The Universe's Mixer

The City had been eager to volunteer the whereabouts of Bruce Banner, and Beauty had been just as eager to follow the instruction. She had, that is, until she found herself standing in front of the warehouse at the very address the City had given. There were bright green question marks emblazoned on the brick, question marks that were terribly familiar. She didn't place them immediately, but foreboding filled her heart to the brim and overflowed into her hesitant movements, her quiet footsteps.

She tried the door, and whether it'd been left unlocked or the City unlocked it for her, she couldn't be sure -- but it opened all the same. Again, she tried to keep her footsteps quiet, but it was difficult in a place that seemed built for echoes.

"Bruce?" she called softly, and winced when her voice filtered seemingly through every corner. "Bruce Banner?" she called again, softer.