[action because hulk + network = ????]

[stretchy_pants]

[After hearing a couple of distressed messages over the network and taking in the view of the overrun streets from the top floor of the Avengers Tower, Bruce is alarmed. Not that he looks visibly distressed--he's good at keeping that sort of thing under wraps.

Anyone in the Tower will see him stripping down to his pants as he makes his way downstairs. There's no need to ruin perfectly good clothing, after all. Anyone else nearby will just see a shoeless, shirtless nerd emerging from the Avengers' headquarters. After a cursory glance to take in his immediate surroundings, he wastes no time before Hulking out and charging into the fray with a deafening roar.]



((ooc: for anyone in the Tower, feel free to catch him pre-hulk, just let me know okay))

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(ok if i just jump in here?)

[tykebomb]

[let's say there's a girl racing past, so fast she probably looks like just a pink and black blur, chased by a trio of really weird-looking birds. are those screams of laughter, or terror?]

(of course! ♥)

[stretchy_pants]

[Hulk can't really tell whether those are good or bad screams. Screaming is generally bad, he thinks. The bird-things look vaguely similar to some of the other bad things he's smashing. He's going to go for those, because they're probably why the little person is screaming.]

[coimiceoir]

[In one crossroad, a phalanx of fat police officers are facing off against a wolf pack. One wolf in particular is larger than the others, and very visibly white in the moonlight. The wolves have spread out toward the edges of the street, trying to circle the police, but the officers keep turning to face them, pointing revolvers and shooting from time to time. Wolves dodge right and left just before they fire, confusing their aim and leading to a fair number of pockmarks in the buildings. As they turn, something seems off about the fat men. Something bright gold spins near their stomachs - no. In their stomachs. There's a hole in each man, where a golden key spins. The wolves can't get close because of the guns, but the men can't shoot the agile wolves. Stalemate.]

[stretchy_pants]

[Somewhere in the back of his mind, Hulk associates the fleeting image of his teammate with police. Captain America is obviously not among the group of fat police officers, however. Captain is not fat. Those men have shiny things in their stomachs, and people just don't have those. The wolves don't look very friendly either, though.

Who to smash?

He's confused, and that displeases him, so he roars at both groups of combatants as he approaches.]

[coimiceoir]

[The wolves, startled, part and back up, trying to keep an eye on both fronts at once. One of the fat men leans forward, whirling his handcuffs, and a swirl of razor sharp ice shards whirls into existence around one of the distracted wolves, cutting bloody streaks into its warm brown fur. It yelps, leaping sideways, spattering blood.

The white wolf whirls on the police, snarling. The injured wolf slinks off, limping a little, toward the nearest alley, helped by another. The police level their pistols. A streak of white fur, zig zagging faster than any wolf ought to be able to, zips across the square to slam into one of the men, knocking it sideways and fouling their aim.]

[stretchy_pants]

[Hulk still isn't positive as to which group are the enemies. The police with the shiny things in their stomachs look vaguely like some of the other beings he's fought, so he heads in that direction. The closer he gets, the less human they start to look...

He's still not entirely sure, but Hulk isn't really the type to over-think things. Also his own uncertainty is pissing him off, so he just backhands the nearest cop-monster out of frustration.]

[coimiceoir]

[The wolves duck as the cop goes flying, where it smashes into a wall and falls with a grunt. They all wag their tails and use the confusion to dive in, three of them tackling a straggler while the remaining pair went to provide back up for their formidable matriarch.

One of the smaller cops goes down, exploding in a dark puff of purplish shadow-stuff as one wolf trio manage to tear into its vitals. Another moves as though injured, though nothing is bleeding. The others mill about, waving their guns uncertainly. The largest slowly picks itself up next to the cracked wall, grunting and pointing at Hulk. The four remaining cops move into a loose triangle formation and fire quick bursts at the green menace.]