NOVEL WEB Chapter 25: Chapter 25: "Green Rage and Emerald Fire" (Revised)
The Asgardian hall's rune-scarred ruin sank into a smoky hush, Sif's forged heat a fading echo as he spun the Mask in his hand, its grin glinting off cracked torches casting unsteady light. Her vow—"I'll clash with you again"—rang like tempered steel as he slid it on, green light erupting, the zoot suit snapping into place with a reckless swagger. "Time to wrestle the green titan," he murmured, stepping through splintered debris to a flickering portal.
A roar tore through the night—raw, seismic, rattling the city's core. The ground buckled, and Hulk erupted from a street, fists smashing pavement into jagged dust, emerald skin a gleam under fractured lights. "Hulk smash chaos!" he bellowed, voice a primal quake that shook the air, hurling a car in a spinning arc—concrete cratered where it struck, metal twisting with a tortured scream. Gamma rage pulsed around him, a tempest of brute force bending the dark.
The Mask's rasp sliced through his mind, wild and eager: "Big green's here, kid. Slam him back." "Hulk, huh?" he grinned, stretching an arm to weave through the car's wreckage, asphalt fracturing beneath. "Masquerade—chaos bows to no fist!" The charisma surged, a rogue flare, but Hulk's eyes blazed, unswayed, charging—fists crashed down like falling mountains. He bent fluidly, unleashing a vortex of green chaos that warped a punch, redirecting it into a wall—sparks flared as stone crumbled in a jagged heap.
Hulk roared, swinging again with earth-shaking force—he twisted high, a pulse of shimmering tendrils clashing against the giant's knuckles, the street quaking under the impact's boom. Gamma fists splintered a storefront—he flowed like ink, chaos shards sparking against Hulk's skin, a violent dance of power and defiance. The rage tightened—then a new figure leapt in, green and lithe, dark hair a cascade against her suit's gleam. She-Hulk landed hard, Jennifer Walters' strength brushing his green haze in a fiery, gamma-charged jolt. "Your chaos is rocking the block," she said, voice a lawyer's edge laced with a grin, syncing with his tendrils in a warm, emerald pulse.
The Mask purred, low and ravenous: "Green fire's here, kid. Kindle her." "She-Hulk?" he laughed, dodging Hulk's next swing, the air humming with the fist's fury. "Emerald blaze with the punch? I'm Masquerade—chaos runs untamed!" Her power flared, threading with his chaos, caught in the pull—a flicker of amusement lit her sharp, green eyes. "You're… unstoppable," she murmured, her smirk bending under his wild heat. Hulk bellowed, "Hulk smash both!" but she seized his arm, stretching them through a wall into a wrecked gym as gamma fists cratered the pavement behind.
The gym was a shambles—weights toppled like fallen soldiers, mirrors cracked in spiderweb fractures, the city's rumble a muted thud beyond. She-Hulk slammed him onto a bench, her strength a gamma-forged tide, tearing his suit with hands pulsing with raw power. "You're a wildfire," she growled, but her lips met his, a fierce clash of grit and defiance, her emerald fire surging through. His shirt shredded under her grip, and he tugged her suit down—fabric peeled away, baring green skin kissed by taut muscle, her breath a sharp hiss as his hands traced her—over honed curves, sinking into her radiant core, fingers clawing at her gamma-charged heat.
"Wildfires blaze," he growled, lifting her with a surge. Her legs locked around him, thighs rippling with gamma might, and they crashed onto a mat—rubber tore, shuddering beneath them. Her suit fell fully, skin gleaming like a polished emerald in the dim light, and he stripped her bare—muscle sculpted her form, a warrior's glow beneath the green. His mouth roamed—neck, chest, the pulse where gamma met flesh—drawing a moan, deep and rolling, laced with a titan's echo. When he entered—slow, then fierce—her cry was a burst of force, weights skittering across the floor in a rattling chorus.
The Mask blazed, amplifying every jolt—the molten sear of her core, the tremor of her gasps, the grinding rhythm as she met him, relentless and forged. The gym twisted—mirrors shattering, weights trembling in midair—as she rode him, hair a wild cascade, eyes glowing green with untamed want. Her climax erupted like a gamma quake, energy surging, cracking the bench into splinters, and he spilled into her, a torrent that made the Mask howl, green sparks threading through her emerald sheen. A seed took root, chaos and gamma fused, and they slumped, slick with sweat, her weight atop him a smoldering, humming anchor.
She-Hulk's smirk gleamed as her breath steadied, a faint spark in her gaze. "You're a blaze, Masquerade—too wild to pin." "Blazes need a fire," he grinned, her heat still coiling in his veins. She rose, suit snapping back with a crack, her glance a mix of grin and hunger. "I'll hit you again." She leapt through a shattered window, a green streak against the night, leaving him with the Mask, its voice a smug hum: "Twenty-five down, kid. The fury's fracturing."
He rose, the gym a ruin of cracked stone and scattered iron, Hulk's roars a fading growl beyond. She-Hulk's fire, Sif's blade, Clea's flame, Nova's blaze, Rogue's lightning, Namor's storm, Natasha's sting, Mantis' grace, Bobby's frost, Jean's fire, Venom's bite, Pepper's spark, Nebula's steel, Psylocke's edge, Kitty's phase, Emma's mind, Sue's shield, Gamora's blade, Carol's radiance, Mystique's fluidity, Storm's storm, Wanda's magic—the world shuddered under his chaos. Thanos loomed, SHIELD hunted, and the X-Men circled. He slid the Mask back on, grin sharp as a gamma flare. "Time to ignite the rage."