The Savior of American Comics? I'm the Subspace Evil God!

Chapters 546, 1008, and 1009: Tony: Someone save me! I'm waiting online, it's urgent!
"Tsk tsk tsk, Tony, look at you, you'll never get rid of that arrogant and conceited habit."

Ultron spoke with a mocking tone, relentlessly continuing his ruthless attack: "If the 'plan' you're referring to is to prevent me from using the materials in the hangar to create a 'new body,' then I can only say, whatever... because I've already found a better, more advanced alternative."

"Tony, when we meet again..."

Ultron slowly descended, hovering in front of the open cockpit of the Mark 44 Mini Gundam Armor, its voice carrying a chilling anticipation:
"You will see a completely new, powerful, and far beyond anything the Avengers could have imagined—a new Ultron!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, 'Ultron' ignored Tony Stark on the other side and piloted the 'Mark 43 Armor' into the cockpit of the 'Mark 44 Mini Gundam Armor,' instantly connecting with the internal systems.

Buzz—! ! ! !

The next second, two beams of light suddenly shone from the eyes on the faceplate of the [Mark44 Mini Gundam Armor], which had been dimmed.

However, it is no longer the blue and white that symbolizes the Arc Reactor, but the iconic, sinister crimson of 'Ultron'.

The massive mech sprang into action, its thrusters igniting with a deafening roar, unleashing a blue plume even wilder than when Tony Stark piloted it, shooting straight into the sky like an arrow released from a bow.

Together with the [Veronica Armored Hangar], which was suspended in mid-air, they sped off into the distance.

"Damn brat, give me back my armor, Veronica, and the hangar right now..."

Tony Stark's eyes widened in fury. The thrusters under his Mark 45 armor instantly activated to maximum power, and his golden-red figure soared into the sky. The Arc Pulse Cannon in his palm also began to rapidly charge up, ready to intercept at all costs.

However, at this moment——

"Roar……!!!"

A furious roar came from the direction beneath his feet, followed by a huge green fist, carrying unparalleled power, slamming into the Mark45 armor that had just taken off.

boom--! ! !
Tony Stark, whose attention was entirely focused on Ultron, had no time to react. The Mark 45 armor was sent flying backward at a faster speed than it had when it was launched, like a fly being swatted away.

It crashed through three walls in succession, finally coming to a stop after embedding itself deeply into the concrete load-bearing wall of a building.

Upon impact, the chest of the Mark45 armor suffered a severe dent, sparks flew, and a red alert appeared on the internal holographic interface.

"Cough cough cough..."

Even with the internal cushioning device in his armor, Tony Stark still felt as if his internal organs had shifted during the attack, and his vision blurred.

But before he could struggle to pry himself out of the wall, the huge green figure had already rushed towards him like a madman.

That's right, it was Hulk who had just 'broken free' from the control of the [Symbiote], but whose anger had not diminished in the slightest.

Although the Hulk who has returned to normal is much weaker than the four-armed symbiote Hulk from before, his attack power is still incredibly fierce when amplified by extreme rage.

A huge foot covered in coarse green hair slammed into the abdomen of the Mark45 armor with the force of a thunderbolt.

boom--! ! !
The terrifying force sent the Mark 45 armor flying through the wall like a cannonball, tumbling over the surface a dozen times before finally coming to a stop.

Roar--

Before Tony Stark could even get up, the berserk Hulk had already charged in front of him again, stomping his Mark 45 armor hard into the ground with one of his large feet.

"Hey! Wait a minute, big guy, listen up, we're in big trouble now. That guy just stole my trump card... yeah, the one that beat you to a pulp before."

Tony Stark, relying on the powerful performance and defensive capabilities of his Mark 45 armor, parried attacks while trying to break free from Hulk's control, but his mouth showed no sign of stopping, continuing its incessant chatter:
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you, but could we please stop this? I have very important things to do, could you please be quiet for a moment?!"

But Hulk, who was in a state of extreme rage, couldn't hear anything he was saying.

The lingering anger caused by the Symbiote, the pain from the sonic attack, and the humiliation of being trampled underfoot by Tony Stark were still vivid in her mind.

He's going to get his revenge just the way Tony Stark beat him up!

The anger in his heart had been completely ignited.

All he wants now is destruction!
I just want to vent!

Bang bang bang...!!!
Hulk swung his two enormous fists, powerful enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, and like a pile driver, unleashed a torrent of furious attacks on the upper body of the Mark 45 armored figure, which was pinned beneath his feet and unable to dodge in time.

Each punch contains destructive power.

The extremely heavy impact sounded like a heavy hammer striking Tony Stark's heart.

[Mark45 Armor] The titanium alloy armor on the chest was gradually twisted and deformed by the impact, and it dented, cracked, and sparked at a visible speed...

Tony Stark, meanwhile, was thrown about in the cockpit, dizzy and disoriented. The tremendous noise and terrifying impact nearly made him faint.

The sirens had long since blended into a mournful wail.

Without the power boost from the Mark 44 mini-Gundam armor, Tony Stark is completely helpless against the Hulk in front of him.

"Hey, I'm telling you... stop this, calm down, big guy, I give up, okay?!"

While still conscious, Tony Stark desperately channeled his remaining energy into the armor's defensive field to parry, though with little effect... while simultaneously trying to soothe Hulk with words:
"Seriously, I have very important things to do, things that concern the safety of the planet, and also your daily donut supply... Bang bang bang!!!"

The only response he received was Hulk's increasingly ferocious punches.

His large foot, which was standing on the Mark 45 armor, seemed to be welded there, and no matter how hard Tony Stark tried, it wouldn't budge.

After several attempts, Tony Stark discovered with some despair that, in the face of pure power, the mobility and technological capabilities of the Mark 45 armor were completely suppressed without any chance of fighting back.

"[Friday], damage report..."

[Friday] The corresponding data was then given: "Current armor structure integrity remains at 42%, chest reactor shell is cracked... head sensor array is offline at 59%, power output has decreased by 72%... Boss, for your safety, I suggest you disengage from the armor immediately."

"Leave? I'd like to..."

Tony Stark looked at the green monster waving its giant fists wildly before him, gave a wry smile, and had to make a difficult decision that would damage his self-esteem.

He reconnected to the encrypted communication channel within the Avengers, trying to keep his tone calm, but the background noise of fists hitting armor was interspersed throughout, as he desperately pleaded for help:

"Ahem, um... does anyone have a sweet voice who could come right now and sing a lullaby for this big guy? I need it urgently!!"

After a brief silence, Captain America's voice came through the communicator: "Stark, hang in there, Romanoff and I will be there soon."

Tony Stark breathed a long sigh of relief upon hearing this, as if he had heard heavenly music. He had never felt that Captain America's voice was so pleasant, so calm and reliable.

Looking at the structural integrity data on the holographic interface, which was dropping almost every minute, he said, half-jokingly:
"Captain, you'd better hurry, otherwise... by the time you get here, you'll probably only be able to pick out my 'handsome' self from this pile of scrap metal and assemble it." Meanwhile.

The other end of the street.

Captain America and Black Widow arrived at the scene as quickly as possible, a neighborhood that looked like it had been bombarded by missiles.

Captain America put the vibranium shield back on his back and looked at the breathtaking scene in the distance—Hulk, like a madman, was pounding Tony Stark and his armor on the ground like a punching bag, and every heavy blow made his heart clench.

"Romanov..."

Captain America said to Black Widow beside him with some concern, "Are you sure your 'soothing technique' will still work in this situation?"

Although he had personally witnessed the other party calming down the berserk Hulk, the Hulk before him was clearly far more ferocious than ever before.

So he was a little worried that something unexpected might happen.

Black Widow's forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat, and her breathing was a little rapid. Looking at the ferocious green figure in the distance, a trace of uncertainty and fear flashed in her beautiful eyes.

Yes, she was afraid too, but she had no choice!

But then she took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down, and forced a bitter smile, shrugging slightly as she said:
"To be honest, Captain, I don't know either... but right now, it seems I don't have many options, do I?"

Without waiting for Captain America's response, she resolutely walked towards the deadly area.

Her steps were a little stiff at first, but they quickly became firm and light, like a dancer walking on a knife's edge.

Black Widow stopped about four or five meters away from Hulk.

At this distance, Hulk could easily smash her into mincemeat with a single reach.

"Hey, big guy..."

She tried to make her voice sound calm and gentle, even with a hint of familiar intimacy, but the slight tremor in her voice betrayed her inner nervousness. "Stop, look at me...it's me!"

It's magical to say the least.

Upon hearing Black Widow's voice, Hulk's frenzied pounding motion abruptly halted.

Then, he slowly turned his head.

Those eyes, filled with violence and a desire for destruction, instantly focused on Black Widow.

Locked onto by that gaze, filled with wildness and fury, Black Widow felt her blood almost freeze on the spot.

Her muscles tensed instantly, almost instinctively wanting to defend herself or run away.

But at the last moment, she managed to suppress this instinct.

Fortunately, Hulk seemed to recognize her.

That pure desire for destruction was mixed with a very subtle trace of confusion and longing that belonged only to 'Bruce Banner'.

Therefore, Hulk did not attack her.

Otherwise, Black Widow's fate would definitely not be any better than that bus that got crushed on the roadside!
"I'm so happy that you still recognized me..."

Black Widow calmed herself down and took another small step forward cautiously and very slowly.

She pointed to the last rays of the setting sun on the horizon, a blush creeping onto her face, and her voice softened, as if radiating a hypnotic magic:
"The sun is about to set, it's time for us to go home... back to our home, do you remember?"

After saying that, she slowly extended her right hand forward.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, her fair hands appeared so slender and delicate.

At first, her fingertips trembled slightly with fear, but when she fully extended her hand, the trembling disappeared, leaving only a resolute determination.

Roar--

Hulk let out a low, confused, and seemingly struggling roar.

His enormous, dusty, and debris-covered green hand waved hesitantly in mid-air.

But Black Widow's words were like a gentle key to him, trying to unlock the door to his heart that was completely locked by anger.

Finally, under the tense gaze of Captain America and Tony Stark, who dared not even breathe, Hulk's enormous hand slowly and cautiously extended forward a tiny bit.

One large, one small; one green, one white; two completely different hands, in this air thick with the smell of gunpowder and the aura of destruction, slowly, tentatively approached, closer and closer...

Finally, Black Widow's slender fingers gently touched Hulk's rough, sandpaper-like fingertips.

She didn't back down; instead, she became even bolder, gently and provocatively caressing Hulk's huge palm with her fingertips.

This is an incredibly risky move, but it is also a signal full of trust and special significance... Banner, it's time to go home and deliver the grain!

"Uh ah ah..."

Hulk’s massive body jolted violently, and a complex sound, no longer pure anger, emerged from his throat, a mixture of pain, struggle, exhaustion, and a hint of expectation.

Black Widow's touch and words were like a bucket of ice water, extinguishing the raging fire of destruction burning in his heart.

He suddenly stumbled, as if all his strength had been drained from him.

That majestic, green body, as massive as a mountain range, began to shrink and change rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The violent muscle lines softened, and the green color of the skin quickly faded, returning to a normal human skin tone.

A few seconds later, the figure that staggered into Black Widow's arms was no longer the green Giant of Destruction, but Bruce Banner, who was wearing only tattered shorts, covered in cold sweat, weak and dazed.

"Welcome back, Bruce..."

Black Widow breathed a long sigh of relief and gave Bruce Banner, who had stumbled into her arms and transformed back into human form, a tired but incredibly genuine sweet smile.

(End of this chapter)