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re: Bard's Poor Attempt at a Combined Marvel/DC Universe (an ongoing project)
Posted on 5/11/23 at 2:28 pm to Bard
Posted on 5/11/23 at 2:28 pm to Bard
Bruce looked forlornly at the clock on the wall once again. He was supposed to meet Betty at the Oasis earlier in the evening but plans had changed. General Ross had shown up in a rampage (again) just before Bruce and his team were supposed to leave for the night. The Pentagon wanted test results by Monday morning so the first detonation would be happening tonight in order for the Pegasus personnel to have enough time to compare its data to other results from other tests.
It was Bruce’s responsibility to make sure the team of scientists under him were in place and ready, especially with the abrupt scheduling change. It wasn’t until they were in the new observation bunker that Bruce realized he had been so busy that he had forgotten to call Betty to let her know about the change in plans. He was too far out for cell reception and the bunker had no phone lines. It didn’t help that she was Ross’ daughter and he hadn’t been happy when he found out they were their seeing each other. Hopefully she would understand. The countdown had just begun when he saw lights in the distance.
“What the hell?? Someone get me some binoculars! NOW!” Seconds later Bruce was adjusting the focus, seeing clearly the headlights of a vehicle out on the desert. Out in the blast radius of the gamma bomb.
“Stop the countdown” Bruce announced, “there’s some fool out there.” A moment later members of his team began telling him they couldn’t get the timer to stop. The detonation was just minutes away, whoever that was out there was as good as dead if someone didn’t warn them. Bruce made a decision, for him it was the only decision. “Keep trying. There’s a concrete embankment there, I should have enough time to get them to safety if you can’t stop it.” Bruce’s team went to work furiously on trying to re-establish control as he bolted out of the bunker.
Bruce was hammering the truck’s horn the moment he put it in Drive. He didn’t care about how rough the terrain was, he was focused on the spot he believed the lights had been as he floored the gas. Soon enough the truck’s lights fell on the jeep and a man standing beside it. As he neared, there looked to be a woman in the passenger seat, but she didn’t turn around.
Bruce slammed on his brakes just before hitting the jeep, throwing up a thing cloud of dust from the rocky terrain. He jumped out of the truck, shouting “THERE’S A BOMB! WE’RE ABOUT TO EXPLODE A BOMB!”
The man next to the jeep wasted no time. As he turned to the woman, he told her something and they both began running the few steps to the edge of the embankment. There was only a four-foot drop to the ground below, the area had been shored up and reinforced with concrete to house some Pegasus equipment, but that was before the timetable was moved up a week. There was nothing there now but a wall, it was lined with lead so it would be enough to shield them from the danger of the blast.
Bruce was right behind them. The man had just gone over the edge when Bruce glanced at the woman as she leapt down. She turned slightly as she dropped. Bruce was only a step away from the salvation of the concrete barrier when he caught a glimpse of her through the dusty haze. What he saw caused him to falter for just a moment as he began to call out a question.
“Bet-” was all he was able to get out before the bomb went off. In one instant, the entire world became blindingly white, except for the pitch black swath he was falling towards. In the next instant, that blackness rushed out to envelop him in total darkness. After that, he knew nothing else.
It was Bruce’s responsibility to make sure the team of scientists under him were in place and ready, especially with the abrupt scheduling change. It wasn’t until they were in the new observation bunker that Bruce realized he had been so busy that he had forgotten to call Betty to let her know about the change in plans. He was too far out for cell reception and the bunker had no phone lines. It didn’t help that she was Ross’ daughter and he hadn’t been happy when he found out they were their seeing each other. Hopefully she would understand. The countdown had just begun when he saw lights in the distance.
“What the hell?? Someone get me some binoculars! NOW!” Seconds later Bruce was adjusting the focus, seeing clearly the headlights of a vehicle out on the desert. Out in the blast radius of the gamma bomb.
“Stop the countdown” Bruce announced, “there’s some fool out there.” A moment later members of his team began telling him they couldn’t get the timer to stop. The detonation was just minutes away, whoever that was out there was as good as dead if someone didn’t warn them. Bruce made a decision, for him it was the only decision. “Keep trying. There’s a concrete embankment there, I should have enough time to get them to safety if you can’t stop it.” Bruce’s team went to work furiously on trying to re-establish control as he bolted out of the bunker.
Bruce was hammering the truck’s horn the moment he put it in Drive. He didn’t care about how rough the terrain was, he was focused on the spot he believed the lights had been as he floored the gas. Soon enough the truck’s lights fell on the jeep and a man standing beside it. As he neared, there looked to be a woman in the passenger seat, but she didn’t turn around.
Bruce slammed on his brakes just before hitting the jeep, throwing up a thing cloud of dust from the rocky terrain. He jumped out of the truck, shouting “THERE’S A BOMB! WE’RE ABOUT TO EXPLODE A BOMB!”
The man next to the jeep wasted no time. As he turned to the woman, he told her something and they both began running the few steps to the edge of the embankment. There was only a four-foot drop to the ground below, the area had been shored up and reinforced with concrete to house some Pegasus equipment, but that was before the timetable was moved up a week. There was nothing there now but a wall, it was lined with lead so it would be enough to shield them from the danger of the blast.
Bruce was right behind them. The man had just gone over the edge when Bruce glanced at the woman as she leapt down. She turned slightly as she dropped. Bruce was only a step away from the salvation of the concrete barrier when he caught a glimpse of her through the dusty haze. What he saw caused him to falter for just a moment as he began to call out a question.
“Bet-” was all he was able to get out before the bomb went off. In one instant, the entire world became blindingly white, except for the pitch black swath he was falling towards. In the next instant, that blackness rushed out to envelop him in total darkness. After that, he knew nothing else.
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Posted on 5/11/23 at 2:36 pm to Bard
“Bruce?”
It was his mother, she was crying. His father had been drinking again.
Brian Banner was a brilliant geneticist and had been an all-star linebacker in college. Not only was Brian expecting his son to follow in his footsteps in both brains and athleticism, but he had worked long and hard to guarantee it. Brian’s primary focus was in recreating the famed Super Soldier Serum which had given Captain America his incredible abilities. His work with derivatives led him to believe it worked on the genetic level with the Erskine’s “Vita radiation” as the catalyst. No one knew what his “Vita radiation” truly was and that knowledge had died with him.
Without Vita radiation, no forms of the serum worked to fully and permanently change a subject’s genetics so Brian went another route. He experimented on himself heavily so that any genetic material he passed on would hopefully already carry the changes. When his wife became pregnant, he experimented on his unborn son to make certain. Bruce was going to be his ticket to scientific fame, fortune and the adulation which followed, a living testament to his greatness.
Brian was elated at the birth of his son, as most fathers are. As Bruce grew older though, Brian began growing frustrated as Bruce proved to be smaller and weaker than other boys his age. It didn’t matter that his son could was fluent in both Latin and Japanese by the age of four, Brian was a winner and winners didn’t accept “almost”. Over the years Bruce’s value in his father’s eyes fell greatly regardless of his academic achievements. For Brian Banner, his offspring had to have it all or else it was all for nothing. He went from being his father’s crowning glory to his greatest failure.
Brian eventually began drinking more in an attempt to soothe his disappointment and anger. His drinking led to problems at work and in his marriage. The problems at home he could beat into silence, the problems at work were another story. That is, until they fired him. Now, Dr. Brian Banner, would-be world famous geneticist, was lucky to have a job teaching high school biology.
He hated his life. He hated his mewling, pathetic wife. He hated his small, weak son.
“You’re pathetic, Bruce. You’re not even 'small', you’re just puny. Puny and weak.”
Tonight his wife had gotten between Brian and his beating of Bruce so he beat on her until he grew tired of it and left.
“I’m sorry, momma,” Bruce heard himself say. “Daddy calls me ‘puny’, I wish I was bigger so I could stop him from hitting us.” Bruce could feel himself getting angry. “I would hurt him, momma. Hurt him until he can’t hurt us no more!” He began to shake with sadness and fury. “I would smash him! I would smash him over and over!”
Rebecca Banner sobbed as she grabbed up her son, “No, Bruce, don’t say that! You don’t want to be like your father. You have to learn from his mistakes. Be in control of your emotions, don’t give in to your anger. Don’t be him, Bruce, please! Promise me!” And then more quietly, “I don’t think I could handle it. Promise me, Bruce.”
Something was happening. His mother’s voice was falling away and the world was going black but the echoes of her last words echoed over and over in the darkness. “Promise me, Bruce… Promise me…”
“I promise,” he whispered to the dark.
It was his mother, she was crying. His father had been drinking again.
Brian Banner was a brilliant geneticist and had been an all-star linebacker in college. Not only was Brian expecting his son to follow in his footsteps in both brains and athleticism, but he had worked long and hard to guarantee it. Brian’s primary focus was in recreating the famed Super Soldier Serum which had given Captain America his incredible abilities. His work with derivatives led him to believe it worked on the genetic level with the Erskine’s “Vita radiation” as the catalyst. No one knew what his “Vita radiation” truly was and that knowledge had died with him.
Without Vita radiation, no forms of the serum worked to fully and permanently change a subject’s genetics so Brian went another route. He experimented on himself heavily so that any genetic material he passed on would hopefully already carry the changes. When his wife became pregnant, he experimented on his unborn son to make certain. Bruce was going to be his ticket to scientific fame, fortune and the adulation which followed, a living testament to his greatness.
Brian was elated at the birth of his son, as most fathers are. As Bruce grew older though, Brian began growing frustrated as Bruce proved to be smaller and weaker than other boys his age. It didn’t matter that his son could was fluent in both Latin and Japanese by the age of four, Brian was a winner and winners didn’t accept “almost”. Over the years Bruce’s value in his father’s eyes fell greatly regardless of his academic achievements. For Brian Banner, his offspring had to have it all or else it was all for nothing. He went from being his father’s crowning glory to his greatest failure.
Brian eventually began drinking more in an attempt to soothe his disappointment and anger. His drinking led to problems at work and in his marriage. The problems at home he could beat into silence, the problems at work were another story. That is, until they fired him. Now, Dr. Brian Banner, would-be world famous geneticist, was lucky to have a job teaching high school biology.
He hated his life. He hated his mewling, pathetic wife. He hated his small, weak son.
“You’re pathetic, Bruce. You’re not even 'small', you’re just puny. Puny and weak.”
Tonight his wife had gotten between Brian and his beating of Bruce so he beat on her until he grew tired of it and left.
“I’m sorry, momma,” Bruce heard himself say. “Daddy calls me ‘puny’, I wish I was bigger so I could stop him from hitting us.” Bruce could feel himself getting angry. “I would hurt him, momma. Hurt him until he can’t hurt us no more!” He began to shake with sadness and fury. “I would smash him! I would smash him over and over!”
Rebecca Banner sobbed as she grabbed up her son, “No, Bruce, don’t say that! You don’t want to be like your father. You have to learn from his mistakes. Be in control of your emotions, don’t give in to your anger. Don’t be him, Bruce, please! Promise me!” And then more quietly, “I don’t think I could handle it. Promise me, Bruce.”
Something was happening. His mother’s voice was falling away and the world was going black but the echoes of her last words echoed over and over in the darkness. “Promise me, Bruce… Promise me…”
“I promise,” he whispered to the dark.
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