"SMAAAAAASH!!!!!!"
A big, green fist bears down at me, but moving at speed, I avoid it easily. Still, the sheer force just from the displaced air in its wake nearly knocks me off-balance. I sear him with a blast of Heat-Vision, but all that seems to do is make him angrier. He swings again and his fist hits pavement, shattering the asphalt and shaking the foundations of the surrounding buildings.
This guy, whoever he is, is packing about as much physical strength as I've ever seen in a person who wasn't magically enhanced. I still like my chances if I go toe-to-toe with him, but it would tear the city apart. I need to get him out of here before--
*SLAM!*
I wake up, and a quick glance around me tells me I'm somewhere in the ionosphere, high above the Atlantic. My ribs feel like they're about to collapse, and I'm still more than a little dazed.
I haven't been hit that hard since....
.....since....
....great Scott, I've
never been hit that hard!
After regaining my bearings, I focus my telescopic vision on Manhattan and make a beeline for it. I have to stop this guy from causing any more destruction. It may not be
my city--or my reality, even--but that doesn't mean I can let innocent people get hurt if I can help it.
As I approach the city, I slow down enough to the sonic boom behind me dissipates. I X-ray through buildings and tune my hearing to search for the Hulk, but fortunately, he's not hard to find. He makes so much noise it's almost impossible not to hear him even without super-senses.
I swoop in towards the enormous brute, ducking another haymaker, and tackle him in the gut, lifting him up and then pulling up into the city skyline.
"I don't know who you are or why you're doing this," I say through gritted teeth as the big green monster struggles against my grip,
"but I'm ending this. Now."
With that, I let him go, and unleash a hard right cross that launches him out across the ocean. A second later, I'm right on him again, and I blast him with a left hook to keep him from going into orbit--I want to take this guy down, not kill him, after all. Still, he's still conscious, so I need to press on the attack.
Somewhere over London, I land a shot to his jaw that sends him flying southward.
An uppercut near the northern edge of the Sahara keeps him airborne.
I land at least three solid blows over Russia, correcting my course as we go, then land a huge haymaker to propel him across the Pacific.
Around the time we pass over California--where Coast City should be but isn't--I notice the monster is starting to lose consciousness, and is actually shrinking. I grab hold of him and start to decrease speed, locking him in an impromptu sleeper until he passes out completely.
By the time we touch down back in New York, he's just the size of a normal man. Cops and military are still out in full force to try and contain the battle, but as they see me put the unconscious man down, their weapons turn toward me instead.
"Easy now, officers," I say with my hands up.
"I'm not here to start any trouble. And at any rate, you'd be wasting your ammunition."
Not one of them lowers their weapon. A few of them even cock their guns to fire.
"Everyone stand down!" a voice calls out.
"We'll handle him."
"You sure about that, Steve? The guy just took out the Hulk by himself. I'm thinking we may want to call in some reinforcements."
"I have no fear of this newcomer, whoever he may be. We shall see what his intentions are, and strike him down if necessary."
The cops and soldiers back away, making room for the trio that approaches me. All three of them look like they've got extremely different approaches--one has some incredibly high-tech gear, one looks like he may be magically powered, and the apparent leader's body is swimming with some sort of serum that looks like a refined version of what Bane used.
One thing's for sure: they mean business.
"Whoever you are, you're coming with us."
