I stared at myself through shattered pieces of a mirror that was once whole...much like my heart. I don't know how long I stood there, just looking at my disoriented reflection. There were glass shards all around, and I didn't care to clean them up. This house has felt so empty without him. My brother I mean. He was...
It's been six months since the attack on New York and Bruce Banner is having a rough time staying under the radar. He is being hunted by Octavian Bard, a Russian General keen on catching the Hulk. While Bruce is on the run, he finds an unlikely friend in a girl also on the run from Bard. This story is dedicated to my...
He stood there, motionless, in the pouring rain. His dark brown hair soaking wet. Rain was dripping from his dark grey sweatshirt onto his red sneakers. His deep brown eyes were fixed on the name on that stone. Her stone. One of the many in that graveyard.
