Bruce woke with a start. He opened his eyes and quickly shut them because the world was too bright and too white.

Great, he thought, I'm dead, exactly what I wanted, but I really don't think I should be in Heaven though.

He blinked to adjust to the light. Nope, not Heaven, just an empty hospital room. Why would Ross want him in a hospital? Wouldn't he be afraid that he would destroy it?

He sat up expecting to be tied down but he was pleasantly surprised that he wasn't. He waited for someone to rush him and drug him back to sleep, but no one came. This is it. His chance to escape.

In the back of his mind the idea that this was a trap crept out, but he pushed thought back. He didn't want to go back to being experimented on. He wanted to go back to Brazil. Or maybe go some where new like India. Bruce didn't usually get what he wanted, but damnit, this time he will!

He quickly undid his IV and unplugged himself from all the machines. When he got up he realized he was wearing a hospital robe, he wasn't going to make his great escape in a hospital robe. He slipped out of his room and into the nurses locker room. Luckily no one was in there. He ditched the robe and grabbed a pair of scrub bottoms, a plain white shirt, sneakers and a hoodie. He causally made his way to the elevator and put his hood up once inside to hide his face.

He nonchalantly made his way across the lobby, just as a large group of people came through the door. He pulled his hood a little farther as he made his way passed them.

"Bruce?" A voice came from behind him. He froze and cursed to himself and at himself. He shouldn't have stopped, now they would know. He kept walking, he prayed that it was a case of mistaken identity, but nope because another voice called out his name. The panic seeped in and Bruce ran.

"Bruce! Bruce buddy, stop, come back!" Another voice called out, but Bruce wasn't going to stop, ever, he was getting out of there.

He sprinted through the doors, knocking a few people out of the way doing so. He paused to check his surroundings. A crowded city, wonderful. He heard people calling his name, asking him to stop, and they were getting closer. He quickly turned and ran.

He knew that they were still following, so he turned corners abruptly, crossed streets, and knocked over trash cans. Anything to slow his pursuers down. He hadn't run this much or this fast since Ross was after him in Brazil, hopefully he wouldn't get away the same way.

Bruce turned down an alley. There was a chain-link fence halfway down, but he could make it. He had climbed higher. He made it to fence and was about to start climbing, when a voice stopped him. He couldn't make it over with someone so close.

"Bruce please." The voice pleaded. He turned around and saw a women with short red hair, she didn't have a gun out, but he could tell there was one on her. This was new though, usually it's a bunch of large men with large guns, he thought.

She kept moving towards him and he backed up against the fence, he looked like a terrified trapped animal. He put his hands up, but they were shaking. "Look," He tried to say confidently while trying to catch his breath, "I don't want to hurt you."

"Bruce, I don't want to hurt you either." She said calmly.

That was a lie and that made him mad. They were hunting him down, they might as well be honest with him. "Really?" He spat. "Then why are you chasing me down to take me back to Ross? If you don't want to hurt me, then let me go." He said, his voice shaking with fear with slightest bit of anger.

"Bruce, why do you-" The women paused, thinking about what he said. She kept walking towards him though and Bruce couldn't back up anymore. He was trapped. "Do you know who I am?"

"No, of course not." He said bitterly. "Don't usually go around getting on a first name basis with the people who hunt me."

"Oh, Bruce…" She said sadly. Bruce frowned and grew a little madder. He didn't need her pity, just for her to go away. "You don't remember me?" She questioned again. He frowned again and shook his head. "I'm Nata- Bruce! Your arm." She started.

Bruce looked down, there was blood soaking through his sweatshirt. He lifted up the sleeve and saw blood soaked gauze. How did this happen? Bruce didn't remember, his head wasn't working right.

Bruce felt a hand on his shoulder. He used the little Brazilian jiu jitsu he knew and took her hand and flipped her. Usually Natasha could defend herself again anyone, but she was caught off guard. She hit the ground, hard.

"Shit, I'm sorry." He said, but she didn't move. Something shot passed his head and hit a trash can behind him. That was a little more familiar. He looked at the trashcan and found an arrow embedded it. He followed the line of trajectory up to find a man on top of the building with a bow. His first thought was 'that man should be dead', but he quickly pushed thought away.

"I'm sorry, Bruce." The man said. Bruce just looked at him confused. There was a hiss from behind him, he turned to find the gas coming the arrow. He looked back up at the man. "I'm sorry."

Bruce pulled the shirt up over his mouth. "I'm sorry." He said again to the women and she stirred a little. He quickly scrambled over the fence. He looked back to watch as he ran. The man jumped down from the building and pulled the women out of the way of the gas.

Because his head was turned, he ran straight into someone. Two giant arms held him.

"NO! No, please. Please let me go! Please!" Bruce pleaded desperately as he struggled against man holding him. "Let me go! Please! Just let me go!" He yelled and slipped out of the person's hold. He stumbled backwards and tripped over a row of trash bags. He fell backwards, hitting his head on the brick wall of the building with a deafening crack.

"Dr. Banner, are you okay?" Steve said trying to help him up.

Bruce slowly got up, his hand going straight to the back of his head. He looked at who was helping him. "Steve?" Then suddenly he remembered everything. It was like the floodgates opened and all these memories flooded into his mind. He probably just hurt Natasha, Clint was supposed to be dead, but again he was alive, his team actually came to rescue him.

Everything coming back to him made his head swim, plus the pain from hitting his head, it was too overwhelming. It caused Bruce to black out again.

Steve caught him before he fell again, just as Tony flew into the alley with his suit. He lifted his faceplate up. "God, Steve. What did you do to him?" He joked.

"Shut up Tony. He hit his head." He explained, annoyed. "Can you help me with him?"

Yay I got another chapter done without months in between! I'm getting better at not torturing you guys as much!

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