IRON MAN: BROTHER DON'T CAUSE TROUBLE

Washington D.C,

John stood in front of a small villa .The villa, modest yet unassuming, was nestled in a quiet neighborhood. John had purchased it for Bruce Banner, a perfect hideout under Stark's name. The connection to Stark Industries ensured that no one would suspect a fugitive like Bruce was hiding here, right under the military's nose.

"Knock, knock."

John knocked twice. The villa remained silent, as if abandoned. Yet, John wasn't deterred. He knocked four more times, each knock deliberate, and then stood quietly, waiting.

After a moment, the door creaked open. No one stood there, but John stepped inside without hesitation, his face calm and composed.

The interior was cloaked in darkness, the air thick with stillness. Yet John moved with confidence, his enhanced senses rendering the darkness irrelevant. His footsteps echoed softly as he walked toward the living room.

He settled onto the couch and spoke in a measured tone, "You can come out now. No one followed me."

From the shadows, a voice replied, wary and cautious. "You can't be sure of that."

Soft footsteps approached, and Bruce Banner emerged from the gloom, his face lined with worry and exhaustion.

"So, what brings you here? Do I need to move again?" Bruce asked, his voice laced with a mix of resignation and suspicion.

John shook his head. "No need for that. I'm here with a proposal."

Bruce raised an eyebrow, folding his arms across his chest. "I'm listening."

"How would you like to change your situation? To live freely, without fear of being hunted?" John's tone was calm, but there was a weight to his words that hinted at something more profound.

Bruce let out a bitter laugh. "You think that's possible? You think I can control the Hulk at will? I know my reality, John. This quiet existence is all I can hope for now."

John leaned forward, his eyes serious. "What if I told you that without you—and the Hulk—there won't be a tomorrow for Earth? Would you believe me?"

Bruce's skepticism was clear. "That's a bit dramatic, even for a Stark. But go on, I'll hear you out."

John maintained his steady gaze. "The world is changing, Bruce. And if you want to survive, if you want to make a difference, you'll need the Hulk. You see him as a curse, but in the grand scheme of things, he's a vital asset. More fragile than you think, but essential."

Bruce stared at John, his expression unreadable. The room was filled with a tense silence as he processed the words.

"I can't give you all the details right now," John continued. "But I can help you communicate with the Hulk. To truly understand him. So, tell me, do you want that?"

Bruce's gaze faltered for a moment, his mind racing. The seriousness in John's eyes made him pause. Could this be real? Could he actually talk to the Hulk? After a moment of contemplation, Bruce nodded. "Alright, I'll give it a shot. But don't expect miracles."

John stood, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Good. Let's begin."

He approached Bruce and gently placed a finger on his forehead. Closing his eyes, John channeled his mental energy, delving into Bruce's subconscious. The process was intricate, accessing the spiritual sea—a hidden dimension linked to the physical body, a place where the subconscious mind resided.

Bruce winced as a sharp pain shot through his head, but it was brief, leaving as quickly as it came. He blinked, disoriented. "What... what did you do?"

"It's done," John said calmly, removing his finger. "You're ready to meet the Hulk. Just remember, stay calm. Don't act like you've seen a ghost, or he'll be upset."

Bruce nodded slowly, still trying to grasp what had just happened. He could feel something different, something stirring within him. Before he could question further, his mind went blank, and he found himself standing in a vast, empty void. The silence was deafening, and a wave of panic started to rise.

"Relax," John's voice echoed in his mind, steady and reassuring. "Follow my instructions, and you'll be fine."

Bruce took a deep breath, calming his nerves. The void seemed endless, yet he felt a presence—faint, but growing stronger. He braced himself for what was to come.

Bruce didn't know how long he had been walking; the path seemed endless. But after a while, a green light suddenly appeared in front of him.

Seeing this, Bruce quickened his pace and spotted the Bahamut sitting silently with its eyes closed. Sensing someone's presence, the hulking figure opened its eyes and looked at the puny human before it. Suddenly, anger appeared on its face.

"It's you... Hulk... hates... you. Hulk... smash... you."

"Hulk, relax," Bruce tried to calm him down.

" Stop"

But just as Hulk was about to smash Bruce into a pulp, a voice sounded, stopping him in his tracks. A glowing, round symbol entered Hulk's body, causing him to lose his power. His massive form began to shrink with each passing second until he was the same height as Bruce.

Witnessing this magical scene, Bruce stood there dumbfounded, asking himself, "Where am I? Who am I?"

Before he could recover from his stupor, John suddenly appeared beside him.

Seeing their stunned faces, John smiled and introduced himself. "Hello, Hulk. My name is John Stark, and from now on, I'm your new friend."

Hulk, still stunned, came out of his daze and said decisively, "Hulk... no friends. Hulk... hate puny human."

John didn't get angry at this. He knew how much Hulk had suffered since his creation. So he simply smiled and said calmly, "Hulk, I'm really sorry for what happened to you. But can we start over? I promise nobody will hurt you ever again. And if anyone tries, you can just smash them."

Even though Hulk had lost his power, his anger remained. He started shouting loudly while biting his own chest. "Hulk... not... believe you. You always... hurt Hulk."

Suddenly, Hulk stopped his movements, feeling intense pain in his chest. His face turned red, shifting to red from its usual green.

Seeing this, John looked awkward and muttered, "Oh, shit... that must be painful, biting himself so hard."

On the side, Bruce was equally speechless.