Stark shakes herself out of the fear that had taken root in her at being so helpless against the She-Hulk. “Not a chance. I can do this. Just need to recalculate some things on the fly.”

Inside her own suit, Potts is incredulous. “Have you lost your mind? She nearly took your head off and she wasn’t even trying!”

“My tech is sound. It can take it.” Iron Woman shoves Rescue back before taking flight, aiming both her fists for the She-Hulks midsection. The impact is rock solid and the servos in the Iron Woman suit scream with the force of it, but they hold. Jen Walters lets all her air go in one huge gush as she doubles over, driven back as Iron Woman turns up the juice on her boots, the whine and glow causing everybody close by to fall back. Around them, bullets continue to rip apart the landscape. The walls and furniture inside the office shred, filling the air with splinters. Glass shatters. Paper flings itself into the air as the front desk is obliterated by the two bodies that fly through it. Iron Woman cuts her boots off, landing with both feet planted firmly, the floorboards creaking as she braces. “It didn’t have to be this way Jen!” She broadcasts from her helmet before launching a metal fist into the jaw of her friend. She follows up with another punch, the force behind it enough to render concrete to powder. Even over the gunfire She-Hulk can hear the sound of the beating she’s taking. The world is upside down and inside out. It is so hard to focus. To make sense of everything. Where is Betty? Betty! Where is she?

“RARGH!!” She-Hulk slaps Iron Woman down, cratering the floor with her metal body.

Rescue swoops in, intent on driving the giant back. She’s met with a similar disregard as a green fist sends her spiraling through the back wall and into the plains behind the roadside motel, causing her to involuntarily spiral about before coming to a crashing halt. Rescue is down.

In her helmet Stark winces, seeing stars. With a disdainful growl, She-Hulk stomps down hard, driving the armored woman deeper into the floor. Sparks dance around her bare foot as the enraged woman grinds her enemy down with her heel.