Thunder rumbled across the sky. Lightning cracked through dark clouds, illuminating the monstrous face of the Abomination… and casting a fla
Thunder rumbled across the sky. Lightning cracked through dark clouds, illuminating the monstrous face of the Abomination… and casting a fla
Thunder rumbled across the sky. Lightning cracked through dark clouds, illuminating the monstrous face of the Abomination… and casting a fla
Thunder rumbled across the sky. Lightning cracked through dark clouds, illuminating the monstrous face of the Abomination… and casting a flash of light on the figure standing before him.
Clad in a flowing red cape, golden hair tangled in the wind, and gripping a fearsome weapon—the meteor hammer—stood the Crown Prince of Asgard: Thor Odinson.
After the Avengers' party, Thor had originally intended to return to Asgard. But recent events on Earth had spiraled into chaos. After what happened with the Hulk, Thor decided his comrades might need his help. (Alright—truth be told, Jane Foster was also part of the reason.)
And so he stayed.
"Hulk?"
Thor stood at the wrecked gate of Prison Island, narrowing his eyes at the green behemoth lumbering out from the debris. For a moment, he mistook the monster for his old ally.
After all, Bruce Banner had gone missing ever since his last rampage. Tony Stark and Reed Richards had tried everything to locate him—but the Hulk had simply vanished.
Seeing this enormous green figure again, Thor instinctively thought, Hulk has returned.
But something felt… wrong.
"No. You're not Hulk," Thor muttered as the creature stepped into the lightning-lit courtyard. "I don't care who you are. Turn around, now—and return to your cage."
"Gladly!" Abomination snarled, and with an earth-shattering stomp, launched himself at Thor like a green cannonball.
His massive foot crushed the reinforced steel beneath them, propelling him forward with terrifying speed.
But Thor wasn't just some mortal soldier. He was a warrior of Asgard, with strength rivaling the Hulk himself.
As Abomination's massive fist swung toward him, Thor ducked low and drove his own fist into the creature's ribs. The impact was enough to make Abomination wince—but rather than flinch, the pain only seemed to excite him. His green blood boiled with joy.
Unlike Hulk, who split into dual personalities, Blonsky was Abomination. There was no alter ego. No internal struggle. The cold, brutal soldier remained in complete control, his military expertise fully intact.
In this moment, Abomination's combat skills—honed from decades of warfare—were on full display.
Thor landed a solid blow to his jaw—but at the same time, Abomination's own counterstrike slammed into Thor's ribs. The reinforced alloy around them might as well have been cardboard—every blow they exchanged shook the very earth.
Mjolnir whirled in Thor's grip, arcing down in a devastating arc and slamming into Abomination's chest. But as Abomination flew backward into the rubble, he managed to land a solid punch to Thor's face—like a thunderclap detonating in his skull. The Prince of Asgard went flying as well.
Both combatants crashed into separate parts of the ruined courtyard.
Abomination stood first, breathing heavily. Steam rolled from his nostrils as he growled, yellow eyes blazing with savage glee.
"Come on, blondie... show me your real power!"
Thor, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth, slowly stood up. His expression was more serious now. This creature… he wasn't just strong. His strength was comparable to Hulk's—but what made him truly dangerous was his discipline. His skill.
For the first time in a long while, Thor found himself missing Hulk. Their chaotic brawls now felt... simpler.
"Blonsky. That's enough."
Abomination turned, eyes narrowing at the sound of the calm, cold voice behind him.
There, standing among the burning wreckage, bathed in the orange glow of fire—was Baron Zemo.
"Don't waste your time tangling with the Asgardian," Zemo said, voice measured and authoritative. "We have more important missions to accomplish."
Something about Zemo's tone pierced directly into Abomination's mind. His words felt… embedded. Instinctual. As if they'd always been there, waiting to be heard.
With a low growl, Abomination glanced at Thor one last time and scoffed.
Then he turned—leapt off the edge of Prison Island—and vanished into the cold, dark sea.
"Now this is getting interesting…" Thor muttered to himself, watching the monster disappear beneath the waves.
It was as if Abomination knew exactly where he needed to go.
Swimming swiftly beneath the waves, he bypassed New York entirely and made landfall at a desolate and remote stretch of land. There, hidden in the shadows of a jagged mountain, was a cave—one that seemed to call to him.
He entered.
A massive metallic door scanned his identity. It slid open with a quiet hiss, revealing a long corridor bathed in dim, eerie light.
"What's with all the theatrics?" Abomination muttered, unimpressed.
He stepped through.
At the end of the hallway stood a room made entirely of metal.
And waiting for him inside… was a man clad in regal purple.
Zemo.
"Welcome, Colonel Blonsky," Zemo said with calm sincerity.
"Call me Abomination," he growled, stepping forward.
Towering over three meters tall, his grotesque face loomed down at Zemo like a cliff over a pebble. He had to lower his head just to meet the man's eyes.
"So… what do you want?"
Zemo looked up—unfazed by the size difference.
"We've met before, you and I. And I told you then… I can offer you something no one else can. A platform. A cause. A war worth fighting. A chance to unleash your full potential—under my command."
Abomination bent lower until his hideous face was just inches from Zemo's.
His hot breath washed over the baron's calm features.
"So tell me this, Baron Zemo..."
"Why shouldn't I just smash you into paste right here… and lead myself?"
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