Little Brother
Bruce Banner & Dylan Rhodes twins reunion
Three loud bangs have him jumping to his feet. It sounds like someone trying to bash his door down.
Dylan picks up his gun and creeps to the door. It's been a crazy day. Who knows what’s outside? Maybe ET just moved in next door and wants to borrow some sugar.
Dylan opens the door. A giant stares back at him. It has his brother’s face.
In that moment, all his FBI training flees his mind. Dylan stands there in shock, watching the rain roll off the muscular, green shoulders.
'Bruce?' he whispers.
The giant shakes his head. 'You help,' he grunts. Then he's shrinking, muscles receding back into the pale flesh... and Bruce is lying on his front lawn, half-naked and dirty and soaking wet.
Dylan falls to his knees on the damp grass beside him. Bruce is out cold, but his pulse flutters weakly under his fingers. It’s clear he’s not about to offer any answers.
In a daze, Dylan hefts his long-lost brother into his arms and carries him inside. Bruce's skin is icy to the touch, and the brick dust coating him is wet and gritty. Dylan lowers him onto the couch as gently as he can, ignoring the ache in his back from a day of dragging people out of danger.
Should he call an ambulance? But what if they take him away and lock him up somewhere? No, Dylan's on his own here. No backup.
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