"We're ok, right?" Natasha asks Doctor Banner whose knuckles are turning white trying to hold in the Hulk.
"Doctor," I was beginning to get frightened as Bruce looked to be losing the fight. "Bruce."
"You gotta fight it, this is just what Loki wants." For once I don't argue about Loki with my aunt, because this is what he wants, I guess he just assumed I wouldn't be stuck to fight off the Hulk.
Bruce breathes heavier as small tints of green appear on his skin. "We're gonna be ok, Listen to me." Natasha says.
Agents come around the hallway asking if we are alright, but Nat turns them away, and they gladly run after seeing the sight of Bruce.
"We're gonna be ok. Alright?" My aunt tries to comfort me. "I swear on my life, I will get you out of this! You will walk away from this!"
"Your life." Bruce groans in a deeper, scarier voice than before.
Bruce loses the fight as his body jets upward, his skin turning green, the same colored veins making their way around his whole body. "Auntie Nat!" I shout, trying to get my ankle free.
Natasha, distracted trying to get her own foot out from under the rebel, doesn't respond while Bruce struggles back outside the catwalk we're trapped on, looking both me and Auntie Nat in the eyes.
"Bruce?" Hulk begins to growl louder, growing taller. Auntie Nat manages to get her foot out from under the rubble and runs over to me lifting the rock off my foot.
My ankle hurt so bad, but we didn't have time to dwell over pain, we had to handle a bigger problem.
We make our way out of the catwalk, terrified at the huge green figure less than 20 feet away from us, that's when Hulk sees us, setting his sights on us.
Auntie Nat and I ran up the metal stairs trying to put distance between us and him.
Hulk pulls at the stairs, completely demolishing them, making me and Auntie Nat have to grab onto the safety bar on the next level of the catwalk to keep from falling. After Nat maneuvers her way to the other side of the safety bar, I'm able to use the same technique.
Our plan was simple. DON'T STOP MOVING. We work together trying to get to the areas where Hulk couldn't possibly get his hands into. Vaulting over pipes, sliding down railings. It isn't till we land on the storm drain after jumping over a pipe when the floor gives out underneath us as the Hulk pulls the grate out sending us tumbling to the ground.
But before we reach the ground, we grab the area around the grate and use it to repel ourselves forward into a narrow area of pipes that we have to get on our hands and knees to make it through.
We stay quiet and low, moving slowly and carefully around the utilities, when we don't hear anything we take a second to catch our breath, leaning against a small wall. That's when the sound of Hulk footsteps is heard again, coming closer this time.
Natasha draws her gun and I ready my hands if necessary. We slowly walk around, back on one of the catwalks when we turn to look at one of the empty spaces, it is replaced by Hulk's face, groaning.
Nat fires her gun at a pipe behind the Hulk causing it to release air giving us the distraction we need to run.
We run as fast as we can, both on injured feet through a narrow hallway, it takes Hulk almost no time at all to catch up to us, his force destroying the walls on each side of the hallway. We cover our heads trying to protect it from any debris the Hulk might send our way.
Despite our efforts, Hulk catches up to us, sending me and Auntie Nat slamming against the wall in opposite directions. In pain I managed to sit up, but the Hulk looked ready to deliver his final blow. I grip my eyes shut but the blow never comes, instead Thor comes barreling through the wall saving me from Hulk's blow.
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FanfictionAnja Faye Barton is the adopted daughter of Clint Barton and has spent her whole life try to make a name for herself with in SHIELD as Agent Anja Black, but when unexpected circumstances arise and several problems present themselves, Anja must learn...
