Henry didn't even bother with Coulson's outstretched hand. He walked right past him as if he didn't see it at all.
Then, with the same look one would use to inspect their own backyard, he swept his eyes across the chaotic battlefield, full of disdain.
Look at this mess—was this really still the "simple, honest" Manhattan?
It looked more like some rural corner of India!
"Happy, are you?" Henry sneered, turning his head to size up Coulson.
"Well, I'm not happy at all. Tell me, Agent Coulson, are you so resigned to your receding hairline that you don't care if your brain cells are disappearing along with it?"
He jabbed a finger toward the smoking street in the distance, raising his voice sharply with accusation.
"What the hell are you people doing? Shooting a disaster movie? Or have your operations expanded from catching a few alien illegals to urban planning and demolition? You let these two monsters come to Manhattan—what's the goal? Hosting a monster wrestling match in the middle of the city?"
Finally, his finger pointed precisely at the tallest, brightest skyscraper standing out against the night skyline.
At the top, the giant glowing letters STARK shone brilliantly in the city's neon.
"See that? The tallest, brightest, and also most expensive building over there? You see what's written on it? That's Stark Tower! That's our family's! You brought the battlefield to my doorstep—if my building gets even a single scratch of paint, can you afford it? Let me tell you, that paint is worth more than your thinning hair!"
Yes, years ago, Henry had pestered Tony into funding the construction of Stark Tower in the heart of Manhattan.
His reason was simple: every time he came to New York, he couldn't stand living in that lonely suburban villa with nothing but ocean breeze. Too quiet, and not a single nightclub open all night.
He needed a place where he could enjoy city life anytime, anywhere.
Coulson followed his finger and glanced at the sleek, futuristic tower. Then he put his professional smile back on.
Well, what else could he expect? He was a Stark—his mouth was basically a machine gun.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Stark. This incident did go beyond our control. We are doing our best—"
"Your best?" Henry rolled his eyes, his expression practically screaming, "Do you even believe that nonsense yourself?"
"Your so-called 'best' was letting those two monsters dance a tango of destruction here? Honestly, Coulson, your efficiency is worse than my ex-girlfriend's old dial-up computer. I'm starting to think your budget all goes into buying hair-growth products for balding agents like you."
He ignored Coulson's stiff but smiling face and turned toward Tony, who was still standing like a hero in the distance.
"Tony!" he shouted.
"Weren't you so confident? Didn't you just finish your body upgrades and brag about lasting seventeen times a night? See those two ugly freaks? They're yours. Go show them the power of the American ass."
"You've got to be kidding me!" Tony shot back, flying over to Henry.
"Let's get one thing straight—I'm a superhero who relies on brains and tech! I'm not some caveman who only uses brute force! That kind of brawling is for muscleheads like you!"
"Oh? Really?" Henry folded his arms, mocking him with a grin.
"Funny, but to me it just looks like you're scared of scratching up your tin can. Honestly, Tony, this red-and-gold look of yours is like an unfinished prototype—cheap and tacky."
"You don't understand! I told you already—it's minimalism! Minimalism!"
Just as their sibling spat over armor aesthetics was about to escalate, a deafening roar exploded nearby.
"ROAR!!!"
The shockwave hit like a tangible blast, sweeping across the battlefield!
The already-ruined cars and debris were blown into the air, tumbling everywhere.
It was Abomination!
He had crawled out from the wreck of a smashed truck!
His body bristling with bone spikes bore a few dents, but no real damage.
And then—another furious roar rang out from the other side!
"HULK!!!"
Hulk staggered back to his feet, shaking his dizzy head.
The two monstrous shouts collided in the air, combining into an even more devastating force. Windows across nearby buildings shattered instantly under the soundwave!
Abomination glared at Henry, his crazed eyes full of fury.
Damn it! He hadn't even beaten Hulk yet, and now another shameless fighter had joined in?
What about fighting fair—wasn't it supposed to be one-on-one?!
He roared, hefted a massive concrete slab, and prepared to hurl it at Henry—
But before he could, a green figure blasted forward like a cannonball, slamming into him!
It was Hulk!
"ROAR!"
The two titans crashed together in another frenzied brawl!
This time, Hulk seemed determined not to waste his power with sloppy swings.
He seized a chance, rushed to a smashed-up car, and ripped it clean in half with brute force!
Then he slipped the two halves onto his fists like oversized boxing gloves.
"HULK!!"
He roared, swinging his crude yet brutally effective gauntlets, pounding Abomination with a barrage of crushing blows!
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!
The heavy clash of metal on bone echoed like war drums!
Abomination staggered backward, his hardened bone armor cracking and shattering under Hulk's fury—though of course, it wasn't nearly enough to truly injure him.
Everyone nearby was stunned by the raw, savage spectacle.
"Wow." Henry whistled in admiration, still snarking as usual.
"Now that's a scene! Jarvis, record this! Once I upload it, I'll title it 'Proper Ways to Recycle Scrap Metal'. Guaranteed viral."
Tony slowly floated higher into the air, looking down at the two monsters locked in brutal combat.
"Well, we've had our show. What now? We can't just let them tear the city apart until morning."
"Of course we stop them," Henry said lazily.
"Stark Tower is right there. I'd rather not wake up to find my bedroom wall missing. Wouldn't do my sleep quality any good."
"Fine." Tony sighed, then asked, "But who do we side with? Neither of those guys looks like a good guy."
"Obviously the green one," Henry said matter-of-factly.
"The other one's covered in bone spikes and looks like the textbook definition of a villain. As heroes of justice, we should at least back the one who's slightly easier on the eyes."
And Henry wasn't wrong—Abomination did look like a stereotypical villain. His bald, grotesque head and rest of his body is no better.
"You shallow bastard!" Tony scoffed, though he agreed.
"Fine, you've got a point. That ugly freak is ruining the view."
With that, he suddenly accelerated upward, raising both arms. The repulsors in his palms flared bright.
"Hey, ugly! Try this on!"
Twin beams of scorching light blasted across the battlefield, slamming into Abomination's back!
Abomination staggered forward, his rage boiling over completely.
He roared, shoving Hulk back for a moment.
And Henry, too, had already begun to move.
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