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I walked through white halls of a S.H.I.E.L.D hospital building, I had a really cool outfit on. It was a black jacket, a black S.H.I.E.L.D shirt, and black skinny jeans; it was a pretty funny outfit because the only mismatched thing were my green converse shoes. 
My thick brown hair was pulled up into a high pony tail, I had a belt on with some small gadgets I will probably never learn to use. One accessory I had was this look-a-like watch, except it was a heart rate monitor Dad had given me to know when I could get really strong at bad times. 
The time now was like, 7 in the morning, I could barely sleep (mostly cause S.H.I.E.L.D non-patient hospital rooms had beds with mattresses like stale marshmallows), and Dad had to somewhat sleep next to me since I kind of had a bad dream, which gave me a panic attack. 
                          
My dream was just about Morgan getting revenge on me, entering my apartment, cornering me, and then right as she was about to stab me with a knife, I woke up.......really scary if you were me. 
                          
My eyes are heavy, so I frequently rub them, thanks to lack of sleep, and now I'm almost petrified to close my eyes. Dad says I may have a few panic attacks from bad dreams, or maybe remembrance, but he's in it with me too, he said a few years after being the Hulk could drive you insane with panic attacks and bad dreams.
The hallway is cold, as I'm about to meet Dad. I'm just in time as he walks out of a door, an experiment room....
"Hey," we both say at the same time. Dad sounds and looks tired. "You okay?" I ask. He looks at me and nods. "Yeah, yeah, just...." he groaned and brushed his hair back. "How are you?" He asked. I sighed loudly. "Probably same as you, tired, sore, groggily perhaps," I say with a cough at the end. Dad smiles at me, I look up at him and smile. 
"What?" I ask. 
"You..." he smiled. I giggled as we passed a long mirror with doctors on the other side. That's when sirens blared. I jumped and Dad looked a bit annoyed. My heart just increased by the surprise. Luckily, I felt no Gamma travel through my blood. The sirens were loud, very loud. Doors up ahead that were see through, had someone pushing a hospital bed.
                          
She was blond with tangly curly hair, pale skin like snow, her eyes closed softly, and a muzzle over her mouth. People were yelling to move out of the way as they pushed her into the emergency room right there. Dad took me in his arms.
I killed her....
I killed Morgan....
I looked back to see Emil Blonsky being shoved out of the emergency room. He's complaining and yelling as agents come and hold him by his arms. I'm still in Dad's arms as I still see Emil complaining, hoping he doesn't turn into Abomination. 
"I killed her....I killed her, I killed her-"
"No, no you didn't, Kerry you didn't do anything wrong." Dad soothed. I sobbed as tears filled my eyes. "Shh.....you're okay, you're okay." Dad whispered in my hair. I hugged him tight, he ran his hand up and down my back, calming me down. Whispering that everything's alright, and everyone is okay. I'm done with being okay.
                          
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After a small episode of tears, then sleep, Dad and I walked into an office with glass windows, and a desk with a smooth brown woods, and sitting at the desk, was Nick Fury. He got up from his chair and walked around it towards Dad and I. 
"Kerry Banner," he said, Dad stayed close to me, and I grabbed his hand, giving it a small squeeze. 
"Where do I begin," Fury said, hands behind his back, standing in front of his desk. "You, are a stubborn, insolent, frustrated, teenager," Fury said. Ouch. 
I looked down to the ground. "That's exactly what S.H.I.E.L.D needs." Fury said. I looked up at him. "You-No, no, I told you before, no." I say.
"Miss Banner, we have very talented people here, you're S.H.I.E.L.D material."
"You'd only be using me as a weapon to traumatize people." 
                          
"Not a weapon, you see, we had to use your father, for something, that may never happen again, but, fate decides itself, and you may be our next Hulk." Fury explained.
"Sorry to let you down but I don't turn green, remember?" I say, I look to Dad and give him an apologetic look. He simply just smiles, and I smile facing forward. "Turning green doesn't matter, what does is that you save the world," Fury says. When would I need to save the world? "So, are you in?" 
I already know the answer.
"No." I say. Fury sighs or something, then looks at me. "Is that your final answer?" He asks. I nod. Fury looks down at the ground, then back up. He walks passed us, and he says,
"There was a catch if you said, yes, but, you must already know if you disagreed. So pack your bags, you're moving to Alaska." I look to Dad, he has the same shocked expression as me. My head turns to Fury who opens the office door.
                          
"What?" I ask, but Fury has already shut the door.
                          
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What is up with SHIELD relocating people? 
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Lol
UGH IM SO MAD I HAD A REALLY VERY CUTE OICTURE ON THELAST CHAOTER BUT IT DIDNT SHOW!!! 😡😡😡
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Anyways,
Thanks guys ✌️