[Manhattan]
"You've just proven their point!"
Stark's voice rang out, half fury, half desperation, filtered through grit and adrenaline.
"You need to be put down! I'm ending this, right now!"
There was no time left for words.
Iron Man slammed into the Hulk, a golden blur colliding with green wrath. His arms locked tight around the creature's midsection as the repulsors in his boots ignited with a roar, launching them both upward like a missile detonating from beneath the skin of the earth.
The sky answered with silence.
Concrete exploded.
Streetlamps shattered.
A shockwave rippled through the empty night like the aftermath of a bomb.
They burst through the upper crust of Manhattan, vanishing into the stars in a trail of smoke and dust.
And for a moment, the world below was quiet.
Then...
They returned.
Falling like a comet, a blur of gold wrapped around green, with only one intention behind it. Destruction. Stark redirected the nosedive, using gravity itself as a weapon.
The two crashed back into the city like an execution. Pavement fractured. Buildings quaked. An entire block seemed to buckle beneath the impact, and what remained was no longer a street, just a crater rimmed with splintered streetlights and shredded asphalt.
Smoke poured upward in thick curls, blanketing the ruined intersection.
Sirens wailed distantly. Somewhere, alarms screamed.
Iron Man stumbled backward, steam bleeding off his armour, systems screaming in protest.
His HUD blinked red warnings. His breath hitched. That attack had hurt.
But he didn't care.
He looked toward the smoke, eyes searching for the green silhouette.
And he saw it.
The Hulk rose, not slowly, not groggily, but with purpose. With fury. Like a titan rising from the pit.
There was no moment of recovery. No breath. No pause.
Just violence.
The monster launched forward in a blur of rage, and before Tony could even react, two enormous hands gripped the sides of his helmet.
"Get off!" Stark tried, both hands firing repulsor blasts into the Hulk's chest.
The blasts lit up the smoke in blinding flashes of white-hot energy.
But the Hulk didn't flinch.
The beams struck him like rain on stone.
This wasn't a creature that could be worn down.
This was a force.
Iron Man's thrusters overloaded.
He couldn't break free.
The monster's grip tightened, metal squealed.
Then came the voice.
Low. Mocking. Cruel.
"How's this feel, tin can man?"
Tony's eyes widened.
"No..."
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- Black Tarantula - Male Reader x Marvel
Fanfiction[Male Reader x Marvel] Being a hero is a hard task, and not because of tough enemies, or the threat of death, but because it was about making a choice, a choice to take responsibility into one's own hands, and strike out for what they believed was r...
