This is an old story that I've sort of retro fit with better writing and stuff. It is unfinished but I am newly invigorated by discovering it again and intend to finish it. It is not Avengers 2 compliant; it is caught up to TWS. I haven't seen Thor 2, sadly. I have spoiled some parts of it for myself accidentally, so I'll use what I know there.

First, I challenged myself when I created this OC by picking a random page from the Superpower wiki. My first result was essentially induced tranquility. I thought, for a Bruce Banner fic, that was a little too easy so I spun again for something a little more unique.

I would highly recommend this fun little quirk for crafting Avengers OC's, it has been challenging and rewarding to write this. I would also like to add that I don't have a beta reader and I am too shy to go out and search for one. Mistakes will be made! Forgive me!

Onward!

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing of Marvel's.

Chapter One - He Follows Generous Friends

Bruce Banner could not believe that this was his new normal. The third intolerably loud explosion in the last half hour disturbed his sleek work desk sending pens and pencils to the floor all a-clatter. About ninety-eight percent of him was sure that he did not want to see what was going on in the room next to his. He had to keep reminding himself, whatever it was, it definitely didn't need investigating. Then there was that pesky three percent which had him convinced that this time – this time, for sure – Tony had certainly blown himself to pieces.

He massaged the bridge of his nose with the thumb and index finger of his right hand. Living alone in India was easier for him, in a way. Adjusting to life alongside another person was difficult on it's own, adjusting to life alongside Tony Stark was a whole different animal. Sometimes Bruce took mental inventory of the wits he had lost that day as he lay in his bed before dozing off. Yet, there was something about Tony that made him endearing. Sort of like termites; once they get into the frame, they're impossible to shake lose.

"Dr. Banner?" Bruce shook himself loose of his thoughts as JARVIS's pleasant voice echoed throughout the lab.

"Yes, JARVIS?" Bruce replied as he lifted his coffee to his lips. Ugh. Cold.

"I hate to disturb you, sir, but you see, Mr. Stark has need of your immediate assistance." Judging by the tone of the computer butler, it wasn't serious enough to warrant a 911 call.

"What's he done, JARVIS?"

"Perhaps you had better see for yourself, sir."

Bruce raised his eyebrows, inhaling and exhaling a world weary sigh. He set his coffee cup down, shoved one hand in his pocket and passed the other over his face. With a resolute nod to himself, he started towards the door leading out of his work space.

He strolled into what Tony referred to as his 'rec room' wherein he tested out all of the 'projects' he developed out of boredom. There were several new scorch marks all over the walls and ceiling. A few of the metal wall panels hung and swung precariously from their places. Tony himself was pinned against a wall by a rather peculiar looking piece of machinery. The mad scientist looked – at most – inconvenienced and not at all concerned with the few flicking wires spitting sparks swinging about the contraption. Tony locked eyes with Bruce, clearly anticipating whatever clever comment Bruce was about to make. Somewhere behind the both of them a wall panel clattered noisily to the floor.

"Is that new? It looks good on you, Tony." Bruce said quirking his mouth into a sardonic smirk.

"Oh – this old thing?" Tony shot back. "I was planning on wearing it to the spring cotillion, you don't find it a little too...I don't know. Flashy?" He used his one free arm to gesticulate dramatically.

"Actually, I thought it made you look like more of a wallflower." Bruce replied with emphasis on the 'wall'. His eyes shone brightly as he was very aware of his verbal victory.

"No. I can not- No puns. Ever. That is against the rules." Tony pointed forcefully towards the wall to his left. "There is- was a sign there detailing this. Did you not read- Doesn't matter. You already did it. It's done. I thought you were better than that." Tony sulked. An odd silence filled the room. Bruce idly rubbed his chin and Tony still pouted.

"Are you gonna-"

"Yeah, let me help you with that." Bruce rushed over to his fallen comrade.

"Power it down first." Tony nodded his head to where the machine was plugged into the wall mounted power array. Bruce traced the proper cord and pulled. It came out with little effort and the subtle hum of electricity came silent. Bruce rushed over and began to push the giant metal canister looking machine off of Tony Stark. Tony used his good arm to push out while Bruce rolled it sideways. After a moment or two of strain the big silver beast rolled off of Tony and clanged onto the floor beside him. With a moan of relief Tony stood to stretch and dust himself off.

"Thanks, pal."

"No problem." Bruce replied. Tony sauntered over to a surprisingly intact mini fridge to grab a cold beverage. "What exactly happened?" Bruce finally asked.

"Well, I was testing my Bolt Cannon, which, funny enough, started out as an advanced bug zapper. You know how I am though, sometimes concepts run away from me." Tony pondered as he cracked open a beer. "Needless to say, there is a bit of a recoil issue."

"A bit." Replied Bruce skeptically.

"Anyway, I was just tinkering. I actually had something I wanted to show you." Tony declared. He strolled over to his desk and with a flourish of his hand a multitude of Stark Tech holographic work screens appeared as if by magic. "I've been doing my weekly snoop through Fury's personal correspondence." He gave a side eyed look at Bruce. "You know how I like to keep him honest."

"Go on."

"Don't spoil the drama, Bruce. It's a part of my process." Tony reprimanded. "As I was saying," Tony's hands deftly navigated through Fury's complexly woven security network until at last he found what he sought, "X marks the spot." He marveled, his eyes alight with mischief. He beckoned for his friend to look closer. "What do you make of 'Project Lightfoot', Dr. Banner?"

And with that declaration a flurry of images, case files, and recordings revealed themselves in a multitude.

"Who is she?" Bruce queried, examining the screen close enough to illuminate his features with a ghostly blue. Tony sidled up beside him.

"The only name that pops up in this file is Lightfoot. It makes sense when you see what she does, other than that, I'm clueless." Tony paused to scratch his intricately sculpted facial hair. "But I do have a sneaking suspicion that we should be expecting an addition to the family."