InsaneJournal

Looking at my own reflection when suddenly it changes...
Characters: NPC-ed Hulk, OT Anybody in NYC who wants to fight the Hulk.
Setting: New York City, morning.
Content: Death. Destruction. Nick Fury.
Summary: Hulk angry. Hulk smash. Like he does. To your city. Geez.
Notes: Okay, so, a few things. First, do what you want to the Hulk within reason bearing in mind that he is the Hulk so you likely can't knock him out or kill him. You can NPC him. Smashing things, killing people, have at. I can also pop in to NPC him so if you make a thread, just PM or IM me and I'll do what I can for you. Finally, the battle will conclude on Monday afternoon. So if you do want to start a thread not necessarily get it finished in this, do so before Monday afternoon. Mostly, this is just for random fighting and stress relief in the form of beating on (and being smacked around by) the Hulk. Enjoy!



Bruce Banner was not a bad man. He’d never intended to hurt anyone. He’d never meant for this to get so out of hand. Yes, he’d accidentally killed innocents and he felt contrite. Still, it didn’t justify what S.H.I.E.L.D. did to him. He expected prison, but he also expected leniency because he couldn’t control it. But they’d taken away his very existence and lied to everyone who’d cared about him. They’d locked him away and treated him like nothing, all the experiments and the tests, it was practically torture. His solitary existence in the frozen wastes had driven Bruce Banner to the edge of madness. His escape pushed him over, and now he was out for revenge.

He bided his time, traveling from place to place, waiting for the right moment. Bruce knew they were after him. Knew Nick Fury was after him. He’d only seen Fury once, during a visit to the containment facility right after he’d become Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. Fury had treated him as though he were subhuman, ignored him, ordered more tests. When he’d begged for compassion Fury had looked him in the eyes and called him murderer. Fury was a hypocrite, and now Fury was going to pay with his life. But first, he could watch his home destroyed and the people he was supposed to protect destroyed so that maybe he would show a little remorse for what was done to Banner. On a frigid Saturday morning Bruce arrived in New York City and strolled the streets, looking for all the world like any other average person. Not like a ticking time bomb. Not a horror waiting to happen.


Banner waited until he was in the midst of a cross walk on a busy street, surrounded by pedestrians and traffic and towering office buildings. Then he closed his eyes and he let the rage come flooding in thoughts about S.H.I.E.L.D. and all he’d suffered. As he transformed into the Hulk he gave an anguished howl of fury and pain. Within moments the street was in chaos; there were screams and a panicked stampede as pedestrians tried to get away. The air was torn by the sounds of crushing metal as the Hulk picked up vehicles and threw them at buildings and fleeing people. He lifted his face to the sky and roared, "HULK WANT S.H.I.E.L.D.!"