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The Devil Made Him Do It

The eight foot tall Hulk wandered the streets, not really knowing where it was. Its heavy footfall sometimes making things shake just a little. Most people and things gave it a wide berth. Those that didn't got growled at; then they gave it an entire sidewalk to itself.

It wasn't sure where it was going. It had just destroyed the building that had captured it. Or destroyed the building over the mad doctor's lab who had captured it. Either way, there was rubble behind the Hulk, on its shoulders, and in its hair.

It walked down the street, looking around. It was trying to figure out where it could go to have some peace. To get away from the doctor it had left behind in the rubble.

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Another snarl, and Vincent is about to jump out of the way again, when he realizes something. He can't see into the car the way it's tumbling at him. Even an angry Hulk wouldn't throw a car with people in it, right?

But he can't take that chance.

The bubble around Jay's head releases as Vincent needs his full focus on the car. A disc of force underneath it; not slamming into it, but only forceful enough to ease its descent. Ease it enough that his own strength is enough to let it down to the ground gently.

Feeling the pressure around his head dissipate, the Hulk let out what it had been holding and sucked in a big breath. If anyone else was on the street or in a nearby car, it wasn't paying attention. It had one thing on its mind. Smash Dr. Green's minion before it was taken back to a lab.

The Hulk growled as it pounced toward the Vincent focusing on setting the car down easily.

"No!" Vincent has just enough time to register Jay coming at him. He only manages to turn his body halfway. He only manages to get one arm into proper position for the shield he raises. He feels the impact against the shield, and then the arm he has fully facing the green beast goes numb. For a moment.

He registers a sickening snap before pain explodes across his awareness. He's dimly aware of letting out a scream, and then the shield gives way. A massive fireball hurls forward at Jay.

Mira had slipped away from the mansion long enough to get new strings for Lucifer. She was about to zip back when an explosion caused by who knows what in NYC, caused a cloud of dust to block her way. She saw the green shape within and a smaller form as well.

This was one time she actually wished she had the weapons active on the suit instead of most of the dangerous ones being in the lab. "You know New York already has enough problem with buildings in need of repair, how about you calm down and talk about this all civil like?" Hey it's worth a shot right? If nothing else might get the attention drawn away from the screaming man.

As she spoke she hit speed dial on her cell, she didn't say anything, hoping that someone would be manning the phones and realize what was going on.

"Hey tiny, why don' ya play with someone a little more capable. Slim there doesn't look like a challenge." As she spoke she activated the systems that wrapped the bike around her would take a few seconds, but hey worth a shot and might keep her from getting her back snapped like a twig.

"Crispy," was all the young Hulk growled after fireball exploded around it. Any pain caused only fueled the Hulk's anger.

The other person speaking at it was not a concern. The Hulk had one thing on its mind. Smash the mouthy little man that was going to take it back to Dr. Green.

The Hulk bellowed as it reached to grab Vincent. He seemed sturdy enough to use as a bludgeon for awhile.

Vincent ducks under the grab and dives between Jay's legs, rolling away from him until he can scramble to his feet. His broken arm, if it had been consulted, would have strongly objected to that course of action, and makes its opinions known. Vincent, befitting of his keen analytical mind, takes note of them in detail.

Once he can focus his thoughts, he calls on his armor and magical equipment, leaving him more ready to deal with Jay. Of course, clothes shifting around his injured arm bring a whole new world of torment that he has to weather. He works through the pain, letting it turn to rage and frustration that fuels his next spell. He lifts Jay off the ground and holds him there. Out of arms-reach and with no leverage.

Mira was glad that she wasn't attacked while the bike shifted around her. Darting forward she knew it was stupid she really was non-com, but really, one person against a hulk...

As she darted forward she activated the one weapon she had with her. The 'boom' which was really just a speaker, hovered nearby as she quickly thought. Not picking a song she just let feedback flow through the tiny ball.

Windows on the block shattered, oops, hopefully she wouldn't get blamed for it if she managed to get the big guy's attention and get him out of the populated area. Come on... take the bait!

The young Hulk struggled with having itself lifted off the ground. It tried to get its bearings as sonic boom hit it.

Its lips curled back. More people to try to imprison it. More people to send it back to the mad man with scalpel. It puts its hand to one ear and glowered. It would tear them both limb from limb before it went back there.

"Puny. Stupid. Humans." The Hulk didn't need reach or leverage for this. It just needed its two massive hands and its strength.

The sonic boom from the woman on the bike was followed by the Hulk slamming its hands together, aiming the concussive force directly at Vincent.

Vincent cringes as he's pushed back by the force of the blast, but manages to preserve his hearing. He focuses on the spell and waves an upturned palm vertically, driving Jay higher and higher into the sky.

Mira caught what the Hulk did with the boom from her speakers and instantly regretted using it. Though watching a moment she realized what the man facing him was trying to do. Even if the man was a bad guy, because really, Hulk was one of the good guys right, she knew letting him rampage was probably the greater evil.

She used her fingertips to move the orb closer aiming it up to help whatever spell was being used. It was sloppy, but she didn't really use the weapons on the armor that much so she needed the practice.

This time she did choose a song though, humming softly to herself to focus. The song was some old rock song she only partially remembered, but the added sound from the machine added some more oomph to the small softball sized orb.

The young Hulk was still in the air and getting assaulted by sounds. It clamped its hands over ears and howled. Its rage saw nothing but the Doctor's minions on the street.

It took its hands away from its ears. It slammed its hands together harder than last time. The concussive force aimed toward Vincent and the building by the spellcaster.

Having already lost its windows and been effected by one Hulk Clap, the next boom of force made the occupied building start to crumble.

This time, Vincent's luck is apparently spent, and he goes flying off his feet. His demigod constitution is all that's preserved his eardrums at this point, enough for him to hear the falling bits of mortar and screaming bystanders as they run from the now doomed building.

He doesn't have a choice. He diverts all his attention away from Jay, hoping for more help to arrive soon, and focuses on the building. Shield spells. Lots and lots of shield spells. He can't just wrap them around the outside of the building, or it'll pancake and fall into itself. He sets one against either side, then tries to visualize the interior floors, bracing the ceilings one by one. It's not going to last forever, but hopefully people can evacuate.

Seeing Hulk falling she yelped a moment. Hoping her armor would be strong enough to handle it. "Work on getting everyone out of here, I'm going to try to lure him away maybe calm him down." She let the boom stop, catching it. She held up her hand using another sonic blast to keep a large bit of debris from hitting Vincent.

Her eyes were off Hulk only for a moment.

The young Hulk suddenly not being held aloft crashed down onto the sidewalk feet first. The Hulk made a slight crater since the cement was not ready for a sudden half ton person on top of it.

The Hulk sneered as the two people who had been trying to contain him were trying to save a building. It didn't notice or care if anyone was in that building. It just wanted these people away from it.

The Hulk charged the one in purple and chrome armor. It reached out to grab and fling her. It aimed for dropping the metallic suit in a nice arc into the Hudson River.

..oh for the love of... That armor doesn't look very buoyant

Vincent invests as much of his energy as he can to keep the shields in place, and then he simply runs. He heads straight for the water and dives in, swimming as fast as he can for the sinking armor. He hooks his arms around it, and starts pulling it back to the surface.

Okay now Mira knew she had no problem with the speed bit, but flying... Yeah kind of a problem with her suit... Seeing where she was about to fall, yeah that was making her yelp a little more.

She managed to twist in mid air landing on her back before going under the water. Mira almost screamed, after all all her experiences in water deeper than she is tall... Never had ended well.

She struggled to get to the surface, With the water pulling her under it was a struggle to try to get to the surface, if she was a little calmer she would have thought about dropping the armor.

By the time Vincent grabbed her her struggling was weaker.

Trying to rescue someone from the water with a broken arm was a new adventure in pain for Vincent, but he managed to get her to the surface and drag her towards a pier, locals helping him haul her out, then himself. He collapses on his back onto the surface of it.

Once she was out of the water, and not hacking up the Hudson (ew) she glanced at Vincent.

Trying to shift her bike back into the bike mode she realized she fried some of the systems. Tearing off her helmet she forced herself to move closer.

Mira could hear the sound from where the Hulk had gone, trying her phone... She found it was dead.

"Okay, going against him... Bad idea, you'd think they'd put that in the handbook..." She let go of her helmet letting it fall. "You okay mister?"

"Not... even... remotely." Vincent tries to catch his breath, desperate to focus on anything other than his arm. "Need... to call... for assistance." He swallows hard, jaw tensing as the adrenaline rush of the dive begins to subside, leaving the pain at the fore again.

Mira held up her dead phone. "Seems I'm not the only one who doesn't do well int the drink. Though you should get that dealt with first." She knelt looking at his arm.

"I can't switch it back to bike mode, the circuits aren't working right, but should have enough juice to help you to the nearest clinic. As soon as I have you there I'll try to get damage control. The sounds of damage aren't as bad now." She wasn't sure if that was because of the distance though.

"I'm hoping that my phone call went through before it was fried."

"Clinic won't do any good." Vincent growls, pushing his hair out of his face. "My constitution is difficult for normal medicine to deal with.

I've got a guy who can help... even if I'm never going to hear the end of it..."

She frowned a little at that. "Okay where do I have to take you, it's partly my fault you got hurt."

Vincent sighs. He's in no condition to help matters any further, and the Avengers or someone else must have arrived on scene already. Reluctantly, he gives her his address. Hopefully Kristoff will be able to help him set the arm, and more optimistically, hopefully he won't have to hear too much about this.

She nodded. "I'm going to have to carry you in this configuration, that okay?" She only asked because it was kind of rude to just pick someone up.

Vincent scowls. "I don't need to be carried. Just... let me lean on you a bit, miss." He gets himself to his feet.

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