Author's note: Hello, everyone. It's good to be back! I've had this idea in my head about a month after I wrapped up Poison and, by the time I decided that I could put it into words, I was forced to write a 40 page paper with another guy that would be Supreme Court worthy in under a month.

Go to law school, they said. It'll be fun, they said.

Anyway, I really shouldn't be writing this right now since I have finals starting next week and lasting until May 9. However, the recent surge of Science Bros made this idea return to my head and I couldn't do anything but think about writing it. I don't think I will write another chapter for two weeks (or maybe a week if my studying isn't too bad for my last exams). So, enjoy! Reviews are greatly appreciated. :)

"Good morning, sir. The day is August 14, 2013. The time is 7:30. The temperature is twenty-three degrees Celsius and it is partly cloudy…"

Bruce's eyes shot open and then blinked at the sudden light. He rose on his elbow, glancing out the window to his side. Recognizing the sound of JARVIS, Bruce allowed himself to catch his breath, groaning as he rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand.

"I apologize for the abrupt disturbance, sir, but Ms. Potts asked me to wake you at 7:30. She will be in momentarily."

Bruce had yawned over JARVIS and the sound of his coffee maker whirring to life across the room muffled.

There was a brief knock and the door opened to reveal Pepper Potts walking in with a tablet in one hand and a briefcase in another. The clack of heels and the sudden intake of her strawberry-blonde hair brought Bruce to attention. He let out an audible gasp just to be interrupted by her.

"Hey, sweetie. Sorry for the wake-up call, but duty calls." She sat down on the bed and handed Bruce the tablet along with a light kiss on the lips. Bruce jumped back a few inches, but Pepper didn't notice. "Your schedule is on the tablet, along with a few things to sign. I have to fly to Malibu in a few hours for a week-long meeting, so I need these signed ASAP. Also, you have a meeting with S.H.I.E.L.D. and your merry band of warriors on the helicarrier at noon. Fury said to just take the suit and they'll authorize you to land." Pepper looked up from the tablet and met Bruce's pale face. "Are you okay?"

"M-Ms. Potts, I… I think you have the wrong room."

Pepper sighed and rolled her eyes. "Honestly, Bruce. I'm surprised at you! You can't get out of work today and you never usually try to anyway. And for the love of God, don't call me that. We've been in a relationship for several months now for God's sake!"

Bruce sat up and grabbed his glasses from the nightstand, his vision focusing on the figure of his disbelief.

"Pepper, I'm Bruce Banner, not Tony Stark."

Pepper's face scrunched up and one of her eyebrows rose in confusion. "Who is Tony Stark?"

Bruce froze for a moment. "What?"

Pepper sighed, stood up, and walked towards the door. "I don't get your joke, genius. When you finished looking over and signing those documents, let me know. Until then, please don't make me run Banner Industries by myself."

Pepper shut the door behind her as Bruce muttered, "Banner Industries?" Bruce frowned and laid his back against the wall, shutting his eyes and reaching for his chest to scratch it.

His eyes shot open when he felt metal.

He grasped quickly at his chest with both hands and looked down, a muffled blue light looking back at him through his white shirt. He ripped his shirt off and stared down at the arc reactor, an invention of Tony Stark.

He felt his heart rate surge. He held his head down to his knees and breathed deeply, searching to lock his other consciousness away.

Only to realize that there was no one there.

There was no one else in his head but himself. No green. No rage. No Other Guy.

"Sir, should I call for assistance? Perhaps Ms. Potts?" JARVIS asked.

Bruce breathed in deeply and let out a shuttering breath as he sat up. "No. No, JARVIS."

"Very well, sir. Your tea is finished."

Bruce stayed in bed for a few minutes just feeling the cool metal that was built into his chest. With a sudden sigh, he lifted his legs over the edge of the bed, stood up, and strode over to his coffee maker. He took the mug to his lips and sipped on the warm beverage.

"Actually, JARVIS. There is something that I want to know."

"Of course, sir."

"Tell me the beginnings of 'Banner Industries' and the Avengers."

Bruce let out a sigh and strummed his fingers on the metal table-top. He recollected on his day before him as he and his teammates sans Stark waited for Director Fury to come into the room.

JARVIS had told him that Banner Industries was originally a weapons manufacturer started by Brian Banner, who had died in a car accident along with his mother. He had inherited the company when he was in college. He became the public icon "Iron Man" after he had taken possession of his rightful CEO position and was kidnapped by terrorists in Afghanistan. S.H.I.E.L.D. had seen him as a powerful and kind ally when he switched his business to developing clean energy and asked him to join a team called "The Avengers" along with Captain Steve Rogers and Agent Natasha Romanova. Agent Clint Barton and Thor later joined after Barton returned from his hold by Loki.

Basically, he saved the world from Loki by having sent a nuke into outer space and destroying the Chitauri base. It had been a month since this incident and the team had split up to recuperate from the battle until the world was put into danger once again.

Looking around the room at the tense faces of his teammates, he knew that the time had come.

"Afternoon, gentlemen and Agent Romanova," Fury nodded to the team around the room as he took his place in the front.

"What is this about, Director?" Rogers asked, sitting up as soon as Fury appeared in the doorway.

Fury blinked and his face edged into a frown. "At ease, Rogers. This mission is simple compared to last month."

"I had made sure to travel to Midgard as soon as I heard of an emergency," Thor boomed. "Is there no issue?"

"There is an issue, Thor," Fury answered as he turned on a projection in the center of the table. "A small village not too far from Calcutta has been pummeled, as in, there is no village anymore," he said as the projection showed a destroyed village.

"Usually, these matters would not be a concern of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s. However, amateur video has recorded a sighting of the Hulk." Bruce flinched and twisted his hands together at the sounds of a rumbling roar and screams of people.

"As you all have been informed previously, the Hulk's true identity is Doctor Anthony Edward Stark." Bruce gawked at the image of Tony's face appearing on the screen. "He has been to blame for the destruction of another town just one week ago and many other casualties. We need you all to bring him in to the helicarrier immediately for transportation to The Cube."

"Director, is there even a way to hold the Hulk on the helicarrier?" Steve asked incredulously.

"You'd be amazed at the toys S.H.I.E.L.D. has in its arsenal today, man," Barton answered. "Banner would know best, right Banner?"

The team turned their attention to Bruce for the first time since his arrival.

"Mr. Banner, are you alright?" Natasha asked from across the table.

Bruce snapped out of his gaze at the projection of Stark and looked at the concerned looks from his teammates. "Yeah. Yeah, I was just thinking up how we were going to get him in."

"That's up to our resident tactician," Fury pointed at Rogers. "When you have an idea about capture methods, confirm it with me. Until then, I'll make sure that the quinjet is ready for flight."

Fury walked out the door as Steve sat in thought while Thor, Natasha, and Clint bounced strategies at each other. Bruce looked back towards where the projection of Stark was. Why did his life switch with Stark's like this? Why was he the only one who remembered his past life? Would Tony remember anything from before?

All he knew was that he needed to find Stark as soon as possible.

This chapter is dedicated to my failing grades.

…This seems so short compared to my hours of working on it. :/