Bruce was sleeping lightly and lost in the same dream that Steve had woken him from earlier. He heard his mother singing to him softly and wordlessly as he woke from a Code Green to see his friends and loved ones ripped apart. He was standing in what seemed like oceans of blood as his father, wild and horrible reached out to him. "Look what you've done," the older man cackled, "look what he's done?"

Bruce shook his head in his sleep and mutter "No, no," over and over again. In the dream he reached down and touched the nearest Avenger, which happened to be Natasha. "Tasha," the sleeping Bruce moaned, "Tasha no...I didn't."