<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/90/JustapoorboyA.jpg) </div><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong> Dr. Robert Bruce Banner<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong> The Incredible Hulk<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Humanity, mostly<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Los Angeles, near Wilshire<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong> Marcus, Thor, Rogue, Mid-Knight<br/></span></span><hr/>*Translated from Spanish<br/><br/>*”How much further? We can’t keep up this pace, my friend.”   It was a small group of survivors, people who had not been killed in the initial attacks.. or yet rounded up by the troops of Apocalypse. Survivors, and they wish to stay that way.  *”There are lots of buildings here. We can hide in one of them for the night. In the morning, we can move again. Is that okay with everyone?”    The man leading the way looks back towards the group of 6 people, and all of them nod in agreement. 5 of them are of Mexican descent, and can’t speak English well. And the 6th, he is clearly American. But apparently understands Spanish. He hasn’t said much, in fact some of the others of the group have made comment on how… sheepish he is. Almost distant. But there’s a good reason why he’s in the group, he’s a doctor. A real doctor, and that is of use.<br/><br/>The small group has found it’s way to Wilshire boulevard, and all of them are simply saddened by what they have seen so far. So much destruction.. so much death. And all of them, regrettably, know there is only more to come. So, they stay together for now.  *”If I may.. where will we go when the morning comes? Do we have any thoughts on that?”   the American asks in a soft, unassuming tone. The defacto leader of the group shakes his head as they continue down the street, keeping to the sidewalk as much as possible.    *”I know it’s a long way off, but I really think we should head south. Get out of the country if we can. In Mexico, I’m sure there are more survivors. We go there, maybe find more people.”<br/><br/>They continue down Wilshire Boulevard, all of them noticing the mostly destroyed restaurants. The American amongst them motions towards a pharmacy that seems mostly intact. But of course everything seems abandoned. It’s almost eery, like a ghost town.  *”We should get water and food there.”   The leader nods and pats the American on the shoulder, appreciating his keen sense of observation. And the fact he’s kind of been advising him ever since they met a couple days ago.   *”Yes, we’ll get what we need and then move on. I don’t think this is a good place to stop.” So as one they move towards the pharmacy, and they break the front window out. The American feels bad about looting like this.. but it’s not like they’re trying to take a television or something. It’s things they need. And candy.<br/>About a half hour passes, and they are on their way once more, heading east down Wilshire boulevard. Only a few minutes pass, and one of them thinks they see movement up ahead. The American stays utterly calm, but the others start to panic a little.   *”Is it them? The killers?”  The leader shakes his head as he squints, trying to make out anything in the darkness.   *”I can’t see.. I’ll go look. Rest of you stay here till I say it’s okay.”  Reluctantly the rest of the group stays behind, and the leader sprints towards the Los Angeles County Museum of Art. Once he’s close, well he can’t make out a lot. But one thing does stand out to him as he spies on the group there. A man in a large red cape, holding a hammer.   “Madre de Dios..”  he whispers. He might not be from around here, but he easily recognizes the mighty Thor. From across the street, he now moves quickly towards the museum, and he motions his group that it’s okay. They all start towards the museum now as one, cautiously though. The leader of the group, his name Cesar, stops quite a ways from the group gathered, his hands up. He speaks in a pleaing tone, his English broken by his Spanish accent.    “Please, do not turn us away too. We need somewhere to sleep.. I recognize you, Mr. Thor. Please, we just need help, we are going south.”   The rest of his group starts to come into view, and Cesar motions to them.  “Look, we can earn our keep. One of my good friends is a doctor!”  He says with a pleased smile.<br/><br/>And the said doctor now steps forward, not yet seeing who Cesar is speaking to. He is the American, and instantly Thor would recognize him as Dr. Bruce Banner. He speaks as he gets to the front of the small group.  “Yes, I’m a doctor. Does anyone nee-d—h—elp….”    His voice stumbles, and then falls away as he stares wide eyed, seeing now Thor, whom he recognizes. He also recognizes Rogue, but Thor much moreso.<br/><br/>This is really what he wanted to avoid. Seeing any of them. He wanted to remain invisible.. but now that’s not possible..<br/>