Chapter 4
You’ve Got a Condition
Bruce Banner’s eyes fluttered open. The light blue field of a blurry sky was the first sight to greet him. His skin tingled with goose bumps from a breeze that carried over his body. Banner had awoken one too many times just like this not to know what had happened, though repetition never lessened the subsequent sickening slushing in his stomach after he lost control.
Letting out a shaky breath, Banner slapped a hand over his eyes, attempting to rub out the tingling soreness. Bile continued snaking up to his throat. Any effort to stand and the last of the snacks Stark shared with him on the Helicarrier would end up in a puddle on the ground. Rather than risk making a mess, Banner remained flat on his back, permitting the cold soil to rob his body of remaining heat.
Soon he would have to rise, but not yet.
The upside to all of this was that Banner remained alone. Sometimes the Other Guy did not grant him the privilege of waking up in a quiet, isolated place; sometimes Banner had to spit out the acid lurking in the back of his mouth and scramble for shelter. But the chirping of birds and leaves swishing with the wind assured him he could take the time to reset before running again. Fresh air washed over him—a welcome sensation that soothed Banner’s stormy stomach.
“What is this thing?”
Banner’s chest squeezed at the sound of an unfamiliar voice. The receding bile surged upward yet again under renewed tension. He carefully lifted his hand away from his face, allowing a glint of sunlight to hit his sensitive eyes. Banner squinted through the blurriness that saturated his vision, but the blue sky was overcome by colorful shapes hovering about him. Though they were close, their distinctive features throbbed in and out of focus.
A red and pale yellow figure leaned over Banner. “I think it’s alive, you guys!” Its voice was like that of a child with a southern accent.
A being to his left, colored pale and topped with shades of pink and purple, hummed as if in thought. “It looks like it’s really hurt, though.”
“Let’s find out,” said another visage, one that stood at Banner’s right side, its scratchy voice brimming with self-assurance. As the figure lurched closer, its orange and purple colors consumed the entirety of Banner’s sight. “Hey! Are you okay?”
Banner’s lips parted, but a glob of saliva slipped its way into his windpipe. He covered his mouth and coughed, trying his best not to spew spittle upon whoever was speaking to him. The creature immediately jolted back along alongside its two compatriots, yet the trio did not retreat.
“I guess that’s a maybe,” said the orange creature, apologetic.
Overcoming the coughing fit, Banner cleared his throat loudly. He smacked his tongue inside his mouth, gathering all the spit he could before gulping it down in one swallow. With one hand still covering his mouth, Banner shifted his other hand onto his sensitive abdomen and grunted.
The three figures were silent now, enraptured by Banner’s struggle against the urge to vomit. As the creatures gained greater clarity, he felt the excess tightness loosen in his chest. They looked like tiny horses whose eyes were several sizes too large for the proportions of their heads. Tied over their shoulders were red patchwork cloaks, not unlike capes kids might wear when impersonating superheroes.
Banner’s gaze darted across the three colorful miniature equines. The more he looked at them, the more his chest relaxed under pressure. Strange as the horse creatures were, they looked harmless—hardly as threatening as Loki or the US Army. It seemed unlikely they would demand his surrender or call in a strike team armed to the teeth. At least, he hoped such would not be the case.
Blinking slowly, Banner further realized that unless he was suffering from especially vivid auditory hallucinations, these creatures were capable of communication. That they evidently spoke English was in its own right a curious revelation, one that further piqued his interest. The arrival of the Asgardians had already answered the question regarding whether humanity was alone in the universe. But how could these creatures, so disparate from both normal horses and human beings, have developed such humanlike characteristics, including an identical language? Did this have something to do with the activities of races like the Asgardians?
Banner licked his crusty lips, mustering the guile to speak. There would only be one way to know for certain.
“Is this Asgard?”
The horses looked at each other, and then back at Banner. The yellow horse, whose red mane was adorned with a pink bow, tilted its head to one side. “Uh, a what now?”
Glancing downward, Banner murmured, “I guess not.”
“Are you a space alien?” the orange horse suddenly asked, glaring intently at Banner.
Banner looked back up, matching the horse’s gaze. “I don’t know.” He scratched the side of his head. “Am I?”
“Well, you are sort of a talking monkey… thing,” said the light gray horse with the curly mane, who sounded the youngest out of the three. “Did you come from outer space?”
“I might have.” Reclining on an arm, Banner eyed the little horse that had finished speaking. He stopped moving; only now did he see the short horn sticking out from beneath its mane. “Are you a unicorn?”
“Mhmm!” the horse squeaked happily. A small frown quickly replaced its glee. “I’m not really all that great with magic, though.”
“Isn’t your sister supposed to be helpin’ you with that?” the yellow horse asked.
The unicorn kicked its hoof against the ground. “I keep asking Rarity to help but she won’t listen. She’s either making dresses or going to the spa or doing other business stuff.”
“I hate to break up this super exciting chat about your sister, Sweetie Belle,” the orange horse cut in, “but we’ve got better things to talk about. You know, like the big hairy alien right in front of us.”
“It ain’t that hairy, Scootaloo,” the yellow horse said, lifting an incredulous brow.
“He’s hairy enough to me, Apple Bloom!” the horse, evidently named Scootaloo, exclaimed. It then cast a tentative gaze on Banner. “You are a he, right?”
“Uh…” Hit by a wave of self-consciousness, Banner scanned the length of his body. As was usually the case, the Other Guy had left no clothing intact, not even the tattered pants provided by the security guard from the warehouse in Jersey City. Banner quickly shot a hand down to cover his groin and crossed a thigh over for additional protection. “Yeah… Yeah, I am.”
“Cool…” Scootaloo murmured, her eyes growing wider in amazement. “A real space alien.”
Coughing once more, Banner’s eyelids squeezed shut, combating a dull migraine pricking at his temples. “Where am I exactly?”
“Just outside Ponyville,” Apple Bloom said. “Near the Everfree Forest.”
Banner squinted at Apple Bloom. “Everfree Forest?”
“We were about to go there on a treasure hunt!” Scootaloo declared. When she spoke—and Banner presumed all three horses were female, given their speech and demeanor—something rapidly fluttered underneath the cape draped over her back. “Sweetie Belle says sunrise is the best time of day to find rare loot! And boy was she right!”
Sweetie Belle pursed her lips. “Um, I don’t think space aliens count as treasure.”
Scootaloo turned to Sweetie Belle. “Says who? Space aliens are totally rare.”
“I’ve seen Rarity bring home all sorts of gems and rubies, but no space aliens.” Sweetie Belle’s voice then wavered when she said, “At least, I don’t think she has.”
Banner smiled bemusedly, watching the exchange unfold. A humored snort evolved into a snicker. He should have been scared of them—afraid of talking equines whose pastel colored coats, round heads, and large eyes made them appear like cartoon characters. But Banner had run afoul of world governments and an alien who styled himself after a Norse god; he had willingly jumped headfirst into the fray despite his better sense of the catastrophic consequences. Conversing with miniature horses and unicorns was an anticlimactic follow-through to the long-advertised invasion of Earth.
Banner’s chuckling receded when he noticed the three little horses were staring at him as though he had grown a set of antennae. As it turned out, they were just kids. They had not the slightest clue of his experiences. It was not so funny after all, then, having a laugh at their expense. And as Banner sucked in a deep breath, he understood how dangerous it was to be in their midst. His jaw locked in a flash of terror that vanished in the instant it arrived.
The tip of Apple Bloom’s muzzle wrinkled. “Is somethin’ wrong, mister?”
Banner shook his head once. “Sorry about that.” Shifting his weight, he said, “I guess I’m just having trouble adjusting to being a space alien.”
Scootaloo’s face tightened for a moment, harboring an edge of scrutiny. In an instant her expression softened as she shrugged. “Huh. I guess that sorta makes sense."
Just after Scootaloo spoke, Banner took the opportunity to further hoist himself away from the ground. Dirt scratched the skin of his backside as he curled his legs over each other. He was careful to keep his body strategically covered, greatly uncomfortable with sitting bare naked amongst children. None of the three girls appeared to mind his lack of clothing, but Banner did not take their lack of response as an invitation to be casual.
Now seated upright, Banner’s view of the environment was no longer occluded; he could see well out into the distance of a scenic landscape. The steel and concrete of New York had been replaced by rolling green hills and gentle slopes adorned with patches of trees. He sat upon a brown trail cutting over and across the grassy meadows that stretched to the horizon. Only a handful of scattered clouds threatened to obscure the morning sun.
The aroma of morning dew brought out fresh natural scents Banner had not tasted since his time hiding in the Canadian wilderness. In gathering that he was in an alien world sent a tingle through to his nerve endings. Although the countryside contained familiar sights and smells, so much more of it remained distant, as if conjured in a dream.
Yet the Tesseract’s power was hardly the stuff dreams were made of. Loki had dropped enough threats and hints for Banner to understand this place was not the home world of the Chitauri—unless Loki’s force comprised an army of adorable equines. Something had happened on Stark Tower that altered the equation. If Selvig’s device, powered by the Tesseract, punched holes in space—in effect forcing two distant areas to fold against each other—then it must have burrowed to a world well beyond Earth. And with the vacuum that had been produced by the portal over Stark Tower, Banner deduced that which was likely: Selvig’s machine malfunctioned, just as the prototype device had failed in the S.H.I.E.L.D. base during Loki’s arrival.
In short, the wrong door had been opened.
A haze settled over Banner as he rotated his neck to find the mouth of a dense forest behind him. The path disappeared into the darkness of trees and vines that formed walls of green and brown along the trail. Not even the sunlight could pierce through the canopy. But within the shade Banner caught sight of thick tree trunks broken in half. A staggered line of enormous holes in the soil ceased no more than twenty yards from where he sat. If there were any other signs of destruction, they remained hidden within the forest.
Fragmented images flickered in and out of Banner’s mind. His stomach turned over, begging for the chance to empty itself of the dizziness rising inside of him. He shook with the terror that filled him when the Quinjet tumbled through the sky. Coulson had gawked at him; then desperately tried comforting him over howling winds and waves of blue light. Banner’s fingernails tore through the straps holding him to his seat. He just wanted to get out of there. That was all he wanted. Nothing more.
The Other Guy was happy to oblige.
“So, do space aliens have names?”
Banner jolted at the sound of a voice layered in a southern accent, one coming from the horse named Apple Bloom. The shock jarred the bubbling bile building in his stomach, forcing him to lean over and at last spit out sour saliva. Air was suddenly precious, and Banner gasped as much oxygen as his burning lungs would allow. He moaned when letting go of his breath, teetering on the edge of heaving puke all across the dark earth beside him.
“Are you okay?” asked Sweetie Belle.
“Okay?” Banner hissed. His breaths dipped into shallow wheezing.
Scootaloo pursed her lips to one side in confusion. “Do you need to go to the doctor or something?”
“He might need to see a vet,” Apple Bloom said in complete earnestness. “I mean, a doctor ain’t gonna be much help.”
“Like a vet would?” Scootaloo retorted. “This isn’t like taking Winona to see Fluttershy, Apple Bloom. He needs, uh...”—Scootaloo’s eyebrows furrowed in frustration—“well, whatever a space alien needs to see when it gets sick!”
Glancing at Scootaloo, Sweetie Belle said, “Well, I guess then we’ve got to find an alien doctor.”
“No!”
Banner breathed rapidly after the outburst, having heard enough of the trio’s chatter. The scattered memories of his last rampage continued cycling through his thoughts. He did not want to be dragged off somewhere, stuffed into a cage to be poked and prodded by doctors. He had spent too much time running and hiding to be turned into someone else’s science experiment. These children, Banner knew, did not understand what they were doing. By virtue of their ignorance, they were going to get themselves and everyone around them hurt.
The fillies’ necks had craned back as their ears flattened against their heads. They stepped away from Banner, careful to offer him more space while eyeing the dirt path that led off into the distance.
“I-it’s okay if you don’t want to go to a doctor,” Sweetie Belle said, voice trembling.
Scootaloo chuckled uneasily. “Yeah. Don’t mind us.”
“We were just about to leave anyway,” Apple Bloom said, her eyes darting between her friends. “To do something. Not here. Where you are.”
In the short time Banner watched the three girls backpedal, it became apparent to him that his response had been unwarranted. As the fog over his vision further cleared and his breathing steadied, he could better see the dread in their expressions. It was exactly the kind of thing he had wished to avoid. The ignorance Banner had identified in them was not the product of underlying malevolence; they had just wanted to help him. And in feeling a breeze chill his naked body, he recognized how much help he needed.
More than anything else, Banner did not want them to see him as something to be feared.
Banner, taking in a breath, held up a hand and lowered his head. “Please. Stop.”
The three fillies froze, their faces still twisted with trepidation. Sweetie Belle shuffled herself over and hunkered in behind Apple Bloom and Scootaloo, both of whom shook in place. The two friends glanced at one another as if seeking a gesture that would signal their immediate retreat.
Banner dragged in another breath through his nostrils. “Banner.” He lifted his eyes to meet those of the fillies. “The name’s Bruce Banner.”
Ears perking up, Apple Bloom forced a weak smile. “W-well, uh, it’s n-nice to meet you, Mr. Banner. M-my name’s Apple Bloom.” She pointed an unsteady hoof at her companions. “These here are my friends: Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo.”
“Hi,” Sweetie Belle squeaked out from behind Apple Bloom.
“H-hey there,” Scootaloo said. The cloak on her back folded over her shoulders to reveal two spread wings. A blush colored Scootaloo’s cheeks, and she hastily nudged the fabric to its original position over her half-tucked feathers.
Banner locked onto Scootaloo’s wings. “You’re a winged horse?”
The flush Scootaloo wore spread further across her face. “Haven’t you ever seen a pegasus pony before?”
“Not really, no.” Banner adjusted himself and wrapped one arm across his chest. “We only talk about one Pegasus, actually. Mostly in story books.”
Scootaloo arched a brow. “You’ve only got one pegasus?”
“It’s probably ‘cause Mr. Banner’s from outer space, Scoots,” said Apple Bloom, rolling her eyes.
“You never know! There could be space pegasi!” The wings beneath Scootaloo’s cloak rapidly fluttered. “Yeah! How cool would that be?”
Sweetie Belle poked her head up and glanced at Scootaloo. “Actually, that sounds kind of ridiculous.”
Scootaloo groaned in annoyance. “The two of you aren’t any fun!” An irritated frown quickly morphed into a broad grin when she turned her attention to Banner. “How about you, Mr. Banner? You think space pegasi would be awesome?”
“I, uh…”
Banner looked in every direction aside that of Scootaloo’s eager stare, thinking of a diplomatic way to skirt their argument. Before he could respond, another surge of cold racked his sides. Banner drew his arm tighter against his body in a vain attempt to keep heat from escaping. Although the air was mild, sitting naked on the earth had taken its toll. Without moving, finding shelter, and gathering nourishment, both his body and mind would grow weak. And if Banner refused to take care of himself, the Other Guy was perfectly capable of assuring their shared survival.
As Banner lurched forward and muffled a groan, Sweetie Belle slunk for cover behind Apple Bloom. “I think we made him mad again, you guys.”
“Not mad,” Banner mumbled through chattering teeth. Shaking his head, he looked to the three girls while straining a smile through his discomfort. “I’m not mad. Don’t worry. I just, uh…” He lingered for a second, searching for the best phrase at his disposal. “I have a condition.”
Apple Bloom gulped. “Then m-maybe you should get some help.” Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle nodded in agreement.
Banner let out a humored snort—but when he saw the fillies flinch, he shook his head and sighed. “Look, I’m really sorry, girls. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. I’m just having a rough day. Being a space alien just takes it out of you.”
It was difficult at first for Banner to gauge the success of his plea. Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, and Sweetie Belle remained as they were, leery and admonished. But just as Banner’s gut sank with the prospect that he had failed to get through to them, Sweetie Belle stepped out into full view. She began walking over to him; though her steps were cautious, she did not wince or avert her gaze.
“It’s okay, Mr. Banner,” Sweetie Belle said softly, coming to a stop but a few feet from where Banner sat. “Sometimes my big sister Rarity has days where she gets really mad at me before sobbing about how much she’s sorry.” One of her eyes scrunched as she looked up toward the sky in contemplation. “Then she eats a bunch of ice cream. I honestly don’t know what that’s about.”
Scootaloo’s eyebrow rose as she rolled her gaze over toward Sweetie Belle. “Seriously. Your sister is weird when it comes to ice cream.”
“I dunno,” Sweetie Belle said while shrugging. “It calms her down. She’s back to normal by the end of the day. All it takes is like five tubs.”
“Yuck!” Apple Bloom gagged, sticking out her tongue. “I don’t even wanna think about eatin’ that much ice cream!”
“The point is,” Sweetie Belle continued, “that everypony can have a bad day—even space aliens. It doesn’t make you bad person. You just need time to adjust.”
By this time Banner’s mouth had squeezed tight, suppressing both chattering teeth and amusement. He nodded knowingly at Sweetie Belle. “Yeah. I’m kind of like that—except without all the ice cream.”
Scootaloo sighed. “That’s a relief.”
The repeated mention of food stirred a loud growl from Banner—not a throaty growl, but one rumbling in his stomach. The grumble was distinct enough to grab the attention of the fillies; they tilted their heads and gawked at Banner.
Looking up with a bashful smile, Banner kept his arm coiled around his body, idly stroking up and down his aching ribcage. “I guess I could still go for some vanilla, though.”
A short pause came after Banner’s words—then the fillies broke into a fit of giggles. With their laughter, the tension hanging over the whole group dispersed. Banner even chuckled—not in a bitter or embarrassed manner, but out of genuine pleasure. A hint of warmth poked through the cold that had sunk through his chest. The perpetual weight of remaining in control rolled off of Banner, even if only momentarily.
With the laughter dying down, Apple Bloom’s eyes shot open with a twinkle. “Hey! You know what? If you’re really hungry, Mr. Banner, I reckon me and the girls can get you somethin’ to eat.”
“Great idea, Apple Bloom!” Scootaloo exclaimed, hopping up and hovering on her fluttering wings.
Sweetie Belle gave an avid nod of approval. “It’s positively brilliant!”
“I appreciate your offer, girls, I really do.” Banner said, glancing at the nearby forest before returning to the fillies. “But I couldn’t inconvenience all of you. I’m honestly not worth the trouble.”
“Nonsense!” Apple Bloom declared. “We’ve got tons of apples back on my farm. I might even be able to get ya an apple pie or some fritters.” With a sly grin, she leaned in closer to Banner and lowered her voice: “Besides, you aren’t gonna say ‘no’ to a free breakfast, are ya?”
“Well, when you put it that way…” Banner scratched at his forehead. “I guess I can’t look a gift horse in the mouth.” Quickly he grunted, wiping his hand down the length of his face. “I’m sorry. You know what? That was bad. Forget I even said that.”
Scootaloo squinted. “Why would you want to look a horse in the mouth?”
"Oh!” Sweetie Belle squealed, causing Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, and Banner to wince. “I just had a great idea, too! How about we have Mr. Banner stay in the clubhouse while we go get him something to eat?”
“Clubhouse?” Banner asked. “You mean like a tree fort?”
“It’s not exactly a tree fort,” said Sweetie Belle, shrugging with her admission, “but it is in a tree. We hold our Crusader meetings there.”
Curiosity nearly got the better of Banner as his mouth opened, ready to press forth with an inquiry about what exactly entailed a “crusader” meeting. Instead he glanced down at his curled legs. A voice in the back of his head warned him they could be sitting out near the woods indefinitely if he chased down every question that occurred to him. Banner merely assumed the fillies had their own little club exclusive to the three of them. It was not a stretch given how the trio proved themselves remarkably similar to children back on Earth.
“Right,” Banner murmured at last. “I should’ve known. Silly me.”
Beaming brightly, Sweetie Belle said, “The clubhouse is the perfect place. It’s definitely a lot safer than staying out here in the Everefree Forest.”
“Yeah,” Scootaloo added while moving several steps closer to the forest. “The Everefree can get crazy sometimes.” She halted a few feet behind Banner, who was halfway turned to follow the filly’s whereabouts. “Whoa! Check it out! It looks like some kind of monster just went on a rampage in there!”
Like a kid not wanting to be picked on in class by the teacher, Banner lowered his head to avoid catching yet another glimpse of his path of destruction. Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom advanced until they stood next to him, both of them engrossed in the giant sets of footprints that ended at the forest’s boundary. Banner’s hands curled into fists, growing tighter with his mounting heartbeat. He could only hope the three little ponies did not draw a connection between his appearance and the devastation they beheld. Banner was not a spiritual man, but he focused all the mental energies he could muster so that somehow, by sheer force of will, he might preserve their ignorance—both for his sake as well as their own.
“Wow,” Apple Bloom mumbled. “I ain’t ever seen anythin’ like that in my entire life.”
Sweetie Belle loudly gulped as her ear twitched. “You’re lucky you didn’t run into that thing, Mr. Banner. It looks like it was a pretty mean monster.”
Banner kept his head low. “Yeah. Really lucky.”
“I’m thinkin’ we oughta get goin’,” said Apple Bloom, turning around and walking until she once again stood in front of Banner. “Granny Smith should be makin’ breakfast right about now, so I can go grab some food from home. I’ll just say that we wanna have somethin’ to eat before we get started on crusadin’.”
Scootaloo bounded over beside Apple Bloom and flashed an enormous grin. “Then it’ll be up to me and Sweetie Belle to take Mr. Banner to the clubhouse!”
“Okay, okay,” Sweetie Belle huffed. She trotted past the rest of the group with an urgency that placed an extra bounce in her steps. “Can we just leave already? Those big footprints are starting to creep me out.”
“Aww! Don’t be such a fraidy cat, Sweetie Belle.” Scootaloo’s eager grin gained a teasing edge. “What are you scared of, anyway? The monster’s obviously long gone.”
Spinning around in an instant, Sweetie Belle puffed out her now rosy pink cheeks “I’m not a fraidy cat! I just don’t like hanging around here.”
Scootaloo stuck out her tongue. “What are you talking about? You’ve been scared this entire time!”
“I have not!”
“Have to!”
“Have not!”
“Have to!”
“Come on, girls,” Banner interjected, slightly exasperated. His tone never rose toward a shout, but it carried a quiet authority that silenced feuding fillies. Idly stroking his shoulder, Banner continued. “Sweetie Belle does have a point: it’s probably dangerous out here. But it doesn’t help anyone if we keep yelling. So how about we stop fighting with one another and go somewhere safe?”
Scootaloo’s head sagged, her expression drained of its playfulness. “Okay…”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Banner,” Sweetie Belle mumbled, eyes shimmering with the threat of tears.
Apple Bloom craned her head back and let out a loud sigh, relieved. “Goodness gracious! Thank you, Mr. Banner!”
Banner drew a quick tongue over his dried lower lip. “Don’t mention it.”
Dirt rustled when Banner dragged his legs and feet close together. The cold soil had drained enough strength from his joints and muscles to point where he wobbled upon his initial attempt to rise. Dust caked the skin and hair all along Banner’s thighs as he at last stood, but he concerned himself with making certain to cover his groin as he stood bowlegged in front of the three ponies.
Apple Bloom, who was closest to Banner, stepped back and gawked up the length of his body. “You sure are a lot taller than I thought, Mr. Banner.”
“Why are you standing like that?” Scootaloo abruptly asked, fully recovered from the sting of admonishment. Her head titled partly sideways. “You look like Spike when he has to go to the bathroom.”
A burst of giggles from the once downcast Sweetie Belle cascaded into Scootaloo as they tried stifling their sniggering with hooves over their mouths. For his own part, Banner could only smile sheepishly while drawing his legs closer together. The effort to mask his nudity compounded the ponies’ amusement, whose laughter soon included Apple Bloom’s. Despite enduring a plethora of far more compromising moments in the past, Banner presently found himself tingling with embarrassment.
“I’m, uh…” Banner waited for the laughter to diminish. “I’m a little cold.”
Apple Bloom let one more giggle go before wiping her eye. “Oh right! You don’t have a lot hair. Reckon it must be a bit chilly for ya, huh?”
Banner gave a nod, retaining the same uncomfortable smile. “Just a bit.”
“You can have this if you want,” Sweetie Belle said as she stepped up to Banner. Shifting her head and clamping down on her cloak with her teeth, she pulled the fabric loose and presented it to him. “Ith’s probly noht gohnna fith.”
Banner’s expression softened as he studied the cloak dangling from Sweetie Belle’s mouth. He accepted the cape with one hand, lifting it closer and scanning it carefully. The fabric was firm yet light, although the amateur tailoring was evident in the uneven stitching. Turning over the front side revealed gold fabric lining the inside of the cape that felt silky between Banner’s fingers. Given the luxurious look and touch of inner lining, Banner mused as to how an otherwise ragtag cloak incorporated fabric intended for far more lavish clothing.
But ultimately his attention was drawn to something else: the image of a yellow silhouette of a small pony stitched onto a field of blue. The depiction of the pony—reared up on its hind legs with a small cape of its own—reflected enthusiasm of the strange little equines whose ranks included a unicorn and a pegasus. Even as Banner quietly inspected the cape, toying with it in his hand, all three of them observed with perpetual keenness. Apart from being skittish, they assumed Banner had the best of intentions. Their earnestness was not in doubt—something that could not be said for the company Banner had kept for the past day or so.
Banner’s heart thumped out of sync under a guilty twinge. The bar for sincerity had been set low when Tony Stark was hitherto the standard. Banner had no idea what became of Stark, but the power of the portal that dragged Iron Man into the vacuum did not speak well for his chances. And if the Hulk—the Other Guy—did not obliterate the Quinjet when it passed through the Tesseract’s gateway, the inevitable crash would have scattered the craft across some meadow or torn it to pieces in the so-called Everfree Forest. Rogers, Coulson, Romanoff, and Barton—all of them were gone.
Banner was on his own. It was not a novel experience, but the existence of magical ponies altered the old formula. Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, and Sweetie Belle confirmed through their words and behavior the presence of a larger alien society, one which held a great deal in common with humankind. Banner was uncertain as to how he should process the relatively minor similarities, such as ice cream and apple pie—yet even those things hinted at a secure, self-sustaining, and thriving civilization.
The query that nagged Banner the most was the level of technology these alien ponies possessed. From what he understood, Asgard developed advanced tools through harnessing what was described to be like magic, although he initially found the claim of magic dubious at face value. Sweetie Belle’s explicit mention of learning to use magic, however, implied some similar power was at work in this world. In Banner’s mind, such a power begged the question: Did the ponies wield energies on par with the Asgardians? That would be one of the first questions he would need answered, if he had any hope of returning to Earth.
Banner pressed the cloak’s fabric against his palm with his thumb. Its otherwise simple design nonetheless underscored the profundity of this first contact. The three fillies standing before him had reacted to his presence as though it was part of a grand adventure. Their elders were not guaranteed to respond with the same childlike awe. One valuable lesson bestowed upon Banner after years of hiding was not to presume on the kindness of the locals for too long a time. If there was any chance for integration, he would seize it; if the ponies found him a monster, he would need to learn how to survive in an alien world.
For now, however, Banner’s foot was in the proverbial door. Perhaps these children could teach him more about this world. The offer of food and shelter was a good start. Hopefully their eagerness would not prematurely spoil the relations Banner might forge with their guardians.
Emerging from the depths of his thoughts, Banner cleared his throat and smiled at Sweetie Belle. He held up the cloak. “This is nice. Did you make it?”
“Yep! I made all of them myself!” Sweetie Belle declared. An enormous grin stretched across her face. “They show everypony that we’ll never stop looking for our cutie marks!”
“That’s why we’re the Cutie Mark Crusaders!” exclaimed Scootaloo, pressing up next to Sweetie Belle.
“And if we’re lucky, findin’ you might just get us our cutie marks, Mr. Banner!” Apple Bloom then followed Scootaloo’s lead; all three fillies crammed together in a sandwich of bright pastel colors.
The trio cried in unison: “Cutie Mark Crusader space alien finders! Yay!”
As the Cutie Mark Crusaders outstretched their forelegs and cheered, Banner gave a slow a nod. “Glad to be of service.”
Wasting not another moment, Apple Bloom turned around and pointed a hoof off toward the hills on the horizon. “Let’s get movin’, y’all! I’ll go get the grub while you two take Mr. Banner to the clubhouse!”
Scootaloo adopted a mock serious tone and expression when she saluted and exclaimed, “Affirmative!”
“Follow us, Mr. Banner!” Sweetie Belle called out, jumping up and bursting into a gallop down the trail leading away from the forest. Both Scootaloo and Apple Bloom did likewise, kicking up small plumes of dirt in their wake.
Banner, left standing alone by the overeager fillies, let out a long sigh. He slid the cape down beneath his waistline and gripped it so that the fabric would hang like a colorful loincloth.
“What the hell are you getting into, Banner?”
Cool I'd almost forgotten about this story, glad to see it continuing.
I liked Banner's characterization, very spot on.
I'll tell you what you're getting yourself into: a world of cutesy Technicolor insanity. So pretty much the same as usual.
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Much appreciated! I apologize for the belated update. Things tend to move slower during the end of the semester. I try to maintain a pace of about one update per month.
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I'm sure Banner would say that he has enough insanity in his life, even if it isn't pastel colored.
I think the meeting between Fluttershy and Hulk will be amazing. I can't wait to see how all this will play out.
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Only time will tell...
This is by far the best action-based crossover I have come across.
Thumb and added to my recommendation group.
4464602
You just made me blush. Thank you!
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When is this gonna be updated???
More plz
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Awesome! That just made my day.
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I really, really do apologize for the delay. I've been extraordinarily busy these past two weeks, so sitting down with the proper time and energy for writing has proven difficult. I'll do all I can to make certain the next chapter is worth the wait.
Oh boy. It had to be the CMC to find Banner. I worry about His sanity.
4897140 I'm glad you caught it!
4901500 Big, gold, red, and bipedal -- in that dark those might look a lot more like dragon features than they actually are. Once Iron Man starts thrashing about, though, it becomes clearer that he doesn't belong.
An Avengers-fic that got featured on EqD?
Well, that means I WILL have to read this. Honestly I would've wanted to anyways, <3 Avengers.
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I guess I did something right, then.
Wooooo! Congrats on getting the EqD feature!
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Thanks so much!
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"I require a pony."
4980670 Probably :3
A concept this ridiculous needs to be at the very least, heavy on the comedy.
Because it's far too ridiculous to take seriously.
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Based on coloration the Timberwolves appear to be composed of living green wood. Living wood is actually highly fire resistant. That's why you hunt for dead wood that's been drying out for several days to start a campfire.
Although Spike has demonstrated that his flame is hot enough to nigh instantly melt a solid metal lock. So yes, he in particular has no excuse. Except perhaps that having been raised by ponies the concept of using his fire on living things is ingrained as so abhorrent it just never occurred to him. Especially since he was under stress at the time.
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I agree that the concept is ridiculous, but so is a billionaire who dresses like a bat and punches criminals. I don't believe subject matter open to ridicule automatically precludes taking the universe seriously in its own right. It's all about good theater.
I hope I've delivered on the humor front, though. The Avengers and MLP are laden with well-timed laughs; if I can capture that much, I'll consider it the beginnings of a great success.
Also, Spamotron is correct: not all wood burns equally well. Forest fires, for instance, are the result of dry wood typically located in areas with minimal rainfall. Timberwolves are probably made of well nourished lumber that won't readily set ablaze; furthermore, you have to get close enough to them to even try to set them on fire. Spike's fire breath has been to shown to be good for cooking and burning paper but not much else.
Is there gonna be any more evah?
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I swear there will be, yes!
4983442 YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY
*has all the happiness*
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I hazard to say that virtually everything interesting can be justifiably laughed at, for some reason or another. Not everything that is interesting needs to laugh at itself, however.
That said, this story has a heartening balance of humor and sincerity, I think.
As for Spike's breath -- as Spamotron also pointed out, Spike was able to melt a lock, even though most of the time it seems relatively benign. The strength of Spike's breath probably varies as the plot demands.
Congratulations (again) on the EQD feature!
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I'm in agreement. It isn't necessarily appropriate or good storytelling for a narrative to mock itself needlessly because the concept can be laughed at. It's not unlike a comedian who might constantly engage in self-effacing humor since he reasons the audience believes him to be a clown. There's a time and a place for that approach, but hopefully not at the cost of the story and its characters remaining genuine.
I again appreciate your congratulations and comments. Always a pleasure!
This was a nice read so far and a great find on a slow evening. Looking forward to seeing more.
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Thank you! I'm glad you're enjoying it.
4982185 Yeah, but a billionaire CAN dress as a bat and punch criminals.
As odd as it is, it doesn't exactly strain willing suspension of disbelief.
In Spike V. Timberwolves, all common sense and logical progression simply doesn't exist.
4982024 Do you know what happens when you throw green wood into a well-established fire?
Let me tell you, it doesn't stand a snowball's chance in hell.
I used to burn freshly cut wisteria vines once I had a good fire base going. They smoked a lot and spit frothy super-heated sap and steam from the cut ends, but they burned away quickly regardless.
SAYS was just a thinly-plotted throw-away storyline which trashed Spikes' character and former competence as Twilight's assistant.
4982185 Except when he melted an iron lock off the secret castle room's gate in seconds, indicating his flame has an instantaneous flash point of over 2500 C.
He'd vaporize wood at that temperature.
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At the risk of sounding rude, why are we having this debate in the first place? Spike wasn't even remotely present in the battle against the timberwolves, and the Avengers didn't exactly have access to a flamethrower; thus we're going over plot semantics which have no bearing on the story.
Just to put the nail in this once and for all: I had honestly forgotten about Spike melting a lock with his breath in "Inspiration Manifestation", but as LarkSwoon said, his abilities tend to manifest as the plot demands.
I'm far more interested in discussing this story because, well, this is the comments section for what I have written. I'll be happy to field any further questions and comments pertaining directly to the story, but let's call the whole "Can Spike set fire to timberwolves?" discussion closed.
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Thanks! Stark is an easy excuse for snark. I find his wit to be especially refreshing as I write.
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Much appreciated!
I approve of this take on the Avengers-FiM crossover. Looking forward to updates.
4985025
Your approval is heartening!
I come to dis here story, I like dis here story, and now I gotta wait for updates for dis here story???
Chop chop author!
(seriously tho, take your time. I'm lovin this)
4986107
Trust me, I've got the ball rolling.
You will have your update, Asgardian.
Please get Fury into Equestria...
Coz Fury is awesome. And so is Applejack. I now support Furyjack.
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Is Furyjack your new OTP?
Hey! So I just found this on EqD(cpongrats on the feature, by the way) and I gotta say I'm loving it so far! You have a real grasp on the character's voices. Both pony and human feel real and react like you'd think they would.
My only criticism at this point would be pacing. It seems an awful lot of words so far, and yet we still don't have a real grasp on the situation. I mean, we still have all the usual HiE tropes to work through. This has all the makings of an epic-length tale... which makes me a bit hesitant. No offense! It's nothing personal, but I've seen too many stories lay the foundation for an epic quest... and then die off because the author lost interest or remembered that they ain't getting paid for this.
Still, I'm willing to give the benefit of the doubt. Your mechanics are damn good, and you without a doubt have me hooked!
18 weeks!? Ohh, the disappointing prospect of such a wonderful work of literal weave may be discontinued or delayed for the foreseeable future! Oh, woe is me!
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I read you loud and clear. In fact, I share you concern insofar as this story will require time and dedication, and those are things that easily escape the grasp of an author who isn't making a living off of writing. It's a concern for which I cannot readily offer a ready source of solace, because things do happen and delays occur.
The ongoing delay has less to do with lack of interest -- I still enjoy immensely The Avengers and MLP, and I'm excited to continue intertwining their respective narratives -- and more to do with a confluence of events. During the summer, time was at a premium due to other projects. It was hard to find a point to sit down, gather my wits, and get the ball rolling. In fact, I had every intention of getting the newest chapter out by June -- but then a trip happened and I subsequently began working with my pre-reader, Lannakitty. I owe the delay to wanting to smooth out the story -- which helped it make the EqD feature page -- as opposed to running ahead and getting out of sync.
It's highly, highly doubtful I will go back again and implement further massive revisions. Believe me when I say these revisions were an investment, not just cleaning up a few typos. I wanted to avoid spreading myself thin, as well as creating discontinuity between the change in style and focus. The price I had to pay was in terms of time, and that's why things came to a grinding halt.
Now, however, the excuses are off the table, and at this very moment I am writing the next chapter rather than getting distracted by other things. All I can say is that you please keep the love alive because I am doing everything I can to make the newest chapter well worth the wait. I'm not bellyaching, mind you; rather, I just want to be as clear as possible with all those who have their doubts.
If I ever quit this story, I would formally announce it rather than leave people hanging. I probably should've place it on hiatus for the summer, but I held out hope for posting the new chapter during those months. I'll try and be more transparent in the future.
As for the pace -- I hope it isn't an impediment in terms of your interest in the narrative! Yes, we do need to address the standard HiE tropes -- but I also hope to do more than that. I want to do more than slap the Avengers and ponies together and see what sticks; I have a broad strategy in mind, and I'd like to do all I can to preserve its integrity.
I'm glad you're otherwise enjoying the story! Those types of sentiments -- especially so well expressed -- are terrific incentive to not stand pat.
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Do not fret! This story is still very much alive and kicking.
4987870 I don't know... My life is so weird...
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I assume you're referring to this line from the Prologue:
I envision the adult ponies standing at about 4', and Stark in the Iron Man suit is approximately 6'5" (he's slightly taller than Rogers and Loki). The adverb "almost" should signify that Iron Man isn't literally twice Twilight's size but seems about that big to her because of the ambiance (it's dark, even with the light from Twilight's horn) and the additional mass granted by the armor. It's not just height but width as well.
Granted, there has yet to be an explicit statement about their heights; I've wanted to avoid stating "X character is Y height" outright because placing an exact number of the ponies' heights is already fudging things a bit. Future chapters will very likely contain more exact comparisons, however.
In any event, thank you for the question and your feedback!
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Could you be more specific? Are you talking about a specific chapter being truncated, or the story as a whole?
Great story so far. We're still sorta getting started (we haven't heard what happened to Loki or Thor yet, and everyone else had just gotten started...) and already five chapters in... a bit on the long side, but it's all high-quality so I don't mind. Except the pre-pony stuff takes a bit too long to get off the ground, though it started and ended at appropriate points so I dunno what could really be done there.
Also liking the chapter layout thus far. Forget what the Greek name for the technique is, but you did a nice use of the "starting in the midst of things" technique. Hooked me right off the bat. Made up for the slowish pacing.
Looking forward to future chapters!
You have your author notes as making revisions on the 14th, but right now it is midnight of the 13th for me... you using tricky unicorn time travel spells on yourself? Hmm? Use it to post the rest of the story! :)
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FYI that statement about the height seemed odd to me too... perhaps you should reword it to make it more clear she is perceiving him as that big, but that she's not sure because of the dark. 4' is, in my mind as well, about a right height for ponies.
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Narrative length is unavoidable to a degree, unless the Avengers and ponies simply get thrown together into one pile right out of the gate. To me, that would defeat the purpose of the story: to mold the Main Six and the Avengers organically. It's definitely a journey, one which I hope will be worth the time taken to explore.
As for your point about Iron Man's height -- I normally wouldn't alter the story so readily, but I went and took your advice. I rephrased the statement so that it reads:
There's enough ambiguity remaining to cast doubt on whether or not Iron Man, perceived as a monster at that point, is twice Twilight's size.
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You can write the story however you want... I'll keep reading. :) I was just slightly disappointed that the story didn't get along as far as I'd hoped for five chapters. Ah well, I do this to myself when I start reading an incomplete story only five chapters long and expect a significant chunk of story, I suppose. I do enjoy the detail, and I don't think you should change that, so maybe it's just me. It just FEELS slow, I dunno. Maybe it's because it's late and I should probably be in bed, so I was trying to get through it before sleep. And now I am commenting anyway. Meh.
Having read the five chapters that have been posted thus far, I am really looking forward to seeing where this story goes. Also, LOVED the Stan Lee cameo.