Cambridge is where he worked with a young Bruce Banner.

I think nobody really cares about Bruce Banner in the comics.

Bruce Banner rose slowly, leaning against the brick wall for support.

Time had little meaning to Bruce Banner these days.

Bruce Banner reached over and shook the other man's hand.

Bruce Banner brushed the melting flakes of snow from his coat.

Bruce Banner studied the slim man with a puzzled expression.

When he was through with his story, Bruce Banner leaned back in wonder.

"We've got to stop them," Bruce Banner said at last.

Bruce Banner, limp and unconscious, seemed no worse off from the trip.