Clint and I continue walk around, turning down hallway after hallway and flight of stairs after flight of stairs. Until we suddenly find Natasha.
"Nat!" We both shout, running over to her. I lightly smack her face around a little bit as she sits motionlessly on some stairs. Not moving, not talking, not registering anything. It's like she's completely in her own mind...
Clint pulls my hands away and places his on each of her cheeks, shaking her head a little.
"Oh, like that's so much better?" I mutter.
"Natasha, we could really use a lullaby right about now." Tony's voice is heard through the coms. I wince.
"Yeah, that's not gonna happen. Not for awhile," Clint says as he takes one of Natasha's arms and around his around his neck. I do the same with the other arm. "The whole team is down besides Casey and I. You got no backup here." Clint informs. Tony pauses for a moment.
"I'm calling in Veronica." Tony says.
"Tony, no! It hasn't come to that yet!" I shout at him. Nervous pouring out of my every pore.
"You haven't seen what I've seen Case. She's the only one who can stop him." Tony says strictly.
"Please, don't do this." I worry.
"I have to."
Up in space, a machine splits off and apart of it starts heading directly at Bruce.
Everyone except Tony walks out of the boat to meet the sight of the jet that had self-landed, waiting for us to board. Granted, Clint and I have to help them stand, but it's fine. We quickly bring them all on board, sitting them in chairs.
Clint, and I stand in front of them all.
"What are we going to do with them exactly?" Clint asks.
"I can fix this." I murmur, thoughts of what's going on with Bruce at the front of my mind. I lean forward, going to each avenger and taking the magic out of their heads. After they all look groggy and everything is done, I leave the group and wait for Clint to start flying this thing.
Worry rumbles in my stomach as I go through scenario after scenario, the outcomes of this. I sit down in a chair and criss-cross my legs, my chin leaning against my hand. I physically wince as one of the thousands of scenarios going through my head right now show Bruce... dead.
"Can we hurry, please." I say, my voice hardened. Clint nods sharply before speeding the jet faster.
I keep fidgeting and tossing around in my seat, unable to keep still.
"He's gonna be alright." Natasha's voice greets as she sits down next to me.
"Physically, Yes. Mentally? Hell, no. If Wanda did what I know she did, Bruce has hurt a lot of people, Nat. You think he's gonna be alright with that?" I ask, slightly lashing out at her. I turn away and bathe in my nerves, the feeling of having to vomit it prominent throughout my whole body.
Thanks to Clints amazing flying skills, we reach Bruce and Tony quickly. I practically jump off of my seat and head over to the doorway. I stumble back a little, seeing Tony carrying a passed out looking Bruce. Thor instantly heads over and places him in a chair.
I walk through the doorway of the jet and gasp upon seeing all the damage done. I can't believe he did this. I can't believe the hulk could get this violent. I feel Tony's presence close behind me.
"Casualties?" I whisper, my voice a little wobbly.
"A lot." He explains vaguely. I place a hand over my mouth, trying not to cry as I not only think about what all these families have and are going to go through but also how Bruce is going to cope with all he did today.
I quickly shut the door and head back to my seat, glancing over at Bruce who sat next to me over a small console.
"Fly this thing home, bird brain." I order.
"Yes, ma'am." Clint says sarcastically. The jet rises before we start heading back to the avenger towers.
Bruce eventually wakes up, confused and worried. Tony shows us all the videos and articles that were made in such a short time. Bruce's face turns into one of agony and repulsion. I cry for him. I cry for the families. I cry for the people who are now scared of the hulk.
People scatter throughout the jet. Bruce slides down from his seat and wraps himself in the blanket he's had since he got on and leaning against the console.
"Do you want to listen to opera?" I ask, whispering over at Bruce as he nuzzles into the blanket.
"No, Case. I don't want to listen to opera." Bruce croaks.
"Do you want me to sing you opera?" I say a little louder, trying to get him to smile a little bit.
"No! Casey. I don't want to listen or hear any opera. I'm not in the mood." He snaps, making me flinch back. I sigh deeply and turn my head to look over at Steve, even more concerned about Bruce than before.
"The news is loving you guys. No body else is," Hills voice rings out through the jet. "There's been no official call for banners arrest but it's in the air." Hill sighs.
"The stark relief foundation?" Tony asks.
"Already on the scene," she responds immediately. "How's the team?" She asks.
"Everyone's... we took a hit. We'll shake it off." Tony reassures her. I inhale deeply.
"Well, for now, id stay in stealth mode. And stay away from here." Hill suggests.
"Wait. We're not going home?" I ask, standing up. I want to sleep in my own bed. Cry, in my own shower. Tony looks at me from over his shoulder for only a moment before returning to Hill on screen.
"So, run and hide?" He asks.
"Until we can find Ultron, I don't have a lot else to offer." Hill says. Tony turns around and looks at everyone before looking me in the eye.
"Neither do we." He says. I internally groan, but let out a loud sigh as I sit back down. He turns off the tablet and I am glad. Hills annoying me. I watch as he walks up to Clint.
"Hey, you wanna switch out?" Tony asks.
"No, I'm good. If you wanna get some sleep, nows a good time because we're still a few hours out."
"Few hours from where?"
"A safe house." Clint says. I look at the team and realize no one else heard. I walk up to the two of them.
"What safe house?" I ask. It's never been mentioned. Images of Clint working for the bad guys flashes through my mind. The suspicions I've had all alone.
"The secret I've been keeping from you, Case. Sorry about that by the way." He says, glancing up at me for a hot minute.
My worry and suspicion still creep around. And as everyone sleeps that night, I stay up. Sitting in my chair and watching Clint fly.
That morning I walk up to the large window to see where Clints flying and look at the buildings a little distance away. It looks to be... a really rusty old barn with a really nice house. We start heading to the ground.
"Where are we?" I murmur.
"Home." I hear Clint say. I look at him in confusion as he walks past me, helping Nat up and eventually needing her help to walk after we finish landing.
I ignore it for now. I'll kick his ass later. I crouch down in front of Bruce who's still snuggling his blanket like it's the things that's going to protect him from the world.
I rip it off.
"Hey, Hey! What are you doing?" He croaks out.
"Come on. You can't wear that the whole time. You'll die of... heat." I try. Bruce doesn't give anymore reaction but rolls his head to the side and continues to look off into the distance.
"Ok. So everyone hates you. I don't. The avengers don't. Literally all the people who love and care and know the real you, love you. You can regain the people's trust, but you'll never get the chance to if your sitting on the uncomfortable floor of a jet... so get up!" I ramble. He looks at me, still void of any deep emotion.
But I smile as he holds his hand out for me to take. I pull him up and walk with him in the sort of line we've created as we start walking through the grass, heading to the house.
I narrow my eyes at Clint as he continues to help Natasha.
"Somethings going on with Clint. We might get answers here, or not. I just hope my suspicions are wrong." I mutter.
"Suspicions? About Clint? Like what?" Bruce asks, looking very confused.
"Secret phone calls. Distant. Little more weird and irritable... I don't know. I can't explain it. I just feel like Clint is hiding something big from us."