The American walks through the air terminal, feeling the sullen and hostile stares of all who passed him. Some refused to give way and bumped him roughly. The man keeps himself calm. It is important for any American in Bahgdad to not show any signs of hostility. He breathes in a ritual to clense him of all anger and tension. He thinks to himself(Relax, this is no time to show the people of Iraq the true meaning of Ugly American) He continues to make his way to the main terminal, as best he can. The jostleing failed to do more than minorly inconvenience him after all, and he couldn't afford for his condition to make a scene. It was hard enough to get out of the country at all, and would be nearly impossible to get back in if he had an international episode. He couldn't help but think again that his treatments had all failed. He was morose, and could not deny that yet again he was resigned to his fate. Just as he turned the corner, his gaze fell across a familiar face. A very famous American face.It really was not that difficult to pick him out from the rest of the people in the terminal. He was tall and wearing what appeared to be a blue spandex uniform. His blonde hair stood out like a beacon in the midst of his surroundings.
"Johnny Storm, live in Bahgdad" he cursed under his breath and scanned for the rest of the Torch's team. "Thats all I need is a brawl with the Thing in the middle of an airport in Bahgdad," he mused out loud as he continued to scan the crowd.
He subconciously slouched and attempted to fade into the background as he crossed the terminal, his sight came across a sign for restrooms and he quickly headed in that direction. unfortunatly, he wasn't quick enough, as the torch's gaze fell across his back.
Johnny Storm: " Excuse me one moment , please. I see somebody that requires my immediate attention." he said as he quickly pursued the shape of the man, who was now openly fleeing towards the restroom/exit.
The Torch was able to make up ground on the fleeing man, by raising his arm and igniting his hand into flame. This created a clear path and he quickly overtook his intended target.
Torch: " Whoa, Dr. B, hold on. What are you doing in Iraq? I thought you were not allowed to leave the country!" he said as he grabbed the man's shoulder and turned him in his direction.
Dr. B : " Please , Torch I do not want to fight you" , he struggled to say as he looked into Jonny's eyes, his own pupils already showing green. His forearem pulsed with an unnatural strength as he reflexively brushed Jonny away.
Torch: " Dr. B, get it together, I don't want to harm you, and we really don't need an appearance by Big Green! I'm just suprised to find you here."
Bruce Banner visibly struggles with himself, and an inner, power which is showing signs of awakening him. those in the crowd nearest him , pushed and shoved to create distance . Looks of horror and disgust , covered there faces. With an obvious effort, Banner regained control of his emotions and began breathing exercises to calm his tension.
Banner: " I'm sorry Torch, I thought for sure you were here to fight me. I'm under control now."
Torch: " It's probably for the best that I'm flying solo, as the sight of Ben might have set you off."
Banner: " Yes, that may have been a problem.....""
Torch: " Well Dr. B , some things are in motion, and the world might have need of you," Wait, let me finish. We need you Dr. B, not your........friend. We need your scientific knowledge." he said quickly as Banner began to protest "freeing the Hulk."
Banner: " So, what's going on? I'll help in any way I can, except by unleashing that monster.
