PROLOGUE
IT’S BEEN A LONG, LONG NIGHT FOR BRUCE. Tracking the gamma signature of the Tesseract from the Helicarrier is starting to feel impossible. Sure, the resources are excellent and the work is... doable— but the company?
He is completely fucking exhausted. Spending even just one day with Tony Stark has drained the life straight out of him. Sure, the guy is smart, but it’s like he makes it his life’s mission to piss off everyone around him as much as possible.
“Hungry?” a new, but exceptionally familiar voice pipes up, a young woman strolling into the room. Bruce’s head snaps up in an instant, his attention successfully stolen.
“I brought McDonald’s,” she continues, “but only enough for me and Bruce— so sorry, Stark.” Tony’s brows furrow as he looks up at the woman.
“Who the hell are you?” he wonders, bewildered. Bruce puts his tools down, still staring.
“What the hell are you doing here?” he wonders, looking almost affronted. She snorts, her McDonald’s bags filling the nearest open table space.
“Hell of a way to greet your little sister,” she remarks, quirking her eyebrows up at Bruce. She turns to Tony, sticking out her hand.
“Olivia Banner. Nice to meet you,” she introduces, flashing him a polite smile.