Marvel : Zombie verse of apocalypse

Deep within the reinforced labs of Stark Tower, Bruce Banner sat hunched over a cluttered workstation, surrounded by vials of glowing green liquid and stacks of data. His eyes were bloodshot from sleepless nights, and his mind raced as he poured over the results of SHIELD's experiments. The world was spiraling into chaos, and he felt powerless to stop it.

"I can't keep watching this happen," Bruce muttered to himself, his voice low and tinged with desperation. "We're running out of time."

The virus had evolved into a monster that no science seemed capable of containing. Tony Stark had tried everything—deploying drones, utilizing cutting-edge tech, even tapping into the resources of Wakanda. But nothing had worked. The virus was spreading faster than they could fight it.

A Bold Decision

Bruce knew there was only one way to make progress. The virus needed to be tested in real-time, inside a living host. But the stakes were too high to risk anyone else.

He stared at the vial of the virus sample, its green glow pulsating faintly. He knew the risks. Once infected, the odds of survival were almost zero, and even if he survived, there was no guarantee he'd be able to find a cure before the virus took full control.

But Bruce had a trump card: the Hulk.

"I can survive this," he said, his voice trembling slightly. "If the virus infects me, maybe—just maybe—it won't work the same way. The Hulk's immune system might hold it off long enough for me to find a solution."

Tony's voice came through the intercom. "Banner, you're not seriously thinking about injecting yourself, are you?"

Bruce froze. "You've been watching?"

Tony sighed. "Of course, I've been watching. You're working on the deadliest virus known to man, in my tower, no less. You really think I wouldn't have eyes on you?"

"I don't have a choice, Tony," Bruce said, turning to face the nearest camera. "This virus is spreading faster than we can stop it. If we don't find a cure, there won't be a world left to save. And I'm the only one who might be able to survive this test."

Tony's tone shifted, his frustration clear. "And what if you don't survive? What if the virus infects the Hulk? You could make things worse—way worse."

Bruce hesitated. "I've thought about that. But if I don't try, billions of people will die. If there's even a chance that I can stop this, I have to take it."

There was a long silence before Tony responded. "Fine. But if you go green and start rampaging, I'm taking you down, big guy. Don't make me regret this."

The Injection

Bruce prepared the syringe, his hands steady despite the storm raging inside his mind. He took a deep breath, rolled up his sleeve, and positioned the needle against his vein.

"Here goes nothing," he whispered.

The moment the virus entered his bloodstream, Bruce felt a wave of heat rush through his body. His vision blurred, and his muscles tensed as the virus began to take hold. He stumbled back, clutching the edge of the table for support.

Pain seared through his veins, and he fell to his knees, gasping for breath. The Hulk roared inside him, fighting against the foreign invader with all its might.

Tony's voice crackled through the intercom. "Banner! Talk to me! What's happening?"

Bruce couldn't respond. His body convulsed as the virus and the Hulk battled for control. His skin flickered between green and normal, his eyes glowing faintly as the transformation began.

The Hulk's Resistance

Inside Bruce's mind, the Hulk raged against the virus. The creature's raw strength and regenerative abilities clashed with the virus's mutative properties, creating a battlefield unlike anything Bruce had ever experienced.

He could feel the virus trying to rewrite his DNA, to turn him into something monstrous. But the Hulk refused to yield.

"Not... me..." the Hulk growled, its voice echoing in Bruce's head.

Bruce felt a surge of hope. If the Hulk could resist the virus, maybe they could find a way to neutralize it entirely.

A Glimmer of Hope

Hours passed before Bruce finally regained control. He lay on the floor of the lab, drenched in sweat but still alive. The virus hadn't killed him, and more importantly, it hadn't turned him into a zombie.

Tony burst into the room, followed closely by Natasha Romanoff.

"You look terrible," Natasha said, her tone dry but her eyes filled with concern.

Bruce managed a weak smile. "Thanks. I feel terrible."

Tony scanned Bruce with a handheld device. "Your vitals are... insane, but stable. Whatever's happening in your bloodstream, it's not like anything I've seen before."

Bruce pulled himself to his feet, his legs shaky. "The Hulk held it off. I think... I think I might have a way to stop this."

Natasha crossed her arms. "You'd better be sure, Bruce. The last thing we need is a Hulk zombie running loose."

Bruce nodded. "I need more time to study what's happening in my body. If I can isolate the Hulk's resistance to the virus, we might be able to synthesize a cure."

The Clock Is Ticking

As Bruce returned to his work, the weight of the world rested heavily on his shoulders. He had bought them some time, but the virus was still spreading, and the infected were growing more numerous and more aggressive.

Outside Stark Tower, the city was descending further into chaos. The infected roamed the streets, their glowing green eyes a chilling reminder of the plague that threatened to consume the world.

In the distance, a faint roar echoed through the city—a sound that sent shivers down Bruce's spine.

The virus wasn't done fighting.

To be continued...