Facing your own allies (Tony Stark/Iron man and Steve Rogers/ Captain America)

Turning (unedited)

Bruce moaned loudly. Didn't matter, no one was coming to his aid. He was alone, trapped with that assassin who was after Natasha. Bruce could feel the warmth and heat of a fire upon his face. This is it he thought time to be put out of my misery. Bruce was confused several minutes later when the flames didn't expand, they didn't crawl agonizingly onto his skin as he had expected to. Bruce's finger's brush up against his wrist unknowingly. That was strange, no chains. Only raw, torn skin. Even stranger than that, he was on a something soft. A bed?

Bruce heard footsteps getting louder as they approached. This made Bruce nervous. She was back, most likely with more syringes filled with hallucinogenic drugs. The door creaked open and someone stepped inside. Bruce heard some kind of metal something be placed down. A tray with the meds on it, Bruce thought, exasperated.

"Are you awake?" Asked a female voice. Bruce was surprised to find that it wasn't Galina's. This voice was soft, quiet, sincere. Bruce didn't answer. The unknown woman walked over close to him. Too close. She sat down on the bed. She pressed an antiseptic cloth to his wrist's. Bruce was very confused. Was she...helping him?

As soon as the woman was finished, she threw the cloth into the fire. Bruce knew that meant she must know about his blood. Which means she also knew his secret.

"Sorry about the heat," she said, softly, "I know you're already a bit feverish from all your burns." I've been burnt? The mystery woman moved to his back, burnt skin and bloody burn's covered most of the skin. Bruce heard the woman grunt in what sounded like distaste.

"Gonna have to get some of the debris out," she muttered. She placed her hand down on Banner's upper back and pressed down hard. She poured water onto Bruce's back. Bruce's hissed and squirmed. Man did that hurt! What hurt worse was when she began to touch and pull debris from the injured area's. Banner clenched his fist's. Considering he was still dazed and confused, the Hulk thought that Bruce was in danger. Now that he was actually able to come out and protect Bruce, he wanted to. Bruce had to quietly mutter to Hulk that she was not a threat as it currently seemed.

"S'okay. She's helping, not hurting," Banner grunted the last word as she pulled something sharp from his skin.

"I'm trying to be gentle, not exactly my forte," the woman explained. The woman gingerly applied lots of aloe and saline and left it at that. Then she swiftly sped to the other room to wash her hands off. When she returned Bruce had started to come to a bit more. The pain stimulation probably helped that speed along. As the woman walked back in Bruce could see what she looked like.

She was tall, fair had gorgeous features. She had blonde ringlet curls that fell beyond her shoulder's. Her eyes were hazel and appeared soft and calming when you gazed into them. The only thing that was even the slightest bit off-putting about her was that she was in costume. And literally in some sort of costume. She had on a white leotard and a blue jacket over it. He legs were covered in thin black tight's that were open on the outside. The whole ensemble was even complete with a black mask, with the sharp looking corner's pointed upwards beyond her eyes. 

"Finally coming to, eh?" She said, her tone still good-natured and soft. Bruce didn't know how to respond, he helplessly lost his words. "You poor thing, that assassin has you trapped within her clutches for so long you've lost the ability to have a proper conversation." Her tone was wry and nearly amused. Maybe she liked how Bruce seemed so shy and innocent. The woman walked over and handed Bruce a shirt that wasn't charred.

"Well, you don't have to worry about her anymore, she's dead." Bruce's lips pursed. He knew that. He tried to put it into his mind that she had brought it on herself, but guilt was still lingering on. "Do you remember how it happened?"

"...No," Bruce answered, quietly. The woman sat down on the bed with a roll of gauze in hand. She began to cover Bruce's injury's so that it wouldn't hurt when he put a shirt over them.

"The girl was completely delirious, as I'm sure you've already discovered. She planned to blow you up, herself included. fortunately for you the flames were slow starting somehow. I was able to catch your little assassin friend off-guards and taker her out." Bruce knew very well what was meant when this woman had referred to taking her out.

"..You killed her?"

"She was going to die anyways. She was already lost to insanity by the time I got there. However, rescuing you was priority one." She was sent to rescue him? Why? Who sent her? So many question's that's Bruce's words could not yet convey.

"Why?"

"Save you? Let's just say my employer paid good money to find you and clean you up." Oh great. Bruce had just gotten out of a hostage situation, now he was in another one. Does it ever end! The woman could clearly see Banner's growing panic.

"Relax, Dr. Banner. Deep breaths. I am a friend I can assure you. Once you have healed, I'll show you where your friends have stationed themselves," she said in a very soothing whisper. She lightly pushed Bruce back down so his head was lying on the pillow.

"For now, Dr. Banner. Trust that I will keep so safe until you are in the capable hands of your colleagues."