It had all started with a news report about a collapsed cave at three in the morning. Excavators had discovered an ancient cave--they also hadn’t survived. Thousands of bat-like creatures had erupted out of the cavity they’d opened, tearing the excavators apart like they were nothing more than tufts of cotton, then flooded out into the open air.<br/><br/>Scientists labeled them a long-excinct form of bat from thousands of years ago, holed up underground for eons. Soon attacks began to spread, focusing in large cities, but spreading to smaller towns rapidly. It happened all too fast. Bruce had had the misfortune to be in New York City at the time.<br/><br/>The Avengers were brought together; Bruce doesn’t remember much beyond that. He was pretty sure he’d shifted into Hulk, believing that the green behemoth would be able to just rip the little monsters apart.<br/><br/>When he woke up, he was sore in too many places to count, laying in a pile of rubble, partially buried, naked, and lucky to be alive, he’d later learn. It was broad daylight, and as Bruce stared up into the sky, he saw swarms and swarms of the strange, tan-colored creatures circling overhead, flying across the sky, squawking and screeching ominously as they sought out more prey.<br/><br/>While Hulk had been fighting, he and the rest of the world had caught onto the fact that the creatures couldn’t see, and could only hear. Bruce didn’t have that benefit though, so as he slowly began to struggle free, rocks tumbling and shifting around him alerted the swarms overhead to his presence. He saw dozens of them diving for him. He thought maybe he screamed. There was tremendous pain, and then he blacked out.<br/><br/>The next time he woke up, it was in a field, on his back, staring up at a twilight sky. The vesps were even here, swarming far up overhead, only this time Bruce knew better than to make a sound. He struggled to comprehend what had happened. Had Hulk won that battle? He was still alive--of course that was a good sign. But there were still so many creatures. Hulk wouldn’t have gone away had he had the ability to keep fighting them. Right? Swallowing, Bruce slowly began to shift into a sitting position. It took a lot of effort not to groan in pain. He felt like he’d been chewed up and spat out, though he didn’t appear to have any actual physical injuries. He could guess that he did though; they’d simply healed. At least, partially healed.<br/><br/>Stumbling, he got to his feet, looking around him, and simply focused on not letting his heart race out of control. He didn’t know where he was. It was almost dark. Those monsters were everywhere, though they seemed not to have noticed him, yet. And he was naked. Looking around, there was nothing but some old farm equipment, the dead and scavange corpse of a goat.. And a farmhouse. Letting out a slow, quiet sigh, Bruce turned to try and creep toward the house, wincing at the prickly grass and burrs under his bare feet, but knowing he had little choice.<br/><br/>OOC: If you have any questions regarding the setting please let me know! Otherwise please feel free to jump in as any other Marvel character, OC character, or heck even some DC character! We can make whatever work!  They can be the owner of the farmhouse, or it can be an abandoned farmhouse that your character has already sought refuge in, or they can be out in the field, whatever works for ya!