[ Taking the seat opposite him, she glances at Bruce once before shaking her head. Her fingers pluck at the edge of the table as she wishes that she had something more interesting to tell him. A curl of irritation threads through her almost immediately afterward. All the progress she’s made forging her own path and this easily she starts to backslide into feeling less about herself just because she isn’t what he needs.

It’s enough to goad her into lifting her head to look at him directly. She can’t say she’s particularly proud of her past, but she did the best she could. Her voice is steady and calm, her expression neutral, as she talks about it. ]

No. I’ve worked with my father before. And my ex-husband. We’ve both worked with him more than once, but I’m not a scientist.

[ Of course, that leaves her trying to explain what she was and she pauses to try to sort all of that out into something that makes sense. Some of it’s still a jumbled, hazy mess, thanks to the addition of the Hulk’s perspective. ]

Before I was changed, I was a secret agent. I did a lot of spying on the organizations that were after the Hulk. Afterward, I was more of a freelance saver of the world.