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The Incredible Hulk : Evolution 1.
Latveria.
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Betty Ross Banner didn't mind when Rick Jones rang her at three
in the morning.
Betty Ross Banner didn't mind throwing together some quickly
assembled luggage and flying to Europe.
Betty Ross Banner didn't mind sitting in a cramped military
transport for hours so that Rick & Marlo could save money to make the
sidetrip to Paris after this little adventure was over.
Betty Ross Banner didn't mind being squashed into a strange
little Russian car and driving for over 15 hours through long, long, long
winding roads.
Betty Ross Banner didn't mind meeting two smelly and drunken
mercenary brothers in a back alley of a strange bar in a unnamed village.
Betty Ross Banner didn't mind when those two brothers then led
them through miles of rough mountain landscape, bypassing security details
and patrols to get them deep into Latveria.
Betty Ross Banner didn't mind dressing as a gypsy and living in
a tent for a couple of days while Rick 'checked the sitch out' so that
he could 'get a feel for the country' and other impressive sounding
stuff.
Betty Ross Banner didn't mind sleeping on the hard ground the
tent was pitched over, or rather, lying sleeplessly on the hard ground
the tent was pitched over.
The reason Betty Ross Banner didn't mind these things was because
she was a practical person who had grown up in the Military with one of the
toughest hardass Generals in America as a father, and knew certain comforts
had to be sacrificed in order to achieve one's goals. In this case,
finding her husband, slapping him, then dragging him by his ear back to
America, where you could dial a number at 3 in the morning and get a pizza
delivered to your house.
However, Betty Ross Banner did mind having to listen to Rick Jones
and his lovely wife, Marlo, fucking each others brains out in the toilet
of the military transport, and on the bonnet of the strange little Russian
car when they thought she was asleep in her small tent, on in the upstairs
room of a strange bar in a unnamed village, and after miles of hiking
through rough, mountain landscape, bypassing security details and patrols
to get them deep into Latveria, and now, finally (she hoped) in the next
tent to the one she was sleeping in.... or rather, lying sleeplessly in.
"Geez, don't they ever get tired of sex?" she wondered for what
must have been the thousandth time. Even immediately after she and
Bruce had been married they hadn't been this bad, and Rick and Marlo
were hardly newlyweds anymore.
It had gotten to the point where Betty couldn't talk to Rick
without hearing in her own mind him grunting and cursing, nor Marlo
without hearing in her own mind her gasping and squealing. She'd only
actually seen them once and was thankful for it, she had no voyeuristic
tendencies, nor did she feel any sexual desire for Rick or Marlo. She'd
kissed Rick once and then thought nothing more of it, although Rick himself
had been so distraught and eaten up with guilt that he'd actually come
to see her after his wedding to tell her that they could have no
future... oh how she and Marlo had laughed at that.
"Shit! Honey, be careful!" she heard Marlo whisper harshly.
"Whoops, sorry babe," replied Rick in that careless manner of
his,"Must have thought it was Friday."
They both laughed and Betty sighed, she'd been with them so long
now that she actually knew what that joke meant. Friday was
their 'experimental' night, last Friday they'd tried role-playing as Bill
Clinton and Monica Lewinsky, the Friday before that, it had been anal
sex which had put Betty into fits of laughter, she'd had to squeeze her
pillow into her mouth to keep from being heard as she'd listened to them
grunt and cry as each tried to figure out what to do. The next day, Marlo
told her she was walking funny because she'd taken a bad fall the day
before, Betty still didn't know how she'd kept a straight face.
As it was, after all this she'd never be able to watch Bill
Clinton on t.v again anyway.
She slumped down on the ground and put the pillow over her head,
letting her face rest against the cold, hard ground. She could still
hear them, only muted now, but it was better than nothing.
She reconciled it with the idea that it would all be
over tomorrow, when they finally got hold of Bruce.
Rick couldn't help but smile, a big goofy smile that Marlo would
kill him for if she saw it.
- That won't be a problem though, - he chuckled to himself as he
caressed the soft, red hair on his wife's head as it bobbed up and down
over his crotch. His beautiful wife eagerly stroked and sucked on Rick's
penis, sucking lightly on his cock-head as she pumped her fist up and down
his meat, then removing her hand and taking all of his cock deep into her
warm, wet mouth. Rick grunted with pleasure as his wife sucked lustfully
on his shaft, taking it deep into her throat before moving her mouth off
of his cock, then licking down the underside of his rod before first taking
one, then the other of his balls into her mouth. He grasped her head
firmly with one hand as his naked wife went back to sucking his cock,
her moist lips caressing his fuck-meat lovingly.
When he felt his passion rising, his balls eagerly churning
up some sperm to shoot away, he pulled her head from his cock, regretting
every moment that he didn't have Marlo's eager mouth wrapped around his
cock.
"Don't wanna cum just yet, babe," he moaned quietly, not wanting
to disturb Betty in the next tent,"Get down here next to me."
His naked wife rolled over, giving him a nice view of her lovely
asscheeks. She sidled up next to him and he began nuzzling her neck,
making her giggle as his hands slid down her flank and cupped one of
the lovely globes of her buttocks. Her legs spread open naturally, her
body wanting sex, her mind happy to go along, the whole package working
together for once. Rick kissed his way down her body, taking some extra
time to suck on her nipples before working his way down her belly till
his face was level with her pussy.
When they'd first met she'd always shaved her pussylips and left
just a small thatch of reddish-gold pubic hair above her clitoris, but
Rick made her grow it back to some degree, saying he'd always liked 'em
furry, as long as he didn't have to fight his way through any thick
undergrowth to get to what he was looking for.
He lightly licked across her snatch with his tongue, making
Marlo moaned with sexual pleasure as her husband began to lightly suck
on her clitoris before he pressed his mouth against her cuntlips and
plunged his tongue deep into her throbbing box, sending vibrating tremors
throughout her pussy and clit with his lips, a trick she'd taught them
soon after they'd begun dating. She'd been delighted to find a man who
was willing to eat pussy, when she'd been dating Joe Fixit (*) he'd
never even gotten close to eating her pussy, he'd just throw her onto or
against something and fuck her brains out, then go get a keg of beer and
a buffet table for a light snack.
Of course, just because Rick was willing didn't mean he was
able, and it had taken Marlo some time to teach him how to eat pussy
properly. When she'd said that to him he'd made the usual 'man' jokes
about her giving him a visual demonstration about how to eat pussy, but
she'd ignored those and two weeks later he'd had his face buried in her
lap while she screamed words most sailors would blush at.
Now, here in a little tent deep into the heart of Latveria, Marlo
Jones whispered harshly in pleasure as her husband thrust his tongue
quickly back and forth into her fuck-hole, changing the length and speed
of each stroke so that she never knew what was coming next, and the
pleasure was always different.
Rick slurped loudly away at her pussy, his hands gently and
sensitively fondling her good sized breasts, playing with her nipples
with thumb and forefinger as his wife thrust her naked crotch into her
husband's face. He sucked deeply from her cunt, eating her warm juices
eagerly, his tongue running right up the length of her slit in a scooping
motion, collecting her copious juices into his mouth, swallowing rapidly
to keep up with the increasing flow of cunt-cream.
He released one breast and ran the tip of his finger down her
flat belly, making it shiver with pleasure, before he sandwiched her
erect clitoris between two fingers and began working each of them up
and down alternately, like a sewing machine, causing an almost unbearable
friction in her clit, driving her wild with desire.
Marlo quickly hit her orgasm, the final pressure added to her
clit more than she could take, and as she silently humped her body up and
down - her mouth wide open and eyes squeezed shut in a silent scream of
pleasure - she flooded Rick's mouth with warm pussy-juice, which he drank
deeply down, sucking up all of her juices that he was able.
When her cum finally slowed to a trickle which he was able to suck
from her cunt easily, he pulled his face away from her cunt and licked the
juices that had escaped from her inner thighs before leaning forward to
kiss her passionately on the mouth. Marlo, dazed and shaken from her
orgasm, opened her own mouth to return the kiss and got a mouthful of her
own cum, causing her to spit out in a natural reaction to so
much unexpected fluid. The juices spilled from her mouth onto the floor,
some of it onto their backpacks.
"Shit! Honey, be careful!" she whispered harshly.
"Whoops, sorry babe," replied Rick in the careless manner of
his that she loved so much,"Must have thought it was Friday."
They both laughed and suddenly any anger she might have had was
gone, replaced with warm fuzzy feelings of love and lust for her sexy
husband.
With a low animal growl that made her laugh, Rick moved down to
her breasts and began to suck hungrily on the large globes, licking and
chewing lightly on her nipples. Marlo moaned a little more loudly than
she meant to as her legs reached up and wrapped themselves around the
waist of her husband.
Rick sucked greedily on the delicious flesh of Marlo's tits,
moving from one firm breast to the other, while his hand reached down
and gripped his cock, still wet with her saliva, and moved it up against
her waiting pussy.
"You know you want to, baby," Marlo whispered, then moaned happily
as he quickly ran the tip of his tongue over her nipples,"Put that hot cock
of yours into me!"
"You want it, babe?" Rick teased her, rubbing the head of his
cock up and down between her cuntlips.
"Come on, Rick!" she gasped,"Don't make me beg."
"Ah well, I guess I'll do you a favor then," he said with a
smile, and they both laughed lightly.
"Stop fucking around and fuck ME!" she demanded, and now he was
the meek supplicant.
"Yes, Mistress, your will is my command!"
"I married such a goober," she chuckled, and then he was pushing
his hips forward, sliding his cock into her cunt slowly, inch by inch,
filling her up with his hard cock.
Marlo moaned happily, panting in pleasure as she lifted her hips
to meet his. They remained locked together like that for several moments,
just enjoying the connection, being almost like one being together. Then
they both pulled away and then came back together, away, together, away
together, faster and faster they met each other's thrusts, Marlo's hot,
hungry pussy swallowing his hard, fucking cock. Her tight cunt clung
greedily to her husband's shaft as they fucked each other on the ground,
'doin' it natural like' as Rick had put it earlier.
Both their young, attractive bodies glistened with sweat as they
embraced and kissed, licking and probing the other's mouth as his cock
pushed in and out of his wife's cunt. Rick reached up and cupped Marlo's
breasts, squeezing her round melons lovingly, his hands joined by Marlo's
just to increase the sense of connection. She pumped her hips harder
sup against him, loving the feel of his cock inside of her hot cunt.
Rick's hands massaged and kneaded his wife's breasts as he fucked
her hard, thrusting deeply into her again and again, grunting with the
effort of fucking her pussy, fucking his beautiful wife's cunt, which
sucked and pulled on his meat as her legs squeezed tighter and tighter
around his waist.
"AH FUCK!" Rick grunted almost inaudibly, and shot his load into
her pussy just as Marlo came herself, spurting warm cum all over her
husband's spasming, firing cock. Her legs tightened and loosened around
his waist, her head thrown back and her tits pressing forward hard against
their interlocked hands. Her mouth was wide open in a noiseless scream
of passion, something she'd mastered in the last two and a half weeks
while traveling with Betty... well at least they hadn't bothered her
with their constant sexual escapades.
Rick pulled out from her squeezing pussy with a moan of pleasure,
his cock already losing it's hardness, spent entirely of his cum for
this night anyway.
"Let me clean that up," Marlo groaned, her very exhaustion itself
an incredible turn on for Rick. She managed to get up into a sitting
position, then leaned down and took his half hard cock into her mouth,
sucking slowly on his penis, cleaning his cock with her mouth.
Rick again smiled the smile that she would kill him for if she
saw it, loving the image of his wife sucking slowly on his cock, licking
along his shaft. He caressed her beautiful face with his fingertips,
running them through her sweaty red hair and smiling down at her, enjoying
her beauty and the knowledge that she was his and he was hers.
The next morning, Rick awoke feeling refreshed and happy, as
he always did after having sex with his wife.
He felt refreshed and happy most mornings.
He sat up and looked down at Marlo's sleeping form, smiling
as he leaned down to kiss her cheek, happy to see that she looked content
even in a sleeping bag on the hard ground of a small European country.
He needed to piss quite badly, but felt warm in his sleeping
bag. He considered just hopping along the ground in his bag so that
he didn't have to get out till it was absolutely necessary, but in the
end common sense won out and he got out of the bag.
He stepped through the tent flap, looking for the bush that
had torn his favorite shirt the previous afternoon, ready for a little
pointless revenge.
He found himself in a huge cobbled courtyard surrounded on all
sides by walls made of large stones banners everywhere with large D's
on them.
"Oh fuck," he muttered,"That bush got off easy."
"This not good I think," muttered a voice near Rick, and he
turned to see one of the Mengo brothers standing outside his own tent,
staring stupidly about the courtyard,"No supposed to come here, not
unless He calls."
"Oh can that worship from afar crap!" snapped Rick in disgust,
to which the Mengo replied by twisting about and diving back into his
tent.
Rick turned around and looked at a nearby wall which looked
suitable, and began yelling at it.
"HEY! HEY DOOM! GET YOUR TIN PLATED ASS OUT HERE! THAT'S
RIGHT, I'M CALLING YOU OUT, BITCH! WHAT ARE YA, CHICKEN SHIT?"
There was no reply from the castle, but he heard what sounded
like muffled prayers coming from the Mengo's two tents.
"Rick, is that really necessary?" said a very familiar voice,
and Rick turned to find an eight foot tall, green skinned and hugely
muscled man towering over him.
Rick hugged him.
"Oh man! I knew it, man! I knew I'd find you here, dude, this
is too cool!"
The Incredible Hulk - Bruce Banner - looked about himself, perhaps
to reassure the walls that he and Rick were just friends, then smiled
and easily pried Rick off of him.
"What are you doing here, Rick?" he asked, his face the gentle
smile of Bruce Banner, now caught onto The Hulk's body as a result of
Doc. Samson's reintegration of the multiple personalities he'd suffered
for years. This was a form Rick, Betty and Marlo had feared lost after
Bruce - just Bruce, not The Hulk - leaped on a grenade to protect Betty
and got shrapnel lodged in his brain. He turned into The Hulk and his
brain healed around the shrapnel, causing severe personality swings
which led to his fight with Magnus and subsequent disappearance. (**)
"Bruce?" asked a new voice before Rick could answer The Hulk's
question. They both turned and found themselves facing Betty Ross Banner,
who didn't mind a lot of things and usually made it clear when she did.
"B.. Betty?" he replied, his face falling into concern.
"You are Bruce, right?" she asked,"Not Joe Fixit, not stupid
Hulk or smart Hulk or homicidal maniac Hulk?"
His face suddenly broke into a cheeky grin and he grabbed Betty
under the arms, lifting her easily into the air and swinging her around.
"I love you for your mind, Betty, but I bet you just want this
body, huh?"
She stared at him in shock, then suddenly her face broke into
a smile and she laughed.
"Oh Bruce, it is you!"
He put her back down and grinned, obviously happy to see them
all, which had been their main concern. They'd feared he'd have reverted
somewhat to his old 'Hulk just want to be left alone' way of thinking,
which was the last thing anyone wanted, really.
"Doom insisted on getting the shrapnel out of my brain, he didn't
want anyone hanging around who would be subject to violent mood
swings," Bruce explained,"After he took it out, my brain healed up the
missing tissue like it had never been gone, which is odd, it points to
some interesting facts about the human genome which we've been looking
at in our spare time....."
"Same old Bruce all right," said Rick, mock yawning.
Betty didn't share in the joke, her face had fallen the moment
the 'D' word was mentioned.
"Bruce, you're healed, why are you here? Working with Doom of
all people!" she demanded angrily, remembering belatedly that she'd
planned to slap him and drag him home by the ear.
"Because only Doom can bring out the best in Doctor Banner," said
a new voice, which caused wails and fresh praying to emerge from the
two tents of The Mengo Brothers,"And Doom is not a dictator, Doom is The
Monarch of Latveria."
Bruce, Rick and Betty turned about and found themselves facing
one of the two most brilliant men on the planet, The Monarch Of Latveria,
and a recurring nightmare for the Rulers of all the countries that bordered
Latveria.
Doctor Doom had come from nowhere, just as Bruce had only minutes
ago, but his entrance was not a welcome one, even Bruce did not seem
overly pleased to see his 'employer' at the present time.
"Wussup?" muttered Marlo, stepping out of the tent dressed only
in a tight tanktop and white panties. She stopped short when she saw
Doom,"Oh."
"I didn't even know you guys were in the country until this
morning when Doom told me he'd had you transported to this
Courtyard," said Bruce,"He says he was...."
"Doom can speak for himself," interrupted Doom,"Follow me, now,
and do not ask pointless questions."
The Monarch turned around and a rectangular hatch of
light appeared before him.
"Huh? What is this, a holographic room like in Star Trek?" asked
Rick.
Marlo whacked him on the shoulder,"No pointless
questions, Einstein."
Bruce headed towards the portal that Doom had exited through,
but the others remained still. He stopped and turned around.
"Are you guys coming?"
"You just... fall in, when he orders, Bruce?" asked Rick with
a frown.
"I'm sorry," replied Bruce with a sad smile, looking over at
Betty,"We don't have time to sit around and discuss free thought and
the rights of the individual in a repressed state, the world is going
to end very, very soon and Doctor Doom is the only one who can stop it."
"11 months, 3 weeks and 1 day ago," said Doom, standing in one
of many giant laboratories inside his castle,"Dr. Henry McCoy, a former
member of The Avengers and The X-Men developed a cure for The Legacy Virus,
using a chemical compound he discovered in the techno-organic virus that
infected Nathan Dayspring's body called Dichlomic Nectate Diosys. This
compound is extremely cheap and easy to make, but until Dr. McCoy had
discovered it, no one ever even considered putting them together, they
had no reason to do so."
"Yeah.... so what?" asked Rick, trying not to be overawed by all
of this. After all, he'd stopped an Intergalactic War with the power of
his mind before, he'd hung out with The Hulk, shared molecules with Captain
Mar-Vell and teamed with The Avengers. But there'd always been something
about Doom, he had a presence that almost demanded subservience.
"Do not interrupt Doom, child," Doom chided him, irritated.
"When he found out," said Bruce, continuing on for Doom,"Doom got
himself a sample of this Dichlomic Nectate Diosys and did a study on the
long term effects, purely out of scientific curiosity, what he found was
rather frightening."
Doom pushed a button and a holographic image appeared above one
of the computer consoles. It was a 3D image of something that appeared
very scientific to Rick, but he had no idea what it was.
"This is an extreme magnification of one of the 23 pairs of
chromosomes in the human genome, which is like a map of a person's genetic
structure," explained Bruce,"Chromosomes contain all the DNA that makes
up a person, deciding what color eyes you will have, the size of your
feet, your height and soforth."
"You must have some interesting chromosomes, Bruce," chuckled
Rick, staring at the eight foot tall, green skinned and hugely muscled
scientist.
"Regardless, it seems that whatever this techno-organic virus
that Dayspring was infected with, it tended to eat away at itself before
it could do any real damage. So the Dichlomic Nectate Diosys
was introduced to keep in it check, it seems to be an adaptive chemical
compound that adjusts itself to any variation or mutation of the T.O
Virus. When Dr. McCoy got a sample of the compound, he found that it
could also adapt to fight the adaptive, mutating Legacy Virus and the
crippling AIDS Virus. It's not as effective against Cancer, which comes
in so many different forms, but it does negate most forms of it and hold
back the other forms until they can be surgically removed."
"Yeah, it's the wonder drug of the nineties," Betty muttered,"How
does this tie in to the world ending and you working for a despot?"
"Doom is hardly a despot," spoke up Doom, who had been effectively
ignoring them up to this point, going about work at several consoles.
"Why does he refer to himself in the third person?" Marlo whispered
into Rick's ear, who shrugged.
"Well, the problem is that the Diosys works altogether much too
well. In Dayspring's case, it was kept busy all the time holding the
techno-organic virus together, but introduced into the bloodstreams of
others, it negates the sicknesses in the system and then has nothing to
do."
"And?" asked Marlo, not really getting the point.
"It's healed the major problems, but now it's just sitting in
the bloodstream, doing nothing, and it starts looking for things to do,
it starts by clearing out all the little sicknesses and allergies in it's
hosts, which explains why the recipients of the Diosys claim to feel
better than they ever have. It then begins repairing imperfections it
finds in the body, fixing up cataracts, clearing out the lungs and the
kidneys, flushing the system of toxins and generally making the host
extremely healthy. That's when it enters the chromosomes and begins
making changes there, finding perceived imperfections in DNA strands
and changing them, locking out exterior threats on a quantum level to
protect it's host. Eventually the Diosys will adapt so far that it
actually merges with the host DNA and becomes part of the chemical and
biological make up of the host's body."
"And this is a bad thing because.....?" asked Rick.
"Imagine, Rick Jones, ordinary humans who suddenly find
themselves immune to all diseases and viruses," said Doom, not even
looking at them as he continued his work,"Humans with bodies now capable
of adapting to any and all situations that they are presented with,
any attack they can counter, any lethal situation can be bypassed without
even thinking about it."
"Yeah?"
"The likelyhood of these humans setting about on, at
best, destructive, antisocial behavior and at worst joining together
to conquer their weaker, far less adaptive cousins is so high as to
be almost a certainty," muttered Doom, as if this was obvious
to everyone,"If they did come together, they would likely target the
strongest, most able of the Old Humanity first, in other words
the so-called Super-Heroes and Homo-Sapiens-Superior that populate this
Orb."
"Isn't that a rather cynical outlook," replied Betty,"Do you
even know if this scenario has occurred, there must be tens of thousands
of people who have taken Legacy Antidote, maybe hundreds of thousands,
by now we would have surely heard of something."
"My calculations show the likelihood of a collected
assault occurring sometime in the next 72 hours," replied Doom
calmly,"Had the adapted humans pushed out individually, we would have
been aware of them far sooner. My projected scenario is almost certain
to occur, and as a result, Dr. Banner has been working with me, helping
me to design a counter Diosys to hinder and perhaps reverse
their adaptability when the inevitable attack does come."
"Without much success, unfortunately," said Bruce with a sad
shake of his head,"The Diosys naturally counters any substance foreign
to it's host, and in any case where the Diosys has merged with the DNA
of it's host, we haven't been able to develop a cure that won't also
dissolve and break up that DNA."
"I got a feeling Doom could care less about that," said Rick,
glowering at Doom's back.
"To protect humanity, sacrifices might be called upon, and Doom
sees no reason not to sacrifice a few to save many," replied Doom, still
not turning around, which was infuriating Rick - he hated
feeling unimportant.
"You threw away our marriage based on this!" Betty cried out,
startling Bruce,"On the theories and conjecture of a dictator with a
history of using others to get what he really wants!"
"Betty, honey, calm down," Bruce said, holding out his palms
placatingly,"I couldn't take the chance that...."
"That what? That some sick people might suddenly become supermen
and try to take over the world?"
"Well... yeah."
"YEAH!?!"
"Honey, think about, thousands have already taken The Legacy
Antidote, hundreds of those a special reinforced brand to deal with
multiple virus sufferers. There are already plans to create a giant
inoculation scheme for the millions upon millions in poor, third world
countries that are infected with AIDS. Could I really take that risk?"
"Bruce! You don't even know if a single person has been changed
into one of these demons you're talking about! And even if they had,
whose to say they wouldn't want to help people? You seem to have accepted
Doom's rather cynical outlook on people pretty readily.... I think most
people would....."
- WE ARE HERE! - boomed a voice into Betty's head, knocking
her down onto her butt in shock. Rick and Marlo also fell backwards,
Bruce grabbing his head and gritting his teeth in pain. Doom did not
seem to notice at all, continuing to work at his console.
- WE HAVE ALREADY DEFEATED WITH EASE THE GREATEST EXAMPLES OF
THE OLD HUMANITY, THE AVENGERS FELL BEFORE US EASILY, AND ANY OTHERS
WHO THINK THEY COULD CHALLENGE OUR POWER WILL SUFFER THE SAME FATE. YOUR
TIME AS MASTERS OF THIS PLANET IS OVER, NOW YOU WILL SERVE US AS WE LIFT
HUMANKIND TO IT'S RIGHTFUL PLACE AS EVENTUAL RULERS OF THE UNIVERSE. -
Shocking images of defeated Avenger's entered their heads, of
all of them this affected Rick the most, he was closest to The Avengers,
even though Bruce had been one of the founding members, and the sight
of Captain America crushed under rock and debris was a terrifying one.
- YOU WILL SERVE US, OR DIE, - boomed the voice again, then was
gone, leaving them gripping their heads in pain and trying to sort out
just what the hell had happened.
"So, Mrs. Banner," said Doom, turning around and extending a
hand to the kneeling woman,"Do they strike you as wanting to help people?
Or is Doom just being cynical?"
Several Hours Later.
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Insanis stood on the mountain, staring down over the land before
him, taking in every detail his increased senses could possibly register,
pushing his body's ability to adapt to it's very limit.
Doom was of the Old Humanity, but he was not like the sheep, not
even like the Heroes who were technically on a superior level to the
Old Humanity. Doom was unique, someone to be respected, even by The
Fellows Of The Physical Discipline, who had identified him along with
Captain America and a select few others as being worthy of their respect.
When he defeated Doom, he would be assured leadership of The
Physical Discipline beyond any shadow of a doubt.
He still couldn't see how The Mental Discipline did it, working
as a collective, all of them sharing one mind yet keeping their own
individuality. It was an alien thought to him, his - and every other
Fellow Of The Physical Discipline - philosophy was that the strong ruled
the weak. The Old Humanity were weak, so they would be slaves, their
strongest could rule their weak, but they would all be slaves working
for the comfort of The Disciplines. Mutants and Heroes would be on a
slightly higher level, they would be the servants, the entertainment,
the consorts for The Disciplines.
And among The Physical Discipline, there had to be a ruler, they
had to have a figurehead, someone who could represent them, someone who
was better than all the others. They could not continue to rule by a
conclave of The First to adapt to The Fellowship, it went against their
nature, but until a ruler could be chosen, none of them would agree to
be ruled by someone they considered themselves superior to.
He did not doubt that he would defeat Doom, but he knew he would
be in for a powerful fight. When it was over, his body would take a few
moments to heal and repair itself. At that moment, he would be vulnerable,
which was why he had brought only two comrades, both ones who already
worshipped him as their leader, much as The Advisor did Upstart.
"Now our time begins," he said with a grin, and stepped over the
pathway that was officially mapped as the furthermost border of Latveria.
An alarm sounded in the lab, startling everyone but Doctor Doom.
"They have come then, one of these upstarts thinks to challenge
Doom."
"You don't seem concerned for someone who hasn't developed a
weapon to fight them with yet," muttered Rick, who'd been irritable
since the image of the defeated Avengers had blasted into their minds.
"However adaptive this human is, no one is Doom's equal," replied
Doom arrogantly. But all of them knew the man had the power to back up
his arrogance, and none questioned him.
"Dr. Banner, they will try and draw Doom out from my castle by
attacking a village of my people," said Doom, bringing up a holographic
image of Latveria which flashed with a red light in the uppermost corner,
presumably the invaders were there,"That is unacceptable, Doom has pledged
to protect Doom's people, and will not allow any of them to come to harm."
"So this is where our scientific partnership ends, right?" said
Bruce with a resigned nod.
"Correct, You need to hold the three of them off until Doom is
fully prepared to face them," said Doom,"Now you must forego
your intelligence and instead use the raw power given to you by your
failed experiment in gamma radiation."
"Bruce, don't go!" cried Betty, running to his side and grabbing
him by the arm,"We just got back together, don't leave me again so soon!"
"I have to, Betty," said Bruce sadly,"I'm smart, but Doom is
a hell of a lot smarter, right now I'm of more use out there
using these," he pointed to one bicep,"then this," and then to his head.
"But if these things are as powerful as Doom said... Bruce, they
beat The Avengers! You can't go, they'll destroy you."
Bruce stepped to one wall, which pulled back to open air, leading
outside. He turned and smiled at Betty as he removed his glasses and
labcoat, standing now in black vest and khaki pants. He was no longer
Bruce Banner, but The Incredible Hulk.
"Sorry honey, but remember, Hulk is strongest one there is."
He braced his powerful legs, then leaped up, bounding almost
instantly out of sight of the far horizon, heading in the direction of
the closest village to where the invaders had come through, ready to
go 1 on three with the same beings that had already defeated The Avengers.
"Man, him against three of them," muttered Rick Jones, shaking
his head,"I hope they have their health insurance all paid up."
(*) Joe Fixit was Bruce Banner's alias when he was The Grey
Hulk, working as an Enforcer in Las Vegas. At the time he was more or
less on scale with 'real' humans and it's been pretty much confirmed
he screwed Marlo at least once or twice.
(**) At the end of Herald Of Armageddon, which of course was
continued in Age Of Onslaught, continued in this Magnum Opus... or is
that Opum Magnus? - Dimitri - Befuddled and Bewitched.
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End The Incredible Hulk : Evolution 1.
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