sees us." Kim said as she took the passenger seat and Ron crawled into the back. "So who's your mom's friend?" Kim asked her.
"An old boyfriend of hers named Anthony something." Bonnie said as they drove down the road.
The pentagon was full of activity as it always was. People barley looked ups as they went along their business, keeping their minds focused to their tasks at hand. Walking through one of these, wearing his full uniform, was a four star general. His face was worn and showed his age and what he had seen in his years of service to the military. His mustache, once a dirty blond that was now fading to a mixture of gray and white, his the small scar that was above his lip. Ignoring those passing by him, the General walked to a door that people barley paid any attention to. Removing the key card from his breast pocket, he slid it through the top of the key pad beside the door frame. When the key pad emitted a shrill electronic beep, he quickly opened the door and walked inside.
To anyone else, the cramped room seemed similar to an interrogation office inside a police station. The only difference was the absence of any two way mirrors. In the middle of the room was one steel table with two chairs. In one chair sat a man in a simple three piece suit with part of his hair begging at the top of his head. He wore a simple pair of glasses that he removed and placed on the table, right next to a large file folder he had brought.
"I'm pleased you could make it General. Have a seat." He said to the general. "Do you know why you're hear?" he asked as the general took a seat.
"I'm thinking another Black Ops mission?"
"Not quiet. What do you know of the Super Soldier project your daughter is working on?"
"Not much. I know they found Captain Rogers a few months ago, and there was an attack. Everything else has been classified."
"I see. Here's what you don't know. Through a series of unfortunate events, a premature prototype of the serum she was working on was given to a young man. As a result, he changes whenever he gets angry or upset."
"Could you explain on what you mean by changing?" the general asked.
"Here's the file." The man said and passed it to his visitor. As the general looked at all the documents and photos, his face began to show his shock and amazement at what he saw. "It wasn't we were aiming for, but the results are impressive."
"What do you want me to do?" he asked.
"I need you to find and apprehend this young man. Once we have him, we can reverse engineer the secret to his changes. This would give the United States an edge that could safe guard us for countless years."
"What if he doesn't want to come willingly?"
"I didn't say he had to be alive." The man said as he put his glasses back on and straightened his suit.
"This kid happens to be the sidekick to a world renowned hero. People are going to notice the United States Military hunting him down and dragging him away."
"Leave that to us. Your objective is to bring him in at any costs. As usual, the secretary of defense must not be linked to this in any way." The man said as he walked toward the door.
"In other words, he doesn't want anyone to see the blood on his hands." The general said as he stood to his feet.
"I'd watch what you say, General Ross. There's just as much blood on your hands, if not more. Use every resource at your disposal." The man said as he opened the door and left.
"Sorry, kid. It's just business." The general said as he looked at the photo of Ron Stoppable, and closed the folder.