Marvel: My Sign-in System

On a street a few hundred meters away, a massive figure emerged from the haze, chest heaving and breathing heavily.

With a size and bulk that rivaled Abomination, green skin, thick legs, and bulging muscles, his physique was the very ideal fitness enthusiasts dreamed of. This green giant was none other than the Hulk, the transformed alter ego of Bruce Banner, who had leaped from a helicopter in the sky.

But something was different about the Hulk this time. He looked weak, as though he had just woken up.

Boom. Boom. Boom.

His appearance immediately drew the attention of everyone nearby. Taking heavy, deliberate steps, the Hulk slowly approached Natasha. Once close enough, he lowered his massive head slightly, staring at her with glowing emerald-green eyes.

"Hey there, big guy. Having a good night?"

Most people would have been paralyzed with fear when faced with such a ferocious monster. But Natasha didn't flinch. Instead, she greeted him with kindness and gentleness, her tone calm and inviting.

The Hulk's expression shifted, showing something unexpected: curiosity.

Ever since the Hulk had gained self-awareness, his encounters with people had always been the same—he was treated like a monster. The "little bugs," as he called them, constantly attacked him with their weapons, trying to harm or drive him away.

Hulk didn't understand why. He was powerful, yes, but his anger and instincts were what drove him to lash out. It wasn't aggression for its own sake—it was fear and insecurity.

Hulk felt unsafe. The world seemed to hate and fear him, recoiling in disgust at his mere presence. Every time he appeared, people screamed, ran, or attacked him with everything they had. Even Bruce Banner, the other consciousness within him, hated him.

This deep-seated rejection made the Hulk feel like he didn't belong in this world. The only way he could fill that void of insecurity was through destruction, an act that gave him a fleeting sense of control.

But tonight was different.

For the first time, someone was addressing him with a gentle voice, a kind expression, and a calm attitude. Natasha wasn't looking at him with fear or loathing. She was... inviting him into a conversation.

The Hulk froze in place, unsure how to respond. This feeling was entirely new to him.

His breathing slowed as he carefully observed the woman in front of him, a trace of curiosity and even trust beginning to bloom in his gaze.

Natasha noticed this shift and smiled warmly. Her tone was light and encouraging as she spoke again.

"Hey, big guy, what's your name?"

The Hulk tilted his head slightly, his massive frame relaxing just a little. He hesitated for a moment, then answered, carefully controlling his voice to avoid scaring her.

"Hulk."

Natasha's smile grew even gentler. "Hey, Mr. Hulk, welcome to this world."

Facing Natasha, who radiated genuine kindness, Hulk felt his uncontrollable anger subside. A rare smile spread across his massive face. He didn't fully understand the concepts of good or evil, but his animal instincts told him one thing clearly: Natasha wasn't afraid of him, nor did she harbor the disgust others always showed.

Hulk liked this feeling. For the first time, he didn't feel like the world's outcast.

Making a decision, Hulk slowly extended his enormous hand toward Natasha and said cautiously, "Hulk!"

Though his speech was limited, his gesture was clear. Natasha understood immediately. Smiling, she reached out her soft, delicate hand and placed it in Hulk's massive palm. The two shook hands.

"Hulk," he repeated, his voice softer this time.

As he withdrew his hand, Hulk grinned widely, a joyful expression lighting up his face. To an onlooker, he might have seemed like a massive, innocent child. Natasha's gentle smile remained, unfazed by the sight of this destructive giant showing such simple happiness.

She wasn't surprised at all by how quickly they had connected. The unique ability granted to her by the Shenwense allowed her to exude unfiltered kindness, breaking through the barriers of fear and mistrust that most people couldn't overcome. Even if others had tried, their natural fear of the Hulk would have betrayed them.

Hulk, for all his destructive power, was just a child at heart—emotional, longing for acceptance, and deeply hurt by years of rejection. The relentless military pursuit had taught him to hate even the faintest hints of fear or disgust directed at him. But Natasha was different.

She didn't fear him. In fact, in her own way, she was an even greater force than the Hulk.

This moment of harmony between the two stunned onlookers.

Above, gunships hovered in the sky, broadcasting the scene to General Ross and Betty Ross below. Betty, Bruce Banner's lover, watched with a look of relief and warmth. But General Ross was speechless, his disbelief plain as day.

In Ross's mind, the Hulk was supposed to be the ultimate warrior—the pinnacle of super-soldier perfection. A being like that shouldn't have emotions.

To Ross, the Hulk was meant to embody pure rage, destruction, and bloodlust. Yet here he was, smiling like a child because of a woman.

"This is impossible!" Ross muttered, his voice shaking with disbelief.

Before he could process further, a thunderous roar shattered the moment.

Abomination had broken free from the rubble where Natasha had kicked him. Emerging in a violent rage, he smashed through buildings as he advanced. His hateful orange eyes locked onto Hulk, who stood protectively in front of Natasha.

For a moment, Abomination froze, clearly taken aback by the sight of Hulk standing there so peacefully. But the shock didn't last. Excitement and fury twisted his face into a manic grin.

"Hulk, kill you!" Abomination bellowed. "Then the world will know I am the most powerful warrior!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Abomination's heavy steps thundered as he charged forward, ready to unleash chaos once more.

Abomination spread his massive arms, his powerful legs propelling him forward with explosive energy. Like a heavy tank, he charged directly at the Hulk, his movements radiating cold and cruel killing intent.

The sudden surge of hostility caught Hulk's attention. He spun around abruptly, his emerald-green pupils locking onto the massive figure barreling toward him.

Something primal stirred deep within Hulk—instincts buried in his blood and genes came alive. The cheerful, childlike demeanor he had just displayed dissolved, replaced by raw, violent energy.

Hulk hesitated only for a split second, not out of fear but out of concern for Natasha. He didn't want the fight to hurt his newfound friend. Letting out a deafening roar, Hulk made his decision. Planting his feet firmly, he opened his arms and charged headlong at Abomination.

The collision of two monsters, each towering over two meters tall and weighing nearly a thousand pounds, was a scene beyond imagination—a clash of titans that shook the very earth.

Boom!

Both Abomination and Hulk moved with speeds that seemed impossible for beings of their size and mass. In mere seconds, their massive frames collided with incredible force inside a shopping mall already ravaged by the earlier battle.

The impact unleashed a shockwave that rippled through the area, shattering every piece of glass in the mall. Shards and debris rained down from above, covering the ground in a chaotic mess.

Yet amidst the destruction, neither Hulk nor Abomination flinched. The glass shards and rubble seemed inconsequential against their impenetrable forms.

Standing amidst the chaos, the two monsters locked eyes, their gazes filled with raw power and unrelenting determination.

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