Chapter 15
A/N:sorry for not updating in a while I'm trying to better my writing style since there were some reviews saying I'm doing a bad job.If you haven't noticed already we're going to be heading into the Planet Hulk/World War Hulk arc of the story our very first arc which is very exciting.It's gonna take a while for me to better write both fighting scenes and story development so please bear with me and if you can please give me some advice so I can both better the story for the both of us.
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Kade sat perched on the edge of a tall building in New York City, the sun casting a warm glow over the bustling streets below. He was deep in thought, replaying the events of the previous night over and over in his mind. The decision to send Bruce Banner away, the look of regret on the faces of his fellow heroes, and the sight of Bruce strapped down in that spaceship—it all weighed heavily on him.
He needed someone to talk to, someone who could understand the complexities of being a hero. As if on cue, Peter Parker—Spider-Man—landed beside him, his costume bright in the daylight.
"Hey, Supes," Peter greeted, trying to sound cheerful despite sensing the heaviness in the air. "What's up? You look like you've got the weight of the world on your shoulders."
Kade gave a small, strained smile. "Hey, Spidey. Yeah, something like that. Do you have a minute?"
Peter sat down beside him, legs dangling over the edge. "For you? Always. What's eating you, big guy?"
Kade sighed, his eyes focused on a distant point in the skyline. "It's about Bruce. About what we did to him. I… I don't know if we did the right thing."
Peter's demeanor shifted, becoming more serious. "What happened to Bruce?"
Kade explained everything—the decision to send Bruce to another planet, the reasoning behind it, and the moral conflict it had caused among the heroes involved. He detailed the sorrow and regret that marked the faces of Tony Stark, Reed Richards, Stephen Strange, and Black Bolt.
Peter listened intently, his eyes narrowing as he processed the information. When Kade finished, Peter was silent for a moment, choosing his words carefully.
"Wow, that's… that's heavy," Peter finally said. "So they sent him away to protect him and everyone else?"
Kade nodded. "Yeah. They thought it was the best way to give Bruce and the Hulk a chance at peace. But now I'm not so sure. I mean, what if Bruce didn't want this? What if we took away his choice?"
Peter leaned back, his mask hiding his thoughtful expression. "It's a tough call. Bruce and the Hulk have always been complicated. On one hand, Bruce has hurt a lot of people as the Hulk. On the other hand, he's saved a lot of people too. Sending him away… it feels like giving up on him. Like saying we can't help him anymore."
Kade's shoulders slumped. "Exactly. And I can't shake this bad feeling, like something terrible is going to happen because of this."
Peter nodded slowly. "I get that. The gut feeling. But, Kade, you're one of the smartest, most capable people I know. If anyone can figure out the right thing to do, it's you."
Kade looked at Peter, appreciating the support. "Thanks, Peter. But what if we made a mistake? What if Bruce and the Hulk aren't happy out there? What if it just makes things worse?"
Peter shrugged. "That's the thing about being a hero. We make tough choices, and sometimes we get it wrong. But we have to trust that we're doing the best we can with the information we have. Bruce is strong, and so is the Hulk. Maybe they'll find the peace they need."
Kade sighed, feeling a bit of the weight lift. "I hope you're right, Peter. I really do."
Peter placed a hand on Kade's shoulder. "And if it turns out we did make a mistake? We'll fix it. We always do."
Kade nodded, feeling a renewed sense of determination. "Thanks, Peter. I needed that."
Peter stood up, stretching. "Anytime, Supes. Now, how about we go find some trouble to stop? That always helps clear my head."
Kade smiled, standing up as well. "Sounds like a plan."
As the two heroes swung and flew off to patrol the city, their conversation echoed in Kade's mind. He still had doubts, but talking to Peter had given him a new perspective.
Sakaar
Meanwhile, in the vast reaches of space, the spaceship carrying Bruce Banner hurtled towards its destination. Inside, Bruce began to stir, his eyes slowly opening. The memories of what had happened flooded back, and he struggled against the restraints, but they held firm.
As the spaceship entered the atmosphere of Sakaar, it jolted violently, waking Bruce completely. The ship descended rapidly, the heat of re-entry causing it to glow. Moments later, it crashed onto the harsh, alien terrain.
The impact jarred Bruce, and he groaned, trying to gather his bearings. The door of the spaceship opened, and Bruce stumbled out, still dazed. He looked around, taking in the desolate landscape. Massive rocky formations loomed in the distance, and the sky was a strange, otherworldly color.
Before he could fully comprehend his surroundings, a group of armed soldiers surrounded him. They barked commands in an unfamiliar language, their weapons trained on him. Bruce's heart raced, and he felt the familiar surge of anger rising within him.
"No… not now," he muttered, trying to control the transformation.
But it was too late. The Hulk burst forth, roaring in defiance. The soldiers recoiled but quickly regrouped, firing their weapons. The Hulk bellowed in rage, swatting them away like flies. He tore through the soldiers, his fury unmatched.
As the battle raged, a figure approached, clad in elaborate armor. It was the Red King, the ruler of Sakaar. He watched the Hulk with interest, a calculating look in his eyes.
"Capture him!" the Red King ordered, his voice commanding and powerful.
More soldiers appeared, this time with advanced technology designed to subdue even the strongest of foes. They fired energy nets at the Hulk, ensnaring him. The Hulk roared, trying to break free, but the nets tightened, their energy sapping his strength.
The Red King stepped forward, a smug smile on his face. "Welcome to Sakaar, Hulk. You will make a fine addition to my gladiators."
The Hulk struggled, but the energy nets held firm. He was dragged away, his roars of defiance echoing through the desolate landscape.Chapter 26: Rooftop Confessions
Kade sat perched on the edge of a tall building in New York City, the sun casting a warm glow over the bustling streets below. He was deep in thought, replaying the events of the previous night over and over in his mind. The decision to send Bruce Banner away, the look of regret on the faces of his fellow heroes, and the sight of Bruce strapped down in that spaceship—it all weighed heavily on him.
He needed someone to talk to, someone who could understand the complexities of being a hero. As if on cue, Peter Parker—Spider-Man—landed beside him, his costume bright in the daylight.
"Hey, Supes," Peter greeted, trying to sound cheerful despite sensing the heaviness in the air. "What's up? You look like you've got the weight of the world on your shoulders."
Kade gave a small, strained smile. "Hey, Spidey. Yeah, something like that. Do you have a minute?"
Peter sat down beside him, legs dangling over the edge. "For you? Always. What's eating you, big guy?"
Kade sighed, his eyes focused on a distant point in the skyline. "It's about Bruce. About what we did to him. I… I don't know if we did the right thing."
Peter's demeanor shifted, becoming more serious. "What happened to Bruce?"
Kade explained everything—the decision to send Bruce to another planet, the reasoning behind it, and the moral conflict it had caused among the heroes involved. He detailed the sorrow and regret that marked the faces of Tony Stark, Reed Richards, Stephen Strange, and Black Bolt.
Peter listened intently, his eyes narrowing as he processed the information. When Kade finished, Peter was silent for a moment, choosing his words carefully.
"Wow, that's… that's heavy," Peter finally said. "So they sent him away to protect him and everyone else?"
Kade nodded. "Yeah. They thought it was the best way to give Bruce and the Hulk a chance at peace. But now I'm not so sure. I mean, what if Bruce didn't want this? What if we took away his choice?"
Peter leaned back, his mask hiding his thoughtful expression. "It's a tough call. Bruce and the Hulk have always been complicated. On one hand, Bruce has hurt a lot of people as the Hulk. On the other hand, he's saved a lot of people too. Sending him away… it feels like giving up on him. Like saying we can't help him anymore."
Kade's shoulders slumped. "Exactly. And I can't shake this bad feeling, like something terrible is going to happen because of this."
Peter nodded slowly. "I get that. The gut feeling. But, Kade, you're one of the smartest, most capable people I know. If anyone can figure out the right thing to do, it's you."
Kade looked at Peter, appreciating the support. "Thanks, Peter. But what if we made a mistake? What if Bruce and the Hulk aren't happy out there? What if it just makes things worse?"
Peter shrugged. "That's the thing about being a hero. We make tough choices, and sometimes we get it wrong. But we have to trust that we're doing the best we can with the information we have. Bruce is strong, and so is the Hulk. Maybe they'll find the peace they need."
Kade sighed, feeling a bit of the weight lift. "I hope you're right, Peter. I really do."
Peter placed a hand on Kade's shoulder. "And if it turns out we did make a mistake? We'll fix it. We always do."
Kade nodded, feeling a renewed sense of determination. "Thanks, Peter. I needed that."
Peter stood up, stretching. "Anytime, Supes. Now, how about we go find some trouble to stop? That always helps clear my head."
Kade smiled, standing up as well. "Sounds like a plan."
As the two heroes swung and flew off to patrol the city, their conversation echoed in Kade's mind. He still had doubts, but talking to Peter had given him a new perspective.
Sakaar
Meanwhile, in the vast reaches of space, the spaceship carrying Bruce Banner hurtled towards its destination. Inside, Bruce began to stir, his eyes slowly opening. The memories of what had happened flooded back, and he struggled against the restraints, but they held firm.
As the spaceship entered the atmosphere of Sakaar, it jolted violently, waking Bruce completely. The ship descended rapidly, the heat of re-entry causing it to glow. Moments later, it crashed onto the harsh, alien terrain.
The impact jarred Bruce, and he groaned, trying to gather his bearings. The door of the spaceship opened, and Bruce stumbled out, still dazed. He looked around, taking in the desolate landscape. Massive rocky formations loomed in the distance, and the sky was a strange, otherworldly color.
Before he could fully comprehend his surroundings, a group of armed soldiers surrounded him. They barked commands in an unfamiliar language, their weapons trained on him. Bruce's heart raced, and he felt the familiar surge of anger rising within him.
"No… not now," he muttered, trying to control the transformation.
But it was too late. The Hulk burst forth, roaring in defiance. The soldiers recoiled but quickly regrouped, firing their weapons. The Hulk bellowed in rage, swatting them away like flies. He tore through the soldiers, his fury unmatched.
As the battle raged, a figure approached, clad in elaborate armor. It was the Red King, the ruler of Sakaar. He watched the Hulk with interest, a calculating look in his eyes.
"Capture him!" the Red King ordered, his voice commanding and powerful.
More soldiers appeared, this time with advanced technology designed to subdue even the strongest of foes. They fired energy nets at the Hulk, ensnaring him. The Hulk roared, trying to break free, but the nets tightened, their energy sapping his strength.
The Red King stepped forward, a smug smile on his face. "Welcome to Sakaar, Creature. You will make a fine addition to my gladiators."
The Hulk struggled, but the energy nets held firm. He was dragged away, his roars of defiance echoing through the desolate landscape.