Chapter 184: The Mysterious Woman

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"Seriously? How pathetic can they be?" A honeyed, flirtatious voice echoed from behind a bathroom door. Standing silently outside the door w "Seriously? How pathetic can they be?" A honeyed, flirtatious voice echoed from behind a bathroom door. Standing silently outside the door was a giant figure—like a living fortress of steel. He stood motionless, silent as stone. "Still, I've got to admit… these Midgardians aren't completely useless." The sultry voice continued, clearly unconcerned with the silence on the other side of the door. "They actually managed to repel Dormammu. And that other bizarre thing too. They took it down. Looks like we're in for some real fun this time." The bathroom door creaked open. Out stepped a woman of such mesmerizing beauty that she seemed almost unreal. Her long, damp hair clung to her skin like silk, enhancing every seductive curve of her bare figure. She was completely nude, unbothered by the presence of the hulking brute outside the door. She strode casually to the plush sofa and dropped into it without a care. With a flick of her slender wrist, a crystalline orb—resembling an old-fashioned television set—materialized in her palm. Inside the orb, the worn face of a middle-aged man appeared. Bruce Banner. "Little guy, let's play a game," the alluring woman whispered with a wicked smile, covering her mouth as she giggled. __ Meanwhile, Tony Stark was planning something extravagant: a grand Avengers Party at Stark Tower. He wasn't sure what had inspired the idea—maybe guilt over the whole Ultron ordeal, or maybe he just wanted to feel normal again—but he was determined to make it happen. Getting the Avengers together wasn't easy. Hawkeye and Black Widow were still buried in S.H.I.E.L.D. missions (even though S.H.I.E.L.D. had technically disbanded, they never really stopped working). Reed Richards and his Fantastic Four rarely had downtime. Colonel Rhodes had military responsibilities that consumed most of his time. As for Thor? The guy wasn't even consistently on the planet. He was bouncing between Asgard and Earth so often, Stark jokingly referred to him as a "godly phantom." Still, somehow, everyone made time today. Stark spared no effort decorating the tower—though, to be fair, J.A.R.V.I.S. handled most of the work. All Tony did was send out the invites. And tonight, as he walked into the grand hall, he was greeted by the sight of a fully assembled party: the Fantastic Four, Hawkeye, Black Widow, Dr. Bruce Banner, Falcon, and Thor were all gathered, sipping wine and chatting. "Alright, folks, tonight we're gonna blow the roof off this place!" Tony jumped into the crowd, dancing with wild abandon, charisma turned up to eleven. Even Bruce Banner, usually somber and withdrawn, seemed to be enjoying himself. He laughed, chatted, and even danced a little. But deep down, he still carried the crushing weight of being the Hulk—the beast that haunted his every waking moment. Recently, a man named Samuel Sterns had reached out to him online. Sterns claimed he had a method to suppress the Hulk, but needed some of Bruce's blood to finalize his research. Desperate for a solution, Banner had mailed a blood sample without hesitation. Every day since, Sterns had updated him on his progress. Tonight was no exception. Banner felt his phone buzz. He excused himself politely. "I'm gonna hit the restroom real quick." Inside the bathroom, Bruce splashed cold water on his face, trying to cool the rising anxiety in his chest. The Hulk had cost him everything. His old nemesis, General Ross, once called him a monster—a walking catastrophe that left only destruction in its wake. And Ross wasn't wrong. Every transformation felt like stepping into a runaway train with no brakes—raw, violent, and terrifying. Since joining the Avengers, Bruce had begun to feel some redemption. At last, his powers were being used for good. But the fear never really went away.NovelFire "No, you're a beast. Nothing more." A woman's voice suddenly rang out from the bathroom mirror. Startled, Banner looked up. A stunning woman with golden blonde hair and a wicked smile gazed back at him from within the glass. "Who... who are you?" Bruce stammered. He spun around. The bathroom was empty, save for cold tile and silence. But the mirror still showed the woman's seductive image, smiling calmly. "I wasn't talking to you. I was speaking to... him." She tilted her head, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Face it, big guy. You'll never use your power the way you want. You were born a savage. A monster. So let me help you... embrace your true nature." She beckoned him with a single finger. In that moment, Banner felt his blood surge, his heart pounding as if possessed. Something wild and primal clawed inside his chest, rattling the cage of his soul. He glanced down at the wristband he wore to monitor his vitals—his heart rate had already shot past 200 beats per minute. The fact that the green guy hadn't already burst out was nothing short of a miracle. Panicking, Bruce grabbed a nearby object and smashed the mirror. But it was useless. Each shard reflected her image—laughing, teasing, relentless. "Come on, big guy… accept it. Unleash who you really are." Her voice danced around him like smoke. Bruce tried to calm himself with meditation techniques he had learned—breathing, visualizations, chants—but none of it worked. The blood, the violence, the screams—it all played out in front of him. And then, in the shards of the broken mirror, he saw the Hulk, standing amidst a field of bodies, howling into the skies. -------------- T/N: Access Advance Chapters on my P@treon: [email protected]/MPHFics

Chapter 184: The Mysterious Woman

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