Bruce Banner:
"My God," whispers Bruce, his eyes widening. Louder, he says, "This is...this is incredible." He reaches out a hand towards young Jake, then pulls it back, remembering his manners. He takes them all in, his mind drifting to the grey-green beast living inside him. How long until his own monster comes forth once more? If it were to happen here, inside this tiny shack, with all these children present...he feels his heart rate begin to increase, and takes a deep breath, calming himself. Think of them, he commands himself.
"Were you all exposed to anything...odd?" asks Bruce. "Chemical waste? Anything unusual? Or did this just happen to you?" Banner wished he had his old laboratory. At this point, even a triage kit would be helpful. He needed blood samples, tissue.
"My Pa told us people in this here valley started gettin' sick and dyin' once Roxxon bought the old coal mines and stated diggin' again. Said they found glowin' rock. uranium. Miners started dyin' ten times as fast as th' black lung. So bad they brought their own men in metal suits to dig for 'em. They use 'em as company men too, wavin' guns and knockin' down houses.
SENTINELS they call 'em. They done their damnedest to force everybody off the land, but Pa never budged an' I promised 'im we never would."
He buries his face in his hands, and his hard demeanor starts to break.
"Was he
wrong, Dr. Bruce? The Indians said this land was cursed...now I'm startin' t'believe it! Have we grown up eatin' food in poison soil? Is that what done us in?"