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A story of Elle Iris Banner/Olive Hulk. Unknown daughter of Robert Bruce Banner AKA “The Hulk” This story is based on my reality shifting. And I am not adding time stamps, not because I’m lazy, but since I will get confused whilst writing <3 No romance Sorry LovesINFORMATIONBorn in 2006I was born in Rio, 8 months after Banner had a drunken one night standMother died during child-birth since I’m a hulk She was slowly dying to to gamma radiationI was bounced in foster care Abuse NeglectedSecond homes were School and the LibraryI was born with the same gamma gene, so I’d come to terms with her a lot sooner than Bruce did since she was my only friend.At the age of 4 I could read at a higher level ‘Mobi Dick’ and ‘War and Peace’ Level a bit smarter than Matilda I skipped Elementary because of my advanced brain. In middle and High School I excelled in my studies, Joined the Trimathlon, Science Club, And joined gymnastics so My Hulk didn’t get to restless I Graduated High School at 13. I got a full ride scholarship to MIT(15-16), and Caltec(17-19) Degree ~ Engineering Degree ~ Artificial Intelligence PhD ~ Robotics Tech Doctorate ~ Nuclear Physics Doctor of Philosophy ~ Computer Science PhD ~ Mathematical Biology In the 2 year gap before I actually started college since I was “TO YOUNG” I was usually in the library reading, or in the forest near the town to Relax And Meditate. But I was also in a hospital for suicide evaluation after trying to hang myself (guess what….It didn’t work) I was put on medications :( After I finished college I went Job Scouting, I applied to NASA A Science Professor - Caltec Stark Industries(My DR I didn’t put Endgame in there because I wanted NOBODY dead) In 2025 I was recruited by SHIELD for the Avengers in Scientific Research and Tech advancements They never figured out my mutation/ Nobody knows I don’t know a lot about human interaction and it scares me a bit so I keep to myself and don’t understand Lingo things unless it’s put in pro. terms IMAGE DESCRIPTIONEyes (Human) Honey BrownHair Medium Length (Shoulder Blades) Curl Type ~A4 Type of Cut ~Wolf CutSkin Type (Human) Warm Beige ~Warm Undertone Rosy Cheeks Freckles Scars Eyebrow (Pushed down stairs ~ #1 Foster Brother) Bridge of Nose (Bully ~ High School ~ By a Freshman)was a Sophomore) Bicep (Right)(Knife ~ #3 Foster Mother) Littered across my back (Belt ~ #2 Foster Father) Collar Bone (My Hulk when I Tried the noose)She had to claw it off) Thighs (Self Inflicted)Body Type (Human) Pear Shape Bust ~Approximately 40 Inches Waist ~Approximately 34 Inches Hips ~Approximately 57 Inches Height ~5 Feet, 5 Inches Weight ~230 Lbs (67% Muscles)Eyes (Hulk) Dark Green (Like the Hulk's skin tone)Hair (Hulk) Short Length Curl Type ~A2 Cut Type ~Pixie CutSkin Type (Hulk) Green (Duh) ~Mint Green Depending on the mood the shade can change, since we’ve accepted one another but since human me likes to stay hidden they are more or less separate for our safety. Body Type (Hulk) Strawberry Shape Bust ~ Approximately 72 Inches Waist ~ Approximately 45 Inches Hips ~ Approximately 40 Inches Height ~ 7 Feet, 8 Inches Weight ~ 1,025 Lbs (95% Muscle)MOOD / PERSONALITYI’m pretty closed off, but if I can find someone who understands my science talk or nerd tangents (Lord Of the Rings, Harry Potter, Star Wars and Star Trek) then I have a friend pretty fast.In this story the closest person I am to in the beginning is Stark since we share a similar music taste IRL.I am great with kids since being a foster, so if there is a “Hero’s With Heart” meeting, I’d be going after “The Big Reveal” *Jazz Hands*I will occasionally mutter things in my native language. Which in Brazil is mainly Portuguese, But for the sake of the story let's say I moved to California since I actually speak Spanish IRL. (Funnily enough I can’t type it well, so it might be a bit spelt wrong, can’t type it, but I can speak it)I am usually calm and collected, and since I have come to terms with my hulk she doesn’t pop out when I'm angry or my heart is pumping really fast.Can Be painfully blunt, and overall rude to people (Like Tony, Fury, Bucky, or Sam)But is still kind, and understanding to situations (Like Steve, Wanda, Vision, and Nat)Don’t get it wrong though I am VERY jumpy though, and have really fast reflexes though, i will throw a punch if someone catches me off guard.After "The Big Reveal" Hero Name will either be 'Olive' Since that is the Name I gave Elle's Hulk so it's less confusing. or 'Minty' Since Olive is more of a Mint green colorDADDY / DAUGHTER INFOSo in this I made it a bit weird, but bear with me. So I made there be a sort of telepathic communication between my Olive and Hulk, as like a familial thing so he knows I exist, But Bruce has no clue about me. So I’ll often hear them speaking to one another in hushed-yet-loud tones to one another when they're bored, specifically mine to our Dad’s. He often complains about ‘Puny Banner’ and I chuckle occasionally. Be in mind that I made it in my reality that the end game didn’t happen so Hulk and Bruce hadn’t become one (Since there is a plot to this story, I promise it's for a reason.)But When Bruce does finally meet me he will feel the urge to protect me almost instantly, key work ALMOST. Since Hulk knows Olive. And I don’t even realize that Bruce is my father until about maybe a third way into the story in “The Big Reveal” That is the only information I’m giving otherwise I may spoil it to much
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Ever since I was young I was a castaway, too different, and weird. I was sent away from my home country since I had family In the United States, they didn’t want me so I was put in foster care. That’s okay though because they seemed a bit mean as is.
I am currently 4 years old, at least that’s what the lady who is housing me said. She’s nice. Her name is Cecillia, she's making carne asada and eggs for breakfast since it’s my birthday. She said I’m an Nina Extrana. I think she meant it as a compliment so I smiled. I was currently reading The Great Gadsby, since she took me to the library yesterday because I helped do a chore. All of the other children in the house came running into the dining room since they smelt the food cooking. I greeted them and went back to reading my book. They were talking to one another about plans and things they wanted to do today. Food was served. I placed my book down by my side at the table so I could eat, then one of the kids took it from my side and I looked up at her and put my hand out trying to grab it back from her.
“Give it back please, that is mine” I said hurriedly
“No! I want it." She retorted.
“Why are you even reading that, people in my grade are reading that you shouldn’t be able to.” One of the older fosters said looking at the book. I still haven't taken my eyes off the girl, she’s older than me by 2 years and she acts like she’s the queen because of it. I start getting upset, normally I'm not one to get angry often. I clenched my jaw and a loud grunt came from deep within my chest. I blink and stare at the little girl sitting by me, a look of pure horror flashed by her face as my honey brown eyes turn one of the darkest shades of green. I’m unaware of the change solely focused on my book in her hand.
“
Give it back!”
Now that surprised even me. She shakily gives me back my book and after I get it back she starts wailing as I hold the book to my chest and get up from the table to go to my separate room in the house.
Whilst I’m entering my room I lock the door behind me and sit on my bed. I hear grumbling in the forefront of my mind, thinking it’s myself until I hear.
“Okay?”
I gasp and look around, seeing if anyone is in the room with me.
“Where are you?” I say, a bit scared.
“No scared, Up here.”
The voice says and I feel a sort of knocking on my brain
.
I put my finger on my head and tap back “Why are you up there?” I ask, my curiosity getting the better of me.
“Don no? Woke here?”
The voice answered,
“Do you have a name?” I ask politely
“Hulk?”
The voice sounds more feminine now that she’s less groggy.
“That sounds angry.” I say thoughtfully.
“New name?”
She asks.
“Will you be my friend if I give you a new name?” I ask genuinely.
“Friend? Friend! I want.”
She says happily.
“Odette?” I list off.
“Nu”
“Haliy?”
“N”
she starts getting restless as I continue listing off names. I look at my hands and see they are changing to a green color. I bound off my bed and went to my crayons. I look through the greens and find the closest color to it.
“Olive?” I ask shyly.
I hear a giggle and feel happy everywhere as I feel happy stomps in my head.
“
Ah Live. Ohliv. Olive. I like I like!”
And that was a start to a new but
Incredible
friendship.