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Hulk smashes, without the capitals.
Date of Scene: 25 June 2022
Location: Long Island
Synopsis: A smashing summer's day in Montauk.
Cast of Characters: Bruce Banner, Greg Rollins, Cheyenne Brawley, Simon Williams, Gabby Kinney, Cain Marko




Bruce Banner has posed:
It's beautiful in Montauk this time of year. On the northeastern most tip of Long Island, Lake Montauk laps against the rocky shore and the tall grass sways in the salty sea breeze. It is a picturesque, ideal vacation spot ... or would be if it hadn't freaking e x p l o d e d about twenty minutes ago.

A seaside bar by the name of 'Tutt's Tavern' practically blew apart, sending sea-grey wood and plasterboard flying in all directions. From the smokey rubble emerged an impossibly broad and tall man with emerald green skin, clutching a warped and twisted bar stool in one mammoth hand.

"LEAVE HULK ALONE!" he shouts, with the sort of voice that carries for miles, and stomps out into the street with asphalt-splitting footsteps.

"STUPID FISH MAN!"

Greg Rollins has posed:
Greg was really just flying around. Peaceful night, nothing going on. And he enjoyed flying. The silvery suit and glitering trail was noticeable at night, but not as blinding as during the day time.

That being said, he didn't expect to have to suddenly dodge multiple debris from who knows where so suddenly as he was flying and ended up having to do just that.

Pulling up afterwards, he starts to look for where said debris landed as well as the cause. That, and he tapped into the local frequencies just to check.

"And I thought this might be a quiet night for flying." He says.

With that, he starts to glide downwards, wary and looking for those that need help now. At least the yelling has him a bit concerned. The Hulk is something on the internet and one of those that he's sure Happy Harbor heroic types have told him to avoid like nothing else. Usually.

Cheyenne Brawley has posed:
     Ambling along the summer moonlit strand of a faded grey wooden boardwalk strides a young man, none other than Cheyenne Brawley, dressed in a black suit, bedazzled hardware glittering around his belt and wrists. With a half-eaten fried haddock fillet halfway up to his open mouth, jaw so slack it rests on his shirt collar, the Texan tracks the green-skinned monster emerging from the wreckage of Tutt's Tavern with his own green eyes. "Hot damn," he mutters to himself before holding a sad moment of silence for his uneaten fries as they begin to soggify in a puddle of malt vinegar, set down on a post in the nearby wooden railing. Huffing a short sigh, he rubs his palms together, then rests his hands on his hips. "Where's Tiny when you need him..." Reluctance written in his body language as if in words, he sets out, slowly, in the behemoth's direction.

Simon Williams has posed:
CODE GREEN.

Apparently the Avenger get up to besides pool parties and the occasional book signing. Sometimes they try to level Montauk and other Avengers are called in to maybe take a shot at minimizing that damage.

Simon Williams, Wonder Man, sails through the air sheathed in crackling ionic energy, his dark hair whipping about in the wind. He was just at a hair appointment, and this will likely ruin all of that cosmetologist's hard work...or it could launch a new trend.

<<I've got eyes on him,>> Simon comms back to Avengers HQ. <<It's a hell of an initiation, I'll give you that.>>

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby was spending more time in New York the past several days in an effort to spend time with family, and reconnect with friends she hadn't seen in awhile. Unfortunately many were busy with other things. After all, most had grown up and were in families of their own now. She was always the youngest of the group and now... now she had more free time to wander around reaquanting herself with the city when she'd intended to do otherwise.

Either way it was still a vacation.

At least until there's an explosion and some debris crashes by her that she's quick to roll out of the way of. Just in time to end up sprawled on the street watching as Hulk comes barreling down.

"Woah, someone ticked him off. Uh. Hiiii do you like icecream?" She offers somewhat weekly by the sidelines.

Cain Marko has posed:
Someone must have a cruel sense of humor because Cheyenne's wish is..well..granted! Tiny is here.

A meeting with a potential client here, picking up a delivery there and all the assorted things inbetween..it's easy to find oneself in the most bizarre places and in the wrong place at the wrong time and when you're as mobile as Cain Marko tends to be this is a common occurrence. One minute you're wrapping up arrangements with a potential future employer and the next your eardrums are rattling from the roar of an all too familiar bellow coming from just over yonder.

And so, good Mr. Marko emerges from a fairly nondescript alleyway, a small package gripped in one of his monstrous hands as, behind him, his contacts slip away with emergent terror on their faces.

"Is that who I think it is...?" he rumbles while moving in the opposite direction of the panicking populace and towards the epic center of the roar. They flow around him as if he were a boulder moving upstream and as he gets close enough to finally see the jade giant, his eyes widen slightly before narrowing just a touch into a look of thin lipped annoyance.

"Aw great. Huh..I was wantin' a rematch with jade jaws but I got things t'do! Figures..aint no local good-guys around to deal with it. Imma have to do their jobs for 'em!"

Still, he seems on the fence, wrestling with the boiling urge to conduct acts of mass destruction just to satisfy his ego over minding business and getting going with mercenary themed task he'd opted to occupy his time with. Cyttorak desires destruction but Marko can be a stubborn SOB when he's already got an agenda in mind.

That is..until he espies Gabby and his eyes widen once more, pupils dilating in uncharacteristic alarm as he sees her, a distance away, but still within the path of the approaching titan. "..Oh boy."

Bruce Banner has posed:
Even as the heroic types (Hulk heroic type, too, just misunderstood) converge on Montauk, the Hulk pauses in the middle of the street. The local police have cordoned off the area, giving him an incredibly wide berth. The locals have scattered, and miraculously there's been no actual injury to anyone - just property damage. A fact that most avid Hulk-followers (Hulkamaniacs? No. Not that.) are aware - the Hulk somehow manages to leave incredible trails of destruction without actually leaving anyone hurt or dead. That's the Banner influence, baby.

He stands there outside the rubble of the tavern, pacing back and forth angrily. He snorts noisily out of his nose, glaring back over his shoulder. Not looking, he bumps into a nearby 2006 Honda Ridgeline and glares at it before flipping it onto its roof with a lazy backhasnd.

His eyes turned to the sky, they narrow at the sight of Wonder Man.

"Romance on Mars derivative of Titanic! Cameron catch lightning in bottle - "

The offer of ice cream draws his attention and he turns to Gabby, crouching down as though trying to get at eye-level but still towering over the mutant. He looks at the ice cream, sniffing the air with a mean frown on his green face. He reaches out, giving her a noogie that ruffles her hair with the tip of one gigantic finger.

"Small," he snorts.

Greg Rollins has posed:
The silver suited alien comes down on the street. And a light flashes across the viewing part of his visor. He looks carefully, then tilts his head. "Gabby?"

Odd coincedence aside, the Hulk doesn't seem to be causing any problems so far. Other than massive property damage. That no one is hurt is a miracle, perhaps. As the alien looks around, scanning with his suit's audio sensors as he tries to make sure no one else is in the way at the moment.

He lowers his mental shields to try to focus on Gabby, but well... there's a problem he didn't anticipate alright. The Hulk and his own empathy that he sometimes forgets about. Greg has to hold his head in sheer pain and actually falls to his knees where he stands. "A-anger... so much anger..."

Cheyenne Brawley has posed:
     Tension eases from the Texan's body like water from a sponge as he watches the gentle green giant address a little girl with affection, even as the familar sight of Simon Williams is taken in on his peripheral vision. This will be a piece of cake, he thinks, though he joins the police in giving Banner a wide berth.
     "Hey brother," calls Cheyenne in his casual drawl, an inadvertant impression of another Hulk, "wouldn't you like to go for a swim?" He gestures to the nearby sea. "Mighty cool, after a long hot day - though not so much as it was for poor Jack. I was just about to hop in mys..." He realizes that he recognizes that teenager's voice, esepecially when the words 'ice cream' are spoken, and does a double-take, even as Rollins spills the beans plainly.
     "Gabby-girl, are you alright?" Buster's instincts take over and he strides in her direction, palms outstrethed to give her a hand up, though he has the presence of mind to add while glancing at the elephantine emerald figure: "what flavor would you like, mister? Place down the pier makes a nice maple walnut."

Simon Williams has posed:
<<I'm closing in,>> Simon comms before he's swooping down and his red-booted feet are skidding along the ground, kicking up a plume of dirt and debris.

<<Yeah, he's right in front of->> Simon trails off, frowning as he hears Banner.

"What did you just say to me?" he asks, standing up straight and looking over to the Hulk. "How can Romance on Mars be derivative of Titanic? Romance on Mars is on Mars! It's in the name! And it's not a cruise liner, it's a commercial hauling vessel! And don't even get me started on Cameron. Everybody knows he's a hack. Waaah, he made 'Aliens'; who cares? Gotta make a hundred 'Aliens' to make up for 'Avatar'," Simon says, marching towards Bruce, the aura of ionic energy whipping into a frenzy around him.

Never meet your heroes, Cheyenne.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney doesn't flinch back or scream when Hulk crouches down beside her. The short teen girl who was currently wearing a sundress and high-top sneakers (bein all stylish out here), was half sprawled/half sitting on the ground keeping her icecream cone upright the whole time. The finger that reaches out to boop the top of her head earns a bright grin from her in response. "Yeah, I'm short, I get it from my dad. I think you guys have fought together before. I'm Gabby!"

In spite of how it may seem, she WAS aware of the situation going on around her. The blockade being set up, the sirens going off, and even the approach of choppers. They were all familiar noises to her that she finds suddenly crashing in on her due to her enhanced hearing.

Greg calling out to her earns a soft nod in his direction, and then Cheyenne has stepped over as well offering her a hand up. It's taken with a laugh, and she nods. "Yeah of course I'm okay, I was just meeting my new friend here," she adds gesturing toward the Hulk. Only to pause when Simon comes stalking up.

"Welp. Someone has issues with movies."

Cain Marko has posed:
There is a flash of crimson light.. The entire area begins to shake violently as the resounding thunderous rumbles of -toom- -Thoom- -THOOM- begin rocking the area. The shockwaves from their continued impacts causing windows to break, cracks to spiral through the pavements, and additional arms to sound, all caused by the steadily increasing force of pounding footsteps.

The Juggernaut approaches. Cain's size swells, his body enlarging and piling on mountainous ranges of sinew as the physical power of Juggernaut manifests more and more visually and his crimson armor and helmet whirls into being around him.

Crimson energy trails from blazing eyes as he crashes down the streets, crushing, thankfully long abandoned, cars under foot as he treads onward. Some flipping and tumbling away as he brushes past and bears down on the other behemoth and the young mutant before him.

"GET OUTTA THE WAY GABBY!" he bellows, voice booming with the same rumbling force and volume of The Hulks previous cry. Gabby and those near her will have an instant to react to his cry and he trusts that she's at least capable of doing so but at the last instant he actually espies and seems to recognize Cheyenne and likewise realizes that Simon had also moved right into the general field of the crimson behemoths range of attack. And it's a big range being he's a big big man. This is what he gets for focusing so much on Gabby! He makes an attempt to shift slightly opting to not go for a swing and opting now for a shoulder charge at The Hulk as opposed to a full strength swing for the sake of her own potential proximity to the two giants.

So congratulations guys! You've not only calmed a Hulk but by making friends with Juggernaut you've confused him enough to get him to exert some...uh..restraint?

Bruce Banner has posed:
"Short, hairy man," the Hulk grunts at Gabby, "Claws."

The emerald giant seems to ponder this for a moment before jabbing that giant finger at Gabby decisively (but harmlessly) and declaring: "Baby Claws."

He seems almost about to settle down, to fall into a seated position, when the approaching figures disturb him. He frowns at Cheyenne, rising to his feet and squaring his fists at his sides. Greg's sudden remark about the anger seems to make said anger flare brighter. Simon draws another huff from him as he begins to stomp away, the asphalt torn up with potholes in his wake.

"Leave Hulk alo -- !"

Then he's struck by the Juggernaut's shoulder, and the pair of them tumble back. The clapboard house has stood there since the turn of the last century, and now it's in splinters. They travel over a hundred yards together, the Hulk letting out an angry roar all the while. When they stop, he brings up one hand in an attempt to backhand Cain away. Unlike the gentle Juggernaut, he's not holding back.

Greg Rollins has posed:
Greg looks up at the call of well... oh great.

He manages to get the shields back on in his suit before he shakes his head, moving to the side and watching to make sure he can at least get Gabby out of there. Healing or not, being turned into so much mush by super strong individuals would probably be something hard to heal back from.

And the fight between two big freaking powerhouses has him staring a bit. That there's a wide berth is the good thing. That they just destroyed one hell of an old house has him even more staring.

"People sure are violent on this world." Once the Hulk and Juggernaught are well over thattaway, he moves forward to get by Gabby and co.

"So... uh... just what do we do in this situation, because I doubt I can really stun either one. Maybe slow them?" He says towards the other heroic types.

Cheyenne Brawley has posed:
     Cheyenne Brawley's eyes grow wider in proportion to the volume of Marko's approaching footsteps. "Damn it Tiny, knock it off," he hollers, identifying the man's voice at once, but to no avail. In the moments before the two titans collide - he wonders which is the ill-fated White Star Line vessel, and which is the iceberg - he crosses the distance between himself and Gabby in a couple of leaps. Crouching behind her with hands pressed to the ground, he exerts himself in some unseen effort, and a crystalline dome, several inches thick, springs up around and over the pair in a matter of a few seconds - countless subtle facets glint and glitter on its outer surface, and it seems to move almost like shaken jello, but with a sound like aluminum foil crunching against itself, then freezes solid in place.
     "Uh," he stammers, sparing a glance for each of Rollins and Williams, "maybe we just let them have it out?" He swallows hard. "You know, like a couple of dogs. They'll work it all out, and then we can have a beer later." As an afterthought to Gabby, barely above a whisper, "What was that about claws?"

Simon Williams has posed:
It's unfortunate that Simon is seeing red, because that means he's not seeing the other red that's running up behind him.

Wonder Man is /very/ strong, it must be said. He is not, however, anything more than a 250 pound man on the surface. This is the reason that he's ground into the dirt under the charging Juggernaut. Like actually into the ground, some few feet under the pavement.

The passing of another valiant hero. Truly a titan of entertainment and heroism, Simon Williams will be missed, and his In Memoriam segment at the upcoming Academy Awards will be a real tear jerker.

Oh wait, he's fine.

Bursting out of the ground, with his halo of bright red energy flaring even more brightly around him, Simon whips another broken pair of sunglasses off of his face and lets loose a roar, a beam of ionic energy blasting out of his mouth and towards Cain and Bruce.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
"Cain!?" That was not the person that needed to come in on this. Gabby goes from rather relaxed to suddenly very, very concerned. She does move though true to his call reaching out to grasp hold of Cheyenne with one hand and Greg with the other to tug them further back on the sidewalk toward the building behind them. It wasn't much of a tug but it was stronger than expected for a girl of her size.

"Well shoot. I know them both and could calm them both down but..." Then Simon bursts out causing a grimace. "Okay. THREE angry sorts, I am not getting in the middle of that." A huff of breath is let out, along with a quick, curt nod more to herself than anything.

"Gex, what we DO is we keep others from getting in the way of them and getting smooshed. Crowd control and reduce as much damage as we can," she declares while she rolls up her sleeves. It wasn't much to roll up, really, but the gesture is there.

Cheyenne's quiet question about claws causes her to grin. Her fists lift up, and she *pumps* her arms with a little flex causing a claw from the back of each hand to SHKKT out. They weren't metallic like others in her family, but they did look sharp and held a bit of a glow that was hard to see with the sunlight out. "THESE claws. I'm not just a one trick pony." They slip away again and she lifts her head. "Now for real, crowd control if we can and stay out of the way otherwise."

Cain Marko has posed:
The emerald fist lands with a resounding *KATHOOOOM* that triggers seismometers and blasts another shockwave through the area that is, thankfully, clear of harming any bystanders due to the distance the two giants have travelled. And yet..

Well there's that whole unstoppable thing. A trump card. A cheat code. Everyone's got a catch phrase and that's one of his! And it is quite literally (mostly) true.. or at least true enough that the impact of Hulk's fist , though ti lands with the force of a building exploding, crater forming, bomb, does not push the other behemoth backwards as he instead continues pressing forward into the green goliath..intent on shoving him backwards even more and this time bringing the might of his own swings into the equation.

But some distance has now been created between the two as a result of the strike and Juggernaut pauses, though his body braces for contnued assaults.

"Man...what a punch! I think that almost took my helmet off.. You know..maybe this is gonna be fun after all---"

His eyes widen as his body is illuminated by the rushing glow of the incoing iconic energy and he turns away from Hulk just in time for the blast to come colliding into him. He grimaces, holding his ground and raising a monstrous hand up to push against the blazing assault but now has his back turned to the green goliath. "Hey! What the--!!!"

Bruce Banner has posed:
The Hulk lets out an angry grunt when his backhand fails to uproot Cain. He snorts noisily, lifting up a hand to press his palm against the Juggernaut's face. Broad fingers looking to worm their way through the eyeholes, gamma-enhanced strength seeking to tear that domed helmet from his head. He is about to yank with all his might when the ionic blast hits him.

"NYARGH!"

Shreds of green flesh are peeled away by the force, only to immediately grow back. Unlike Cain, he's not unstoppable (at least not in the same way) and he topples backwards through the rubble. His skin is steaming as it grows back, half his face now completely bereft of hair - no eyebrow, no stubble, no unkempt green-black hair. He reaches up to touch it, letting out an angry shout.

"STUPID SUNGLASSES MAN!"

Greg Rollins has posed:
The fact that what was a sentient pancake is now firing some serious firepower has Gex, as Gabby identified him, looking at the two with him. "Sounds like a plan."

Then he looks at Gabby's claws and huhs. "I see why you didn't tell me about those. Neat." He begins to look around before spreading his arm wings again and lifting upwards. "Um... yeah. Most of it seems contained. I'm... not hearing heartbeats so far, so that's a good sign. Filtering out the three overgrown behemoths. Especially Pancake's now."

He looks to Gabby and Cheyenne. "Kinda odd how this hasn't gotten worse in injuries so far, huh?"

Cheyenne Brawley has posed:
     Buster abides in his own mental world of private revelation. Claws. Gabby-girl has claws. A hamster wheel turns in his head, and a light - albeit a dim one - turns on when he, at long last, puts several context clues together. That means her father is... A smile of Grinch proportions inexorably spreads across his face, while his eyes glitter with fanboy starlight. "That is SO COOL!" He marvels at her claws whilst they are extended, then snaps out of his geekery-induced stupor when they are retracted.
     A blow from the Hulk in the epic rough-and-tumble not far away sweeps his hair, and he twists the bill of his ballcap around to the back. He looks to Greg, clears his throat, looks back to Gabby, and clears his throat again. "Should I try to stop them? I mean, peacemaker-like." He removes his suit jacket, folds it neatly, and drapes it over a handrail leading in to a curio shop. Meanwhile his gemstone dome has evaporated into thin air. "I think I can stop them..."

Simon Williams has posed:
"Hands off," Simon orders Cain, floating slowly towards him after the energy bombard has ceased.

"Let him go. This is a conversation between me and him," Simon says, gesturing between himself and the Hulk. "Unless you've got any hot takes about Romance on Mars," he adds, popping his neck as he continues his slow approach.

"Hulk..." he begins. "Me and that nerd inside you need to have a talk, alright? Why don't you just let Bruce take the wheel for a little while? You can take a backseat and...I don't know...theory craft about the Avatar sequels."

Gabby Kinney has posed:
"It's New York, this is not the first time they've had some heavy hitters go at one another," Gabby explains to the pair she was with while she tips her head up to glance around. Side to side. And further down the street as well. "Yeah. I guess I'm in the 'family business' as it were," she mentions about the now disapeared claws again. "So... Usually when things like this happen I go ahead and do crowd control. Even if most are off the streets there's still likely some in the buildings. Got to be careful about them too. Keep an eye out for where you need to go, who might need rescued."

The mentioned part of calming them down has her look over with concern. "I mean you could try but I don't know how good an idea it is. Juggernaut's going to be the more logical of the two, much as he is, but I don't know about glow-boy there."

Cain Marko has posed:
The area around Juggernaut is a scorched blasted wasteland now with save streaks of surviving property shaped in his silhouette from where the energy bombardment rushed into his massive frame but was blocked by his figure. Smoke smoulders from his exposed flesh and his armor but he seems to have weathered it well enough, which would be unsurrpising to Simon no doubt.

"Wha.." he rumbles, lowering his hand finally as the Avenger draws closer. He blinks, looking briefly flabbergasted and at a loss for words before bellowing in frustration, "What're you mad at me for! I'm out here doing -yer- job and -I'm- the bad guy that's gotta let 'im go?"

He looks around, arms spread out to his sides in exasperation as he turns from side to side as if indicating the devestation in the area, "I..what...arrrgghh."

There is that little voice in his head that nags at him that maybe Gabby wasn't in any danger after all but he ends up shoving that all aside and just throws his arms upwards in a dismissive gesture. "You know what?! Fine. I'm gone!"

It seems a firmly worded request can stop The Juggernaut!

Bruce Banner has posed:
"No Banner!"

The Hulk doesn't lash out at Simon, rather slamming a hand into the ground hard enough to send an awful tremor circling out from it for miles. He pushes himself up to his feet, huffing angrily and pacing irritably from side to side.

"No Banner! No Banner! No Banner!"

It's the equivalent of a toddler throwing a tantrum, stomping left and right through the rubble. But as he speaks, his tone becomes less and less furious. Almost lethargic, as though he's overtaken by fatigue. He begins to walk away, ignoring both Cain and Simon, still muttering.

"Stupid ... Banner ... "

He lets out a yawn, reaching out a hand to casually topple a chimney into a pile of bricks and lying down on it much like a wild animal may make an impromptu nest. His eyes close, and a moment later he's replaced with a naked man who might be lucky to weigh a hundred and thirty pounds soaking wet. Doctor Banner sits up with a groan, reaching up to touch the bald half of his face and letting out a frightened yelp.

" ... oh god ... "

His eyes slowly turn up to Simon, and though Wonder Man appears as little more than a blur for him in this state he can still make out the glow well enough to know who he's looking at.

"Simon ... hey. Got any spare pants?"

Greg Rollins has posed:
Greg stares, then looks to Gabby and Cheyenne, "Uh... big red guy's stomping off that way. Not sure what Pancake is doing, and Hulk kinda... well... deflated? Looks normal for you humans."

He drops back down to land near the two and sighs, then looks to Gabby. "Please tell me encounters like this are not that common? If so, I may need to figure out bigger guns or something for my suit."

Looking back towards Simon and the de-Hulked Hulk, the silver suited teen zooms in with his visor and his hearing to make sure they are not about to get violent. Really.

Cheyenne Brawley has posed:
     "Hot damn," Buster says, merely externalizing his own train of thought, though loud enough for others to hear, "I never thought I'd see the day that Tiny would let another man 'order' him to do anything." The aftershock of the Hulk's tantrum seems to have rattled away any ideas he might have been toying with, when it comes to interfering in their battle royale. "I mean, when Bane gave him guff the other day, Tiny handled him right quick. Pew," he says while sharply flicking a finger, "and he wasn't even wearing his armor at the time. Dang man, I tell y'all what, Mr. Williams must be even tougher than I thought if he can make Tiny tuck his tail between his legs and run." He chuckles, clearly reveling once more in fanboy mode, though he eventually cops on to the fact that the green giant has transformed and he gawks at that for a split second as well. He shares a look with both Greg and Gabby, "I'll never get used to this place, you know what I mean, jelly bean?"

Simon Williams has posed:
Sliding a new pair of red-lensed aviators from a pouch on his belt, Simon flips them open and slides on over his eyes.

"I appreciate the assist, Juggernaut. Don't like nine foot tall vigilantes wailing on my friends, though," Simon says, looking the man over for a time before he's walking over to Bruce

It's a little-known Avengers secret that the Mansion has a Code Green closet full of go-bags with a change of clothes and a glasses case. Simon pulls the pouch from the back of his belt and sets it down next to Bruce.

"I'm sorry for getting mad at you, Banner, but you know how much Romance on Mars means to me. My first real shot at a dramatic roll, and it was panned? /I/ was great," he says, resting a hand on his chest.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
"Oh." Gabby straightens from her tense ready-to-go posture to a far more relaxed one while watching the de-escalating of issues play out with a bit of surprise. Juggernaut's stomping off earns a little sigh while she reaches up to scratch the back of her head ruffling her hair in the moment. "I'm gonna owe Juggs like seven buckets of chicken for this." Rather than let him get TOO far though, she cups her hands around her mouth to yell out, "THANK YOU JUGGS!"

Maybe she should have just phoned him instead of yelling the nickname.

A glance is cast between Cheyenne and Greg then with a grin as she seems plenty okay in spite of the whole incident. "Thanks for hopping in, too, by the way. Though really it takes a lot to keep me down." Nevermind it would be MESSY in the meantime. She would get up again eventually. "So ah. Huh. Now what."

Cain Marko has posed:
"Don't gimme that." sneers Juggernaut at Simon. "I stepped in cause..." Because he thought his friend was in danger? Because he thought another guy who -seems- like he might be a decent chap was in danger? Because maybe, just maybe, Hulk might have hurt someone even if unintentionally, "..because you were busy signing autographs for bad movies instead of getting here on time. Yer lucky I was here.."

He turns now, walking away with thundering steps whiel muttering, "Wailin' on yer friends, my ass..."

But he -is- withdrawing. Even he's not so much of a jerk to just keep fighting for its own sake. He's no mindless monster. Or so he tries to remind himself.

The use of a 'nickname' does cause im to wince as he reaches up and removes his helmet with a flash of red light, looking it over with a frown to note the finger grooves dug into it from Hulks earlier efforts. "You kids okay?" he rumbles at Gabby and then looks to Cheyenne and then finally to Greg who ..gets a few blinks. "Uh.."

Bruce Banner has posed:
"I ... what?"

There's no recollection in Banner's eyes. He's got all the coherence of a drunk waking up from the mother of all hangovers, and everything that preceded it is just a messy, angry blur. He rises to his feet, fishing through the bag and donning the clothes within. He finds himself wearing board shorts and a t-shirt that reads 'I'm With Stupid' and an arrow pointing up instead of to either side. He looks down at it for a moment.

"Lovely."

Then he fishes a prescription pair of glasses out and slips them on, blinking owlishly as vision returns.

"Uh ... did you bring a Quinjet or ... ?" He sighs, "I don't want to be carried back to the Mansion, Simon. It's embarassing."

Greg Rollins has posed:
Gex looks at Juggernaught, then shrugs. "I'm an alien."

As if that explains everything.

He looks to Gabby and Cheyenne, "I'm going to do a quick fly over to make sure no one got hurt. My suit should be able to pick up any cries for help or heartbeats and I'll be scanning telepathically."

Then he crouches before taking off into the sky and starting to fly over the damaged area, scanning as he goes with just what he said.

Cheyenne Brawley has posed:
     "Ice cream?" says Cheyenne in response to Gabby's inquiry, "the place down the walk really does have a mean selection - if they're still open, that is." He waves farewell to the self-professed alien and calls: "Don't be a stranger now, it was a pleasure," he struggles to find the right words, "hanging out with you."
     Sliding into his jacket once more, the Texan ambles in Cain's direction. "That was a hell of a tackle, buddy," he says looking up, then up some more, "I mean, Lawrence Taylor, Ray Lewis, AND Dick Butkus would have tripped over each other to get out of the way." Checking over his shoulder to see if the others are coming, he adds to the massive man, "we're talking about getting some grub. You want in? My treat."

Simon Williams has posed:
"I'll make sure to thank you at the next Golden Globes...Juggs," Wonder Man remarks over his shoulder towards the big man.

"Picked that one out myself," Simon says, pointing to Bruce's shirt. His hands clench into fists and press onto his hips. "Sorry, Bruce. I'm afraid you're flying Air Simon today. No in-flight entertainment, but there is a meal," he explains, sliding a Wonder Man Power Bar (that's been almost completely crushed) from another pouch on his belt and tossing it to Bruce. "It's full of electrolytes. I've heard plants crave it."

He holds his arms out for Bruce to climb into. "Hop on up, baby bird; I gotcha."

"And don't think I can't hear you over there, Brawley. Always good to see you, bud," he calls out to Cheyenne. He flashes him a wink that's someone diminished by the presence of the glasses.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney steps over to greet Cain as he approaches them asking if they're okay. Without asking or hesitating she throws her arms around him in a quick hug that takes her up off her feet so that she can get a good grip on his sides. Hah. "Thanks," she offers quieter in a more serious tone.

Then she lets him have his pride back by hopping away and waving up toward Greg. "See you around! Thanks for the help!" Even if really it didn't go anywhere it was always good to know someone was willing to step in and help. As for the mention of icecream? "I can always go for icecream. I don't think that's even a question."

Cain Marko has posed:
Juggernaut doesn't look over his shoulder but Cheyenne, Gabby and probably even Greg, can see and feel his brief look of infuriated rage and annoyance. Simon, it seems, will have the last word though Gabby's hug also helps as it distracts him from any acidic response. H looks ready to address her but then pauses as CHeyenne snaps his attention towards him and Cain just blinks.

"Man you're two cents short of a buck, hayseed.." belts out Juggernaut with a laugh that is..actually sincere and truly good humored. Did Buster finally break him?

"I'm a super villain, man! At least, that's what the media calls me. I can't go have -ice cream- with you! Hollywood over there is doin' me a favor for steppin' on with Hulk and steppin' down when he asked me to cause normally he'd probably be trying to take me in right now. I can't hang around here. SHIELD might pop up any minute."

He replaces his helmet with a flash of red light and he grins a little bit, "See you folks around.." And with that, he's off.

Cheyenne Brawley has posed:
     The Texan shakes his head vehemently in Cain's direction, calling after him: "Hell no, cousin. I know a villain when I see one, and Tiny ain't no loco peligroso. You can have ice cream with Gabby and I any time you want, or somebody will have to answer to me." He affirms this with a sharp nod, but doesn't carry on for long, since THE Unstoppable Juggernaut is fading from earshot.
     He tips the bill of his cap at Wonder Man, after turning it back the right way around, and flashes a smile. "Don't even pretend like you don't know: I'm your biggest fan, Mr. Williams."
     His attention returns to Gabby. "Wanna share a cab into Brooklyn? I found a new spot owned by a Turkish immigrant family - best pistacchio I've -ever- had." He waggles his eyebrows. "And, we can discuss a little idea that might interest you."