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Natasha struggled to rise from the ground, her muscles trembling as she forced herself upright. Dust clung to her skin, and the faint metallic taste of blood lingered at the back of her throat. For a brief second, her vision blurred, the world spinning from the impact—but she clenched her jaw and steadied herself. She had no time to fall.
Her eyes locked onto two distant figures—Jack, soaring through the sky like a dark omen, and Hulk, charging after him with unstoppable fury. They were already far ahead, moving with terrifying speed. And beyond them…
Kolkata.
The dense urban district stretched across the horizon, a living, breathing organism of humanity—crowded streets, endless traffic, millions of lives intertwined. Over ten million people lived there.
If those two entered the city…
Natasha's chest tightened.
This wouldn't be destruction. This would be annihilation. Something on the scale of an atomic disaster.
How many would die?
The thought hit her like a bullet, but she pushed it down immediately. There was no space for hesitation. Only action.
She tapped her Bluetooth communicator, her voice sharp, steady, and commanding.
"The S.H.I.E.L.D. India branch—all units deploy. The situation has completely lost control. Move to Kolkata immediately."
There was a brief silence, then static, then acknowledgment.
Natasha didn't wait. She broke into a sprint, ignoring the pain in her legs, her boots pounding against the cracked ground. A nearby vehicle—half-abandoned, engine still running—caught her attention. She leapt onto it in one swift motion, forcing it into motion and steering hard toward the urban district.
Above her, the sky itself seemed to tremble.
Jack flew at terminal velocity, slicing through the air like a blade. The wind howled violently around him, but his expression remained calm—no, more than calm. Amused.
Behind him, Hulk gave chase.
"ROAR——!"
The Green Giant moved like a force of nature, like a raging beast that knew no restraint. His massive form smashed through everything in his path. Trees were uprooted instantly, flowers crushed into nothing, and even large rocks shattered upon impact. The ground itself seemed unable to withstand his steps, cracking beneath his weight.
"Come… come here," Jack called from the sky, his voice laced with mockery, echoing faintly through the storming air.
"ROAR——!"
Hulk's roar was filled with pure rage. His mind burned with one singular thought—to tear apart the one who dared provoke him. There was no strategy, no hesitation—only destruction.
They crossed into the urban district.
And everything changed.
Hulk's entrance was like a dragon diving into the sea—violent, unstoppable, catastrophic. The moment he landed, the city erupted into chaos.
Screams tore through the streets.
"Ahhh—!"
Crowds scattered in panic, people pushing, falling, trampling over one another in desperate attempts to escape. Cars screeched, collisions rang out, and in seconds, order dissolved into pure terror.
Hulk charged forward.
Vehicles—compact cars, cargo trucks, even a passing train—were struck and sent flying like toys. Metal twisted, shattered, and exploded apart under his strength. Buildings trembled as he slammed into them, some collapsing instantly, others cracking apart under the force of his impact.
He didn't avoid obstacles.
He erased them.
From above, Jack watched.
His gaze swept across the chaos—the collapsing buildings, the fleeing crowds, the rising smoke. And slowly, a smile crept across his face.
A cold, cruel smile.
"Such beautiful destruction…" he murmured. "This… this is the most perfect scene in the world."
The sky darkened.
Thunder rumbled.
Then—
BOOM!
Lightning tore through the sky, branching wildly before crashing down toward the earth. Each strike obliterated whatever it touched—roads shattered, buildings exploded into debris, and entire sections of the city were reduced to ruins in an instant.
"Flame!" Jack bellowed.
The clouds ignited.
From above, countless sparks of fire began to fall—tiny at first, then growing, multiplying—until it became a rain of flames. The city burned as fire spread rapidly, consuming everything it touched.
"Storm."
Two massive cyclones formed instantly on the ground, each towering dozens of meters high. They roared violently, sweeping across the city like living monsters, tearing apart everything in their path—cars, streetlights, debris, even fragments of buildings.
"Heavy rain."
The air shifted again.
Raindrops fell—but these were no ordinary drops. They were sharp, dense, cone-shaped, descending with terrifying speed. They pierced through surfaces, punching holes into concrete and metal alike. Buildings that should have stood firm were riddled with damage, as if under relentless gunfire.
"Stone spike."
The ground trembled violently.
Then—
CRACK!
Massive stone spikes erupted from below, piercing through roads, vehicles, and structures. Some shot straight through buildings, splitting them apart from within.
"Icicle."
From the sky, shimmering icicles formed and rained down like spears, impaling everything beneath them.
Jack spread his arms wide, his voice booming with madness and exhilaration.
"Give the father hi to get up entirely! Let the storm become even more violent!"
Lightning, fire, storms, rain, stone, and ice—all moved with him.
Wherever Jack flew, destruction followed.
Below, Hulk continued his relentless pursuit.
"ROAR——!"
He leapt high into the air, his massive body crashing down like a meteor. His fists struck the ground with immense force, sending shockwaves outward. Every movement carried the weight of overwhelming power.
Jack twisted midair, effortlessly dodging Hulk's attacks, gliding left and right with ease.
Hulk's strikes hit nothing.
Each miss only fueled his rage further.
Landing heavily, Hulk let out another furious roar before launching himself forward again, chasing Jack through the city.
They moved across the east, south, and west of the district, leaving devastation everywhere they went.
Sirens wailed.
Smoke filled the sky.
The entire city became a stretch of ruins.
Then—
A new sound cut through the chaos.
The distant thunder of fighter jets.
Natasha's call had been answered.
From the sky, multiple Indian fighter aircraft arrived, their engines roaring as they took formation above the battlefield.
Two missiles locked on.
They fired.
The missiles streaked toward Jack and Hulk, leaving trails of smoke behind them.
Jack glanced at them, unimpressed.
"This kind of thing… dares to be used against me?" he said coldly. "Trash."
He extended his hand.
In an instant, one of the incoming missiles stopped midair—then shot straight into his grasp.
He held it.
Casually.
The next moment—
He vanished.
Appearing directly above one of the fighter jets, close enough to see the pilot's face.
The pilot looked up, panic filling his eyes.
Jack smiled.
"You were looking so carefully… here, take this."
He tossed the missile into the cockpit.
"Ahhh—!"
BOOM!
The explosion lit up the sky.
The aircraft shattered into fragments, engulfed in flames as it fell.
On the ground, Hulk leapt upward, landing directly onto another fighter jet. His massive hands slammed down repeatedly, crushing the fuselage. Metal caved in like paper under his fists.
The aircraft spiraled downward.
Within minutes, over ten fighter jets were destroyed—some exploding midair, others crashing violently to the ground.
"ROAR——!"
Hulk grabbed a nearby car and hurled it into the air toward Jack.
Jack's eyes flashed with golden light.
The car disintegrated instantly.
"Hahaha! Hulk, keep playing," Jack laughed wildly. "Father is leaving."
He had achieved what he wanted.
Pain.
Destruction.
And most importantly—psychological damage.
Without another word, Jack vanished into the sky, disappearing without a trace.
Hulk froze.
His massive eyes scanned the surroundings.
No Jack.
Nowhere.
His chest heaved.
Then—
"ROAR! ROAR! ROAR——!"
His anger exploded.
With no target left, he turned his fury onto the city once more, unleashing another wave of destruction upon Kolkata.
Then—
A voice.
Calm. Firm.
Cutting through the chaos.
"Do you really want this destruction to continue? Is this what you hope for?"
Hulk turned.
Behind him stood Natasha.
For a brief moment, something flickered in Hulk's eyes—a trace of clarity.
"Roar…"
His body began to shrink.
The green faded.
His massive form reduced, muscles contracting, returning to something human.
Bruce Banner collapsed to his knees, wearing nothing but torn, tattered remains of clothing.
He looked around.
The ruined city.
The smoke.
The silence after destruction.
His face twisted in pain.
"I… I didn't want this," he whispered. "Why… why does it always become like this?"
He raised his head and shouted, anguish pouring out of him.
"WHY?!"
Regret consumed him.
"It's my fault," Banner said, shaking his head. "If I wasn't the Hulk… none of this would have happened."
Natasha stepped closer.
"It's not your fault."
"It is!" Banner's voice broke. "Jack forced me into this. He made me lose control…"
"Jack…" Banner's fists clenched tightly. His entire body trembled with rage.
"Jack. Jack. Jack…!"
His voice dropped, filled with hatred.
"I will tear him apart. Without him… none of this would have happened."
Natasha watched him carefully.
"Do you want to kill him?"
Banner looked up.
His eyes burned.
"Yes."
"Then come with me," Natasha said quietly. "Only S.H.I.E.L.D. can help you do that."
She paused, then added:
"Kill him… and you can atone for this. The entire world will be grateful."
Banner said nothing.
But the hatred in his eyes had already made his decision.