By primepower53 14 Comments
A REBOOT OF MY MARVEL GENESIS: INCREDIBLE HULK SERIES
The room was filled with random flings of metal, as well as being nearly covered in crumpled papers. Random pencils and pens lay about from tireless hours of jotting down notes. Filing cabinets were stacked against the wall. The air was hot and humid; Bruce Banner could not afford air conditioning.
Banner flung papers from his filing cabinet onto his desk, where a lone lamp (his only light source) shined brightly on them. Small bits of dust shone through the lamps light. Bruce sat down at the desk and poured himself over the papers, taking an occasional bight of a ham sandwich he had prepared earlier. Finally, after hours of searching, the name he was looking for popped up.
General Thaddeus Ross
“There you are,” Bruce said, fiddling with his glasses. “Now what has your research found me this time...”
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Jennifer Walters had stayed up all night, examining evidence that could convict a caught killer. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes, fighting hard to stay awake as she tried to read the text (which soon began to blur) She found herself falling asleep and would soon catch herself and begin to read from where she left off.
It was during a time like this that Jennifer was awoken by a loud ringing from the phone. In a half asleep trance-like movement, she fumbled across her desk for the phone, and picked it up.
“Hello?” Jennifer’s voice was groggy from long nights without sleep. She had a murder case and a killer to convict. Not one for distractions, she was angry with the caller.
“I need a favor.” came a depressed, yet slightly familiar voice from the other end of the line. Jennifer snapped up, now fully awake and alert.
“OhmyGod!” she quickly cried, “Bruce?!”
“Jen,” he said, “I need a favor; do you have a pen?”
Jennifer fumbled around her desk, searching frantically. “Yes, yes, there’s one here somewhere! With surprising speed, she withdrew a pen from a drawer, “go ahead.”
“I need some information on a name.” Bruce told her, “I was hoping you could pulls some strings, and use any connections you might have." There was a sense of urgency in his voice.
“So what’s the name?” Jennifer asked frantically.
“Thaddeus Ross.” Jennifer dropped her pen and slammed the phone down and leapt out of her chair as if frightened by something crawling across the floor. She put her head to her temple. “Oh God, Bruce…what have you done now?”