Uh, in case this needs to be clarified, I basically know nothing about script writing. That's not the point. The point is, this is not only the kind of female hero we need, she is also the female hero we deserve.
Asgard, in the dungeons beneath the palace. Odin strides down the tunnel, unhurried, clearly in control. He comes to an alcove with a force field in front of it, and does something to dissolve the barrier. On the floor of the alcove is crouched a man, Carl Creel.
ODIN: Hmmm... Not nearly as aggressive as I was expecting.
Odin’s outline ripples, and shifts. We see that this is not Odin, but Loki.
LOKI: I asked them to fetch me a fighter, but you seem a bit lacking.
CREEL: I’m a fighter.
LOKI: It speaks! Well then, little fighter. Tell me your name.
CREEL: Carl Creel. I’m a boxer.
LOKI: A boxer? You mean you don gloves and beat other men for sport?
Creel nods.
LOKI: And tell me something, Mr. Creel. Have you ever felt the urge to hit a man with your bare fist?
Creel looks up, a hungry gleam in his eye.
LOKI: So you are what I was looking for. [pause] Do you know who I am, Mr. Creel?
CREEL: Yeah. Saw you on the news. You’re one of those Asgardians. Like Thor.
LOKI: Oh no, little boxer. I’m nothing like Thor at all.
He pulls out a bottle of liquid, and waves it slowly in front of Creel as he speaks.
LOKI: Thor would never offer a human incredible, life-changing power merely for the chance to exact a delicious bit of revenge. But that is precisely what I am about to do.
There’s a long pause.
CREEL: Who do you want me to hurt?
Scene Change: A law firm in Manhattan. Interior conference room. A meeting is in progress, filled with men in power suits, run by a distinguished man with well-cut silver hair, Henry. A sole woman, Jennifer Walters, is in the meeting. She stands at her chair, presenting her research.
JENN: ...the plaintiffs have a solid case to make, and although the Sokovia accords protect from criminal charges, a civil suit like this would be a viable means for them to seek some sort of restitution. Over a hundred families in three complexes have come forward to be included in the class action suit; and while the work would be on speculation I think the benefits to the firm could be substantial, not only in publicity and public image, but monetarily as well. Suits concerning similar levels of destruction have been awarded amounts in the hundreds of millions.
HENRY: Good, Jenn. You’ve done solid research on this one.
JENN: Thank you, sir.
Jenn sits back down.
HENRY: Rick, you’ll be taking lead counsel.
Rick, a handsome man about Jenn’s age, looks startled but pleased. Jenn also looks surprised, and starts to object.
JENN: Sir, I--
HENRY: Don’t worry, Miss Walters. I’m not taking you off the case. Having you in the courtroom will make the families more comfortable. But Stark is bound to hire some heavy hitters for this case, and we’re going to need someone who can go toe-to-toe with them. Rick’s had more experience scrapping it out. I’m sure you understand.
We see Jenn’s fingers wrap around the arm of her chair, digging in until they turn white. Slowly they relax, and she takes a deep breath.
JENN: Of course, sir.
HENRY: Good. Someone talk to me about the Lee case...
Scene change: A small but orderly apartment. Jenn opens the front door, kicking off her shoes before heading to the tiny kitchen and pouring herself a careful half glass of wine. She sips it slowly while she takes off her suit, and as she undressed we see her gradually let go of the control she held on so tightly through the day. She changes into workout wear, and drains the end of the wine as she walks into the living room, which is empty save for a large, reinforced punching bag. She stares at the bag intently while she pulls her hair up into a ponytail, and then jumps a little, loosening up. At the last moment, she draws back her arm and her face contorts with rage. She snarls, and the camera cuts away as the first blow lands.
Scene change: Morning. In the main room of the Avenger’s Tower, the sun shining brightly outside. Rick and Jenn are there, along with Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, and Natasha Romanov. Rick sits opposite Tony on the couches, and as they speak Tony looks over a long legal document. Bruce is slouched sullenly on one end of the couch, with Natasha perched on the arm next to him. Jenn stands, observing the exchange between Tony and Rick, but frequently cutting her eyes at Bruce.
TONY: The Sokovia Accords specifically indemnify us against damage incurred while we’re saving the world. I know, because I made them put it in. I don’t like worrying about being sued while I’m fighting off hostile aliens.
RICK: Sensible of you. But our firm plans to show that Mr Banner was not actually fighting the Kree, but rather merely venting some steam, when he leveled almost an entire city block of Hell’s Kitchen.
TONY: [looking at Bruce] Is that true?
BRUCE: I don’t remember anything before Shwarma.
RICK: The Accords are going to keep you out of jail, Mr Banner, but you’re not going to avoid the courtroom completely.
TONY: I’m sure my lawyers will have something to say about that. I have a team of excellent lawyers.
RICK: No doubt the best money can buy.
TONY: Naturally.
RICK: But it doesn’t change the fact that we have a solid case. And we’re going to be filing it in the morning. So you might want to give those lawyers a call now.
Rick hands his stack of papers to Jenn as he walks past her to the door. Jenn tightens her jaw but says nothing as she slips them in her briefcase.
TONY: You’re very silent, Miss... Walters, was it? Dare I hope that it’s because you disapprove of your boss’s choice to sue the defenders of the city?
JENN: First, he’s not my boss. Second, the suit was my idea. Third, I think it’s a shame this isn’t going to end with Mr Banner in an orange jumpsuit.
She says it harshly, and the three Avengers all look startled.
NATASHA: Hey, what’s your problem?
JENN: I don’t have a problem. But your boyfriend sure does.
BRUCE: What’d I ever do to you?
JENN: It isn’t what you did to me, Mr. Banner. It’s what you did to all those poor people in Hell’s Kitchen just because you got a little cranky. You don’t have any self-control, and now you’re going to pay for it. Big time.
Jenn walks out.
Scene change: Nighttime, ally in Hell’s Kitchen. We see the flash of the bifrost, and then Creel is crouched in the alley, looking beefier than he did the first time we saw him. He staggers a little, leans on the wall, and then fishes a phone out of his pocket and dials a number.
CREEL: Hey. Yeah, it’s me. Listen, I’m in the market for some hardware. You know a guy? Good. Pick me up in the morning.
Scene change: Back to the law firm, this time we follow Jenn down the hall from the coffee room, into the tiny office that is hers. Bruce is sitting in the chair in front of her desk, and Jenn stops when she sees him.
JENN: Mr Banner. I didn’t expect to see you without a lawyer present.
BRUCE: I was in the neighborhood, and I decided to stop by.
JENN: Somehow I very much doubt that.
BRUCE: And why is that?
Jenn sits behind her desk, and stares him down.
JENN: You are something of a celebrity. It isn’t hard to know what people think of you. Under normal circumstances... Let’s just say you have a reputation for careful thought. It’s only when you’re green that you lack impulse control.
BRUCE: So you understand there’s a distinction?
JENN: Between the person you think is “you” and the hulk you become when you’re angry? Certainly there’s a distinction, Mr. Banner. In the same way that there’s a distinction between the man who only slaps his children around when he’s drunk.
BRUCE: Hey, now!
JENN: Nevermind. [she takes a deep breath] I apologize. My opinion on your behavior is irrelevant to the case.
BRUCE: Screw the case. I’m not here about that.
JENN: Then why are you here?
BRUCE: I know who you are.
JENN: [raising one eyebrow] Who I am?
BRUCE: At the tower, it seemed like you were taking this whole thing awfully personally, so I looked you up. You were part of the legal team assigned to the base in New Mexico, weren’t you? You know all about how I met the green guy. You’ve probably read the entire file until you know it by heart.
JENN: Yes.
BRUCE: How come you’re so angry, then? You know this wasn’t my fault. It was an accident.
JENN: Oh, it wasn’t your fault? I haven’t just read the file, I’ve studied every bit of information there is on your experiments. I know exactly what happened on that base. You were working on the very fringes of science, trying to find a breakthrough. So confident in your ability to do good, that you never considered what might happen if it went wrong. And it did go wrong. You lost control of it, just like you lose control of yourself everytime you go green.
BRUCE: [clearly struggling with his anger] You have no idea what you’re talking about. It’s impossible to control him. He isn’t me.
JENN: [laughs bitterly] So you’ve said.
BRUCE: But why aren’t you listening?
JENN: Why should I? It isn’t as though you’re listening to me. [a pause] Leave, Mr. Banner. Come back when you’ve got Mr. Stark’s lawyers to back you up.
BRUCE: I don’t want his lawyers, I just want to talk to you.
JENN: Then let’s talk about the case.
BRUCE: I don’t care about the case!
JENN: [disbelieving, slowly growing to anger] You don’t care about the case? You don’t care about the case? Fine.
She stands up and comes to loom over Bruce where he still sits in her chair.
JENN: You want to talk? Let’s talk. Come with me.
Jenn strides from the room, leaving Bruce scrambling to catch up.
BRUCE: Where are we going?
JENN: We’re going to take a little ride.
The camera follows them out of the building, where Jenn hails a cab and practically shoves Bruce into it. She climbs in after him and slams the door behind her.
JENN: Hell’s Kitchen, please.
BRUCE: [uncomfortable] We headed for your favorite dive bar?
JENN: No, Mr. Banner. We’re not headed for a dive bar. We’re also not headed for a little hole in the wall Indian place, or a laundry mat. Any other stereotypes you want to get out of the way?
BRUCE: I didn’t mean--
JENN: Of course you didn’t. You were just joking, right? Except I don’t think Hell’s Kitchen, or what happened there, is much of a joke.
BRUCE: I don’t think it’s a joke either.
JENN: But you don’t care about the case, right? That’s what you said. You care too much about justifying your rampages to care about the damage you caused. You didn’t come to my office to talk about helping these families. You came to find out why I was so judgemental of you. You came to soothe your wounded ego. Well, I have good news, and I have bad news Mr Banner. The good news is that I’m going to answer your question--in great detail. The bad news is I don’t think it’s going to do much to help your ego. [to the driver] Pull over here.
The get out of the cab in front of a block of low income housing. The buildings are in terrible disrepair, with crumbling walls, smashed windows, and boarded up doors. Yellow danger tape is prominent over every entrance. There are obvious impact points all over the outside of the buildings, from where the Hulk punched them.
BRUCE: What happened here? I don’t remember.
JENN: The fighting was mostly clustered in the financial district. One of those flying dragon ships slammed into you, and knocked you all the way here. When you picked yourself up off the ground [she gestures around] you were angry.
BRUCE: Was anyone hurt?
JENN: Of course they were. You don’t do this kind of damage to overfilled apartments without someone getting hurt. Apart from the concussions and broken bones, though, some people lost everything they had. These buildings have been condemned, and most families were only able to retrieve a suitcase or two of their belongings.
BRUCE: Lots of people lost things that day. Lots of people were hurt. Some even died.
JENN: I know. That happens in war. You can’t save everyone.
BRUCE: But we did save the world.
JENN: I recognize that. But this wasn’t collateral damage in a war. You weren’t fighting the Kree when you wrecked these families’ lives. You were just blowing off steam.
BRUCE: That wasn’t me. That was the other guy.
JENN: [sighing] They’re both you, Bruce. And until you accept that, the Hulk will keep causing unnecessary destruction.
She turns and climbs back into the cab, and after a slow look around Bruce follows her. The cab heads back towards the office, with the two of them riding in silence. Bruce’s phone rings.
BRUCE: Yeah?
NATASHA: I could use you back at the tower.
BRUCE: What’s up?
NATASHA: I’m getting some strange readings on the detection net. I want another set of eyes on it.
BRUCE: Be right there. [to the cabbie] Can you take us to Avenger’s Tower?
JENNIFER: You can let me out here. I’ll get another cab.
BRUCE: Oh, no. You’re coming with me. You got to show me yours, now I’m gonna show you mine.
JENNIFER: And if I refuse?
BRUCE: [looks at her seriously] I’ll let you out. But I’d like you to come with me. I’d like to show you something.
She stares at him for a long moment, then nods.
JENN: Alright.
Scene change: Natasha is standing over a console, examining the readings that are projected in the air in front of her. Bruce comes striding into the room, with Jenn close on his heels, and Natasha’s eyes flick over but she doesn’t say anything about Jenn’s presence.
BRUCE: What’s going on?
NATASHA: I can’t tell. It looks like the bifrost was opened, but I’m not picking up any readings that would indicate an Asgardian on the planet.
BRUCE: [walking over and looking at the readings himself] Where is everyone?
NATASHA: Tony and Rhodey left this morning for Wakanda. T’Challa is letting them play with his vibranium again.
BRUCE: And Vision?
NATASHA: He’s still sulking over Wanda.
BRUCE: C’mon Nat...
NATASHA: Sorry, I mean he’s ‘meditating’ on top of Annapurna.
BRUCE: Well, I don’t know that we need to call any of them back over a weird blip. Thor might just be sending a letter to Jane again.
NATASHA: Maybe. I don’t like it when weird things happen right when everyone takes a vacation, though.
BRUCE: Has anyone ever told you that you have a very suspicious nature?
NATASHA: All the time. Speaking of... [she eyes Jenn again] What’s she doing here?
BRUCE: I’m making a point.
Both Natasha and Jenn start to roll their eyes, but Natasha notices Jenn doing it and stops.
JENN: Go on then. What’s the point?
BRUCE: Follow me.
Bruce leads Jenn through the tower, with Natasha trailing along. They come to Bruce’s meditation room, and while Bruce speaks Jenn drifts through the room, looking at all the little tools for centering, touching some, just looking at others.
BRUCE: I spend hours in here. Sometimes days. I’ve tried every form of therapy Western culture has to offer, and every method of attaining calm in the Eastern traditions.
JENN: Let me guess. They help you keep from going green, but they don’t help at all once you turn.
BRUCE: Right in one. Nothing helps. The other guy--he’s uncontrollable.
JENN: I disagree, Mr. Banner. I think deep down you don’t want to controll him. It’s too handy to use him as a scapegoat.
BRUCE: Like you know anything about it? How could you possibly understand? You don’t know what it’s like to have rage rising up, threatening to choke you every second of the day. You don’t know how hard it is to keep that back.
JENN: Is that what you think? That I just don’t know rage? You think my composure and calm come easily to me? You’re wrong. I’ve spent my entire life learning how to choke down my anger. Years of education at the hands of men like you taught me that rage didn’t get me anywhere. That my anger was only powerful if I could focus it.
BRUCE: It’s not the same.
JENN: No, it probably isn’t. See, you spent your whole life being told yes. That you could be what you want, do what you want, have what you want. You didn’t have to control your anger because even that was something that the world said “yes” to. So you’re right. It’s not the same. Because I spent my whole life climbing one barrier after another, all the while knowing that if I lost control at the wrong time that would be the end of it all.
BRUCE: So you learned to control yourself. Well, I’m trying to learn.
JENN: No you’re not. You’re trying to suppress the rage. I’m not talking about burying the anger. I’m talking about learning to channel it. These methods you’ve tried, they’re all focused on one thing. Keeping that side of yourself from coming out. None of them are intended to help you handle your anger once it’s unleashed. Nothing will ever help, not so long as you keep pretending that the Hulk isn’t a part of you. You can’t control him if you keep pretending he’s someone else.
Bruce turns on his heel, and leaves the room. Natasha looks closely at Jenn.
NATASHA: Why are you so hard on him? You must know that he’s trying.
JENN: What I know is that every excuse you make for him makes it that much easier for him to excuse himself.
Natasha looks at her consideringly.
JENN: I’ve got another meeting to get to. I’ll show myself out.
She exits.
Scene change: The common area of the tower, afternoon. Bruce is sitting on the couch, drinking and brooding. Natasha brings him a refill and curls up on the couch beside him.
NATASHA: I don’t think I’ve ever seen you take it this hard, when someone gets mad at the big guy.
Silence for a moment.
BRUCE: She was there. You know? She was on the base when the explosion happened. She acts like it was my fault.
NATASHA: Wasn’t it?
Bruce looks startled
NATASHA: I don’t mean that you went all super villain, but you were playing with Gamma radiation and lost control of it. Doesn’t that make it your fault, at least a little bit?
BRUCE: You’re not seriously taking her side?
NATASHA: I’m on your side, always. Even when you might not be right. [pause] I read her file.
BRUCE: Yeah? She was a JAG lawyer for the project. So what?
NATASHA: You didn’t finish reading the whole thing, did you? She was injured in the explosion that changed you.
BRUCE: What?
NATASHA: Yeah. She lost a lot of blood, and they had to give her an emergency transfusion. They used the only blood they had on hand.
BRUCE: You mean, the blood from the lab? But that would have been irradiated in the...
NATASHA: Yeah.
BRUCE: So? She’s fine, isn’t she? She’s working as an attorney. She didn’t spend years hiding in remote parts of the world from crazy generals.
NATASHA: Sure. She’s got a life. But she’s got another file, too.
BRUCE: What do you mean?
NATASHA: I mean that she registered herself as a super, after the accords were signed.
Bruce stares at her for a moment, then gets up and hurries out of the tower, and Natasha watches him go.
Scene change: Jenn is in Hell’s Kitchen, speaking with a client in a coffee shop. She leaves, walks outside, and hears sirens. Jenn heads towards the noise, and we see Creel. He is in the middle of main street, causing mayhem. She starts to run that way. We see Creel smashing car windows and threatening people, all while screaming loudly.
CREEL: Hulk!!!!
Scene change: Bruce grabs a cab outside Avenger’s Tower. He is on the phone.
BRUCE: ...don’t care, just tell me where she is. Yes, it’s about the case. Yes, I’ll take my lawyer with me. What do you mean she’s out meeting with a client? What client? Where?
He hangs up the phone in frustration, and slumps on the cab seat, thinking hard The radio in the cab starts broadcasting that there’s a mad man rampaging in Hell’s Kitchen.
BRUCE: Take me there.
He dials another number.
BRUCE: Nat? We’ve got a situation.
Scene change: Back in Hell’s Kitchen. We see Jenn dive and save a kid from flying debris.
JENN: Find your mom. [she watches the kid run off, then faces Creel] He’s not here!
CREEL: What?
JENN: He’s. Not. Here!
Creel stalks over, and grabs Jenn by the throat, lifting her in the air.
CREEL: He will be.
We see a flash of Jenn’s eyes going green, but then she closes them and goes limp. Bruce pulls up in the taxi and leaps out, seeing that Creel has Jenn by the throat. Bruce tears off his jacket and tie, obviously preparing to change, but then he spots the child Jenn just saved. His eyes dart to the condemned buildings, and the damage the Hulk caused. Instead of changing he launches himself at Creel and Jenn, knocking both of them to the ground.
Natasha pulls up on her bike, ready to kick ass.
BRUCE: Nat! Don’t! Just get her out of her.
NATASHA: I will, as soon as you change!
BRUCE: I can’t! There are too many civilians. Just get Jenn clear!
Natasha is clearly frustrated, but grabs a semi-conscious Jenn and loads her on the back of the bike, climbing on and peeling out of the immediate danger zone. Bruce also tries to stagger away, but Creel grabs him by the back of the neck.
CREEL: Bruce Banner. Just the alter ego I was looking for.
Natasha gets Jenn a few blocks away, then hauls her off the bike and tries to rouse her. When shaking her doesn’t work she slaps her, hard. Jenn starts up in a fighting rage, then realizes what happened and falls back. Natasha slaps her again. Jenn stares in disbelief, then finally moves to block her when Natasha goes to slap her third time. It’s obvious that holding back Natasha’s arm doesn’t take much effort on Jenn’s part.
JENN: Enough, little spider. [they lock angry stares] What do you think you’re doing?
NATASHA: You’re like him, aren’t you? Gamma irradiated blood turned you into a... a she-hulk.
JENN: [snorts] Just say “hulk.” It isn’t a gendered word.
NATASHA: Fine. You can turn into a hulk, can’t you?
JENN: I can. But I don’t.
NATASHA: You need to. Bruce is refusing to change because you convinced him the big guy is too dangerous. He’ll get ripped apart.
JENN: Maybe that’s better. Maybe we should both be ripped apart. We’re dangerous to normal people.
NATASHA: Are you kidding? What about the next Kree invasion? What about the next super threat? Yes, you’re dangerous, but we need dangerous. We need it on our side.
JENN: We need control, not random carnage.
NATASHA: Sometimes we need both.
Back with Creel and Bruce, Bruce is getting the hell beaten out of him. Finally we see Creel land a bone shattering punch, and Bruce’s eyes blaze. Jenn and Natasha hear a deep roar. Bruce has lost control and changed. Both women go tearing down the street towards the fight.
The power Loki has given Creel is to absorb the powers of others if he touches them with his hands. Now that Bruce has changed, Creel is absorbing the powers of the Hulk, growing stronger every time he touches the Hulk. They are duking it in the street, cause an immense amount of devastation.
JENN: What is he doing?
She and Natasha observe the fight, notice the power transfer, and understand.
NATASHA: I don’t know how, exactly, but this has the marks of that Asgardian asshat written all over it. Stealing someone else’s power is right up his alley. We’ve got to get him away from Bruce. Every time he touches him he’s getting stronger.
JENN: I could try to draw him away.
NATASHA: [shaking her head] No. I don’t have any powers for him to absorb. It’s safer if I do it.
JENN: But if he hits you at that strength it could kill you.
NATASHA: Then I better make sure he doesn’t hit me. [she grabs her bike and swings on] There’s gear back at the tower that Tony designed to hold Bruce if he ever goes off the rails. It ought to be strong enough to hold Absorbing Guy over there. I’ll just need to get him to follow me.
JENN: Be careful.
NATASHA: You, too. I’m going to need your help back at the tower. You need to reign in Bruce and get him to come with you.
JENN: How am I supposed to do that?
NATASHA: I don’t know. Bond over how it’s not easy being green.
She peels out, firing at Creel to get his attention. He shrugs off the shots, and takes a swipe at her, forcing her to veer dangerously on the bike. The Hulk roars in anger, and Creel looks back at him.
CREEL: Heh. You care about that one, don’cha? Good to know. [He grins and heads after Natasha] Wait for me, sweetie, Creel’s gonna show you a good time.
Natasha and Creel head off through the city towards the tower. The Hulk roars again, and he flings an empty car after Creel. We see his hand close over another car, only this one is occupied. We see the terrified passengers gasp in horror. Then we see a large, green hand close over Hulk’s wrist, stopping him. Pull out to reveal Jenn--big and green--meeting the Hulk’s eyes.
JENN: Bruce, stop.
Hulk roars again, and attacks Jenn.
They fight in the street, and it’s clear that while Hulk is stronger, Jenn is more agile and her ability to think gives her a distinct edge. She’s hampered by her need to keep the bystanders safe, though. As they fight she talks to him, trying to make him see reason.
JENN: Stop, Bruce! This isn’t helping... Natasha needs our help!... We have to stop Creel... Stop being such a giant jackass... Fine! You want to kill me? You can do it at the tower.
Jenn now begins to lure the Hulk to the tower. We see both games of cat and mouse as they progress through the city--Creel chasing Natasha, and Hulk chasing Jenn. When Jenn and the Hulk reach the tower they find Natasha on the main floor, cornered by Creel. Creel smiles broadly at the Hulk, then hits Natasha, sending her down hard. At the same time, Creel staggers like he’s been hurt, and Jenn notices.
JENN: He’ll absorb anything.
Hulk ignores her and tries to go for Creel, but Jenn puts herself between them, fighting hard for the first time, forcing him back.
HULK: Hulk smash!
JENN: No, Bruce! Don’t let him touch you!
HULK: Hulk kill!
JENN: No!!! Bruce, don’t do this!! You have to control yourself!
She forces him out on the balcony, knocking him backward repeatedly.
JENN: Come on, Bruce! If you fight him green you’re only going to make him stronger. If we fight him human then he’ll be weak!
She grabs his wrists, trying to restrain him long enough to get him to listen.
JENN: Damnit! There’s nothing special about me! I learned to control myself because I didn’t have any other choice. You can, too.
Hulk roars again, and draws back his fist to punch her. Jenn braces herself and turns back to her normal human form. Hulk stops in surprise, his fist hovering above her.
JENN: This is the only way we win, Bruce.
While the Hulk is still puzzling over that, Jenn dives back into the main room to fight Creel, who has recovered a bit from his sudden power depletion. The two of them fight, but Creel has still been imbued with powers by Loki, and his hits really hurt. Jenn dodges and tries to keep him from connecting, but it’s obvious she can’t stop him by herself.
Bruce appears in the doorway from the balcony, looking shaken, but no longer green. Jenn glances over and their eyes meet, and she smiles at him. While she’s distracted Creel decks her, sending her sprawling at Bruce’s feet.
BRUCE: He’s still strong.
JENN: I noticed.
BRUCE: That little shit, Loki. [while he speaks he helps her stand] Can’t just give him absorbing powers, oh no. Has to imbue him with super strength, too. It’s like he’s compelled to cheat.
Creel dives for them, and the three of them fight. He’s doing more damage to them then they’re doing to him.
BRUCE: This isn’t working. One of us needs to go green. It better be you. I might just go for him with my bare hands and let him juice up again. You can stay back and hit him with something.
JENN: Any suggestions?
BRUCE: Whatever. Just make sure it hurts.
Jenn disengages and changes, while Bruce keeps Creel away from her. She darts around the tower, grabbing items she can hurl at Creel. At one point she smashes through the case holding Cap’s shield and flings that at Creel. The shots hit hard, and Creel slowly begins to buckle. At last he’s on his knees, and Bruce is about to punch him, when he checks himself and looks over at Jenn.
BRUCE: Actually, do you wanna do the honors?
Jenn changes back and cold cocks Creel, sending him crashing to the floor. Bruce hurries over to check on Natasha, while Jenn stands over Creel, looking at her own hands in amazement.
Scene change: Exterior of Avenger’s Tower, on the landing pad. Jenn, Natasha, and Bruce are walking away from a bifrost portal.
NATASHA: Thor is gonna be righteously pissed off. Loki better have a good hiding place.
Natasha goes on inside. Bruce and Jenn hit the door together. The camera pans over the room, which is a complete wreck.
BRUCE: Control, huh?
JENN: Focused rage. But, I guess sometimes you gotta accept some collateral damage.
BRUCE: [teasing] Does that mean you’re not going to sue me anymore?
JENN: [smiles] Oh no, I’m still going to sue you. But I’ll help you work out a reparations settlement that lets you help people get back on your feet, and doesn’t totally bankrupt the Avengers.
BRUCE: Sounds fair. [pause] Kinda weird not being the only hulk around.
JENN: Weird bad?
BRUCE: Nah. Like meeting a cousin you never knew you had.
They smile at each other.
JENN: So, now what? Do we clean all this up?
BRUCE: Welcome to the life of an Avenger. There’s a lot of clean up involved. First, though...
Natasha comes back in the room and cocks an eyebrow at them.
NATASHA: Shwarma?
BRUCE: Shwarma.
JENN: Shwarma?
BRUCE: [laughs] I’ll explain on the way. Let’s go, cousin.
CREDITS ROLL.
