#FANfiction: ★MARVEL★ [various authors] Stories~collected

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Rachel DeLanco's apartment was a small but cozy one-bedroom abode,
housed in one of the middle floors of a large building that sat at the
edge of the suburbs outside the city of Pallas, New Hampshire. Talia had
learned the drive well from all directions - Rachel had been her saving
grace over the last four months.

Dressed in the fresh clothes her friend had provided, Talia followed her
friend out of the parking lot and carefully walked to the elevator,
where Rachel held the door open for her. As she walked in, the doctor
felt her knees give out, causing her to stumble against the wall of the
lift, but she was quickly scooped up by Rachel.

"You OK, Tal?" Rachel squeaked, spinning her friend around to meet her
face to face.

"It's all right," said Talia, motioning Rachel away. She walked over and
hit the button for the seventh floor. "I'm still just weak from the change."

The elevator began to rise, jerking slightly as it started but smoothing
out for the rest of their journey upward. As the doors cracked open,
Rachel squeezed out, keys in hand, and jogged the way to her door,
quickly unlocking the entrance and bolting inside.

Talia followed cautiously, rounding the corner into the apartment, only
to see Rachel furiously gathering up strewn clothes and objects that
were scattered around the place. Talia smiled.

"Don't clean up on my behalf, Rachel," she laughed. "Seriously."

Rachel frowned. "I only do it because I know you'd be doing it for me
when you're supposed to be taking it easy." She jogged over to the couch
and plucked a pillow from the floor, throwing it onto the cushions
before grabbing Talia by the shoulder and pushing her down onto the seat.

"Sit. Relax." Rachel made a drinking motion. "Coffee?"

"Please."

Rachel almost leapt away from the couch, steering her path with the
maneuverability of a fighter jet away from the living room and toward
the kitchen, simultaneously reaching into her shoulder bag and
withdrawing the fragments of Talia's wardrobe from the night before,
tossing them toward the washing machine in the closet and missing by
several feet, the scraps tumbling to the floor. Without missing a beat,
though, Rachel coasted into the kitchen and fetched a coffee filter and
grounds, heaping a few scoops into her coffee maker and flipping the switch.

Talia rolled her eyes and shook her head. Sinking down into the couch,
she picked up a stray sock that was wedged under the armrest, folded it,
and placed it on the ground.

"I see you cleaning!" came Rachel's voice from the kitchen.

Talia sighed, tilting her head back into the couch cushion. She closed
her eyes briefly and tried to relax, but a gnawing curiosity rattled
within her brain. She knew Rachel didn't like her doing it, but she had
to know.

The TV flickered on and Talia flipped through a few channels until the
local news filled the screen. The words "SPECIAL REPORT" were emblazoned
across the bottom of the broadcast, and Talia's gut sunk.

The laboratory building Talia had trespassed into last night - a large,
private complex located a few towns over - formed the backdrop of a
scene riddled with police, with the news correspondent standing in the
foreground breaking down the story. The view was obstructed, but it was
clear to the doctor's discerning eye that one of the lab doorways, in
addition to much of the wall around it, was missing, leaving a giant
hole where it once was. On the ground, shards of glass reflected
sunlight, skewered across chunks of brick and concrete.

/I was trapped, no exit. The beast made one./

/"Police are not revealing the full details of the incident here at
Buscema Lab,"/ spoke the correspondent - a neatly-groomed man in his 30s
- while walking around the scene. /"Attempts to get comments from the
lab or the police on the cause of the incident have gone unanswered so
far. However, residents in surrounding neighborhoods spoke to us earlier."/

The news rolled to tape, and the image of an older woman popped on
screen, with a microphone being held to her face. /"They're saying it's
under control, but there were swarms of police all around here last
night, I couldn't get any sleep! Nobody fires that many guns for
something 'under control.'"/

The next image was that of a middle-aged man with a goatee. /"Guns were
blazing, and all I know is that whatever came out of that building
wasn't normal."/

/"It was that green hulking woman,"/ spoke a young couple. /"We're sure
of it. We thought the stories were false, but we totally saw her!"/

The news kept cutting to different people. /"It's some kind of practical
joke, a pretty lewd one at that."/

/"It was the She-Hulk. Totally the She-Hulk."/

/"Whatever it was, I don't think anything human could've done that to
the lab."/

The correspondent appeared back on screen, with a blurry, distant
over-the-shoulder photo of a large, muscular green woman, cropped from
her broad, powerful shoulders up to her wild, unkempt hair./"This marks
the 14th reported sighting of the alleged 'She-Hulk' creature in the
past few months in the state, including this still captured last month
by a bystander in the Valley town park. We again asked the police and
the lab if they could confirm or deny the presence of the, and we were
given no comment. Back to you, Jim -"/

The TV switched off, and Rachel put herself between Talia and the screen.

"Don't do that to yourself, Tal! You have enough on your plate." She
kneeled down and placed her arms on her friend's shoulders. "The
She-Hulk has never hurt anybody."

Talia looked away from Rachel and scowled. "Not yet."

"C'mon, forget about it for just a second," said Rachel, rising to her
feet and making her way back to the kitchen. "Take a break, please, for
your own sake. You know it's a vicious circle worrying about everything;
it'll just cause you to get upset."

Talia scowled. "And we know what happens when I do that."

Rachel either ignored her comment or didn't hear it. Her friend had
opened up her cabinet and fumbled around across different shelves,
removing a single mug, while unsuccessfully searching for a second. She
slid over to her sink, fetching a used one out of her sink, quickly
rinsing it with tap water, then moved it to the coffee maker.

"Still like your coffee black?" she shouted.

"Yes."

"Disgusting." Rachel withdrew the pot and began to pour.

"So," said the doctor, "I see they've stuck a name on it."

"On what?"

Talia was silent. Rachel's eyes widened.

"Oh." She walked out of the kitchen, answering hesitantly. "Yeah, I've
seen the name pop up here and there."

"Here and there? How widespread is this?"

"They really latched onto the descriptions of you as 'hulking,' which
just evolved." Rachel took a deep breath. "It's better than calling you
'the green woman' or 'the thing,' at least."

Talia waved her arms at the TV. "/She-/Hulk, though? Why does it have to
have a gender tag? Why don't they just call the thing 'the Hulk?'"

"Not everybody is as smart as you, Tal," Rachel shouted from the
kitchen. "You're talking about common sense when it comes to the
award-winning combo of men and the media.

"Second," she continued, "I kind of like it."

"I don't. I'm still lucky that the worst they've done is start naming it
so far."

"Paging Dr. Walker," Rachel said, "You're here and you're human, and
your name is Talia, not She-Hulk. You're also in my place and you need
to start relaxing."

"What I need to do," Talia responded darkly, "is get rid of this thing
dwelling inside of me." Talia fished the purple vials into her hands,
holding the purple liquid up to the light. "These nanobots are the key."

"Nano-what now?" asked a confused Rachel. Two coffee cups in hand, she
wandered over to the small couch positioned against the wall in her
apartment's living room. Positioning herself to sit down, she offered
out a cup full of brew to the already-sitting Talia Walker, who accepted
the gift eagerly.

"Nanobots," said Talia, sipping in the hot beverage. "Microscopic robots."

Rachel brought her own cup to her mouth, staring at her friend over the
ceramic glass. "And you want to put these things into your bloodstream?"

Talia nodded.

"I don't get it, Tal," said Rachel, motioning to the three purple vials
that were now resting on her coffee table. "What can these things do
that your other treatments have been unable to accomplish? You put
yourself in a lot of danger just for those small tubes."

The doctor gulped down another mouthful of the hot beverage, before
putting the glass down onto a coaster. "I've been trying to treat
my.../condition/ as any other ailment. I was trying to treat different
effects, pinpoint the exact cause, but in the end, I've been trying to
treat my problem as something normal."

Talia stood up and motioned at herself. "That was my problem, Rachel,
nothing about my condition is normal. Nothing about my condition is
logical. The overexposure of gamma radiation that caused this whole
thing - it's not supposed to create a creature, it's supposed to
annihilate my cells and kill me.

"The transformation doesn't even obey the laws of physics! When I
change..." The doctor motioned over to the pile of shredded clothes from
the night before that was sitting on the floor next to Rachel's washing
machine. "When I change, I gain mass. Rapidly. Mass isn't supposed to
just come out of thin air. Mass is matter, matter changes forms, it
isn't possible to be created or destroyed. When people gain muscle mass,
they're taking in calories, protein, etc. gradually over a period of
time and turning that into muscle. I'm not converting anything, I'm just
receiving, and then losing it when I change back. Where's that coming from?

"If my transformation doesn't obey the normal laws of this world, I have
to stop treating it as such." Talia scooped up one of the vials and held
it up to her eye. "These nanobots should be able to give me a better
idea of what the real root of this whole thing is."

Rachel sat up enthusiastically. "Do you really think it'll help you find
a cure?"

Talia gave a slight sigh before shaking her head. She lowered the test
tube into the ground. "I don't know. Nothing's a given. But I sure
intend to find out tonight." Talia looked up. "With your help, if you
can spare it."

Rachel choked on a sip of her drink, and gazed quizzically at her
friend. "Me? Tonight? How?"

"My lab." Talia paused, her face blank like a stone, all emotions
trapped away. "I need you to trigger my transformation and bring out the
beast."

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#FANfiction: *Marvel* TWISTED SHADOW: Mary Jane is VENOM! [Gertos]

I just discovered this little gem and thought it could go a long way. I know it is quite old but I just wanted to bring this back up and see if Gertos is still around and to see if he would be considering re-lighting this fire and keeping it going...

'Gertos' - Last Active:  May 09, 2018, 04:44:01 pm.  He may not see your post; you might send him a PM. ~Mod E15R91F

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Betty Ross vs. Bruce Banner

    by steveabc, Mar 24, 2018, 2:35:57 PM
    Literature / Prose / Fiction / Fantasy / Flash Fiction & Vignettes

Betty Ross vs. Bruce Banner
by Steve the Z
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     Betty Ross shrugged her lab coat on over her beige blouse and grey and black checked A-line skirt before tapping out the key code on the 12 inch thick, almost solid titanium, internally iron-barred enforced door under the sign DANGER – GAMMA RADIATION LABORATORY – AUTHORIZED PERSONAL ONLY!!!

     The telltale turned from red to green and a heavy THUNK indicated the three inch thick bar lock of the door had been withdrawn, and it popped open an inch. Grunting, Betty grabbed the knob with both hands and manhandled the door open enough so she could slip through and into the lab. Sensors, picking up her presence, activated pneumatic cylinders that closed and locked the door behind her, its three ton mass shaking the lab when it slammed itself closed.

     Betty stared at the mess of glass, bent metal and junk strewn all over the floor next to the burst open from within gamma radiation chamber that took up the entire back half of the room.

     "Oh, Bruce, not again!" she said, taking a broom and dustpan from where they were conveniently hanging on the wall. "I told you to keep the doors open when you're playing with gamma radiation!"

      She started sweeping up the clutter after dragging a big plastic waste drum over.

     "How can I teach him a lesson he'll never forget?" she muttered to herself after filling the first drum and getting another. "I'm tired of cleaning up after him!"

     It was when she had made her way through the mess to the edge of the chamber itself that she had the idea.

     "On me oh my!" Betty said, staring at the small, one inch square grid mounted on the inside wall of the chamber that released measured amounts of gamma radiation. The same radiation Bruce used to turn himself into the Incredible Hulk. "Do I dare? Do I really dare?"

     She dumped the load of debris on her dustpan into the drum, then set the broom and pan down, stepping through the huge hole with its splayed open, ragged edges the Hulk had torn into the chamber's opposite wall instead of using the door when he left. There was also a Hulk sized hole in the lab's back wall, through which Betty could have just walked if she'd parked in the back lot.

     "Although he'd be too big for the door anyway." Betty murmured, looking very thoughtfully at the grid. "And so would I, I suppose. Gee, what would it be like to have all those great big, green muscles, I wonder!"

     She ran a fingertip across the grid.

     "It would serve him right!" she said, stamping her little, high-heeled foot. "But – I just don't know."

     Betty walked back through the blasted opening, lightly touching one of the petal shaped bent back pieces of the chamber wall.

     "It's so solid!" she said. "And Bruce bent it like it was made of paper! Ohhh, to possess such strength!"

     She walked to the control panel, saw that Bruce had set the dose at 100 Photons, along with a small mixture of his own devising, the top secret rays he'd discovered which made all the security measures necessary.

     Idly, Betty turned the dial to 200 Photons, and added just a tad more of the "special" radiation.

     "Should I or shouldn't I?" she asked herself, her finger hovering over the timer, which, if pressed, would release the radiation in a very compacted, one second burst from the grid five minutes after pressed.

     She turned, looking over her shoulder at the areas she still hadn't cleaned, especially the larger pieces she couldn't even hope to move without the help of a fork-lift.

     "Or great big, green muscles!" she said.

     Betty compressed her lips, firmed her resolve, wondered what the expression on Bruce's face would be when she...

     Making up her mind, she pressed the button.

     A muted siren began whooping.

     'COUNTDOWN TO EMISSION, FOUR MINUTES, THIRTY SECONDS' said a calm, recorded, female voice.

     Now Betty hesitated, taking a step away from the control panel, then stopping, staring at the big hole in the chamber's wall.

     'COUNTDOWN TO EMISSION, THREE MINUTES, FIVE SECONDS'

     "Ohhhhhhhh!" Betty said, trying to make up her mind, her fists clenched, her arms held rigid at her sides. "I'm having second thoughts about this!"

     'COUNTDOWN TO EMISSION, ONE MINUTE, TEN SECONDS'

     Forcing herself to move, Betty stalked stiff legged through the hole, slowly, reluctantly, approached the grid.

     She reached it just as the voice said 'COUNTDOWN TO EMISSION, FOUR SECONDS'

     The siren whooped two more times, louder. Betty squeezed her eyes shut.

     'EMISSION COMPLETE'

     "What?" she said, opening her eyes, looking around. "That's it? Heck, nothing happened!"

     She turned around in a circle, glaring.

     "It works for Bruce! Why not for me!"

     Betty clenched her fists and pounded the knuckles together. She was getting angry.

     "It's not fair!"

     Fuming, she practically ripped her lab coat off and threw it to the floor, stomping on it.

     "Darn coat, anyway!" she said.

     The seams of her blouse around her shoulders began to part.

     She kicked the lab coat, and it flew out of the hole in the chamber.

     "Go to hell, lab coat!" she yelled, baring her strong, white teeth. Her cheeks flamed, not red, but green.

     "I just don't get it!" Betty said, putting her hands on her hips and glaring at everything around her, her legs planted firmly and apart on the chamber's floor. Her thighs, arched like melons, began to rip through her skirt.

     "This...really...makes....me....mad!" Betty said, suddenly growing a foot taller, her tight skirt ripping and pulling up her burgeoning thighs, her blouse ripping apart across her back so the thrumming muscles could show through.

     "Grrrrrrrrrrrrr!" Betty roared, raising her fists high, her biceps so large they destroyed her sleeves in an instant, thick veins rising under her pale green skin across her shoulders, down her thickening neck, around the immense muscles of her arms and legs, her thighs ripping her skirt to shreds as she grew eight feet tall, pounds of accumulating muscle rising like a volcano in full eruption under her jade skin, which was becoming a darker and darker green every moment. Her chest was as large as a grand piano and her shoes burst apart as if bombs had been planted inside them.

     Betty, her skirt, bra and blouse falling away from her 1200 pound body, marched to the opening Bruce had made, where she grabbed the edges with fists bigger than hams and tore the hole larger like the metal was tissue paper.

     "Hole too small for Betty!" she roared, her voice shaking the lab more than the closing of the immense entrance door had. "Betty make hole bigger!"

     She crunched the shards she tore away into little balls, throwing them at the waste drum. They flew through the air and through the walls of the next three labs before embedding themselves in the wall of the fourth lab. Luckily it was late at night and the complex was deserted, except for her.

     "Betty is Hulk!" Betty roared, her voice blowing out the damaged wall at the back of the lab.

     Wearing only her blue panties, somehow still intact around her, although stretched way out of shape, Betty bounded through the hole and outside, still growing, now nine feet tall and 1400 pounds of raging, female muscle.

     "Teach Bruce lesson!" she bellowed to the night sky.

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     "Buh-buh-buh Betty! Put me down!" the miniscule man who was Bruce Banner, wearing only his torn pants, said. He was draped like a small doll across Betty the Hulk's left shoulder, held in place by one big finger with the nail painted green, as Betty/Hulk bashed twenty foot, thick boled trees aside, carrying Bruce back through the woods where she'd found him lying in the dirt among the trees after his Hulk persona had worn off.

     "Bruce be quiet!" Betty said. "Teach lesson!"

     They reached the lab in minutes after leaving the woods, Betty bounding high into the air, her big, green feet and legs pushing her up like rockets.

     The front door of the lab bounded away like it was shot from a rocket when Betty put her hand against it, and the 12 inch thick, almost solid titanium, internally iron-barred enforced door caved in when her fist punched through it so she could rip it right out of its frame and toss it aside.

     Bruce found himself on the floor, propping himself up on his elbows and looking up at Betty's beautiful, but much larger face. With two fingers, she grabbed the broom and dust pan, tossing them down on Brue's chest.

     "Bruce clean!" she said.

     Bruce was no fool. He started sweeping.

     "Betty stay mad till lab spic and span." she said, watching Bruce with approval, her head touching the ceiling of the ten foot high walled lab, her green hair hanging like a thick cloud around her shoulders bigger than the front of an Abrams tank, and a lot stronger. "Then we see!"

     Betty/Hulk smiled.

     The expression on Bruce's face made it all worthwhile, after all.