𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐅 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐑?

CHAPTER 1: After AGE OF ULTRON

EXT. QUINJET - OVER THE OCEAN - EVENING

The setting sun casts a golden glow over the horizon as the QUINJET flies through the sky, high above the endless ocean. Inside the cockpit, HULK sits awkwardly in the pilot's seat, his massive green hands resting on the control stick. On a small screen in front of him, NATASHA ROMANOFF's face appears, her eyes filled with concern.

NATASHA
(serious)
"Hey big guy, we did it. The job is finished. Now I you need to turn this burden around, okay?.."

Hulk frowns. He understands the words Natasha is saying, but the depth of her message eludes him. He feels the warmth of her voice, but his confusion grows.

NATASHA
(clearly)
"We can't track you in stealth mode. so help me out.
I need you-....."

Then, without thinking, his hand presses a button.

Suddenly, Natasha's face disappears from the screen. The connection is lost.

Hulk stares at the blank screen for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest. The soothing voice that had just calmed him is gone, leaving behind only a sense of emptiness. He wanted to see her... just a little longer.

HULK
(grumbling, confused)
"Grruuhh...?"

In a panic, he starts pressing random buttons, his powerful but clumsy movements damaging the control panel. Beeping sounds and warnings begin to fill the cockpit. His frustration starts to build.

HULK
(growling)
"Raaahhh!"

His anger takes over. He slams his fist into the panel, smashing buttons. Suddenly, a loud beep echoes, and a red light starts flashing. The autopilot disengages.

The jet begins to shudder. Hulk feels the aircraft lurch forward. Outside the window, he sees the ocean rapidly approaching.

HULK
(screaming)
"Nnnooo!"

He tries to hold on to something, but it's too late. The jet is plummeting towards the dark water. Just before the Quinjet crashes into the sea, Hulk rips open the door with brute strength and leaps into the air.

The QUINJET slams into the ocean with a deafening roar. An explosion lights up the night sky, debris scattering across the water. HULK crashes into the waves, his enormous body thrashing against the force of the ocean.

Beneath the surface, Hulk feels his strength fading. His muscles shrink, his skin lightens, and within moments, he transforms back into BRUCE BANNER. Unconscious, Bruce floats on the waves, his body exhausted, wearing nothing but his tattered pants.

EXT. BEACH - MORNING

The sun slowly rises over the horizon, casting its rays on a pristine beach. BRUCE lies motionless at the shoreline, washed up by the waves, his body covered in wet sand and seaweed. The sound of the ocean gently brings him back to consciousness.

Coughing and sputtering, he rolls onto his side, trying to expel the saltwater from his mouth. With great effort, he manages to push himself up, his eyes squinting against the bright sunlight. He feels disoriented, his muscles aching.

BRUCE
(dazed)
"What the-....?"

He glances around, taking in his surroundings. Tropical palm trees sway gently in the morning breeze, and a dense jungle stretches out behind the beach. Bruce stares at the jungle in silence, completely overwhelmed by his situation.

His eyes drop down to his torn pants—the only remnant of the Hulk.

BRUCE
(whispering to himself)
"Oh man... what happened?"

He wipes sand from his face and starts walking along the beach, still unsteady on his feet. His bare feet sink into the soft sand. Suddenly, he hears faint sounds in the distance—voices and music. Intrigued, he begins walking toward the noise.

EXT. BEACH BAR - DAY

After a short walk through the sand, Bruce arrives at a SMALL BEACH BAR. People are playing with surfboards, soft music drifts from the speakers, and a few tourists relax on sun loungers. Bruce spots a small GIFT SHOP near the edge of the beach.

Reluctantly, he heads toward it, painfully aware of his ragged appearance and torn pants. A SHOPKEEPER looks up as he approaches, her face friendly but curious.

BRUCE
(hoarse)
"Uh... where am I?"

The shopkeeper smiles lightly and answers with a slight accent.

SHOPKEEPER
"You're at Vigie Beach, sir."

Bruce blinks a few times. The name sounds familiar, but he can hardly believe it.

BRUCE
(confused)
"Vigie? St. Lucia? Really?"

He runs his hand through his wet hair, stunned by the reality that's sinking in. He paces in a small circle, clearly stressed.

BRUCE
(softly, to himself)
"This is bad... this is really bad."

The shopkeeper watches him with concern.

SHOPKEEPER
"Sir, are you alright? You don't look so good."

Bruce looks at her, still disoriented, but realizes he needs help fast.

BRUCE
"Do you have maybe a phone I can use?"

The shopkeeper shakes her head.

SHOPKEEPER
"No, but there's a phone booth in the village. Two miles that way, just follow the path through the jungle."

Bruce nods, already preparing to leave, but before he can go, the woman calls out to him.

SHOPKEEPER
"Wait! You're gonna need these."

She holds up a pair of simple SANDALS. Bruce glances down at his bare feet and realizes how far he'll have to walk.

BRUCE
"Oh, thanks, but I don't have any money on me."

She smiles.

SHOPKEEPER
(friendly)
"Just take them. It's a long walk."

Bruce nods gratefully and slips the sandals on.

BRUCE
"Thank you."

He turns and begins walking, heading toward the village, determined to find a way to contact the Avengers.

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