A non-pony writing for my readers · 4:45am
Just a little something I wrote a while ago. I don't write ponies anymore, but I write stuff like this all of the time. Thought at least some people might be interested. I novelized this incredible scene-
“So… this all seems horrible,” Banner smiled as the scooter’s engine began to die.
“I’ve seen worse…” A feminine voice warmed the darkening atmosphere.
“Sorry,” Banner sympathy, despite being a small package, carried heavy weight.
“No… we could use a little worse,” Romanoff reasoned.
“We got him...” Rogers took a quick glance at Banner. “Just like you said…”
Repulsor jets ferried a fleeing mixture of red and gold genius. The dazzling, chaotic mixture of Starke’s prideful paintjob on Stark’s armor provided an extreme contrast to the increasingly unavoidable surroundings. Rusted gray plates cradled an indescribable, and by all of Banner’s knowledge, impossible mass of an alien creature. The alien’s jaws extended to belch an ear-shattering cry towards the six prey items that it approached. A single survey was suffice; without hesitation, mild steps propelled the ticking time bomb known as Bruce Banner towards the massive creature.
“Dr. Banner,” Rogers said whilst choking for breath. “Now might be a really good time for you to get angry.”
Anger? The thought managed to pry a smile from the stoic. “That’s my secret Captain…”
Formulas and mixtures were not foreign to the genius scientist. A cocktail of thoughts, emotions, and physical manifestations of the body began to brew inside of his fright resurrected from Banner’s imposed slumber. The door to Banner’s emotions wasn’t opened; it simply burst. Words could not justify the intensity and strength of his mind. Swings from a thunder god, weaponry perfected by one of Earth’s greatest minds, and an individual at the peak of human perfection all were feeble in soul. Control. Every little emotion became accounted for. It was clean; efficient. Clinging to his experiment’s catalyst, Banner loosened his smile.
“I’m always angry.”
Reaction. Every chemical in Banner’s nerves released an Earth-shattering unbalance of emotion. Every shred of anger, every pulse of anxiety, every freezing chill of comparison. The monster began to chemically alter Banner’s structure, overtaking his mild human physique. Green muscles erupted in a fiery explosion of intensity. Banner’s experiment worked to perfection. The emotional mixture spawned a creature not only capable of crushing mountains, leaping over continents, or shrugging any amount of wounds, but with the ability to listen, and more importantly, fear. For the only thing stronger than the Hulk was its master.
A single green fist collided into the alien’s jaw. The muscles around Hulk’s fists tightened into a material that easily compacted the foreign armor of the alien creature. Nothing mattered. The amount of power forever remained irreverent, for power gained without conflict is dwarfed in comparison to power controlled. It was always a war; conflict would always find its way into Bruce Banner. Banner, a champion of a thousand self-inflicted emotional wars, built himself stronger than any known force. The giant alien leviathan began to shriek in terror as its body began to internally crush.
“Hold on!” A stark missile penetrated an open section of the creature’s armor. The resulting explosion finally silenced the alien. Its enormous mass quickly took the
ground seconds after the detonation.
Several Chitauri squealed in terror as their war machine fell victim to Earth’s finest. The ground shook as the Hulk retaliated with a massive vocalization. The roar came not from a monster; indeed, no monster would be able to control such power. Such power could only be controlled by the man equally sensitive and thoughtful. Born from a thousand internal wars, Bruce Banner stood amongst his friends, ready to control, not suppress, his greatest ability. Hulk was no longer a mindless beast, instead, having been chosen to become something greater. Hulk was now the physical manifestation of a hypersensitive soul.