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[It's a credit to Bruce's self control that he didn't Hulk out after the crash. Or maybe they just hit that wall too fast for him or the Hulk to react inside of him. Either way, when he comes to, Bruce is still himself as he tries to blink away the stars flying in front of his vision and pull himself painfully off the dashboard.

...it slowly sinks in that...he's in the passenger seat. Where was Natasha?? He quickly looks over to see an empty seat and the windshield broken right through. He can't remember if she was wearing her seatbelt but it doesn't matter now. Bruce starts pulling on the door handle to try and get himself out of the car to look for her, calling as coherently as he can] Natasha? Natasha?!

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[She could feel the warmth of the blood trickling down her temple, but she couldn't remember how it had got there. She had managed to get to her feet, the neck to toe leather probably the only reason she was relatively unscathed. But the head wound...

The redhead whimpered, turning at the sound of a voice that made its way through the ringing in her ears. She couldn't recognise the name he was calling. 'Natasha'? Was that someone else that had been hurt? She quickly looked around but regretted it immediately as her knees threatened to give out from under her and the sky started to tip towards the ground.]

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[Bruce hurried out of the car as fast as he could on wobbly legs, moving towards her to catch her before she could hit the ground.] Got you...

[She was whole and had been standing a minute ago, that was promising. Ignoring his own scrapes and bumps, he started checking her over. The worst looked like her head where she was still bleeding. He gave her a worn smile, his hand supporting the back of her neck as he had her half in his lap.] You ok? Does your head hurt? Follow my finger... [Bruce moves two fingers slowly back and forth in her field of vision.]

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[She was grateful for the held, but as she looked up at the man and frowned, she realized she couldn't understand what he was saying. His lips were moving, sound was coming out but even as the ringing in her ears started to fade, nothing he said was sinking in.

A burst of Russian came forth as she tried to explain that she didn't know what had happened, that it was just her head. She followed his finger, frowning again so that she could concentrate. Was he a doctor? Did that make her a doctor? But doctors didn't run around in leather. And he seemed hurt like she was.]

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[Bruce winced at the stream of Russian, only knowing enough to pick out the word "head". He tries what few words he does know, which are "stop" and "friend"....and he thinks he is saying help but his pronunciation is so bad, it sounds like "frog"]

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[Her eyebrows went up slightly as she caught the "frog" but she bit her lip, stopping just like he'd asked his friend. She was his friend. Tears welled up as she realized the true meaning of her situation started to sink in. She had no idea who she was, and she had no idea how to communicate with this man if his struggle with her language was anything to go by.]

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[He felt equally as bad, she was obviously distraught so much she was talking in Russian. Bruce wraps his arms around her to hug her, trying to talk calmly and slowly, hoping some of his tone is going to carry over] It's ok, calm down, Natasha. I'm ok, your ok...yes? Er... [he points at her, using the word for friend again] Tovarich ok, da?

[He wipes away the blood on his forehead, hoping that someone would be along soon to pick them up. They must have noticed the lack of communication by now.]

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[She nearly wrestled with him at first, but the fear was starting to overtake her the more she realised she had no idea who she was, or even who he was. She relaxed in his arms, shifting to get hers around him in return as she started to tremble. She nodded as he pointed.] Da, da... Tovarich.

[But she soon curled into him again, seeking refuge. Another string of Russian escaped, punctuated by sobs as she tried hopelessly to tell him that she didn't know who she was. That she had no memory.]

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[He sighs, giving up on his few broken Russian words. There's no way he can keep up] Yeah, I know, I'm not feeling the greatest either. Wish I knew more Russian than I do, but frankly I've had more luck with spanish.

[He just keeps talking and holding her, hoping some of it was making sense to her. Bruce didn't understand why she wasn't switching back to English but hopefully once she calmed down, she could manage the switch]

Um...your head? [He points to the corresponding spot on his own head and then carefully smooths back a lock of red hair to see how bad a gash she has] Does it hurt? [He tries to mime pain but he was never any good at charades. She can probably see the busted car from here now that they were both sitting up on the pavement]

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[Her gaze slides past him to see the car and the broken windshield but still nothing triggers her memory. But there's something now about the way he's talking. Like it's not complete gibberish. She feels like it's right there on the edge of her mind but she can't quite grab onto it. She should be able to understand.

She makes another face, growling in frustration before she holds up a hand in apology and then just nods. There's pain. He might be bad at charades, but she gets it. It's her charades that's going to be the real challenge. She pointed to herself and then him before she held up her hands in a shrug. Then she pointed to her temple and mimed another shrug before trying to wave her hand like she was indicating a flat line - there was nothing. She didn't know who she was, she didn't know who he was.]

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[He was starting to suspect...and hoping he was wrong. He mimes for her to stay and gets himself up painfully to limp towards the smashed car. It takes him a bit to get the door open and to pull the first aide kit out. Bruce comes back with this to sit next to her, cracking an icepack and putting it against her head for her to hold.]

Don't worry, Natasha. They'll be coming for us soon, we just have to sit tight. [He works on making her a bandage first, he can doctor himself later]

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[She held the ice pack to her head as he wanted, watching him work. But her mouth was a thin line and with her free hand she reached out to touch his arm close to wear a large bruise and a series of cuts was. Guilt flashed across her features. She felt bad that he had to ignore his own wounds for her sake, even if she was appreciative that he knew what he was doing.

She opened her mouth to say something and then promptly shut it before she fell quiet. After a moment she pointed to herself.] Natasha?

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[Oh.]

Oh... [Now he understood fully what the problem was, she could probably read the realization in his face. Bruce pauses from putting the bandage on her forehead and nods slowly.] Yes, that's you. [Amnesia, what could he do to help her remember...he has a lopsided smile as he puts a hand to his chest, feeling silly re-introducing himself] Bruce.

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[A smile flickers on her lips as she sees the realization, pleased that at least she had finally gotten something across to him. The language barrier was still frustrating. She still had this feeling like she did know what he as saying or that she was supposed to.

She pointed at herself again, and then him.] Natasha. Bruce. Tovarich.

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Yes, friends... [He nods with her pointing, but has to stop. His own head is throbbing too much. Bruce pulls out a few generic pain killers and swallows a few dry. At least his inner monster was staying quiet. Natasha seemed pretty scared as is, he did not want to make it worse.]

[An idea strikes him and he closes the lid of the kit, pointing out the Shield logo] Do you remember this? Shield? You're an agent. [He kept talking slowly, hoping she might start picking out words eventually.]

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[ She touched her hand to his shoulder, trying to reassure him when he swallowed the pills. Her gaze flicked to the logo and she stared at it for a long moment. Something flickered in her mind's eye.] Fury.

[She might have had trouble remembering who she was, but it was tough to forget Nicholas Fury. He had been her mentor, been a constant fixture in her life since she defected. While there had been a slight smile at the breakthrough, she frowned again as she tried to latch onto more flashes.] You're Dr Banner. Bruce Banner.

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[His headache was tolerable after the pills. Proper medical attention was in order for both of them, that much was certain. He sits up a little quicker, first at Fury's name, then at his own. He lets out a breath of relief] Yes, that's me. You remember?

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A little. [The English is slowly making sense to her, but her accent is still thick. It's not as clean as it usually is. The words even sound like they're taking effort to form.] You were scared of me. You're scared of what's in you.

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[There's a flicker of embarrassment but he's glad she's starting to remember] Yeah...that's me alright. And you, you're an agent of Shield, you guys found me...or rather the other one and brought me back.

[He can hear helicopters coming over the horizon. They'd be rescued soon]

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[Natasha nodded slowly, even if there were still large gaps in her memory. She could remember the people around her, the people she cared about. She still felt like a huge unknown even to herself.

She reached out, giving Bruce's arm a gentle squeeze as she looked at him with a soft smile.] Right, agent... I like this you, even if I don't mind the green you.

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[He's a little flustered by that admission, pulling on his ear awkwardly looking down] Er, thanks...are you sure you're remembering the right person? [Even he didn't like the Hulk part of himself]

[The copters were in view now and Bruce waves frantically] Over here!!

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Yes, I'm sure. I remember how nervous you get. [Her lips flickered with another smile. She hadn't meant to make him awkward. He was her friend, he was the one sitting here helping her remember. Struggling through Russian. The Hulk side was something she definitely remembered, but not something she was scared of.

She turned on the ground, looking up as she started to wave as well.]

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[For once, he was looking forward to some medical attention. Bruce wipes some of the dried blood off of his face and tries to get the attention of the...

....not-Shield helicopter that was aiming their weapons at their car.

Not. good.]

[He's quickly trying to get her to her feet but there's no way they can make it in time] We got to go! [Oh no, if he was going to have to change now...]

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[Natasha was up and on her feet, their lives in danger apparently the one thing that was going to jog her memory best. She was moving more from instinct, her hand closing tightly around Bruce's as she dragged him with her.

But he was right, it wasn't enough time and the shock-wave of the explosion propelled them across the road. She still had his hand in hers and looked over at him.] Bruce!

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[He instinctively lands on top of her to try and block her from the flying debris as they were shot at. His eyes were green as she looked back at him, he would say sorry if he had the ability but Bruce was disappearing fast.

Two large fists braced against the cement on either side of her as his body swelled and grew, turning greener by the minute. His shirt ripped to shreds and his yells of pain grew into growls of anger. Congrats, Natasha, very few people have seen this transformation this close before.]

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[Even as they were being shot at, Natasha could only watch Bruce's transformation. The sound of his pain had her eyes widening and her heartbeat racing, but she didn't scream. She didn't try and run away.

She stayed very still as the Hulk replaced the scientist that had been on top of her moments earlier.]

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[A large missile is headed straight for them. The Hulk sees it coming and goes into action. One arm holds Natasha protectively to his chest while the other one swats at the missile, hitting it farther away before it explodes.

He carries her a distance away towards the destroyed car before setting her down. He rips off part of the door in his bare hands and flings it hard as he can. The helicopter is cut right down the middle like a knife through butter, exploding midair.

The Hulk yells in defiance and triumph, his fists in the air at the wreckage heading to the ground]

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[There is a time and place for needing the Hulk and this would be it. She's actually grateful for his brute strength and the fact that he seems to realize she needs protecting and she's not just the enemy.

She crouched behind the car wreckage, staying low and out of the way as she tries to work out what happened to the second helicopter. There had been two of them, she was sure of it. She started to move back, hand resting against the Hulk's leg when she started to hear the sound of chopper blades getting closer.]

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[The Hulk whirls at her touch on his leg, the flat of his hand splayed out as if to say STAY BACK!....before he fully realizes who it is. Everything is just so loud and fast when he was the Hulk, the world just felt like it was coming right at him]

[There was another burst of gunfire from the second helicopter on their position, one of the heavily armored shots hitting Hulk right in the chest. He stumbles back before bracing himself to jump....his fists overhead as he gets right up in front of the helicopter in mid air. The people in the copter are too stunned to do anything but watch] HULK SMASH!!!!

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[Natasha moved away at his warning, taking refuge behind the car again especially as he moved to get ready to jump. It had been a while since she'd seen the Hulk in action. She knows there's nothing she can do, it's better just to let him handle the enemy copter.

Another explosion and she ducked down as debris rained around them. If SHIELD couldn't tell where they were now, then the rescue really was hopeless.]

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[The copter is a pile of smoking wreckage, the Hulk hitting the earth as he lands, cracking the cement with his feet. Forget Shield, they were running too slow. Hulk knew when it was time to leave, there were too many fires around here for it to be safe....for him or for Natasha.

He almost runs off without her but....something makes him slow enough to grab her with both hands, surprisingly careful as he carries her off, running faster and faster. Obstacles are hopped over as if they were nothing, buildings whiz by in blurs]

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[There's a sense of relief when he manages to remember her, Natasha hanging onto him as best she could. It wasn't so much that she doubted his grip, it was reflex. It was hard to focus on anything they passed given how fast he moved, and Natasha had to close her eyes more than a few times.

She had never been one for motion sickness, but there was something disorientating about seeing the world whiz by when you weren't used to it.]

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[Got to get away, far away from the noise, keep running don't stop... the Hulk focused on just moving forward, heading out of town. It's awhile before he slows, the city left far behind.

Oh, and look, there's a familiar Shield helicarrier starting to catch up to them. Of course, they would have heard about the Hulk rampaging downtown. The Hulk pulls to a stop and turns to sneer at the carrier, ready for another fight]

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[Natasha twists slightly in his grip, looking up at the carrier and then at Hulk.] Hulk, no! No fight. Help! [She pointed at the carrier.] Ours. Not enemy.

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[Hulkdon'tfightnottheenemy He frowns at Natasha, trying to understand what she was saying. Finally his stance relaxes somewhat, lowering his fists and watching her to see if that was right. Maybe he ought to put her down now? Carefully of course.]

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[She watches his large features shift as he processes what she's trying to say, smiling a little as he sets her down. She gives his leg a pat and waits as she hopes like hell that the crew on the helicarrier prove her right. If any of them is stupid enough to fire on the Hulk they'll only have themselves to blame. And her wrath to deal with.

She pressed her lips together, staying close to the Hulk so that hopefully they'd see it wasn't just him, that she was there too.]

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[He was still wary as the carrier hovers over them. A few agents and medical personnel were rappelling down at them but Hulk steps protectively in front of Natasha. Fortunately the others keep back, not wanting to incite the Hulk to do something destructive]

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[Natasha leaned to the side to look around the Hulk, still watching the other agents closely to see they really were keeping back. She slowly moved around him, looking up as she tried to catch his gaze.] Hulk... Bruce? Friends. [She pointed at the personnel.] Friends.

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[Bruce....Bruce was the other one, not him. His lip curls up, forming words before saying them in a low gravely voice. He sounds nothing like Bruce] No friends.

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[Natasha touched Hulk again.] I'm your friend. Hulk, look at me. [She'd learned her mistake using Bruce's name and was determined not to make the mistake again.] I'm your friend. But I'm hurt. Do you understand? I'm hurt. [She pointed at the bandage on her head.]

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[Hulk looked from her to the agents keeping their distance and back again. He wasn't so sure about this. Her voice was starting to slow down though, he could almost understand her....or maybe his brain was starting to revert back. He was starting to look a little smaller.

A green finger carefully touches the bandage on her forehead...he remembers that somehow, why did he remember that?] Hurt....hurt Tasha... [Was it him that hurt her?]

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[Natasha couldn't help but grin. Apparently the Hulk didn't mind calling her Tasha, but Bruce had always stuck to her full name or calling her agent. She stayed still as the Hulk touched her before she shook her head slightly.]

Not you. You didn't hurt me. [She reached up to catch his finger before he could pull away his hand and pointed between the two of them.] Friends. You didn't hurt me. Not you, do you understand?

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[He lets her hold his finger, trying so hard to understand what she was saying.]


[....Bruce's smile flickers on his face for a second. He understood enough. He was also really tired, coming down from the adrenaline rush. Even while she was holding his hand, he was starting to shrink back down to normal, the green tint fading as he wavered on his feet.

Soon it was just a dazed and confused Bruce Banner standing there, all of his injuries healed up. He blinks a few times, not understanding what was going on]

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[Natasha was once again transfixed by the transformation and couldn't stop herself as she moved in to throw her arms around Bruce in a hug.]

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Oof! [If she hadn't been hanging onto him, he would have fallen over like a rag doll. He puts his thin arms around her, still not sure what happened exactly. The hug was nice though] Did...did we make it?

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[She kept a hold of him for the moment, as much to keep him on his feet than anything else. She was aware that the medics had started to close in now that the Hulk was gone.] Yes, we made it. Thanks to your green alter-ego. He protect me, got us here.

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[He smiled sleepily against her shoulder] ...must like you.. [He meant to say "he must like you" but his brain needs to rest. Probably for a good long while. As the medics come around them, Bruce is just about asleep in her arms as they pull him off of her. Safe, they were safe. That's good~]

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[Natasha could only imagine the energy that had been expended as the Hulk, so she forgave him for falling asleep on her. She let the medics take over and even cooperated with them when normally she'd probably fight off any attempts. She knew enough to realize a head injury was serious, especially when it had caused her to lose her memory however temporarily. She cast another glance at Bruce. And she still stuck by her opinion that she liked both aspects of him. She had Bruce to thank for her memory and the Hulk to thank for her life.]

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[Bruce was put onto a stretcher where he slept soundly, oblivious to their attentions as they started IVs on him and kept monitoring his status. Both him and Natasha were taken up into the helicarrier to be checked over again.]

[Fin.]

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