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There were lots of ideas running through his head. After all he was the one being told to lead this team, the Avengers Initiative. Earths Mightiest heroes he had been told, what heroes? So far few of them had really proved themselves, at least as far as he was concerned. In fact there were only about two people he felt he could trust to help defend the Earth. Then there were the whole international laws to adhere to and the fact the Earth wasn't exactly united...

Though being Captain America kind of made things a bit lopsided. Perhaps he'd speak to Fury about tyring to get some other countries equal representation... though that would take time and effort and he had other matters on his hands currently. Swooping down out of the back of the Quinjet, wings extended he could already see New York was in chaos, in two different areas. He knew that in one of them Spider-man was throwing down with some kind of triceratops however Hawkeye had that scene locked down, his concern was with the second site. The one that had been destroyed by the Hulk and two would be heroes. He had to hand it to the other green guy (Older S.H.I.E.L.D files claimed him to be Loki, however he wouldn't believe that) He at least knew what to do in a seemingly unwinable situation in urban terrain, get the threat away from the general population. 

He swooped down, into a roll and as the security doors on the office building began to slam closed (Obviously something was faulty, but with what the building had been through you couldn't blame it) he threw his own shield, timing it perfectly so that the door was held open by it. Then retracting his wings back into the pack he ran over and slid onto the ground. Helping to pull people out. He could kind of see the two so called "Heroes" in mid air. They seemed to be watching the commotion. "You two, get yourselves in gear. This buildings going to come down, get everybody out." He then turned and nodded to nearby S.H.I.E.L.D agents, who ran around the building with small explosives placing them on the building itself. A free falling building was dangerous, they had to control the fall and take it down where they wanted it to go down. 

@Spud@Natty this was more or less just to give you something to post. If you want Spud having been on Earth for a short period of time now Wilson becoming Captain America was on television and all over the media in a morale boost attempt.

The moment he disappeared, Bruces more scientific mind was trying to figure out how he did so. If it was teleportation how did it work? Did he create wormholes? Manipulate gravity? Or was it some form of time dialtion that made it seem like teleportation to those outside of the field. Of course his newer, more realistic side clamped that down. He wasn't a scientist anymore, he was a fugitive. He had to work out how to survive, and while Loki told him to wait he didn't really expect the "god" to return. So he began looking around for some form of shelter. Though just as he was thinking about calling a nice pile of sticks home he heard some clanking.

Turning around he saw Loki with a pile of what appeared to be camping gear, some food, clothes. Everything he would need to survive out here, at least initially. However he had a high enough IQ that he could probably figure out how to get everything else going. He walked over to the edge of the pile furthest from Loki, still worried to get too close. First as this was the first person to be nice to him (Other than Betty) after discovering he was the Hulk and he still didn't know the motives that Loki was playing on. The fact Loki was a trickster god was Bruces real concern, could you trust someone that in myth and legend went down as a liar and a scoundrel? So he decided to just thank him instead, and be done with it.

"Thankyou, Loki." He rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. "I guess I owe you one. These supplies will come in pretty handy-" He looked around at the vast expanse. However he was noticably less interested in the heavens than his green counterpart was, though of course Bruce himself didn't notice that for he didn't have memories of being the Hulk anyway. "-and there's no chance I can hurt anybody out here."  He hadn't forgotten that Loki had said that he hadn't hurt anyone other than those who got in his way.

However he had still hurt, possibly killed. Yes he was the one who worked on the Gamma Bomb but that was only to get into the world of Gamma energy. Nobody would fund a scientist trying to create a powerful energy source for all man kind to share, so he had to start with something that could get him recognition. Get him seen.

It got me seen all right.

Reaper sliced up through his current target, noticing the crimson humanoid thing appear. She, her body shape suggested she anyway, got out of a police car with another individual. Neither of them cops interesting. However he never got that much time to think about it as more gangbangers appeared, pulling back the hammer on his old .45 he let out the last remaining five shots hitting all of them square in the chest. Whoever these gang members were, they weren't the most experienced of individuals. In fact he was somewhat disappointed in their level of skill. He merely shrugged it off, it didn't really matter. After all he had a new problem to worry about. Twisting around the scythe was brought round near the boy, man, teen. Whatever. 

Thirty centimeters could seem like a lot, however it was a deadly weapon poised to strike. He didn't direct his question at either of htem in particular, however it was one that needed answered. "So where'd two young-" He looked at the one covered head to toe in crimson. She was obviously some kind of meta, some kind being the operative part of the conversation. Though he couldn't really talk, century old cowboy who wielded a scythe and had the possibility to turn into a monster. He was about as weird as they came. "-people get a cruiser?" He swung the scythe round in a show off force until the top of the staff touched the ground beside him, the blade curving up around behind him.

"Normally I wouldn't complain about the help. Though a police cruiser isn't exactly easy to come by." Lesson one, look relaxed. Throw them off guard, they knew he could cause hurt but the point was to let them think they had the advantage and he had let his guard down. He even lessened his grip on the scythe. His guard was essentially down, however he had trained for these situations so many times he'd be ready no matter what happened next, or at least he'd hope so.

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