@gammagreen yoinked from this open starter if you’d like!
It had been three days since Bruce Banner could remember anything. Three days since there was anything but green, anything but the flash of a slight error in the lab that resulted in an explosion. When he woke up he couldn’t really tell where he was but the fact he was near a river and it was cooler and there were actual real trees told him he was far from Manhattan. Bruce walked with the tatters of his clothes until he found a road.
Occasionally luck was with him and he could find some discarded clothes, maybe something that had blown out of a car, but not this time. Instead it was a steady walk until he came upon a small town. He managed to find a house on the outskirts of town that had some laundry drying outside and as much as he hated to do it he stole a pair of pants and a shirt that looked close to his size. The pants were worn and a size too big but the flannel shirt thankfully fit fairly close.
After scouting around a bit he found a payphone and called the number that would put him on directly to the Tower. “I… I need help. I need a pick up. Clothes, shoes, money, everything.” He said as he tried to fight the fatigue and incredible headache that made him want to crawl off and hide somewhere for a few days.
There was an ominous silence on the other end of the line before the one who had answered deigned to speak.
“Oh dear, Bruce.” He would surely recognise those deadly silken tones. “We are in a bad spot, aren’t we? It seems your friends are out on duty. Luckily for you, I happened to drop in, and I’m in a generous mood. Why don’t you tell me the override code for the Quinjets and I’ll be sure to collect you.”
As untrustworthy as he sounded, Loki was being genuine. He might well have been on a short leash but he was willing to bet he could stretch it by helping an Avenger in need.
