He lumbered through the streets in a slow gait, paying little attention to the chaos that surrounded him. Who was it this time, a scorned race from outer space? The Wizard leaving his backdoor open for too long? Humanity finally having had enough and deciding to off themselves? Didn’t matter. Same shit, different day. Funny thing– Most times he stood out like a sore thumb, but now, amidst the rubble and the fire and the smoke, the visage of a jade giant seemed more…fitting.
“ Hrm.” A slight turn, giving a semi-glance at the empty street behind him, “ Bad traffic.”
A roll of her neck, and vertebrae are popped quietly in preparation. There’s something interesting to her, about what her life had become. From Thor’s girlfriend, the doctor on the sidelines. To Thunderstrike. The bolts of lightning, the strike of the hammer. Brushing shoulders with the Hulk. Facing off against non-descript foreign powers like it was just fucking Tuesday. Grasping onto this fearsome mallet, with sparks rolling off of her as readily and far more plentiful than drops of sweat. Being godly felt awesome. Fists tighten, she didn’t like being hit so hard by whatever struck her. She’s ready to get her revenge.
“How dost thou wish to handle this? You take the thousand to the left? I take the thousand to the right? Sounds interesting, verily?”