I stared at myself through shattered pieces of a mirror that was once whole...much like my heart. I don't know how long I stood there, just looking at my disoriented reflection. There were glass shards all around, and I didn't care to clean them up. This house has felt so empty without him. My brother I mean. He was gone now. And in my grief I shattered a mirror...and many other things. He died of cancer. It was a tragedy I don't think I'll ever get over. But I decide to leave this awful place and go for a walk. I don't bother to pick up the glass as I pass it by. I rush to the door feeling suffocated by the emotions in this house. I get my shoes on and exit the building.

It's been six months since the attack on New York and Bruce Banner is having a rough time staying under the radar. He is being hunted by Octavian Bard, a Russian General keen on catching the Hulk. While Bruce is on the run, he finds an unlikely friend in a girl also on the run from Bard. This story is dedicated to my awesome friend Leah (MountainofIgnorance) who has been so so supportive and totally amazing! She is the one who introduced me to watt pad. She is featured in this story as Leah Langer. I Love ya girl!!!

He stood there, motionless, in the pouring rain. His dark brown hair soaking wet. Rain was dripping from his dark grey sweatshirt onto his red sneakers. His deep brown eyes were fixed on the name on that stone. Her stone. One of the many in that graveyard.