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    MCL 8 – The Incredible Fight

    She-Hulk snatches him up by the throat, glaring at him with her green eyes full of hate. A hate so strong that it turns the General’s blood to icewater. “HATE YOU!!! SMASH YOU!!!!!”

     

    There is a sickening crunch as General Ross is lifted up and then driven into the parking lot by the monster he created. Chokeslammed into oblivion. The question of whether he is alive or dead fills everyone’s mind.

     

    She-Hulk roars out like some mythical creature claiming its territory. Throwing both arms up, fists held high in the air before she decides to use them on the fallen man at her feet. A thin whistle fills the air as a red, white, and blue disk slices across She-Hulk’s face hard enough to drive her back and away from the fallen Ross. The disk bounces off a nearby car, then rebounds off a wall before it is deftly taken back in hand by figure that everyone suddenly stares at in awe.

     

    She lands on the hood of another car. Having jumped from the Globemaster at Coulson’s order. Fitting her shield back in place on her arm she stands. Her eyes are only for She-Hulk, but her words are for everybody.

     

    “My name is American Dream.  I am here on behalf of S.H.I.E.L.D. and the government of the United States.  Get the wounded to safety. No more guns. This fighting ends right here. Anybody who isn’t me needs to stand down.” The sheer authority in her voice quells any thought of questioning her. She appears in her patriotic garb as the inspiration. Her look, her voice, they command respect.

     

    Another woman flashes into view, streaking down from the large jet over head. In a black mask, matching leotard with a golden sharp “s” looking bolt down the front and a red sash around her waist, she drops down low, her flight taking her right in front of She-Hulk so that she can pick up General Ross. She is amazed to find him not only alive, but babbling to himself about finishing the fight. Once she has him clear she twists around mid flight to give American Dream a thumbs up.

     

    “Alright.” American Dream hops down from the car, walking confidently towards the momentarily confused She-Hulk, whose mind can barely comprehend the round looking thing that flew at her, hit her hard, then bounced back the blue woman with red and white stripes and a white star. The anger however continues to build back up.

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