Letting Hulk talk with Lena was a calculated move. It would likely lower his rage, thereby lowering his current level of strength. This didn't seem in line with the objective of ending the fight in an overwhelming victory for the Hulk, but Alexander knew SCP-682.
He knew the object well enough to know that it wouldn't give up the chance at talking some shit about Lena, and that was something that would make the Hulk truly furious. Far more so than getting hit a few times could ever hope to do.
After all, the Hulk wasn't just a mindless brute, but more like a child, and while a child might get angry at someone hitting them, that couldn't compare with someone threatening what they hold dear.
And as expected, after SCP-682's taunts the Hulk roared with endless rage.
Hulk's roar shook the entire battlefield, buildings crumbling further under the force of his voice alone. The rage inside him was no longer a fire—it was a supernova of unbridled fury. SCP-682's gory taunt had triggered something far deeper than Hulk's primal anger: it had touched his instinct to protect what he loved. And now, there would be no stopping him.
"STUPID LIZARD!" Hulk roared, each word punctuated with the force of his charging steps. His fists crashed down like hammers of a god, battering SCP-682 into the ground. The creature howled, its once confident sneers now replaced with guttural cries of pain as Hulk's punches splintered its scales and fractured its bones. Each strike from Hulk was an eruption of power, and SCP-682's regeneration struggled to keep up with the sheer brutality.
SCP-682 lashed out, desperate, its tail whipping across Hulk's back and sending chunks of flesh flying. Blood poured down Hulk's massive frame, but the pain only seemed to fuel him more. With a roar that tore through the atmosphere, Hulk gripped SCP-682's tail and yanked it hard, snapping it like a twig. The sound of bones breaking echoed across the battlefield as SCP-682 writhed in agony.
"I KILL YOU FOR LENA!" Hulk bellowed, lifting SCP-682's broken body into the air and smashing it into the earth repeatedly. Each slam left craters in the ground, shaking the very foundations of the city. SCP-682's body flailed with every impact, its growls turning into strained gasps as its bones shattered further, its scales cracked beyond recognition.
But even in its battered state, SCP-682 spat blood and defiance. "You think… you can win, monster?" it hissed, barely able to speak through its broken jaw. "I'll… never stop… and neither will you."
Hulk's response was another furious roar. His hands wrapped around SCP-682's skull, the reptile's blood slicking his fingers. "HULK IS STRONGEST!" he screamed as he pulled, the sickening crack of bones separating filling the air.
With a final, brutal effort, Hulk ripped SCP-682's head clean from its body. Blood sprayed in torrents, covering the ground as the massive reptile's decapitated body crumpled to the earth. Hulk stood there, chest heaving, eyes wild with rage, holding SCP-682's head high like a trophy. His roar of victory echoed across the desolate battlefield, the sounds of destruction slowly fading away.
Bloodied and breathing hard, Hulk looked around. The rage that had fueled his victory slowly began to subside as Lena's words echoed back in his mind. He tossed the head aside, his enormous body trembling from the effort and adrenaline. For now, the battle was over—but the carnage left behind was a testament to just how monstrous a fight this had truly been.
Onlookers, from Foundation staff to world leaders observing from afar, could only watch in stunned silence. For those unfamiliar with the Hulk, they had just witnessed a force of nature unleashed. And for those watching who knew SCP-682, seeing the creature brought so close to death was nothing short of astonishing.
Yet no sooner had the Hulk separated the head from the body before a containment team that had been stationed nearby rushed over.
After all, for a being like SCP-682, merely removing the head from the body wasn't nearly enough to put it down for good. If it were, then the lizard would have been put down long ago.
While it was by no means an easy feat, it also wasn't something the Foundation couldn't accomplish. The key was doing like the Hulk just did, to apply overwhelming force so fast the object couldn't evolve and adapt fast enough.
Yet, it would just put him down for a while; the lizard had long since decided to keep evolutions that allowed him to survive such things on a permanent basis. So, the containment team was sent to quickly put the remains of the lizard into a vat of acid.
The Foundation's containment team was swift and efficient, moving in almost immediately after the Hulk severed SCP-682's head. They knew all too well that this wasn't the end for the infamous reptile, and that decapitation, while an impressive feat, wouldn't be enough to stop SCP-682's relentless survival instincts.
The air still buzzed with the aftershocks of the titanic battle. The Hulk stood there, his massive frame drenched in his own blood and the blood of SCP-682, the adrenaline still coursing through him as he watched the team approach the remains of the monster. Even now, SCP-682's body twitched and writhed, its regenerative abilities kicking in despite the head being torn from its body.
A containment team member gave a sharp nod to Hulk as they wheeled in a large containment unit. Inside, a vat of acid bubbled ominously, ready to temporarily neutralize the creature. The team wasted no time, moving with precision as they lifted the massive body of SCP-682 into the vat, where the acid hissed and bubbled as it began to eat away at the creature's exposed flesh.
"Hulk did good?" Hulk muttered, his rage slowly ebbing as the realization of victory settled in. He still held SCP-682's head in one hand, dripping with gore.
The containment leader stepped forward, cautious but respectful. "Yes, Hulk. You did very good. This will keep him down for a while."
The Hulk grunted, tossing the head toward the team, who quickly moved to place it in another containment unit. Despite the creature's near destruction, there was no guarantee how long it would remain dormant.
As the team secured the remains, Hulk's breathing slowed, his massive chest heaving as he surveyed the destruction left in the wake of their battle. The streets were wrecked, buildings reduced to rubble, and blood was smeared across the battlefield in great pools. But SCP-682 had been defeated—for now.
As the containment team finished their work, one of them couldn't help but mutter to another, "He really ripped that thing's head off. I've never seen SCP-682 pushed that far before."
The other nodded, still watching Hulk cautiously. "Yeah, but it'll be back. It always comes back."
Hulk, his rage simmering just beneath the surface, turned to leave, his mind now focused on one thing—Lena. She had asked for this victory, and he had delivered. He smashed, and he protected.
Yet even as his work was now done, the work of the Foundation had just started. This fight had drawn a lot of attention, and not the good kind.
All around the world, leaders and people in power having watched the sheer power of those two beings. They all had one thing in common: they wanted that power. So the Foundation had to work fast, without the threat of those two monsters the authorities were sure to come running.
And before them, all blood needed to be collected or otherwise disposed of.
Steve, Peggy and Bucky were also ushered away, and they were once again joined by Bruce Banner, now that the Hulk was done raging out, it was time for him to take a backseat once again.
They had all known that the Hulk was powerful; they had seen it multiple times fighting together inside SCP-7995. Yet something this time was very different. This time, they had seen just how dangerous he was, just how much destruction he could cause around him.
It was hard to ignore that fact when they left behind a ruined city block.
Yet, they didn't at all blame either Bruce or the Hulk. No, they blamed themselves.
It was their mistake that had led the monster into the city, their mistake that had led to all that destruction and all those deaths. The moon in the vehicle wasn't great, they felt down, and Bruce felt embarrassed for the display the Hulk had shown.
Telling the whole world that he cared so much for Lena. He had no doubt that everyone was watching, and he couldn't help but remember that he had handled Betty poorly, and now he felt he had lost the chance to ever handle that situation tastefully again.
And so, while they were taken away to be debriefed, the cleanup crew got to work, they raced against time, as world leaders, particularly Japan and USA rushed to get people on the ground, wanting to secure not just the blood and the precious DNA within, but also the very monsters themselves.
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