Doorman (MCU SI)

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DoorMan #24

Canadian Wilderness [January 18, 2008]

–Bruce Banner–

He had resigned himself to this fate, to running from the government for all his life. Resigned himself to inevitably encountering them, turned into the Hulk, and then wake up somewhere else with the blood of unknown people on his hands, and clothes. More than once, he had scrubbed his skin off when he had woken up, with his hands and fists covered in blood, more than likely to be of some soldier who was just following orders and had no business being near the Monster that was the Hulk.

So, when Ross finally found and cornered him here, in the middle of nowhere, in Canada, he had once again, resigned himself to get hurt, blackout, and then wake up somewhere else with literal blood and guts on his body, only to be violently taken aback as someone with an orange suit landed right in the middle of the standoff he had with the Military that was inevitably going to turn violent.

He was unsure what this new variable was going to do, so he opted to observe his actions and he had to say, standing in a translucent box, he was very much glad that he listened to his instincts and did not do anything overt.

Watching the man not just tank bullets but also destroy multiple missiles, was, in a way, relieving. It was proof that he was not the only monster in the world. That there were multiple others just like him out there.

Despite the danger the orange suit fellow had put himself in, the fact that there were people out there who could do things just like him calmed him down a bit and made him feel a sense of peace after a long time of running in despair.

Ross had long since left the battlefield, as was expected of him since the man was usually one of the very few people who survived all the encounters with the Hulk with all his limbs intact. Through the multiple transformations he had undergone, he knew that the Hulk only targeted the ones who attacked him, usually attacking with the intent of getting away from the fight, something that he only noticed recently.

It would also not kill all of the attackers, despite having the opportunity to. That was small mercies but it also meant that he was now effectively a mass murderer and more importantly, a traitor since he had killed multiple armed soldiers under the government's employ.

Still, some hope seems to have returned if this obviously powerful and resourceful person had come to his rescue. He did not know what was waiting for him but watching all the soldiers being forced to retreat was a welcome sight, especially since he was watching all of this from the safety of a box that was Doors on all sides.

Some sort of energy projections capable of taking immense damage and benign stacked on top of each other, as he was now in an enclosed space. He had flinched at first when the first few bullets struck the doors but by the time the confrontation ended, there was a pile of bullets all around him and he was not worried about them at all.

Seeing that everyone was retreating, looking fearfully at the one man who stopped their advance, he was about to say something when the orange man abruptly stopped. Even from a distance and within his safe box, he felt the air change as he squinted at the now glowing man who jumped.

He shared looks with the soldiers who were frozen still and as if some sort of shared command was shared between them, scrambled to retreat, to go back to their camp or something.

He sighed and slumped on the ground, pushing with his legs at the doors and sighing once more when he saw that they refused to budge. He was just another prisoner then. It was just his luck. At Least this time, it was someone who might be able to save people around him if he ever turned back into that monster.

"Hello." His neck snapped up as he saw something that made him do a double take. A small purple speck of light floated in front of him. He must have gone mad because he just heard a voice and some part of him was telling him that this purple speck was the source of that voice.

He leaned back on the door, using it as a cushion, hard as it was, to get his bearings.

"Hello?" He looked around as the voice echoed in the chamber once more.

"Who's there?" Technically, nothing should have come inside since there was no visible space for someone to enter the box. He was unsure how much longer his oxygen supply would last if the chamber was airtight. That orange person better come back soon because if the Hulk came out, this barrier stood no chance of surviving the monster's fists.

"Yes, I am the one speaking. Follow the light, please." The slightly patronising voice indeed came from the speck of light as it zoomed all around the chamber before stopping right in front of him.

"Hello?"

"How many times will you make me say that? Anyways, while he is dealing with the Army General, I have some questions for you."

He gulped and nodded, "Okay."

"Alright, do you wish to come under our protection? I can guarantee safe space, essentially guaranteed along with solitude if that is what you wish."

His throat suddenly felt dry, and not just because the last water he had drunk that was not ice was a day ago, and replied, "What are the conditions?" Even in this condition, he knew that there was no such thing as a free lunch.

"Ah, a smart cookie. I like your kind. Ideally, taking you off the radar of the world's governments would be all we need but if you are amenable to that, we can arrange for research equip–"

"No!" He shouted and then continued in a smaller voice, "No, I will not be working to make another one like me. You will not get any blood sample, not even a speck of knowledge from me if that is your aim. I will make this clear upfront." He could feel the Hulk stirring from deep within, as the perceived threat to his being reared its ugly head.

"No. Why would we need another one of you if we have you? No, what I meant is other research. You will have your freedom to do so but that is just secondary. The primary objective is making sure that the world does not descend into yet another arm's race because everyone and their grandmas know that you exist."

The light then brightened briefly, "Tell you what, this is the only requirement we have from you, keep our secrets. You will inevitably be exposed to stuff that the world does not know about if you are going to work with that guy, and all I need is a guarantee that you will not expose our secrets to the rest of the world. Alright?"

He hesitated a bit because what if these were hardened criminals but then he remembered that the stress of working with such people would eventually mark the return of the Hulk anyway and he would escape them anyway, so he nodded, "Yes." Anyway, he had to get out of here quickly.

Who knows what Ross might come back with? This time it was missiles, which was new because that level of heavy ordinance was only bought out when he turned into the monster, at least that is what he collected from the brief flashes of memory he got from his time as the Monster.

He then flinched as the sound of something hitting the ground came to him. Through the dust, he tensed as he saw the slight orange hue of the person.

He stood up, tense and wary as the Doors all dissipated into motes of light, and the purple speck of light flickered before appearing right next to the Orange person's head. He had to get that person's name because calling him the Orange person was getting odd, in his head.

He gingerly shook the hand of the person, "Dr.Banner, I assume my partner briefed you on the requirements in exchange for protection?"

He nodded hastily as the man summoned yet another Door and gestured for him to stand atop it. This one was a bit larger, and clearly meant for multiple people to step on. He noticed the dozens of smaller doors attached to every angle of the larger Door.

He wondered what they were for.

His questions were soon answered as the Door steadily lifted off the ground. It wobbled a bit but then he saw the reason why. The smaller doors were releasing jets of air so that the larger Door could move about.

"Fascinating." He muttered to himself as he rubbed his glasses that were totally the wrong prescription but beggars could not be choosers, especially when the Hulk destroyed his glasses and he had to pick the closest glasses he could find.

Stepping closer, he saw that the forests were passing by at a much faster speed than he expected them to, especially since there were no buffeting winds at this speed.

Again, "Fascinating."

He had a hunch this was going to be, if nothing else, an interesting experience nonetheless. Experiencing what must come closest to unaided flight was a reward on its own.



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