"So, you're saying that Bruce's kid from the planet you and the Illuminati sent him to, who was supposed to be dead due to the bomb the bug who claimed to be his friend planted and killed Bruce's wife, is here." Jennifer Walters, aka She Hulk, said as she put on the Fantastic Four uniform Ben had given to her while they were flying in the hero family's flying car. Nice of them to bring it since Jennifer had been half naked in her ripped pajamas after she woke up in the middle of the night as the She Hulk and started to run towards something before she even realized what was happening.
"First of all, we were trying to send him to a peaceful plane with no sentient life; not to a hellhole like Sakaar. But yes, about an hour ago; our sensor picked up a huge concentration of energy that we identify as the Old Power of the Shadow People of Sakaar, followed by another mass that has Gamma radiation that has been moving, Hulk's child has survived, and now it's come to Earth."
"They've come to Earth." Jennifer corrected Reed Richards, much to his confusion.
"What?"
"It's a boy, two boys."
"Two?! How do you?"
"Don't ask me. But this happened to me before, right before Hulk came back to Earth. I woke up in the middle of the night and I just knew, everything was about to change." Jennifer said with a look of melancholy on her face as their transport sped towards the location of the energy readings, thinking about her cousin's sons.
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"Oh fuck." I muttered as I watch my brother glare towards the chopper that housed the sniper that had just shot a coyote. Skaar may not care much about the puny people, but he cared about animals; especially those who, as far as he knew, didn't hurt anyone.
"Brother, please don't." I said with a sigh, already knowing that he wasn't listening to me as he leaped at the chopped with his sword drawn. Only for my eyes to widen as my brother was shot down by a red beam of energy. Followed by a flying car carrying the Fantastic Four and a man with a very familiar visor on his eyes.
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#Few minutes ago#
"What is this supposed to be?" Jennifer said as she glared at the very high tech looking spear in Reed's hand.
"A DNA collection spear. Pierce his hide and I'll be able to calculate what it will take to knock him out." Reed explained as if it was a perfectly normal thing.
"Reed, if you are expecting me to stab a baby, I will punch you to next state." Jennifer growled at the smartest man on the earth.
"If my calculations are correct, that 'baby' weighs at least four hundred pounds. But be assured that we don't intend to just jump in and stab them. That's why we need you, you are their blood relative and the least threatening powerhouse I know."
"Thanks, I think."
"What I'm trying to say is that you're the best person I can think of to be their first contact with humanity. But you need to understand the stakes as well." Richards said with a glare as he put the spear down.
"Ever since the Hulk's war, we have only seen the dumb Hulk personality."
"Always my fave." Johnny Storm chimed in with a laugh.
"I personally like the gray version better." Ben Grimm also added his two cents from the driver's seat.
"Yeah, because he's the only one you ever beat."
"I think Bruce is suppressing the insanely angry 'Green Scar' persona that attacked us." Richards continued as he ignored the conversation between his teammates.
"Maybe because he remembers almost sinking the entire Eastern Seaboard with a step. But right now, Hulk and his sons are making a beeline towards each other. If the Hulk and his sons meet and they somehow manage to awaken the 'Green Scar'..." Richards trailed off and Jennifer finished it for him with a grim look on her usually beautiful face.
"You're afraid they might break the world." At that Richards could only nod.
"That's why I have Sue taking on Hulk alone. She's using her forcefields to slow him down without him even realizing it. And also why we haven't notified any government, we can not risk any escalation. We need to keep the children and Hulk separate and more importantly, calm." Richards explained and Jennifer could only nod at that. She loved her cousin and wanted to meet her new nephews but her emotions couldn't blind her enough to think that the leader of Fantastic Four was wrong.
Breaking the world was a very real possibility.
"Don't mean to interrupt you two, but we got company." Ben said as he looked at the radar of the flying car and then a very big shadow fell down upon them. Courtesy of...
"Doesn't that belong to the X-Men?" Jennifer asked as she tried to keep her hair put of her face as it blowed by the wind generated by the Blackbird above them.
"What are the chances they are here for some sort of holiday trip?" Jennifer asked with a pained expression, already knowing the answer to that question as the doors to the cargo compartment opened; revealing the battle ready forms of Cyclops and Wolverine.
"Please tell us you guys are here for some sort of holiday trip." The leader of the X-Men asked with a slouch of his shoulders as he jumped from the Blackbird to the flying car.
"We wish." Jennifer said with a huff.
"Cyclops, is there a reason you came all this way?" Richards asked, not exactly sure how to interact with the mutant leader who had been getting colder and colder since the day... the day Wanda had almost wiped out the mutant race.
Cyclops looked like he was contemplating whether he actually wanted to tell them the reason he was there for a moment before sighing and pulled out a device.
"It's Cerebro... it detected a new mutant." He said, much to the shock of everyone on board.
"A new, I thought that..." Richards trailed off, realizing that the topic he was about to bring up wasn't exactly one that Cyclops would take kindly to.
"Yeah, so did we. But just a while ago, we detected a new mutant. Me and the rest of the X-Men are here to find him, or her." He said as he gave them the device and the eyes of the leader of Fantastic Four widened.
"Scott, I think there is something you need to know." Richards said as he explained their current situation, cursing the fact that the coordinates for both of their targets being too close.