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So True of Aim With His Marshmallow Laser
Jay had less of his senior year in front of him than he thought. He was behind on his senior year job shadowing. Most of his fellow students on the rez had access to all the Keewazi technology businesses and labs to do theirs in. He was in New York City and had fewer options.
He knew he could have gone to the Future Foundation and gotten credit for it. However, him showing up at Pier 4 would have been a signal for Mary to prank him somehow. Rather than deal having to redo somethings due a prankster shapeshifter, Jay got some suggestions from his school for some science-based businesses in NYC that he could get credit for.
Jay currently stood outside a nondescript building housing several businesses that could fit his science job shadowing requirement. He checked the slip of paper once more to make sure he had the right address. If he had not been specifically looking for this building, he doubted he would have even noticed it.
Shrugging to himself, he headed toward the front doors. He had an appointment with one of the businesses inside. He was dressed in a light jacket over a button-down shirt, his cleanest pair of jeans, and his pair of green Chuck Taylor All Stars on his feet. Not very science-y, but comfortable to him.
He knew he could have gone to the Future Foundation and gotten credit for it. However, him showing up at Pier 4 would have been a signal for Mary to prank him somehow. Rather than deal having to redo somethings due a prankster shapeshifter, Jay got some suggestions from his school for some science-based businesses in NYC that he could get credit for.
Jay currently stood outside a nondescript building housing several businesses that could fit his science job shadowing requirement. He checked the slip of paper once more to make sure he had the right address. If he had not been specifically looking for this building, he doubted he would have even noticed it.
Shrugging to himself, he headed toward the front doors. He had an appointment with one of the businesses inside. He was dressed in a light jacket over a button-down shirt, his cleanest pair of jeans, and his pair of green Chuck Taylor All Stars on his feet. Not very science-y, but comfortable to him.
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Until men in body armor stepped into the hallway. The young Hulk turned toward them, lips distorted into a snarl. It charged them an angry bellow.
They had came out of an exit. The young Hulk would go right through them to get out of here.
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One of the men stepped forward, and raised a rocket launcher to his shoulder. It fired off a giant tranquilizer dart.
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The giant tranq came at it, and it batted the missile away. The massive dart imbedded into the wall next to the Hulk. The dart quivered in place as massive green legs ate up the distance between the Hulk and the men quickly.
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"Bad POO GAS!" That might have sounded funnier had the young Hulk not grabbed a section of wall as wide as his chest and thrown it at the two men spraying him with gas.
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The second man frantically raised the nozzle on his tank and sprayed the gas directly at Jay's face. It had to work... had to!
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"Poo gas taste BAD. HULK NOT LIKE." The gas was not slowing the Hulk down; it was only making the behemoth angrier.
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Which left his back wide open for the club rocket launcher.
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"Oh, shit."
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It saw the man formerly with a rocket launcher. It roared at the top of its massive lungs in his face. Then it tried to flick his head with its middle finger.
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He turned back to try to find the hole in the wall. Not seeing it straight away, his patience ended. It crouched to get some power, then the Hulk jumped toward the ceiling to punch through.
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Surprised and frightened laboratory workers looked up from their petri dishes, microscopes, and computers. Over to one side, a vaguely reptilian looking woman with improbably large lips let out a hissing shriek.
"My walls! My beautiful Italian marble terrazzo flooooooors!"
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... and maybe that thing with the lips. That was on the smash list, too.
The Hulk roared at the scientists molesting petri dishes and starting toss thing things like equipment and parts of the wall at them.
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Iguanalina shrieked, and hissed, and sobbed, growing in size, and becoming more reptilian. Her nails grew into talons, the polish flaking and peeling off, but bizarrely, her lips stayed the same.
One of the scientists was of a slightly cooler-headed disposition... or perhaps she was just a long-time employee and veteran of Jay's last stay with Dr. Green. She ran over and activated yet another of the ubiquitous dark green glass panels. This one set off a fire alarm, and opened a hidden fire escape.
The woman scrambled up the revealed metal ladder, followed by a handful of the other researchers.
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Then the young Hulk charged at it. It went low and with his shoulder to try to avoid any contact with those weird lips.
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A piece of metal fell down next to them. Iguanalina caught a glimpse of her reflection in it, and began to wail.
"Nooooooo! NOOOOOOOO! Greeeeeeeen! Doc-tor GREEEEEEEN!"
She curled up into a ball and rocked back and forth.
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That would keep her out of the way. The young Hulk turned and looked for a solid bit of flooring to not crumble under its feet at the next leap. It was not concerned about packed earth above. It would leap, claw, and punch its way out of here. And then maybe topple the building down for impeding its freedom.