The intern had her tongue sticking out of her mouth in concentration as she held two full cups of coffee by their handles in one hand, and a single cup in the other. She'd managed to make the trip from the break room back to the lab miraculously without spilling any of the hot liquid on her skin. She wore a proud grin on her face when the laboratory doors slid open, and she managed to make it to the desk without a splashing incident.

Darcy smacked her hands together proudly from her accomplishment, and then cheerfully began distributing the cups among her fellow scientist.

"Rise and shine, sleepyheads!" Darcy sang loudly to the lab of snoring scientists.

Three messy heads popped up from their desk in unison. Jane rubbed absently at her eyes while making blind grabby hands for coffee, already knowing the drill of Darcy waking her up with coffee to refuel her.

Bruce groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose as he realized he'd slept face first in his book with his glasses on. And that certainly was not a good feeling.

Professor Selvig had been drooling on his arm, and he bolted up in fear when Darcy's voice woke him.

The intern lifted an eyebrow at her Professor while setting his cup of coffee on the counter-top before him. Erik stumbled groggily as he rubbed at his eyes, voice laced with confusion.

"Darcy? What are you doing here?"

"I brought coffee." Darcy shrugged her shoulders in nonchalance, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Which it was, because she was currently pushing the mug towards him.

Erik took the cup and nodded his head in appreciation, taking a sip of the coffee and shaking the sleep out of his system. "No, I mean what are you doing? And what- what are you wearing?"

"Hmm?" Darcy tilted her head. "These are my pajamas. Its pajama day. Look, you're wearing yours too."

She gestured her arm to her mentor, who had just stepped from behind the counter to retrieve his coffee that Darcy had set out for him.

Upon her words, Erik looked down at his lap before realizing he was only in his lab coat and underwear, and he quickly ducked back behind the counter.

"No, Darcy, I am not!"

Erik seethed embarrassed, hiding his man parts behind the counter. Ever since his mishaps with Loki, Selvig hasn't been the same, his memory fading in and out, sudden panic attacks that left him running out of the lab in a fit of hysterics. Both Jane and Darcy were immune to their Professors crazy stunts by now, and they usually just went along with it.

He continued, "And stop with the childish antics, Doctor Foster and I have been very busy these passing three nights-"

"Actually, Professor, I think it's fun." Jane pushed her rolling chair back and away from her desk, revealing to her team the pink fuzzy bunny slippers that she donned for Pajama Day.

Darcy let out a proud, "Ha!" Instantly recognizing the bunny slippers as the ones that Jane wore around her house when they were working in her moms basement. The intern gave her mentor a thumbs up.

"And it's kind of genius, if you think about it. I mean, we spend countless nights asleep in the lab anyways. At least on pajama day, we can do it in style."

Jane wiggled her toes and the two pink bunny ears flopped appropriately.

Darcy handed the last cup of coffee to Bruce, while taking a sip of her own mug. Jane paused, realizing that Darcy had only brought three cups, before pouting slightly.

"Hey.. where's mine?" She frowned, still groggy from lack of a caffeinated substance.

Darcy casually took a sip of her drink, ignoring Jane's crestfallen face. "Well, you guys never told me we were having a guest.." The intern shot her gaze to Doctor Banner, who was looking at his mug of coffee with a slight frown.

"I'm more of a honey and tea guy, myself.." Bruce began gently as he looked down at the mug of dark coffee, before lifting his gaze when he felt Darcy glare and lift an eyebrow silently asking him 'are you serious right now?'

Banner nervously cleared his throat, scratching his temple. "But.. this is great. Thank you."

He took a sip of his coffee, and Darcy shot her gaze back to Jane. "So no coffee for you, sorry. Not sorry."

"Ugh." Jane scoffed, making grabby hands at the cup of coffee that Darcy was sipping, and the younger brunette snorted and tucked the cup close against her chest.

"Uhh, I don't think so. This is a Darcy specialty, and I don't think you're supposed to be drinking while you're on the job, even if your boss in a raging alcoholic."

"Oh, shut up!" Jane said crabbily as she reached forward and took the cup from her intern who didn't bother resisting, and Jane took a long gulp, feeling the burn of warm coffee and hot alcohol roll down her throat.

"Mmm, that's good."

"So, no one told Tea and Honey about pajama day?" Darcy asked, frowning as she took her cup back from her mentor and nodded her head towards the mousey doctor who was sipping his ordinary coffee with a scrunched nose.

"I think I mentioned it to him before, but we've been pretty busy Darce. You can't expect everyone to follow our traditions."

The brunette set her cup of coffee next to Jane. "That's unacceptable!"

Darcy glared at Bruce, who had just woken up enough to realize the two women were speaking about him. His eyebrows rose once he met with the interns glare.

Bruce waved his hand, trying to shake off the attention. "Oh, uh, I'm not really a dress up kind of-"

"Darcy, leave Banner alone!" Erik snapped as he slung his legs through a pair of jeans to cover up his underwear.

"What?" Darcy said, pitch raising an octave higher in defense. "Me and Jane have our pajama's on!" Darcy gestured wildly to her red and black plaid pajama bottoms and black tank top, and then to Jane's dirty white shirt and messy bed head. "You were rocking your tidy whities. Look at him, he's wearing a suit! Total disrespect for our uniform regulations."

"I think entering a science lab without any shoes on is the first breach of uniform regulation," Banner retorted dryly, eyeballing Darcy's mitch matching ankle socks.

The intern wiggled her toes and raised an eyebrow at Bruce, as if asking him what his point was. Banner took another sip of his coffee and looked away with a small smile, not offering another retort to the intern.

"Didn't Jane explain to you how we were going to be very busy for the next few days?" Professor Selvig grumbled to Darcy as he approached their intern, swinging an arm around her shoulder as he began to lead her towards the exit.

"Yeah. She did. But that was also five days ago, and I haven't heard a word from you guys since. I thought you might be lonely."

Darcy tried to look over her shoulder at Doctor Foster, who'd retied her ponytail and was currently flipping through the notes she'd written last night while half asleep.

Erik placed both of his hands on Darcy's shoulders and continued to steer her towards the exit. "No, Darcy, we are not lonely." Selvig stressed the word exasperatedly.

"You aren't working in Jane's mothers basement anymore, so you can't just pop in, whenever you feel like it. If Doctor Foster told you she'll let you know when she needs you, then you have to wait until-"

"Oh, that's enough, Professor." Jane said loudly to the two who were whispering to eachother off in the corner. "Darcy is right, I did get lonely. And she brought you and Doctor Banner coffee," Jane whirled around in her chair so she could face Bruce, who looked up from his notes sheepishly.

Jane narrowed her eyes just the slightest bit at Bruce as she said sweetly, "So I'm sure she won't be a bother.. right Doctor?"

Erik froze as he looked down to Darcy, who smiled cheekily up at him. Selvig loved Darcy as much as Jane (debatable), and she worked like a charm as their safety net for information that they may have missed or overlooked.

However, when Erik had received word from his old friend Banner with news about some interesting research he wanted to share, Selvig thought he'd made it very clear with Jane that Banner was unstable and prone to.. 'outbursts', as he had kindly put it, and stressed how important it was that they didn't have their eccentric intern prancing around the lab and disturbing their guest.

"U-uhm, sure. There's no problem with me." Bruce stammered as he took off his glasses, wiping at his eyes.

Darcy let out a whoop as she ducked from underneath Selvigs hold, skipped her way over to Jane, and sat on the stool next to her workspace.

"Alright cool. Let's see what you've been up to these past five days, Doctor Foster." The intern said teasingly, excited at the chance to finally look over some notes after a week of hiatus.

She hummed in approval as she peered at her mentor's note filled journal. She was able to break down and decode most of her formula's, but there was some of it that Darcy couldn't make sense of. Her eyes widened as she slowly nodded her head, "Woah.. uh, good stuff, Jane." It was going to take days for her to try and figure those formulas out.

Jane didnt appear to be listening as she reached for the mug of coffee next to her, taking a sip, and making a face. "Oof! Oh no, I need a regular cup of coffee, Darcy. Preferably no alcohol, more SweetnLow's." She explained.

The intern rolled her eyes as she grabbed her coffee mixed with gin and held it close to her chest. "Alright, alright. Hey, when was the last time you brushed your teeth, anyways? Genius germs all over my cup." She grumbled.

Darcy took a long gulp of her coffee as she exited the laboratory to go fetch the scientist her much needed cup of coffee. Erik looked at Jane and shook his head, before shrugging apologetically towards Bruce.

Banner gave him a soft smile, amused by the chemistry between the two scientists and their intern.

. . .

"Hey, big guy! I didn't know that you were in town, buddy."

Banner froze when the laboratory doors slid open just a few minutes later, revealing Tony Stark who spread his arms wide, announcing his entrance. Bruce took off his glasses and let them hang around his neck as he pinched his nose, forcing a smile.

"Stark." Bruce said warmly as Tony clapped him, perhaps too roughly, on his shoulder.

Jane and Selvig exchanged looks as the smaller doctor mouthed 'Stark?' to her mentor as they watched the exchange quietly.

"I figured every alarm in your system would alert you when I stepped on the premises. It didn't seem necessary to search for you and say hello." Bruce admitted sheepishly, though there was something hidden in his tone. He fiddling with his pencil.

Tony frowned at Bruce with a hurt look that made the doctor shift uncomfortably.

"I figured you were too busy to be bothered?" Banner tried again, knowing exactly how to stroke the man's ego.

Tony hummed in thought as he pet his goatee, nodding his head in agreement.

"I may have been pretty busy there," the genius admitted, thinking back to how he'd spent the past two weeks digging around in the pandora box of Stark secrets his father had, apparently, kept for him after he died.

Banners shoulders relaxed, and he placed his palm to his forehead, eyebrows furrowing in sudden exhaustion. Tony didn't seem to notice, as he turned his back to Banner and lifted an eyebrow at Selvig and Jane, who were staring at him quizzically.

Tony spread his arms, as if expecting an applaud from the two doctors. "And you must be Thor's girl-"

"Doctor Foster, thank you." Jane cut Tony off abruptly. "And if I may, what are you doing down here?"

(The Doctor may have been a tad defensive because she was worried Stark came to discipline her for that expensive looking magnified glass she pushed off her desk a week ago, but she knew she was being ridiculous. She and Darcy hid the evidence so he couldn't know.. right?)

Tony lifted an eyebrow at Fosters tone, and shifted his gaze to Bruce as if expecting some backup. Banner pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling more exhausted and tired then he was when he'd first woken up.

Tony shot his gaze back to Jane, eyebrow lifted. "Well, I kind of own the place, girlie." Jane pressed her lips together, unimpressed. Tony tried again, "I came to check up on my favorite Doctors?"

"I've been working here for three months now, and you never once felt the need to 'check up'." Jane grumbled, swirling in her chair to tuck back into her desk and scribble some formulas that she remembered.

Tony's gaze flickered to her feet right before they were hidden underneath her desk.

"Are those... bunny slippers?"

"I think what Dr. Foster is trying to say, Mr. Stark, is," Erik said in a soothing tone in an attempt to calm the two cranky scientist. He held much more respect for the most famous Avenger because Tony had helped save his life, and Erik placed a palm on Jane's shoulder, a silent plea for her to check herself. "Is there something we can do for you, sir?"

Tony lifted his eyebrows, amused, and his lips curled into a smirk at Selvig. "See now, you, are much less hostile. You'd think Dr. Foster here was the one under Loki's evil mind control spell. And all that good stuff."

Erik flinched at the memory, and Jane whirled around in her chair to glare at Stark, hard. If Tony noticed either of their reactions, he didn't bother apologizing as he began to walk over to Banner, to probably ask him why he was down here with these sticks in the mud.

"Actually, yes, I came down here because-" Tony placed his hands on the back of Banners chair, ready to literally drag the timid Doctor up to his lab if he wasn't going to budge. However, the laboratory doors slid open and a brunette with glasses sauntered in.

"Coffee!" Darcy raised her half empty mug, and Jane's fresh cup in the air proudly.

Jane and Selvig exchanged worried glances, and Tony grinned at the newcomer.

"Ahh, if it isn't the tantrum-throwing-coffee-fan-girl!" Stark backed away from Banner's chair, who was rubbing his palm against his forehead furiously. Tony turned to Darcy proudly, "I, am a very big fan of your work."

Darcy's eyebrows raised to her hairline in confusion as she looked at Tony Stark, and then glanced at Jane, and back to Stark.

"Uh... is this about the magnifying glass? Because... legally, that was Jane's fault."

((Let's just ignore the fact that Darcy had been the one who'd set it right next to Jane's elbow on the counter, but those were just details.))

"We don't know what Mister Stark wants," Jane said slowly between clenched teeth to her intern. Darcy let out a nervous giggle, because if he didn't know about the magnifying glass before, then it was safe to say he was aware of it now.

"Oh. Well then, coffee!" Darcy said, eager to change the subject as she raised the mug proudly in the air.

Jane let out a sigh of relief when Darcy handed her mentor the cup and sat on the stool next to her once again. The intern pawed at the closest piece of paper she could find, proud to be the first person to read Doctor Fosters mind blowing observations and formulas. She had a lot of work to catch up on since Professor Selvig had been so adamant about keeping her out the lab while their guest (who had the nerve to wear fancy clothes in her lab yes it is her lab on Pajama Day) was visiting.

Tony frowned as the two women immediately began burying their noses in their work, ignoring his presence completely (hello, did the fact that he was Tony Stark, Iron Man mean nothing to them? For some reason, Tony knew he had Thor to blame for this).

Erik approached Tony, secretly glad Dr. Foster and their intern were minding their own business instead of trying to converse with Stark. He feared either woman would open their mouths and offend the multi billionaire and cost them their spot in his lab. Selvig wrung his hands together nervously.

"Mr. Stark..?" Erik hovered over Tony's shoulder, wondering to himself why the man came down to the lab in the first place.

Bruce suddenly slapped the counter. "S-something's.. wrong."

"You got that right," Tony said with a frown as he glanced at Dr. Foster and her assistant, not appreciating being ignored. "There is definitely something wrong with this picture."

Selvig took small baby steps backwards until he was next to Jane's table. Darcy glanced up from her notes and looked over at Bruce with concern.

"Tony..!" Bruce snapped through clenched teeth, snapping the playboy genius out of whatever it was he was thinking. "Something, is wrong."

"...Jarvis?" Tony said suddenly, and neither women missed the raising panic in his voice. Selvig slowly placed his palm on Jane's shoulder.

"Um.. What's happening?" Darcy said gently to Selvig and Jane, who had set her pencil down in concern.

Selvig spoke through clenched teeth, whispering out the side of his mouth; "We.. have got... to go."

"I have detected no signs of foul play, sir." The AI spoke through the speakers, and Darcy's eyes shot up to the ceiling in confusion.

"No.." Bruce groaned, falling out of his chair and curling in fetal position. "You're wrong..."

Dr. Selvig had successfully pushed Jane out of her seat, both hands glued to her shoulders as he began to steer her towards the exit. Darcy stood from her stool, a few paces behind her professor, but her eyes were glued to Stark, who stayed in the middle of the lab.

"Then check again, Jarvis." Tony said stressfully, because 'no signs' wasn't going to help him right now. He tried to calm Banner, "Alright buddy, what's going on? You wanna talk about it? Let's talk about it."

"Sleepy.." Bruce's voice came from under the table, followed by a few thumps as he kicked the desk from squirming around too much. "Can't.. Stay awake."

"Now," Selvig hissed to Jane and Darcy as he forcefully guided Jane out of the lab. Darcy still held her cup of coffee in her hands,and suddenly she was wishing she hadn't added those shots of gin into her mug.

"Pulling up Dr. Banners vital signs," Jarvis announced.

"Nng, nnngh.." There was a sound of cracking and tearing clothes from underneath the table. Erik was shoving Jane to the door, Darcy just a few steps behind when they heard the horrific roar.

It wasn't Bruce who emerged from underneath the desk. It was something much larger, much angrier, more green.

The Hulk.

"Run!" Jane screamed as the doors slid open, and she and Selvig were out of the lab in no time. Unfortunately, the Hulk's head snapped towards Dr. Foster, before making a Hulk-shaped-hole in the wall as he chased after them.

The emergency alarm began to ring.

Darcy's cup slipped from her hands, crashing against the floor. Her socks slipped in the puddle of hot coffee and glass as she tried to chase after her mentor, slipping in the process. "Jane! Erik!" She shouted, mortified.

"Jarvis, I need the suit." Tony said, his voice steady with a slight panicked undertone. "I need it now, J!"

Darcy slipped her now useless soggy socks off of her feet, now barefoot as she tried to stop herself from shaking. Tony turned his head towards the intern, pointing a finger at her as he began,

"You! Stay right here and-"

Darcy took off, bare feet padding against the floor as she ran out of the lab and down the hall, taking in the damage of smashed walls and debris that the Hulk had caused.

"-don't... do that." Tony groaned, rubbing an exhausted hand down his face.

. . .

"Jane!" Darcy tried to call, but she could only manage a forced hiss through clenched teeth.

The alarm was blaring now, flashing red lights bouncing against the walls as she tiptoed through the empty hall.

She would hear the Hulk approaching, right? Something that big couldn't be silent, right..?

More courageously, Darcy tried again. "Erik! Jane! Are you guys in here?"

The light flickered. Darcy held her breath as she listened for a response.

There was a slight hiss, before she recognized the sound of Jane whispering her name.

"Darcy...?"

Darcy whipped her head towards a door in the hall that had been secured by metal lining when the alarm went off.

"Shhh, Jane! He's still out there!"

The intern gulped, realizing that Doctor Foster and Professor Selvig had managed to duck into one of the safe rooms before the alarms had set off, and she was stranded in the hallway defenseless while he was still out here.

Why did she put herself in these sorts of situations?

"We have to let her in!" Darcy could faintly hear Jane whisper to Selvig from through the wall, but it was hard to concentrate when her heartbeat was pounding furiously in her ears.

"Jane, stop it or you're going to get us both killed!" Erik's muffled voice came from the door.

Darcy could hear Jane hitting something, trying to figure out a way to pry the doors open, the metal clanking loudly at her attempts. Darcy gulped as she heard a low growl and a sniff, and then there was a thump, thump, thump.

The sound of the Hulk rounding the corner, fifteen yards away from Darcy. The college student let out a little gulp, pressing her back against the steel door. Jane smacked something against it again, and this time Darcy felt the door budge, but it remained shut.

"Jane..." Darcy said slowly, her voice, by some miracle, managed to remain calm. There was a slight waver in it, but the Hulk couldn't sense fear, could he?

Could he?

"I'm going to need you to move a little bit quicker.." Darcy urged, smacking the door gently.

Come on, Foster! There was no way she could outrun this thing!

Hulk tilted his head to the side, advancing slowly towards Lewis.

There was intelligence in his eyes. He was watching her carefully, and Darcy had the sudden urge to put her hands in the air to show she wouldn't harm him, couldn't harm him, please for the love of Thor just stay calm-

And so she did.

"Hey there big guy... I-I-I.. I don't think we've met yet..." Darcy said with her usual charming, albeit nervous laugh. She slowly raised both of her hands in the air, palms facing the nine foot ball of rage.

What was she saying? Darcy's mouth was always moving on its own accord when her brain was taking too long to function, and right now was definitely one of those moments.

Thank God she took those Improv classes at Culver.

Unfortunately, improv didn't teach her how to coach The Incredible Fucking Hulk down from wanting to smash her into a pancake.

"I-I-I don't think we've met yet.. But uh, I saw you on the news. Um, in New York? You-you helped the Avengers save the world, you know?"

The Hulk snarled, upper lip lifting to show squared greenish-grey teeth, and he was growling at her.

He stopped, standing in place as he watched Darcy intently, sniffing the air loudly.

"Darcy, you daft girl, you need to run!" Erik's voice came from behind the wall.

"Erik, help me!" Jane snapped, strained and out of breath.

Darcy felt the door budge again, and this time her back snapped off the wall before something slipped and the door slammed shut again. Jane cursed and started kicking the door in frustration, and Darcy pressed her back against the steel.

"Its okay, it's okaaaay," Darcy cooed at the massive green Hulk as he slowly began to approach her again. She wiggled her fingers, hands still in the air so she could remind him she was defenseless. "Listen Big Guy... I would really... really like to talk to Bruce right now..."

The Hulk snarled, suddenly slamming his fist into the drywall, agitated. Darcy flinched at the Hulk's brute strength. She felt like her knees would give in on her any second. He let out a long, terrifying roar that literally had Darcy's hair whipping around her head. He was getting closer and closer to her now, with maybe about a ten yards to spare.

Too close, too close.

This time, Darcy felt her legs actually give out on her, but she managed to grasped the wall before she sunk into a puddle on the floor.

Okay... no mentioning the other guy. She knew that now. She can work with this.

"Alright- alright!" The intern squeaked desperately, heart pounding so quickly she thought she'd black out. "It's just me and you then, buddy. You-you can understand me, right?"

Hulk sniffed deeply through his nose, releasing a menacing snarl, but no longer advancing towards Lewis once again. Darcy could hear Jane trying to pry the door open from the other side.

"Darcy, Darcy, just keep talking to him. I think it's calming him down," Janes muffled voice came from inside of the safe room. "I almost got it, Darce, if I could just pry this damn thing open-"

"He's... he's just watching me..?" Darcy said to her mentor, puzzled. "I... don't think he wants to hurt me. I.. I think he's confused. I think I can calm him down as long as he doesn't get-"

Darcy was cut off as she suddenly watched Iron Man whizz through the hall, heading straight towards the Hulk and throwing him out of the window of the 30th floor.

The interns jaw dropped as she watched the two Avengers crash out of the building and go hurtling towards the ground.

"...agitated." Darcy finished weakly before letting out a long groan.

Bullcrap, of course Iron Man would kick the fucking hornets nest right when she had everything under control.

Jane cheered with triumph when she pried the door open and pulled Darcy into the room, causing both girls to fall on the floor. Selvig peeked his head out and peered into the hall, seeing the Hulk-shaped hole in the wall.

"Is it... is it safe?" Selvig whispered as Jane peeked her head out to examine the halls as well.

Darcy groaned as she rubbed her head, which collided with the floor when Jane threw her down. "Ugh.. geez Jane! I think you just gave me a concussion."

After rubbing her head for a few seconds, Darcy seemed to remember where it was she was at, and she jumped to her feet and rushed down the hall towards the hole in the wall.

As soon as she looked down, Darcy was reminded how much she absolutely hated heights. There was a large dent in the ground, caused by the Hulk's crash, but there was no Hulk.

"Where are they? Where are they..?" Darcy pushed her glasses against her nose as her eyes scanned the city, having a perfect vantage point from her spot on the thirtieth floor.

There! Darcy squinted as she saw Iron Man trying to calm the Hulk down, blasting him with his repulsor rays when he didn't cooperate. Jane and Selvig rushed over to the gaping hole in the wall to examine the damage being done to the city while to the Avengers duked it out.

"Oh no.." Jane gasped, horrified that Doctor Banner was the Hulk. The same Doctor that she's spent the last three sleepless days working with. The same Doctor who'd she would consider quiet, but definitely not shy. He was an old friend of the Professor's, the two having both worked at Culver at the same time.

Selvig said that Bruce had a condition, but he never said this.

Erik pinched the bridge of his nose, pulling both Jane and their intern away from the thirty foot drop. "We aren't safe here, we have to go."

Jane looked lost. Darcy snapped her shoulder away from Selvig's grip, raising her nose in the air as she spoke with determination.

"We have to help."

"Are you insane?" Selvig hissed as he grabbed both of Darcy's shoulders and forced her to look at him. "I won't let you kill yourself because you're trying to play hero."

"I can calm him down!" Darcy begged Selvig desperately. Both the Professor and Dr. Foster eyeballed her uncertainly. Darcy gulped nervously. "Well, I can try."

"Darcy, Iron Man is going to take care of it. It's what he does. Not what you do. You keep yourself safe," Selvig spoke slowly, as if he were explaining this to a child.

Both Jane and Darcy glanced outside where the battle was taking place, watching as the Hulk threw Iron Man by his arm into a building. He fell back to the ground limpy, his armor already scratched and scuffed.

"Iron Man sucks!" Darcy hissed through clenched teeth, this time placing her hands on Selvig's shoulders so she could make sure he was paying attention to her, and not getting overwhelmed by his anxiety.

"He's not an awesome Norse God like Thor, he doesn't have enhanced strength or regenerates as quickly as Captain America does. He's not a trained assassin like the Black Widow- he's just some some rich genius asswipe who happens to build extraordinary weapons and keeps risking his life to protect us, and right now he needs our help!"

Chest heaving from her outburst, Darcy met Selvig's glassy gaze with dry green eyes. Jane gently grasped Darcy's shoulder, pulling her away from the professor.

Selvig glanced at Jane, who looked up at him and asked gently, "Dr. Banner is your friend. Can't we do anything for him?"

"...Bruce has been working on controlling his anger. I don't know what it is that triggered the Hulk..," Selvig sighed woefully, his anxiety calming down. "..but I think you were right, Jane. Darcy did manage to calm the Hulk down in the hallway, but..." There was a loud crash from outside the building, and Selvig flinched. "..I think he'll be a lot harder to talk to, right now."

"I just got to make sure he hears me, is all." Darcy grinned deviously. "I know just what to do."

- A/N: I was so excited to share this chapter with everyone because of all the feedback I was getting, but I haven't proofread it yet... ;3;

Sooo much lovely feedback (on FF and AO3!) Thank you guys, a lot of people have said that this story is 'fun'. That makes me so happy because this story is so much fun for me to write. c:

here's a hint for the next chapter; FINALLY A STEVE/DARCY MOMENT. And Tony tells Natasha she was right about their little body guard.