6
Brooklyn, New York.
Present Day.
The door to the apartment came crashing inwards to the apartment with an almighty thud.
“I think the door was meant to open outwards Steve.” Came a voice through the doorway.
“Sorry about that.” Stepping into the apartment Steve Rogers walked in, wearing casual clothes but holding his shield ready, having used it to help break in but still holding ready for an form of attack or assault that could come his way.
Following behind Steve Rogers Bruce Banner walked in, unlike Rogers he was undefended but looked fatigued and worried, his usual neat clothes looked crumbled and as if they had been slept in, his unruly curly hair looked as he had thrown his fingers through more than a dozen times that day. Stepping over the broken remains of the broken door Bruce Banner turned and scanned the room, the look of worry only increased. Letting out a pained exhale, he looked at Rogers. “I knew it, she’s gone and she’ been taken. Its my fault, I could of never listened to Stark.”
“Bruce,” Rogers started, “don’t blame yourself, we took all the precautions we could, Daisy knew the risks when she left the tower.”
Shaking his head, Banner looked down to the ground. “She trusted me Steve, she came to me for help and I let her down.”
Rogers put a comforting hand on his shoulder. “We’ll find her Bruce, Tony is already doing all he can, we just have to….”
Bruce Banner knelt down to the floor, looking intensely at something.
“What is it?” Rogers said.
Reaching over, Banner put his hand on a foot print, left on the floor by feet/shoes which had walked in mud or dirt and had left very clear mark in the beige carpet. The size of his hands covered the mark, the mark was quite sizeable and from the width, not just a normal foot print but boot sized and military issued type.
“Hydra.” Banner breathed.
Looking around the ground from where he stood, Roger realised something. “Only one type of foot print.” Moving around and into the bedroom to his right, Steve Rogers scanned quickly. “If this was Hydra the would be more, people, this was someone else Banner.”
Jumping up from where he crouched, Banner run towards the open window of the apartment, the thin white curtain blowing gently in the cold window breeze, the sound of cars and New York City outside eased itself into the room. Breathing heavily, holding his palms together, Banner looked out the window, if anyone had looked at his eyes the quicks flicks of his iris changing from his normal gentle brown eyes to pulsing deep green as Doctor Banner tried to calm himself down.
“Do you need to smash something Bruce?” Rogers asked helpful from behind.
Taking a deep breath, the last few remains of his pulsing surge of angry begun to find Banner replied. “No…thank you. I just…need a moment.”
Nodding Rogers looked in through the doorway of Daisy bedroom. It was then he noticed the clothes on her bed, thrown all over. “Clothes, she took clothes. Whoever took her wanted to make sure she had clothes, which means there traveling.”
“Which means that it’ll be harder to find her.” Banner said.
“Bruce, whoever has her doesn’t want any harm to come to her, if they didn’t why would they want her to have clothes, they could have just grabbed her and gone.” Rogers told him. “We know she has value to some pretty important people in Hydra, they won’t kill her Bruce.”
Running his fingers through his hairs Bruce turned back to face Steve. A new look of determination on his face. “Who has ever taken her, i’m going to Hulkanise them into tiny pieces and shoot them off into space.”
“Whatever makes you happy Doc.” Rogers replied. “I’m sure Stark would love to help on that one.”
“Come-on.” Bruce said starting towards the door. “We have to find out if there’s security footage of anyone Hydraesque being around here in the last 12 hours.”
“Bruce…” Roger said following him then stopping. “If it Bucky…”
Banner stopped and looked at him.
“No Hulkanising…not without letting me talk to him.”
“You still think your friend is in there? After all these years?” Banner asked.
“Yes…I do.” Rogers told him. “But promise me, if it is Bucky you’ll won’t do anything like pummel him to pieces and then off into space..”
“Rogers…they took my friend.” Banner looked at him. “All I want is her back safe and the rest…we can sort out when she’s safe. Okay?”
Nodding, satisfied Rogers replied. “Okay.”
Both man stepped over the broken door again to exist. As he left Rogers looked over the doorway and remarked. “They sure don’t build things to last nowadays, never seen a door crumble like that, all i did was just tap it.”
“Your not just called Captain America for your golden boy looks Steve.” Banner said back to as he went down the stairs. “You are a star spangled man.”
Rolling his eyes. “I’m never going to live down that song.”
“Nope.” Banner yelled back to him.