The Universe's Mixer

Christine was a little unsure about leaving the manor since her strange accident but she could not stay cooped up for much longer. Mostly because she needed the fresh air. She wouldn’t go too far from the manor, though. Her arm still ached from time to time and having it in the cast made some tasks difficult. Especially given it was the hand she used most. And that was one of the main reasons she didn’t stray too far and why she didn’t walk too far from her home. She wanted to be close by in case she felt in pain again.

First stop for her turned out to be a small chocolate shop. She could treat herself. Like most women she had a sweet tooth but would not eat the treats in abundance. She was strict enough on herself not to do so after all. She had to remain healthy and she had heard that eating too many of the sweet treats would go against that. But a few from a box on occasion wouldn’t do her any harm.

Next she found a small restaurant, a diner as she had been told, she decided perhaps she could spend some time in there. It would split up the time she spent outside and keep her occupied. Though she knew she would eat something simple and then head back to the manor. But when it came to the door, which she had to pull open, she had a slight problem. The box was in one hand and with her other in the cast she wasn’t really able to do so herself. Glancing around, she tried to see if she could find someone to help her.

This day had been going so well, and now it had taken a horrible twist and had turned completely upside down, how it had gotten so out of control Bruce wasn't entirely sure, he did, however know that a certain red headed teenager had brought out the beast that lived deep down inside of him. He wasn't happy at all.

He had to almost run from the opera house, not wanting to tear something apart that meant so much to him, as well as people like his friend Christine, something that remained pure to him though some strange man had tainted the impression of it with this scandal about Enigma. His girlfriend. Could it be true? It had to be because he didn't get the impression that the man knew anything about Bruce and Enigma being together when that thing happened...that horrible thing. How could she be so cold? So naive? He felt like he meant nothing to her, and maybe it had something to do with the fact that he was much older, and was definitely no where near as attractive as the man he'd met at the Opera, however he still did have a heart and she had just about ripped it out. That was making him more and more upset with each step that he took. He couldn't believe it, she'd had sex with someone else while they were together? So what if he hadn't said exclusively that they weren't allowed to sleep around. That was supposed to be obvious, what was the point of being with someone if you weren't exclusive to them from the beginning. Isn't that how those things worked? Or was the opinion of the youth of America these days so warped and skewed that relationships didn't mean anything? He knew he was old, but he wasn't that old.

He had made it back to Stark Tower, which was really the only place he had to go, and by the time he'd gotten up to Enigma's new lab, his eyes were completely green. "Jarvis, you might want to let Tony know that his green visitor has just decided to stop by." Bruce said, before he let the beast take over. He didn't have anything left in him, he was too tired to let his brain process over the pros and cons of being with her any longer, and if she wanted to sleep with other men then so be it. He was done. This was why he didn't get into relationships, they ended like this. It took only a moment, and the beast was there, shreds of fabric that had been Bruce's shirt littered the floor, as well as pieces of his shoes. With a mighty, feral roar, Hulk rushed forwards, picking up the machines in the room, throwing them at the large glass windows, the glass shattering from so much force behind the throws. Bruce lingered in the back of the Hulk's mind, allowing the beast to do as it pleased, only a sparkle in the green eye of the monster. Bruce didn't care anymore. Hulk rampaged through the room, smashing devices, throwing machines out of the broken windows and onto the lawn below where they shattered instantly into a million mechanical pieces, and finally Hulk found the vials of the tranquilizer that Engima used to subdue it, crushing it in one mighty fist as well as the gun the vials went into. She wouldn't be needing that. With everything on that floor destroyed, Hulk threw himself at the open window, flying through it a green blur, landing on the concrete below a moment later with a large thud, making a crater form in the ground.

With another roar, Hulk's head thrown back as it bellowed, it took a moment to look around afterward, picking up the first car it saw, throwing it at a building. He leapt up onto a rooftop, and jumped from one to the next, ripping things apart, crushing in smaller buildings with his massive weight. He finally found a few trees and began to uproot them, throwing them at the street to block the traffic. Cars were his favorite things to throw, and they were even better when they were smashed.

With a violent, rage-filled roar, Hulk lunged at a bus, leaping up into the air, "Hulk smash!" and that was exactly what he did. The Hulk didn't care about anyone, especially not a certian skinny red-head. What might happen whent they crossed paths, who was to stay? She had better stay out of its way, however, or she might regret getting to close. She had triggered it with her selfish act, and the city was paying the price.