Summers' Purpose

Y/n carried the bags of groceries in her arms, her blue wisps helping her with a few more as she nudged the car door close gently. She walked into the building, reminded of one of the reasons she appreciated her powers for: being useful in daily life activities. She made her way to the pantry, already thinking of the groceries she would start sorting out first. Deep in her thoughts, she was about to turn a corner when the sight of a big green man walking out of the kitchen caught her off-guard. She yelped as some of the bags fell, the contents spilling out on the floor. The big green man picked up an apple that rolled to his feet—the fruit looking minuscule in comparison—before greeting Y/n.

"I'm so sorry, did I startle you?" He asked, clearly feeling bad about the interaction. He watched as Y/n's face contorted between shock and confusion as she processed the image before her. He smiled awkwardly and decided to introduce himself. "I'm Bruce. Bruce Banner. Judging from your reaction, I guess they didn't tell you about me."

Y/n shook off her initial shock and spoke to him. "No, no. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude. I've heard about you, of course. I just wasn't—Um..." She wondered if it was okay for her to continue what she was going to say, but started to regret wanting to say it in the first place. Bruce decided to help ease the situation.

"You weren't expecting me to be this tall? No... It's the sweater, isn't it? It doesn't compliment my shade of green well, huh?" He chuckled and Y/n followed suit.

"Honestly? I wasn't expecting to see the Hulk casually wandering around the compound wearing a sweater. I thought your thing was just shorts," Y/n laughed. "I'm Y/n Summers. Nice to meet you, Dr. Banner." She extended her hand to shake his and he quickly returned the gesture. The size difference of their hands quietly amused her when she saw her whole hand resting on his fingers.

"Don't sweat it, just call me Bruce. Let me help with these." Bruce bent down, carefully pinching the items and placing them into the bags before picking them up in one swoop into his arms.

"Uh, thank you. You didn't have to, really. It kinda was my fault." Y/n followed Bruce as he carried the groceries into the kitchen, setting the bags on the counter gently.

Bruce waved her off, smiling as he started to help her unpack the items. "I saw how you carried some of these bags in. You got some cool powers," he tried to make conversation.

Y/n shrugged, her wisps opening the cabinets and cupboard doors as she started to store the items in their place. "It's useful, but it can be a bitch to control sometimes. Oh, pardon the language," she glanced at Bruce, smiling nervously as she moved to restock the fridge.

"I'm no stickler for manners like Rogers, don't worry. But don't tell him I said that though," Bruce chuckled. "Yeah, I read about your abilities. It's interesting—the way your powers work and all. The team, especially Tony, said we share something in common. You know, the whole 'you won't like me when I'm angry' thing."

Y/n couldn't help but laugh. "Yeah... I guess we do have something in common. I thought you were gonna say shoe size, though," The both of them shared another laugh, and their conversation continued easily as they got acquainted with each other better.

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The team gathered at the warehouse, interested in the speaker-looking machine at the back of the van Scott drove in. Scott was going on excitedly about the device as the rest of them listened. Y/n's phone rang, and she excused herself to answer the call.

"Maria?"

"Olá, minha querida! Did you miss me?" Maria's chirpy voice startled Y/n.

"Uh... Did you call me just to say hi or..." Y/n asked, turning away when she noticed Natasha glancing at her from a distance.