Summer Rainault paused in the hallway at the nameplate marked ‘Dr Bruce Banner’, and bestowed her fiercest glare on it. The one that hadn’t worked on Director Fury, or Maria Hill. They seemed to think Dr Banner was … well, not stupid, because he was world-renowed for his science, not just his other half, but somehow unobservant. That he would not figure out that she wasn’t there to ‘assist’ him, but to monitor him.

Ugh.

But she needed the money, and if she didn’t get out of the damn apartment more Marie was going to drive her mad. So here she was, hovering outside Dr Banner’s lab like a scared child. Summoning up her courage, she knocked firmly on the lab door.