#hulk widow

Life in the Avengers compound wasn’t easy.

The first thing to do every morning was to train. Six am, sharp- the training session lasted for an hour, with everyone stretching, warming up, and then training physical, which meant gym for everyone, including the people who didn’t even use their physical strength in fights, just their powers (everyone but Tony- he couldn’t be made to wake up at five thirty and train till seven).

Needless to say, everyone turned up ravenous at the kitchen every morning at around seven thirty.

Bucky and Steve were probably ahead of everyone when it got to getting breakfast. The two super soldiers needed a humongous breakfast.

 “Whoa, hey!” Bucky started as he entered the kitchen. His metal arm went up out of instinct, poised to shoot.

There was a strange girl sitting at the table, a phone lying in front of her, along with a cup of coffee. She flinched as Bucky put up his arm, and Bucky staggered back as if he had been pushed hard. He collided against Steve’s chest.

 “What the fuck?” he growled.

“I’m sorry!” stammered the girl. “I didn’t mean- please don’t point that thing at me.” She got to her feet, looking around nervously.

“Who are you?” asked Steve, frowning.

“Her name-“a voice interrupted, “is (y/n) Banner.”

Bruce made his way into the kitchen, tugging at his sleeves nervously.

“Steve, Bucky. Nat- everyone. This is my daughter.”

All he got were stares, until Sam piped up.

 “Your daughter? I thought you didn’t have any family left!”

“Well,” Bruce replied, “I didn’t, except (y/n). Tony- Tony’s the only one who knew. She’s moving in with us because, well, she got on Hydra’s radar. She’s got telekinetic powers.”

 Steve stepped up.

“Ms. Banner,” he said to the girl, who was now standing partly behind her father, peering out over his shoulder, “welcome to the Avengers compound. I’m Steve, and this is my friend Bucky.”

Bucky scowled at her.

“Bucky, be nice,” reprimanded Steve.

This got a small laugh out of (y/n).

“I’m sorry I pushed your friend,” she said. “I didn’t mean to- it just sometimes happens if I’m anxious or scared.”

“No need to apologize,” Steve said, elbowing Bucky, who was in the process of pulling a rude face.

You settled in nicely at the compound. You had been extremely nervous about meeting everyone, especially Natasha Romanoff- it was the way your father talked about her and the thing he had told you about her made you feel extremely intimidated.

“Hello, (y/n),” Natasha said, smiling at you.

“Natasha- can I call you that?” you asked. In your head, you had hoped to meet Natasha while coming across as someone badass, like yeah, Hulk’s daughter and telekinetic, totally badass, but the moment you saw her, you completely lost your shit.

 But soon enough, she put you at ease. You talked a lot, mostly about your dad.

“I’ve heard you can actually calm him down when the other guy comes around,” you said. “How?”

Natasha just shrugged. “He’s always in there, somewhere.”

 Steve was always a complete gentleman. The let-me-draw-your-chair-and-open-doors-for-you type of gentleman. Bucky, who was always with him, was initially a little sour towards you, but he couldn’t be very rude for long, not with Steve chiding him all the time.

Tony Stark you had already been acquainted with, and you were pleased to find that he hadn’t changed- he was still funny, sarcastic, witty and one of your father’s greatest friends.

Your dad had decided that it was about time that you were able to start exercising some control over your powers- you had absolutely no idea how to purposefully work your powers, but Wanda was put in charge of training you, and the two of you got along great.