The Old Hydrokinetic (MCU AU) : #19
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Anywho, without further ado - read on.
Earth-6161 [May 2012]
Manhattan, New York [Stark Tower Periphery]
–Bruce Banner–
PUNCH.
It was nothing like he had thought it would be. In the beginning, before he lost all hope of ever becoming normal again, he had silly thoughts. Thoughts of gaining the Hulk's abilities without the accompanying mad rage, of things he could accomplish with the powers that the Hulk wasted on destruction, of how he could advance virtually every single field of science he could think of if he could just study the Hulk's physique in more depth.
Well, now he had it.
SMASH!
Total control of the Hulk or at least for now. See, he could think better and clearer than when he was just plain old Banner but even now, he could feel the Hulk, just sitting in the backseat, allowing him to have control for now, albeit reluctantly.
SMASH!
Yup, there was the favourite saying of Hulk. Every time he punched something into oblivion, the Hulk cheered from the backseat, shouting so loudly that it echoed in his mind. Sure, not the end of the world and way better than it was before when he was just drowning in mindless rage, so much rage that his mind shut down on its own but it was a little incessant as he continued to reap alien lives.
That was another thing he noted, was that he gained perfect control over his body within an instant, allowing him to fly. Not just jump really high but actually fly! With the shockwave generated by his feet just slamming together, he could generate enough thrust to lift his giant body up from the ground.
For steering, his hands were more than enough as just his fingers snapping together generated enough air pressure for him to turn. Numbers continued to pour in from every single sense, and the senses were so sensitive, he could hear when the next big lizard thing was going to come out of the portal, allowing him to react by quickly finishing off any Chitauri that existed away from the portal and then flying straight to the blue hole in the sky, just in time for the lizard's nose to come in and his fist to crash straight through it.
It was all very visceral and he was kind of surprised that he did not feel much about it, not anymore. The logical part of his brain screamed about brain chemistry, and alternate personalities with varying chemical composition and whatnot but the other side of his brain, was just enjoying it all for now.
The sheer freedom that came with becoming the Hulk, it was intoxicating. Backhanding yet another Chitauri into meat paste, he jumped, uncaring of the property damage to the streets, or to the streetlights as he regularly used them as weapons to take care of entire squads in a single throw. They were usually a single use that way but eh, he was sure that Stark had more than enough money to reimburse everything, and worst case scenario, SHIELD surely has more than enough money to rebuild everything.
In between his gallivanting around the city, as he felt the air breeze across his bulletproof skin, he felt something. A shiver ran along his spine as, for the first time, he felt something other than rage and elation in Hulk's voice as he spoke from the backseat of their mind.
UH-OH.
Before he could ask the Hulk, the sky itself darkened. He looked up and his eyes widened as he saw the massive cloud of water around the city glowing blue. He lost focus as he found his face kissing a glass window, his hands carving a groove through the flooring of the building as he stopped himself.
Then, he jumped, as all his instincts told him to get away from this place at once, as fast as he could, and yet, even as strong as he was, he was not fast enough to get away in time, as he saw a massive mass of glowing blue just coming down from the sky.
"Shit!" He exclaimed before he was drowned in millions of litres of water coming from the sky. He was genuinely afraid that even the Hulk's skin would not be able to take that much pressure but quickly, he found out that it was not crushing, at all.
Instead, it created a small bubble of air around him as water, surrounding him, brought him down to the floor, before whisking him away in a certain direction. He couldn't see as there was still glowing water in front of him but he could see things that came into the pocket of air he had around him. He could see that he was being transported along a city road, as the markings on the road were clear.
He could also see things like cars, trucks, and even ruined Chitauri ships being pushed away from his path before he came to a stop, the bubble staying in place even as the water flew.
He was confused for a moment before he heard a voice speak directly into his ears, "What are you doing here?" it sent chills down his spine because he now knew, so did the Hulk, that the old woman was infinitely more dangerous than he was, someone he should stay away from.
The next moment, he was flung out of the water wave, and despite the height his ascent reached, he was not concerned about that as his eyes were glued to one thing and one thing only.
The massive wave of glowing blue that spread as far as his vision could see, presumably ferrying people away from the point of impact as fast as she could.
"Hulk!" His neck snapped to the side as Stark flew by.
"What? What is happening? What is the ETA?" He said as he flew side by side with Staerk, only needing a feet click every couple seconds to keep up with the man of Iron, which was actually kind of nice if he had a couple more seconds to think about it but alas, he only had the goddamned nuclear weapon on his mind as Stark and he flew to the Stark Tower.
In the background, he could hear the thunder grumbling as Thor presumably did his job and destroyed the Chitauri that were pouring out of the portal because he could not imagine an operation of this size allowing Weber to focus on anything else.
"Okay, One! We need to talk about this transformation of yours later on. Two, Weber said something about the sceptre. I have located it and Jarvis is currently running scans on it to see if it can do what I think it can do." Tony's face plate slid off as both of them landed on the now ruined penthouse floor balcony, walking into the bar section talking with each other.
"Which is?"
"Breach the containment around the cube."
His brows furrowed for a second before he spoke out loud, "Jarvis? Chances of energy backlash in the form of arcs of superheated plasma?"
There was a moment of silence before Jarvis replied, "...Very high, Dr.Banner."
He nodded and then turned around, heading to the sceptre which was being scanned by scanners coming out of the wall. He stopped as he felt a metallic hand land on his arm, which was huge by the way, making Tony look so small in that suit. "What are you doing? Even you wouldn't walk away from superheated plasma."
He shrugged off the hand and swiped the sceptre away from the scanners, "Well, someone has to try."
Tony's face looked complicated as he tired, once more, "But Jarvis hasn't had time yet to-"
"ETA for the nuke?" He asked the man and he shut up as Tony realised there was no point in them talking.
Then, without any word, Tony's faceplate slid on his face and he rocketed out of the penthouse, rattling the walls.
"Jarvis, please tell me he is not about to do something stupid." He said as he jumped out of the balcony, to land on the roof, a dozen feet away from the machine that was responsible for so much death and destruction.
Jarvis spoke from comms he had swiped earlier from Tony, "Sir is running on critically low energy reserves and the chances of him safely making it back are very low, Dr.Banner."
He sighed as his shoulders dropped at the statement that just made his fears come true. Tony could not do this because they did not know the optimal point of entry. Any backlash would just vaporise Tony's entire body. He could not carry the Nuke into the portal because, despite his newly gained ability of three dimensional movement, it was not as smooth and fluid as Tony's repulsor aided flight so it could set off the nuke early on.
Thor had the same problem as he did and the only other one who could fly and do everything effortlessly was the one who was making sure that people were out of the city, as fast as possible.
The wave had left the area now, moving all the people out of the way. By his calculations, she should be out of the preliminary blast zone within another 5 minutes, with all the people she met on the way, which was phenomenal and nearly impossible to believe but even so, they did not have five more minutes.
So, taking a deep breath, he aimed the tip of the sceptre to the bottom of the machine and began pushing, as Tony began his task for the day.
"I hope it's worth it," He muttered as he pushed, as arcs of blue zapped at his skin, darkening it black and blue, which began healing but then the arcs came again, and again, peeling off layers of his skin as he continued to push.
His arm twitched as the arcs continued to bombard the same place over and over again, as he saw Tony's form coming into the sky, straight towards them.
"Thor! Now!"
There was a deafening sound of thunder along with a war cry as dozens of lightning bolts came out of the sky and struck the portal, destroying any Chitauri that were coming through and also the stragglers in the sky, clearing the path for Tony and the missile.
"Come on. Come on. Come on." He muttered as Tony came close to him, as the optimal path was to run parallel to the beam of energy that was opening the portal.
He watched as Tony's suit scratched the edge of the roof as the missile rocketed up. He watched with bated breaths as Tony finally entered the portal, along with the missile.
He was sure that others were celebrating but his focus was on something else.
"Jarvis?"
"Communications lost, sir."
"...F*ck"
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Anywho, without further ado - read on.
Earth-6161 [May 2012]
Manhattan, New York [Stark Tower Periphery]
–Bruce Banner–
PUNCH.
It was nothing like he had thought it would be. In the beginning, before he lost all hope of ever becoming normal again, he had silly thoughts. Thoughts of gaining the Hulk's abilities without the accompanying mad rage, of things he could accomplish with the powers that the Hulk wasted on destruction, of how he could advance virtually every single field of science he could think of if he could just study the Hulk's physique in more depth.
Well, now he had it.
SMASH!
Total control of the Hulk or at least for now. See, he could think better and clearer than when he was just plain old Banner but even now, he could feel the Hulk, just sitting in the backseat, allowing him to have control for now, albeit reluctantly.
SMASH!
Yup, there was the favourite saying of Hulk. Every time he punched something into oblivion, the Hulk cheered from the backseat, shouting so loudly that it echoed in his mind. Sure, not the end of the world and way better than it was before when he was just drowning in mindless rage, so much rage that his mind shut down on its own but it was a little incessant as he continued to reap alien lives.
That was another thing he noted, was that he gained perfect control over his body within an instant, allowing him to fly. Not just jump really high but actually fly! With the shockwave generated by his feet just slamming together, he could generate enough thrust to lift his giant body up from the ground.
For steering, his hands were more than enough as just his fingers snapping together generated enough air pressure for him to turn. Numbers continued to pour in from every single sense, and the senses were so sensitive, he could hear when the next big lizard thing was going to come out of the portal, allowing him to react by quickly finishing off any Chitauri that existed away from the portal and then flying straight to the blue hole in the sky, just in time for the lizard's nose to come in and his fist to crash straight through it.
It was all very visceral and he was kind of surprised that he did not feel much about it, not anymore. The logical part of his brain screamed about brain chemistry, and alternate personalities with varying chemical composition and whatnot but the other side of his brain, was just enjoying it all for now.
The sheer freedom that came with becoming the Hulk, it was intoxicating. Backhanding yet another Chitauri into meat paste, he jumped, uncaring of the property damage to the streets, or to the streetlights as he regularly used them as weapons to take care of entire squads in a single throw. They were usually a single use that way but eh, he was sure that Stark had more than enough money to reimburse everything, and worst case scenario, SHIELD surely has more than enough money to rebuild everything.
In between his gallivanting around the city, as he felt the air breeze across his bulletproof skin, he felt something. A shiver ran along his spine as, for the first time, he felt something other than rage and elation in Hulk's voice as he spoke from the backseat of their mind.
UH-OH.
Before he could ask the Hulk, the sky itself darkened. He looked up and his eyes widened as he saw the massive cloud of water around the city glowing blue. He lost focus as he found his face kissing a glass window, his hands carving a groove through the flooring of the building as he stopped himself.
Then, he jumped, as all his instincts told him to get away from this place at once, as fast as he could, and yet, even as strong as he was, he was not fast enough to get away in time, as he saw a massive mass of glowing blue just coming down from the sky.
"Shit!" He exclaimed before he was drowned in millions of litres of water coming from the sky. He was genuinely afraid that even the Hulk's skin would not be able to take that much pressure but quickly, he found out that it was not crushing, at all.
Instead, it created a small bubble of air around him as water, surrounding him, brought him down to the floor, before whisking him away in a certain direction. He couldn't see as there was still glowing water in front of him but he could see things that came into the pocket of air he had around him. He could see that he was being transported along a city road, as the markings on the road were clear.
He could also see things like cars, trucks, and even ruined Chitauri ships being pushed away from his path before he came to a stop, the bubble staying in place even as the water flew.
He was confused for a moment before he heard a voice speak directly into his ears, "What are you doing here?" it sent chills down his spine because he now knew, so did the Hulk, that the old woman was infinitely more dangerous than he was, someone he should stay away from.
The next moment, he was flung out of the water wave, and despite the height his ascent reached, he was not concerned about that as his eyes were glued to one thing and one thing only.
The massive wave of glowing blue that spread as far as his vision could see, presumably ferrying people away from the point of impact as fast as she could.
"Hulk!" His neck snapped to the side as Stark flew by.
"What? What is happening? What is the ETA?" He said as he flew side by side with Staerk, only needing a feet click every couple seconds to keep up with the man of Iron, which was actually kind of nice if he had a couple more seconds to think about it but alas, he only had the goddamned nuclear weapon on his mind as Stark and he flew to the Stark Tower.
In the background, he could hear the thunder grumbling as Thor presumably did his job and destroyed the Chitauri that were pouring out of the portal because he could not imagine an operation of this size allowing Weber to focus on anything else.
"Okay, One! We need to talk about this transformation of yours later on. Two, Weber said something about the sceptre. I have located it and Jarvis is currently running scans on it to see if it can do what I think it can do." Tony's face plate slid off as both of them landed on the now ruined penthouse floor balcony, walking into the bar section talking with each other.
"Which is?"
"Breach the containment around the cube."
His brows furrowed for a second before he spoke out loud, "Jarvis? Chances of energy backlash in the form of arcs of superheated plasma?"
There was a moment of silence before Jarvis replied, "...Very high, Dr.Banner."
He nodded and then turned around, heading to the sceptre which was being scanned by scanners coming out of the wall. He stopped as he felt a metallic hand land on his arm, which was huge by the way, making Tony look so small in that suit. "What are you doing? Even you wouldn't walk away from superheated plasma."
He shrugged off the hand and swiped the sceptre away from the scanners, "Well, someone has to try."
Tony's face looked complicated as he tired, once more, "But Jarvis hasn't had time yet to-"
"ETA for the nuke?" He asked the man and he shut up as Tony realised there was no point in them talking.
Then, without any word, Tony's faceplate slid on his face and he rocketed out of the penthouse, rattling the walls.
"Jarvis, please tell me he is not about to do something stupid." He said as he jumped out of the balcony, to land on the roof, a dozen feet away from the machine that was responsible for so much death and destruction.
Jarvis spoke from comms he had swiped earlier from Tony, "Sir is running on critically low energy reserves and the chances of him safely making it back are very low, Dr.Banner."
He sighed as his shoulders dropped at the statement that just made his fears come true. Tony could not do this because they did not know the optimal point of entry. Any backlash would just vaporise Tony's entire body. He could not carry the Nuke into the portal because, despite his newly gained ability of three dimensional movement, it was not as smooth and fluid as Tony's repulsor aided flight so it could set off the nuke early on.
Thor had the same problem as he did and the only other one who could fly and do everything effortlessly was the one who was making sure that people were out of the city, as fast as possible.
The wave had left the area now, moving all the people out of the way. By his calculations, she should be out of the preliminary blast zone within another 5 minutes, with all the people she met on the way, which was phenomenal and nearly impossible to believe but even so, they did not have five more minutes.
So, taking a deep breath, he aimed the tip of the sceptre to the bottom of the machine and began pushing, as Tony began his task for the day.
"I hope it's worth it," He muttered as he pushed, as arcs of blue zapped at his skin, darkening it black and blue, which began healing but then the arcs came again, and again, peeling off layers of his skin as he continued to push.
His arm twitched as the arcs continued to bombard the same place over and over again, as he saw Tony's form coming into the sky, straight towards them.
"Thor! Now!"
There was a deafening sound of thunder along with a war cry as dozens of lightning bolts came out of the sky and struck the portal, destroying any Chitauri that were coming through and also the stragglers in the sky, clearing the path for Tony and the missile.
"Come on. Come on. Come on." He muttered as Tony came close to him, as the optimal path was to run parallel to the beam of energy that was opening the portal.
He watched as Tony's suit scratched the edge of the roof as the missile rocketed up. He watched with bated breaths as Tony finally entered the portal, along with the missile.
He was sure that others were celebrating but his focus was on something else.
"Jarvis?"
"Communications lost, sir."
"...F*ck"
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