Bruce loved Betty Ross, but he had to let her go to protect her, but what if Betty had realized she was pregnant after Bruce had told her to leave? Thus was born Gabriella Banner, the little girl with Cerebral palsy. Who knows just as much as her fa...
Bruce Banner was startled awake by the heavy noise of AC/DC emanating from Tony's room, the young billionaire's alarm clock. He sighed and rolled over, using a pillow to try and block out the loud music that assaulted his innocent ear drums. Finally he gave up and stumbled out of bed, throwing on a shirt and pants over his boxers before trudging down to the kitchen for breakfast.
Where he found a cooking super soldier, clad only in American flag boxers and a big white shirt with a pink apron over it. While Clint and Natasha were at the table and awake as well, Clint had his head halfway into his syrupy pancakes and Natasha was snickering as if debating whether or not to rouse him. Bruce just grabbed some orange juice and sat down at the table.
"Oh, Bruce. A letter came for you yesterday, you were in the lab so I didn't want to disturb you."
Steve spoke suddenly, grabbing a finely crafted envelope from the counter top and tossing it to Bruce. He instinctively caught it and was surprised by the address on the front. So surprised he didn't notice the half dead genius-playboy-philanthropist who dragged himself into the kitchen to plop down in one of the chairs and smash his head on the table, startling Clint who jerked out of his pancake pillow to then glare at Natasha as she openly laughed.
Bruce mean while was still staring at the letter. 'Why would Social Services send him a letter?' He thought, puzzled. As he split open the letter with the sharp nail of his thumb. And unfolded the note it contained.
'Dear Mr. Robert Bruce Banner
It is our deepest regret to inform you that Mrs. Elizabeth Ross has passed away due to health related issues.
It was one of the written desires of Mrs. Ross for her eight year old daughter to live with her father should anything happen to her.
There for you shall be granted custody of Miss Gabriella Ross, effective immediately.
Please come to retrieve Miss Ross as soon as possible.
Sincerely, The board of Social Services.'
Bruce's heart sunk to his knees and he was glad he was sitting down because his legs felt like wet rubber. Betty was dead? Betty can't be dead! He-he had a daughter? Bruce hadn't realized he was staring into space with tears sliding down his cheeks until Steve's fingers were in front of his eyes, snapping to try and bring him back into reality. Bruce looked up sharply, spilling orange juice down his front as his elbow knocked into the glass.
"Bruce, what is it?"
Steve asked, concern for his friend evident on his features and everyone else at the table looked at them. Bruce paled instantly and was shaking his head within mere moments.
"No-No! I'm fine! Totally fine!"
He stammered, waving his hands as if they would prove the fact. So he didn't notice Tony, snatching the letter out of his hand until it was gone.
"No Tony!"
Bruce snapped, lunging and grabbing it from Tony and his brow furrowed in confusion.
"Bruce?"
Tony asked, causing glances of concern from around most of the team that was at the table. Bruce just stared blankly up at Tony.
"I've got to go do something important later today, okay? In fact I'll be going now."
Bruce quickly stammered, pushing himself upright and hurrying out of the kitchen. The concerned eyes of most of his team following him out.
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Bruce's daughter, Gabriella was sitting right in front of him.
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