(NOT JUST A LOKI STORY - this story is about many marvel characters as well as Esther Mason and Loki Laufeyson)
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Once upon a time, there was a sweet little girl with a loving family.
She had everything she wanted.
She lived a life of peace and plea...
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NATASHA:
I bring the bike to a stop slowly, flexing my fingers that were holding the handles for at least an hour. I put my finger to my ear. "You guys go on ahead to the coast and find where Esther and Loki went. Bruce and I will work on finding Barton."
"Keep in touch. I want to know if anything happens, got it?" Tony says.
"Come on I've got the Hulk with me, remember?" I smirk a bit.
"...That's what I'm worried about."
I hesitate and look over at my raging partner that's tossing some broken cars to contain his rage.
He's loud and those creatures are attracted to that.
I can hear some screeching in the distance that frightens me a tad. I need to calm him down now. But how?
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"Bruce..." I say carefully. "You need to relax for a moment those things are attracted to noise. We won't be able to go undetected with you in this form," I try to reason with him, hoping Banner is down there and that he can do as I say or even hear me.
He just growls, as if fighting his other form to try and make out what I am saying. I know he can understand English in that form... right?
"Buddy?" I say hesitantly as I slowly near him.
He almost roars at me and does not want me talking to him, his feet shuffling around in the rubble.
Does he have a method already? What can I say to him that will get the real Bruce back?
I think hard for a moment as I stand there helplessly. Then it hits me. He and I had a conversation earlier about his mother and there was something she used to say to him... what was it?
I remember then the story. Once when he was small he ran away from home after a fight with his dad. Luckily he had a cell phone and his mother was able to call him. He didn't answer at first because he was upset but he listened to her voicemail. I remember what she told him. Maybe that would help me.
