After so long in a plane, people tend to look like shit. Especially if they don't bring make up cases wit them, simply because for the last months they wore no make up considering no one but the military on the other side of the street saw her. Holes in her eyes due to the lack of sleep on the past weeks, months, she didn't even know anymore.

Right now she was walking to a cab, trying not to catch anyone's atention. Hopefully her father's men didn't find her in the crowd yet. 

Yes, she knew he had sent two of his men to watch out for her. Better move than to try and convince her not to go on her trip in the search of Bruce. Even Thunderbold Ross knew what would be the results of that, he was too afraid to even try.

"Baxter Building, please." Betty said to the cab driver just as she got in.

Before he could drive off, a man entered the cab from the door oposite to Betty's. He was bald and wearing a grey suit, but what called her attention was the pin on his chest. A skull.

"Oh, sorry. I really need to get going, ma'am. If you could please be polite and take another cab." Said the bald man to Betty with a kind expression.

"Excuse you?" She responded, not in the mood to take anyone's shit today. "I will not."

"Please, darling, I have business to attend." He was with his hand on his forehead, as if he was so done with the subject. "Sure your sales are important but men's gotta work."

His comment made Betty really offended, so she just bit her lip and looked at him like a people looked at a rabid dog. People like that really made her want to have a personal Hulk as a lap dog, in this case she would let him out at the man.

"Sorry, 'darling', but I have something far more important to get to. So you may leave or we'll both be stuck here all day and, unlike you, I have no time to waste." Betty said without looking to him. 

"Oh, pleas--" Before the man could speak he was interrupted.

"Sir, please might you leave my cab before I have to ask someone to remove you." The cab driver said with a pissed off tone. Betty couldn't help but to smile

The bald man looked a little angry, but not as much as most people would be in his position. He grabbed the phone in his pocket with one hand and opened the cab door with the other. When he left the cab, the driver smiled to Betty as they drove off.

"I'll be late." Were the last words she heard from that misogynist bald man.

"Sorry for that, lady." Said the driver with a realy polite tone.

"Not your fault." Betty said, grabbing her phone and texting Jen that she would be arriving soon. "Thank you, by the way." She was still texting, but felt the need to thank the man.

"Never a problem." He said, fixing the cap he wore on his head.

The trafic didn't help them, they were stuck for a while. During this time Betty tracked down possible whereabouts for Bruce and people he was related to. Stark was the only name which actually got any response in Betty's head. Sure, a living legend was important as much as the thunder god but she would be able to track down Stark easily. Also, she didn't felt like going to a museum nor to Asgard.

Hell, Asgard was real. Betty really hated herself right now for mocking that article alongside Samson that one time. If one day she got to meet that Jane Foster scientist who wrote it she would be so sorry. Being in the field of science was a tricky thing, especially after the latest events. Interdimensional alliens and portals were real. Even with huge hulkling monsters Betty could never guess on that. The driver himself said to her that his nephe was saved from an allien attack on a bus by Capain America and two men in black.

The gamma radiation expert had seen some weird tuff happen, but she would never have guessed things would be this weird. Everything happening made a girl wonder if there was any limit to the unthinkable. Up 'til some days ago she wouldn't believe in allien life, even if her last boyfriend could turn into an emerald monster, but now she doubted that they could be alone in the universe. Well, maybe the multiverse theory was right. Maybe there are too many possibilities they didn't take in consideration.

"Here." The woman said as she grabbed the wallet in her purse and got the driver his money.

"Have a nice time on town." He said before she waved and he drove off. 

Now she was in the Baxter Building, home of one of the smartest people in the world. Too bad she wouldn't get a chance to talk to him due to his planned space journey. Betty wondered if said journey would have been pushed back after the latest events. She wouldn't like to risk herself in outer space if she didn't know what could she find there.

After walking herself into the lobby, Betty was surprised she didn't even get to the elevator before meeting the bus lawyer that her friend was runnign towards the street. Jen only stopped a few steps after she passed by Betty, turning herself back to the dark haired woman.

"Betty, you're here!" Jen seemed really distracted, not an unusual thing.

"Yes, I thought you got my text." Betty said with an awkward smile on her face.

"Oh, I left my phone in my bathroom. Sorry!" Jen really looked so worried, Betty could see the stress marks forming on her friend's face.

"Calm down, is alright." She smiled to Jen, then gave her friend a look of tenderness. "If you're busy I can come later."

"No!" Jen said, a little too expressive. Stress could do that to a person, Betty would say. "Come with me!" The lawyer didn't even wait for Betty's response, she grabbed Betty's arm and dragged the other to a red car parked in front of the building.

"Where are we going?" Betty asked, fixing her hair and face. Making sure nothing fell of her bag. 

"A trial. This gang was taken down by some sort of micro-vigilante and police was give information about their crimes by an annonymous blogger. They are going to jail, I'm just making sure they'll stick to it." The woman in a suit had a proud smile on her face as she turned the car keys and drove off. "With everything that has been going on I am trying my best not to get involved with these "superhero" cases but they find me." Jen kept talking.

Betty eventually turned her attention off, she lost herself in her own thoughts again. Jennifer and Bruce could no be related, by any means. Her friend was too uptight and work-driven when she obviously hated her work, while Bruce was passionate about everything he did in life. Well, at least he used to be.

"That's interesting." Were Betty's only words to her friend, she wanted to find Bruce more than ever.