What will be name of new organisation

"Now, there are some names that were suggested that are going to be discarded immediately," Fury said.

"Why, what's wrong with them?" Tony asked innocently.

"Well, let's see," Fury tapped at his tablet, and the list of names floated before us. "CICLOPS, with an I. 'Counter-terrorism Initiative Center Led by One-eyed Professional Superspy..."

"I fail to see the issue," Tony said with a grin.

"Me either," Clint said, smiling when Fury gave him a level look. "I still want ARROW."

"What was wrong with SHIELD?" Steve asked. The leaders of nations gave him a look, and Coulson smiled.

"That's going to be shifted to be given to a team," Fury said, looking at Coulson. "The rest of organization will be something else."

"There were some professional names suggested," the British Prime Minister said. "MRT for the Metahuman Response Team, or the Metahuman Centrilized Utilization."

I frowned at the last one but shook my head.

"I would suggest the GGG," Tony said.

"Government Goon Gallery?" Natasha asked. Tony smirked.

"Can we please remove Mr. Stark if he won't deign to be serious?" the Russian President asked sourly.

"I have to agree," President Ellis said. "Mr. Stark, please show this decision the respect it deserves. This organization will be working on the behalf of the world in everything from battle to negotiations with extraterrestrial nations. At the least, the name must carry the gravitas that the organization has."

I blinked at the seriousness everyone seemed to be giving the name. After all, I already knew that whatever the name, smaller subdivisions would be created within the new organization. But, I supposed that he was partially right. There had to be a name the public would know they could trust. Names have power after all.

"Did someone suggest, 'SMASH'?" Bruce asked, adjusting his glasses as he stared at one of the suggestions. Tony smiled.

"As I said," Fury began deleting names. "Many of these were done as some sort of joke. So, all of those will be removed. AOE, DPS, LOSE, GASP, WAND, FUBAR, CLOWNS, STAKE, JAM, RRR, GASTLI, all gone."

Some nerdy looking SHIELD personnel seemed a bit disappointed at those.

"I believe ARMOR and SWORD will remain in the capacity they have before," Fury continued.

"*DIAL should be removed,*" the Japanese Prime Minister said. "*Considering the fact you have a hero with that exact name joining you, such favoritism is in bad taste.*"

"Too bad," Sam told me jokingly.

"I didn't suggest it," I said back. "PLUMBER was mine."

"Wait, really?" Sam whispered. "Who..."

Rhodey stepped forward and nodded towards a grinning Tony. "Who do you think?"

Sam smiled, then looked at me. "PLUMBER, really?"

"You had to be there," was all I said.

"OWCA, CIA, and USA are all taken," Fury said. "So that leaves these ones."

With the last beep, the final list floated before us all. MRT and MCU were on it, as well as some new ones.

C.L.E.R.I.C. Or the Central Liaison for Extrahuman Responsibility and Information Collection was first.

C.A.S.T.L.E. That showed up twice, one version reading as Committee of Advanced Strategy, Technology, and Law Enforcement, the other reading as Central Agency of Special Tactics, Logistics, and Enforcement.

The last one surprised me. "Who's suggestion was that one? I don't remember that."

"Mine," Steve and Fury said in unison.

B.R.I.D.G.E. Which became, the Bureau of Reconnaissance, Intelligence, Development, and General Enhancement. Huh.

"Why BRIDGE?" Natasha asked. Steve and Fury shared a look before Steve spoke.

"What was it Mahmoud said all those days ago? 'SHIELD is supposed to be the bridge between what people consider normal, and all the weirdness out there.' And he was right. This is what we need to be," Even though Steve was speaking to the Avengers, the whole room was listening calmly. Steve just had that sort of presence. "We will guard the world, protect it. But we can't simply pretend that all the strange things beyond don't exist. We will help humanity advance to fight it back and join it. It's the name I think best represents that."

Steve looked around. "I humbly submit that we put it to a vote. But mine will be for BRIDGE."

The whole room looked around. Tablets were passed to those who had none, including me. I stared at the list for a minute. I knew what I was going to pick now. Just... I'd had no idea my little speech had had such an effect.

Feeling hopeful, I hit my vote. Across the world, people from all walks of life did the same. Soon, the name was chosen, winning with 56.2 percent of the votes.

With that, BRIDGE was formed.

Now that our new super-secret spy organization had a name, some guidelines, and a solid R&D department, we sat for a couple of hours more listening to some more stuff. One of the new initiatives was interesting, built around equipping teams with actual power armor and weapons, with newly upgraded Quinjets. The Insight Helicarriers would become the backbone of this new initiative, though the algorithm was agreed to be destroyed. I didn't say anything when that was mentioned. The idea was that these soldiers would be capable of mobilizing in parts of the world metahuman forces might not be able to get to in time. A roving army. A couple of the signatories balked at this, horrified at the idea of this army possibly being used to attack others. But the point of the army was that it would be international. Anyone who volunteered would be trained and equipped to fight the good fight. There were still objections, and a couple countries refused to accept, but overall, things for the Metahuman Response Team was a go. As well as one of my suggestions, a man with the name Frank I'd found among the files of exceptional soldiers. There were more, people who had popped out to me, but he was an obvious pick.

Hopefully, I could nip that timeline in the bud. Maybe not completely. He was, in the end, a soldier no matter what. But maybe I could help him find peace? ...

Then one of my other proposals was brought up.

"A planetary defense shield?" President Ellis asked, looking up at me. "Is this for real?"

"Deadly," I said, stepping forward. "Iron Man and I believe it's possible, as do Professor Banner and a Dr. Leopold Fitz. A shield that we can erect around the planet. It would be supplemented by MAC weaponry-"

"Excuse me," the British Prime Minister interrupted. "But the Outer Space Treaty prevents such things. You start talking about this, and COPUOS will lose their bloody minds," he said firmly, referencing the United Nations Committee on the Peaceful Uses of Outer Space."

"The shield would prevent any nation from using the big guns on the Earth at all," Tony mentioned. "And these would be based on conventional weapons. If people are still whining about letting us shoot any alien enemies that attack us, then we can just stick with a force field and some cool spaceships."

"Spaceships?" Gonzales asked, the older man's eyes narrowing behind his glasses.

"Yep," I said. "One or two to start. We're looking into working with NASA and other space programs, later on, I believe Russia and China mentioned they were interested?" both leaders nodded. "Hopefully, we'll be bringing in their astronauts and astrophysicists."

There were a bunch of points during the meeting where everyone had to stop for a moment to think. When we all realized, just for a moment, that this meeting was changing the world. Even Senator Nadeer, who had been glaring at Bruce and me for most of the meeting, seemed dumbstruck.

"Okay," President Ellis said, just as thoughtful as the rest. "I have more news. The documents have come through, and we've been given permission on the matter of the prisoners," after some taps at a computer, Steve and my tablets beeped. "I believe you both requested to give the good news?"

Steve's smile made several people blush at the sheer joy in it.

"Mahmoud! One second, please!"

On my way through the halls with Steve, Bruce called out to me. I stopped to look at him. Steve stopped as well, and we watched Bruce run over to us. He looked at Steve hesitantly. "Uh, Steve, I don't want to be rude..."

"You want to speak to him alone," Steve said quickly. "I understand. I'll just go ahead." As much as Steve was trying not to seem like it, he clearly wished to hurry. He did a jog that was faster than most people's full-on sprint, and soon disappeared.

"Huh," Bruce said, noting the speed of Steve's disappearance. He looked at me, then around. "Here, in this room," Bruce opened a random door, and we entered into what looked one of many maintenance rooms. A few SHIE- I mean, a few BRIDGE agents were inside. They looked at us when we entered.

"Guys," I said as they looked at us. "Can we get a couple minutes?"

They stared at us for a moment, then got up from their stations and hurriedly left. Bruce waited for a minute, then focused on me.

"Tony told me that you were able to open a window, into other worlds."

I frowned. "He was supposed to keep that secret..."

"Only Avengers can know," Bruce reminded me. "I'm an Avenger, for better or worst," he rubbed his hands together nervously. "I-I just have to know, is there a universe where I cure myself? Where I get rid of the Hulk?"

"...Infinite possibilities, Doctor. You know what that means."

Hope. I know people talk about it as an emotion you can show on your face, but it wasn't until then that I truly understood what that meant. "So, you know how to cure me?"

"I saw some worlds where you were cured," I admitted. "But... sometimes it wasn't for long. People have siphoned the radiation from you, split you and Hulk into different beings, it's even gone away on its own. In one universe, you sent him to Hell."

"What, real Hell?" Bruce asked, surprised.

"Yes... But he always-"

"Comes back," Bruce growled. I blinked when his voice was a couple octaves deeper and noted the greenness in the veins on his neck. Not much, but I was looking for it. So he was about to Hulkify. Funny, anyone else would have been scared I think. I was mostly curious. Bruce noticed me looking at him with interest, and calmed down. "Sorry."

"Don't be... there is a successful way to deal with the Hulk though. It's actually the one that has worked best."

"What was it?" Bruce asked, his focus actually kinda scary.

"Learning to work with him," I explained. "That way, no matter what happens, you both can handle it."

He scowled. "I've tried that, I've tried to control him for years-"

"It's not about control," I said. "It's about teamwork. It's about both of you realizing what you have in common, and working with it," Bruce looked at me as though I'd suggested he swallow battery acid.

"You're kidding," he said softly, before raising his voice. "That's crazy! He doesn't work like that!"

"And neither do you," I noted. "Or so I bet he'd say," Bruce scowled. "Look, I can try to siphon your energy as one of my aliens, or make a device to do it. I can try to separate you somehow. And I think there's a good chance something Jury Rigg makes will help. But in the end, the one thing that works, every time, depends on two people finding a way to make peace, to fight together and work together."

Bruce was shaking his head even as I spoke. With a sigh, I rubbed my forehead. "Just think about-" I stopped when he shook his head faster. "Fine. Just tell me when you make a decision on. Hell, I'll help make Veronica," Bruce stopped shaking his head and stared at me. "Yeah, I know about that. Tony probably planned out this conversation. Seriously, people act like he's an impulsive idiot but... all those fake names he made up helped Fury narrow down the list. Him telling me about Veronica made me think about ways to help you, and telling you about the dimensional viewer led to you coming to me."

"Some would call that manipulative," Bruce noted.

"Some would call that helping," I turned and walked away. "Let me know if you need it."

Not much I could do for him. Bruce would decide for himself what to do. I'd help him however I could, and hell, Jury Rigg could probably come up with someway to truly negate the Hulk, to 'cure' Bruce. But I didn't think that was true. The Hulk was alive, because Bruce was alive, as far I knew anyways. Whatever Bruce choose, I'd help.