{Chapter: 270 Chaos Over Kolkata Banner's Hatred}
Natasha Romanoff groaned as she forced herself up from the cracked asphalt, her legs shaky and her vision blurred from the earlier shockwave. Sparks danced in the distance, tracing the path of destruction William and the Hulk had carved through the outskirts. Far ahead, beyond the horizon of smoke and ruin, loomed the dense skyline of Kolkata, one of the most populated cities on Earth.
Her eyes widened in horror.
No... no, not there...
"Kolkata..." she whispered, her voice barely audible over the distant rumbles. "Over ten million people live there. If those two enter the city..." Her heart pounded. She imagined buildings crumbling like sandcastles, streets flowing with fire and lightning, mothers clutching children, and entire families screaming beneath the falling sky.
She tapped the comms in her ear, her voice trembling but firm.
"This is Agent Romanoff. I repeat, this is Agent Romanoff! All SHIELD divisions in India — scramble now! We've lost control of the situation. Target is en route to Kolkata. Evacuate civilians if you can. Prepare for mass containment... or catastrophe."
Static answered her. Then a scrambled, panicked voice: "Understood. Mobilizing local forces. SHIELD Mumbai is en route. ETA 30 minutes."
Natasha clenched her jaw. Thirty minutes? They'd be lucky if there was still a city left by then.
Without wasting another second, she sprinted toward a nearby road, commandeered a local car — a scratched white Ambassador — and slammed the accelerator down, weaving through empty streets and broken debris. The city's edge loomed closer with every passing second, and so did the thunderclouds of chaos above it.
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Above, the sky cracked with unnatural lightning.
William soared through the darkened clouds like a predator toying with his prey. Below him, the Hulk rampaged wildly, each thunderous step sending tremors rippling through the earth. The green behemoth was nothing short of an unstoppable force, smashing aside trees, fences, and vehicles without breaking stride.
"Come on, you angry meatball," William taunted, flying just fast enough to stay out of reach, "Let's see if you can handle some real fun!"
"ROOAARR!" Hulk's answer was feral and deafening, a beast driven beyond reason. He slammed his fists into the ground, launching himself forward like a cannonball with terrifying speed.
They entered the city limits in seconds.
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Kolkata — a city known for its vibrant culture, historic buildings, and densely packed urban sprawl — became a warzone in an instant.
Kolkata—a city of poets, philosophers, and passion—descended into hell in a matter of seconds.
It began with a tremor. Then came the screams.
A market square erupted in panic as people scattered like terrified insects. Vendors trampled their own produce in their haste to flee. Children cried out, their tiny hands yanked by desperate parents who shoved through the chaos. Rickshaws overturned, crushing those too slow. Cars crashed and overturned, pinning the unlucky underneath. Bodies lay sprawled across the roads—some motionless, some writhing in pain.
And then the Hulk arrived.
A twenty-ton city bus exploded into the air, its metal frame bending like foil as Hulk barreled through it headfirst. A towering statue of a freedom fighter shattered on impact with his shoulder, the broken head flying into the crowd like a cannonball. The ground cracked beneath each of his steps, sending aftershocks that shattered windows and toppled streetlights.
Buildings trembled. Walls collapsed. Children vanished beneath falling balconies.
"RRRAAAAAAAHHH!!!"
It was like a demon had descended.
A crowd attempting to flee through a narrow alley was obliterated as Hulk smashed through the side of a five-story building, reducing the entire block to rubble. Bodies flew. Blood sprayed across walls. Cries were cut off mid-scream.
Overhead, William floated in the smoke-choked sky, his dark cloak billowing behind him, eyes glinting with cold glee.
"Such glorious ruin," he whispered, smiling with reverence. "Let nature reclaim this cage of man."
He lifted his arms to the heavens.
"Let the elements awaken!"
BOOOOM!!!
The sky cracked open. Lightning lanced downward like divine fury, vaporizing entire intersections. Asphalt melted. Steel turned red-hot and split. A bolt struck a water tanker, exploding it like a bomb, drowning the crowd around it in boiling steam.
"Flame."
Clouds ignited. Dozens of blazing meteors rained from above like vengeful spirits. The first fireball hit a gas station—a colossal blast sent cars hurtling, incinerating dozens instantly. Flames consumed bodies, stalls, memories. People ran ablaze, screaming, their flesh peeling in sheets.
"Storm."
Twin vortexes of wind descended, shredding buildings like paper. A spiral of glass and debris turned into a blender of death. Air conditioners, signboards, and human limbs spun together before vanishing into dust.
"Rain."
Not water, but slivers of crystal shaped like inverted blades. The sky wept knives. Each droplet sliced clean through bone and concrete. A little boy, clinging to his mother's corpse, was torn apart in an instant. Roofs collapsed from the sheer force of the impact. The air hissed like a beast exhaling death.
"Rock Spikes!"
The earth convulsed. Jagged spears of stone erupted beneath people's feet, impaling dozens. Buses were lifted and split open. A train derailed, its passengers screaming as they were flung into the erupting ground.
"Ice."
The final call brought a curtain of white death. Massive spears of ice plummeted from the clouds, each one the size of a tree trunk. A school was crushed beneath a single spike. Children's cries were silenced in a second. Blood mixed with ash.
And still, William laughed—not madly, but with eerily composed joy, as if orchestrating a symphony of ruin.
"Keep up, monster," he called out.
"This world is our canvas."
"RRROOOAAARRRR!!!"
The Hulk's answer came in the form of a flaming oil tanker, hurled like a spear. It tore through the air, engulfed in fire, and missed William by a hair's breadth. It slammed into a shopping complex and detonated in a thunderclap of heat, turning hundreds into ash in seconds.
William soared downward again, tearing through the sky like a meteor. Hulk gave chase, his feet cratering roads, leveling every structure in his path. He punched through walls, flung cars like toys, ripped a tower in half, and used it as a club. He smashed a bus full of screaming passengers into a wall, silencing it forever.
They rampaged through hospitals, temples, schools—nothing was spared. Worshippers burned. Nurses were crushed under collapsed ceilings. Desperate prayers turned into dying howls.
As they continue, a third of the city was unrecognizable—a smoking wasteland of shattered concrete, burning steel, and bleeding corpses. Old men, infants, mothers, lovers—all were equal beneath the fury.
Where Hulk's rage thundered and William's will reigned, only ruins and silence remained.
And somewhere, in the middle of it all…
A city is dying.
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In the distance, the unmistakable roar of fighter jets filled the sky.
Indian Air Force MiG-29s streaked through the clouds, leaving trails of vapor. Their pilots were tense, orders clear: Do not engage the green monster. Target the flying one.
"Visual on the flying hostile," one pilot reported. "Firing warning shot."
Two missiles shot through the turbulent sky like blazing comets, locked onto their respective targets—one for William, the other for the Hulk. The roar of the engines echoed across the heavens, accompanied by a mechanical whistle of incoming death. Civilians below, dazed and traumatized, glanced up with terrified eyes, unsure of whether hope or further horror approached.
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