Gunfire hammered the street like a drum.
Concrete cracked under the Hulk's feet. Debris rained down from shattered windows. The stench of cordite, burning metal, and wet concrete clung to the air
. Indra, wrapped in the green mass, felt every bullet bite, then flatten—skin hardening, muscles bulging, veins pulsing with gamma‑fueled rage.
Black‑suited soldiers lined the rooftops, the alley mouths, the barricades.
"Fall back!" someone shouted. "Keep the suppressors ready!"
A missile streaked in, trailing smoke.
Indra twisted the Hulk's body slightly.
The explosion wrapped around the shoulders, peeled off in a ring of fire, and singed nothing but the air.
"Don't fight," the weak voice inside the skull still whispered.
"Don't fight…"
Indra crushed it with a thought.
On the other side of the city, time had snapped backward for someone else.
Steve Rogers woke up in a sterile room, under soft white light. There was no glacier, no ice, no endless cold. Just walls, a narrow bed, and a blond woman leaning in with a kind but clinical smile.
"Welcome back, Captain," she said. "You're safe now."
He remembered the plane. The ice. The fuel.
He remembered nothing after that.
Days blurred. Doctors spoke in measured tones.
"You've been gone a long time, Steve. The world is different now."
He saw the news once, in a waiting room where the TV hung from the ceiling.
A tall green monster, towering over a city skyline, smashed through a row of parked cars, soldiers firing futilely around its legs. The headline read: "HULK DESTROYS MIDTOWN — MILITARY FIGHTS BACK."
Spider‑webbed panels, panicked voices, the Daily Bugle logo in the corner.
The anchor called it "state‑level threat."
The ticker scrolled: "Gamma‑powered anomaly. Origin unknown."
Steve remembered the word. Gamma.
He remembered a certain skinny Brooklyn kid and a certain scientist in a lab coat.
"Where did this happen?" he asked, voice rough.
"Same city," the nurse said, off‑hand. "They're saying it's a gamma‑accident. Or a weapon. No one knows."
Later that night, Steve broke out.
He didn't mean to run. He just meant to walk. But the hallway stretched, the doors felt too heavy, the world outside his room too loud, too bright.
He stepped into a corridor, then another, and suddenly he was through a door, into cool night air, onto a street he didn't recognize.
The city looked wrong. Too tall. Too shiny. Too many lights.
The cars were different. The clothes were different. The language on the signs was familiar, but the faces were not.
Then he saw it.
A building, half‑shattered, a news screen strung across the side, flashing images.
A giant green arm slammed through a tank.
"HULK VS. ARMY" scrolled beneath the image.
Steve stopped.
His chest tightened.
" Can we go there?" he asked no one.
Yes, sure let me report to superior," a soldier beside him said,
One eyed guy came voice low. " captain America it's honor to meet you! "
They put him in a helicopter ride , drove him closer.
Uniforms. Guns. Planning rooms filled with maps.
"You're a symbol," they said. "People believed in you once. Maybe they still will."
Now, in the present, Steve stood on the edge of the battlefield.
The Hulk loomed in the middle of the ruined street, soldiers falling back in staggered waves. The air stank of smoke, burnt rubber, and the faint metallic taste of blood. A shield in one hand, Steve's chest rising steady, slow, despite the madness around him.
"Hold the line," he said, voice calm. "Don't fire on him directly. Aim around. Push him back, not down."
A soldier in blue, white, and red stepped forward.
A star on his chest.
A circular shield that glinted under the flickering city lights.
Indra's mind clicked.
Captain America.
The shockwave hit the soldiers' ears before it hit their bodies.
Indra's Hulk arm swung, the fist driving forward, the punch snapping into the shield with a sound like thunder.
The impact flared white at the edges, then rippled outward in a physical wave, throwing nearby soldiers off their feet, rifles spinning loose from their hands.
The shield stayed in Steve's grip, but his arm bowed, his feet slid, the concrete beneath him cracking in a spider‑web pattern.
"Well," Steve muttered, eyes narrowing. "That's new."
Indra smiled inside Hulk body fist smashes the tank.
"Come, Captain America!" he thundered, voice raw and deep. "
" How could he know captian America, we thought he was brainless monster! "
The Hulk's chest expanded, its muscles tensing, the green skin rippling like water over stone.
He took a step forward, the ground trembling under the weight.
"Don't let him get closer!" an officer barked into the radio.
"Tranq teams, move in! Gamma suppressors, high‑dose, now!"
Behind the soldiers, scientists in white coats scrambled around a reinforced truck. Vials of glowing blue liquid glowed faintly in coolers.
"Target bio‑structure is gamma‑dense," one shouted. "One shot of this into his bloodstream and he'll drop in under thirty seconds."
The Hulk's nostrils flared. Indra's senses sharpened.
He tasted the air. The faint sweetness of something unnatural.
The whir of darts, the hum of pressurized canisters.
Wildlife attacked first.
A pack of dogs, half‑starved, eyes wild, broke from an alley and lunged at the Hulk's ankles.
Their teeth clashed against the green hide, then snapped off, gums tearing, jaws cracking. The Hulk kicked them aside like stones.
" You even use gamma expirement with animals " Hulk indra laughed
A stray horse, escaped from a nearby stable, thundered into the street, nostrils flaring.
The Hulk's hand slapped it mid‑gallop, sending it sideways, legs folding, the creature crashing into the wall with a wet thud.
The chaos pushed anger through the Hulk's body like a live wire.
Indra let it build.
He stepped forward, green fingers flexing, the Hulk's chest rising and falling in heavy, rhythmic breaths.
The shield felt solid in Steve's hand. The uniform pressed against his shoulders. The soldiers behind him held their breath.
Indra's voice cut the air like a blade.
"Captain America," he growled. "I give your soldiers one choice."
He spread his arms, the Hulk's frame towering over the battlefield.
"Make them leave. Or I will rip them limb from limb."
Silence followed.
The only sound was the distant crackle of a fire, the low groan of a collapsing building, and the nervous shift of boots on broken concrete.
Steve's jaw tightened.
His eyes stayed locked on the Hulk's face.
"okay soldier, back at once, i want to talk to this monster," he said, voice low.
" sir, this not protocol! "
Indra's lips curled into a grin the human couldn't see.
"
The Hulk's muscles coiled again.
The soldiers tensed.
All soldier were back, and Hulk laughed and walked towards captian America