Chapter 63: The Powerful Hulk

The silence that followed any mention of Bruce Banner was heavy.

Adam Wayne and Tony Stark were both lost in thought, though for different reasons. Adam was strategizing—plotting how to intercept and protect Bruce from both the military and potential S.H.I.E.L.D. interference. Tony, on the other hand, was grappling with the revelation of what had become of his old friend, filled with both anger and regret.

Tony broke the silence first.

“Adam, are you absolutely sure we can’t intervene?”

Adam sighed. “You’re not getting past the military blockade, Tony. Ross has the resources of an entire Air Force base at his disposal. You’d be a sitting duck before you even got close.”

“But—”

“No ‘but,’ Tony,” Adam interrupted. “You go in, and you’ll just be a liability. You can’t beat either of those two monsters with your current suit.”

Tony groaned, rubbing his temples. “So we’re just supposed to sit back and watch?”

Adam shrugged. “Sometimes that’s all you can do. Trust me—this will resolve itself. Banner is smarter and stronger than Ross gives him credit for.”

Tony reluctantly ended the call, leaving Adam to focus on his plan.

“Skynet, pull up surveillance on Fifth Avenue,” Adam commanded. “I want a complete visual of the battlefield. Patch into any military satellites if necessary.”

“Understood, Master,” Skynet replied, the laboratory’s monitors flickering to life as feeds from traffic cameras, drones, and military satellites began to stream in.

Adam leaned closer, his brow furrowing. Fifth Avenue was unrecognizable.

Buildings that once stood tall and gleaming were now reduced to rubble. Fires raged unchecked, and overturned cars littered the streets. Civilians fled in panic, their cries barely audible over the chaos. It was a war zone in every sense of the word.

“Skynet, keep an eye on the civilians,” Adam instructed. “No one else needs to die because of Ross’s stupidity.”

He turned his attention to another screen. The footage here was far more intense—a brutal slugfest between the Hulk and Abomination.

Hulk and Abomination were a terrifying sight.

Their massive frames moved with surprising speed, each punch sending shockwaves that cracked the pavement beneath them. Cars were used as weapons, hurled like toys. Tanks that dared to intervene were reduced to scrap metal, thrown aside like paperweights.

Adam winced as he watched the carnage unfold. The Hulk, for all his raw strength, lacked any semblance of strategy. In contrast, Abomination, with his military background and enhanced physiology, fought with precision.

At first, Hulk seemed outmatched. He was knocked back by a devastating kick, smashing through the facade of a building.

Abomination grinned, his voice a guttural growl. “Hulk, you’re pathetic. You don’t deserve this power.”

But the Hulk’s answer was a roar that echoed through the streets, his green fists clenched tightly.

Adam’s eyes narrowed. “He’s starting to lose control. Good.”

Hulk was no ordinary fighter. His strength grew exponentially with his rage.

The shift was almost imperceptible at first—his punches became heavier, his movements faster. Abomination’s confidence began to falter as Hulk’s strength surged.

“Impossible!” Abomination shouted, his voice tinged with panic. “I’m the strongest!”

Hulk’s response was a brutal right hook, knocking several teeth from Abomination’s mouth.

Adam smirked. “Classic mistake: taunting someone whose power scales with anger.”

Hulk roared again, grabbing one of the jagged bone spurs protruding from Abomination’s back. With a sickening crack, Hulk tore the spike clean off, leaving his opponent howling in pain.

“Jesus Christ,” Adam muttered, leaning back in his chair. “He just snapped that thing like a twig. Those bone spurs could tank tank shells!”

The screen flickered as Hulk continued his assault. Abomination, once so confident, was now on the defensive, retreating step by step.

“This is why you don’t provoke the Hulk,” Adam muttered.

For the first time, Adam truly appreciated how dangerous Hulk could be.

“I wouldn’t last two seconds against him in my suit,” he admitted, shaking his head. “I need to rethink my contingency plans.”

Hulk was a force of nature—raw, untamed, and nearly unstoppable. Watching him fight live was a humbling experience, even for someone as brilliant as Adam Wayne.

But more than fear, Adam felt something else: respect. Bruce Banner, for all the tragedy in his life, had survived everything the world had thrown at him. And now, as the Hulk, he was unleashing all that pent-up anger on a foe who deserved every blow.

“Let’s see how this plays out,” Adam said quietly, his eyes fixed on the screen.