Avengers: Imagines

(Requested by: @KyraMendenhall)

Scene: You are captured by HYDRA and experimented on.

"Are you sure you'll be okay?" Your boyfriend, Bruce Banner, asks, worried. You only laughed. "You know I can handle myself." He wished you goodnight as you walked off into the night. You realized you wouldn't make it to the next bus in time if you didn't take a shortcut. You saw an alley that cut straight to where you needed to go.

And then, you were scared. Of course, you had the best thought in the world.

Why don't I play music out loud? I mean, what person is going to murder me to Ariana Grande?

So you turned on your music and began to play Problem by Ariana Grande, featuring Iggy Azalea.

"Baby, even though I hate ya,
I wanna love ya.
I want you-hoo-hoo.

And even though I can't forgive ya,
I really want to.
I want you-hoo-hoo."

You sang along to the lyrics. Loudly. After all, no one was there to tell you otherwise, except for some screeching cats. You even did a little skip as you pretended you were in a music video.

"Tell me, tell me baby.
Why can't you leave me?
Cause even though I shouldn't want it,
I gotta have it.
I want you-hoo-hoo!

Head in the clouds,
Got no weight on my shoul-ders.
I should be wiser
And realize that I've got
One less problem without ya.
I got one less problem without ya.
I got one less problem without ya.
I got one less, one less-"

Suddenly, you heard a thud from behind you. You quickly turned around to see a man with a black hood standing there. "You have nice voice." He complimented you in a thick Russian accent. "Too bad it won't last." You were quickly backing away.

Bruce had warned you about HYDRA agents. He told you, and you knew, that if you dated him, you'd be a constant target for them.

So what? It's true love.
You thought.

"But the lyrics are right." He continued. You had suddenly forgot every defense move Natasha had ever shown you. "I will have one less problem without you in my way." He ran towards you and hit your head against the wall behind you.

You looked up as your vision was about to go out. You saw half of his face and his menacing smile. "Oh, and after we are done," His teeth were silver shards. "You and your little boyfriend will be a... well, a monster match!" He laughed as you fell into unconsciousness.

*****
You woke up on in a metallic chair in a dimly-lit room. Your hands were shackled to the chair arms. Around you, people in lab coats and holding clipboards scuffled around the room. They were shouting across the room in Russian, and you strained to remember some of the words Nat had taught you for fun one time.

"Serum... Work... Blood... Surgery... Complete... Rage..." You had no idea why those were the words she taught you. But still, they came in handy. At least, in this situation.

Then, a person in a lab coat plugged a wire up to some kind of head cover on you. "Pain... Sorry." Panic flushed through your system at the two words you recognized. He then hooked the other end to a machine in front of you. Before he did anything else, a man stood in front of you and you realized that he was the man that had knocked you unconscious.

"Hello, pretty. We put serum in your veins. We had been testing it for years, for replication of Banner's. We also put tracker in you. When serum works, you will have one mission, and one mission only." He grinned again, and you could smell bad meat and something else in his metal mouth... Blood.

You wriggled in the shackles, trying to back away from him as much as possible. "And, what is that?" You grunted out each word. He smiled sickly, as if he relished in the repulsiveness of what he was about to say.

"End. Him." You stared in horror as he laughed maniacally and the man by the machine pulled down a lever. That's when the raw pain and mad rage began.

*****
Bruce knew it. He knew something didn't feel right as you walked down that alleyway. He felt so stupid. He should never have left your side. He had gone home, and immediately he got a message from you.

Made it home safe! Thanks beau! XOXO

He knew it wasn't you. You usually only text him goodnight. That, or you ask him a question by starting it with: "Wassup, Broccoli?" He didn't like the nickname at first, because Tony usually used it on him, but he secretly loved it when you called him that.

He stared at the text for about an hour, trying to be rational, but he was kind of a hormonal rage monster when it came to you. It was like every emotion was emphasized. Especially attraction, and, well, anger. As bad scenarios flew threw his mind of what could have happened to you, he was getting more stressed, worried, and angry.

Soon enough, he was large and green. "(Y/N)!!!" He shouted as he broke through the front door and tore through the city to get someone to help him find you. It was his top priority.

*****
The pain was unbearable. You were screaming at the top of your lungs as it felt like fire pumped from the machine into your body. You writhed and tore at the air, trying to escape. "It's not working!" One of the lab coats shouted. Your attacker put out a hand to silence them. "Patience! It will work, or else this was all a waste!"

How can he just stand there? What are they doing to me?

Suddenly, anger and rage flew through you. It was like an even hotter fire, no, lava. Something changed. You felt it. Your skin, it was, icy. Your eyes felt like rocks in your skull. Your teeth suddenly pierced your tongue and you yelled in pain. But you didn't recognize your own voice. It was scratchy, rough, like you had a bad cold.

"What have you done to me?" You screeched. You opened your eyes. "Shield your eyes!" Your attacker shouted. You looked to see your arms were hard as stone. Then, something moved in your back. The thing seemed to be connected to your spine and had grown out of you. You looked up to see... Nope.

Nope, not happening. Nuh, uh.

Wings. They were large and black, and sort of leathery. But, they were kind of pretty. They curved to points, and they weren't daggers like dragon ones or anything. You also noticed... Ha!

A tail sprouted from your rear end, short and a bit reptilian-like. It was barely noticeable, unless someone were staring straight at your behind. Of course, it could only get worse. You felt small horns on your head. Anger was still pulsing throughout your body.

Then, metal mouth mistakenly thought he could talk to you. "Remember your mission!" You growled at him, but a shock came to your mind. It was like a thousand voices were shouting in your head. "END HIM! END HIM! END HIM! END HIM!" They chanted. You screamed as you clutched your temples.

"Stop it! Make it stop! I. DON'T. WANT. TO!" Your captor just laughed. "It will not stop until you complete your mission." You growled and leaped at him. Before you knew it, he was flung against the wall, and his arm was ripped off. "MAKE IT STOP!" You shouted at the other lab coats. You realized they were still shielding their eyes.

"LOOK AT ME!" The man that spoke up earlier barely unshielded his eyes before he made perfect eye contact with you and suddenly... turned to stone. The other lab coats all stared at him in horror as they screamed and ran away.

What did I do? Please be temporary...

You didn't have any idea what to do, because the only thought in your head was the voices shouting, "END HIM!" You didn't know what was going on as your muscles seemed to act by themselves as they made you crash through the brick wall. And then, you were outside.

              In the middle of New York City.

*****
Screaming. Children. Blood. Everywhere.

People were running away from you as your brain was on one setting: End. Him.

It was your mission, your purpose. You could not think, eat, or sleep until it was accomplished. Suddenly, you saw him. He was in his regular form, leading a troop of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents your way. You flew through the crowd, dead set on his location.

You landed in front of him. The voices were screaming again. "END HIM!" But something registered in his eyes, recognition, fear, pain, love?

"(Y/N)?" He looked up at you, but not your eyes. You screeched at him. Sadness washed over his features "(Y/N), I'm so, so very sorry. I-" You swept a clawed hand out that hit Bruce into the next building over. The agents all aimed their guns at you. The thing was, you only recognized faces. No memories or feelings could be paired with them, only if you kill them or spare them.

"Don't shoot!" A beaten Bruce shouted from the ground. You turned back in his direction. "I swear, I will make it better-" You threw him into another building. "(Y/N), please, it's all my fault. Just please-" Glass broke. "Let me he-" A ledge fell. "(Y/N), please!"

His pleads and cries got more desperate and sad as you beat him and broke him. He was bleeding all over, he had deep gashes and probably broken bones, but he continued to tell the agents not to shoot. You finally cornered him, ready to make the last strike.

And then, the agents began shooting you. Bullets only ricocheted off your back, but you became livid. You roared at them as you swept agents off their feet. You recognized Steve, Clint, and Natasha. They were all hesitating to harm you. "(Y/N)! Stop!" Steve shouted at you. You turned to another group of agents, and they all turned to stone.

"What are you doing? (Y/N), you need to stop!" Clint yelled at you, but now none of them were looking at you. The Avengers had been your friends ever since you met Bruce. They helped you take care of his green side, and you in return helped keep his green side dormant.

You attacked them, throwing a parked car at them. They were pushed against the building as you went back to Bruce. Deep inside, you were surprised that he hadn't turned into the Hulk yet. He should have been angry and bashing your head in.

He made eye contact with you and before you knew it... No. The transformation rushed across him, turning his last look of dry hope into lasting fear. He had become a part of the building and sidewalk he had been touching as he sat down. You quit hovering above the ground and dropped to the pavement.

A strange feeling came over you, like an egg had been cracked on your head and the cool liquid was oozing down your spine. Before you knew it, you were no longer an icy beast, but a crying heap on the sidewalk.

"NO!!!" You cried into the night. You were clutching to Bruce's still, stone body. "NO! Bruce, please! I'm sorry!" Clint, Steve, and Natasha all limped over to you, wary as to if they should approach.

He didn't move. He was still staring at the spot you were earlier, completely paralyzed.

You wished from the bottom of your heart that you could hear his husky voice one last time. "Please, you stupid moron." You joked dryly as the others watched you.

Silence and sorrow enveloped you for what felt like hours. Your heart seemed to stop and time seemed to slow, as if in memory of the most brilliant and wonderful person you had ever loved.

*****
"And this, kids, is the memorial statue of Dr. Bruce Banner. His discoveries in gama radiation are still being used today."

A teacher led a group of seven-year-olds around the "memorial statue" and into the museum about him. Really, you knew the truth.

You were the reason the statue was there. Because of you, Bruce was a stone and he never got to live out his life. He had a museum dedicated to what small amount of life he had before you ruined it forever.

You sat on the bench across the street as you watched the kids poke his cheeks and the buttons on his ripped jacket. One little girl sat next to him and began talking to him when she was alone. You smiled softly. It had been almost four years. You were put under S.H.I.E.L.D.'s protection, seeing as the genetic mutation was all HYDRA's fault. You owned a house in Ohio, in a small town, away from large cities.

You sighed as you got up and placed the bouquet of roses in his other hand. The little girl looked up at you and smiled, and you saw her two front teeth were missing. "Miss? Are you (Y/N)?" Your eyes widened. "Uh, yeah. Why?" The girl shrugged innocently. "I think this is for you." She pulled something out from behind Bruce, and you gasped.

It was a small, worn box, with your name written in marker on the top. You slowly took it from her hands and carefully opened the lid. Inside was a small note and... A ring. Tears escaped your eyes as you unfolded the note.

"Hey, (Y/N). If I wasn't able to give this to you personally, I just wanted to say, I love you. It was my mother's, and I wanted to give it to you. You are the best, most loving, most caring, most intelligent, and by far the most beautiful woman I have ever met. I would be in every way honored if you would accept my hand to spend the rest of our lives together.

Yours truly,
Bruce"

You read the bottom as you noticed tears dripped onto the already water-worn paper. You held both the note and the box close to your heart as you smiled down to the little girl. "Thank you. Thank you so much." The teacher of the little girl called her back.

You walked back home, smiling sadly to yourself as a light rain began to fall. You smirked. Bruce always did love the rain.

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A/N: Hello, perfect and spunky fans! I'm sorry I took so long. I feel evil for writing this.

(Mwahahahaha!!! Oops.)

Anyway, comment if you think I should do an alternate ending. (Hopefully happier.) Oh, and requests are running low. Please message me, I need some diversity!

Thanks a bunch!
~Sports_books_1816