Levi's massive frame writhed in pain on the battlefield. Every inch of his body ached, his muscles screamed, and his skin was raw from the countless explosions and strikes he had endured. Yet, amidst all the agony, one thought dominated his mind: So strong… So powerful… So amazing!
His admiration for his opponent was genuine, coming straight from the heart. Not only was the armored figure stronger than him, but every movement was precise, every attack perfectly timed. Levi had faced countless enemies in his life, but none had ever fought like this. The fluid grace of the vigilante's strikes, the seamless combination of offense and defense, left Levi in awe. Even the casual uppercut that had sent him reeling earlier was executed with such finesse that it seemed more like an art form than a combat maneuver.
Levi groaned as he rolled twice, trying to put some distance between himself and his opponent. When he managed to stagger to his feet, his instincts immediately flared. Something wasn't right.
Hovering silently on either side of him, two red-and-gold objects floated in the air. They were small, sleek, and unassuming, but Levi's gut told him they were anything but harmless.
The drones whirred softly, their movements synchronized. Positioned perfectly to flank him, they seemed to study him with cold precision. Levi snarled, clenching his fists. He had no idea what these things were, but he wasn't about to wait to find out.
Without warning, the drones fired.
Sonic cannons unleashed waves of sound that struck Levi with an invisible force. He staggered, clutching his ears as the deafening noise reverberated through his skull. It wasn't just the volume—it was the frequency. The soundwaves seemed to pierce straight into his brain, scrambling his thoughts and leaving him disoriented.
Levi roared in frustration, dropping to one knee as he tried to shield himself from the relentless assault. "You…!" he growled, forcing himself back to his feet. With a sudden burst of strength, he leapt into the air and swatted one of the drones out of the sky. The small machine hit the ground with a metallic crash, sparks flying from its broken frame.
The second drone, however, wasn't deterred. It darted behind Levi, unleashing a barrage of missiles. Each explosion sent a wave of heat and force crashing into Levi's back, driving him forward and leaving scorched marks on his skin.
Before Levi could recover, the Anti-Hulk armor joined the attack. The massive suit stood tall, its glowing blue eyes locked onto its target. From the enormous palm of its right hand, a super-large-caliber recoil cannon unleashed a series of devastating blasts. Missiles erupted from compartments across the armor's frame, each one finding its mark with pinpoint accuracy.
The battlefield became a sea of fire. Explosions lit up the darkened sky, and the ground trembled under the relentless assault. Smoke billowed into the air, obscuring everything in a thick, choking haze.
For a moment, it seemed as though nothing could survive such an onslaught. But then, through the flames and smoke, a figure emerged.
Levi's massive frame was battered and scorched, his skin blackened and blistered from the heat. Black smoke trailed behind him as he launched himself into the air, his fist raised high. His body, though injured, radiated raw power and determination.
With a mighty roar, Levi swung his fist downward, aiming to crush the armored figure that stood below him.
The Anti-Hulk armor didn't move. Its massive feet transformed, metal spikes extending into the ground like a pile driver. Stability over mobility—a deliberate trade-off in the armor's design.
As Levi's fist descended, the Anti-Hulk raised its right hand to meet the attack. Its steel fingers spread wide, ready to absorb the impact.
BOOM!
Levi's punch connected with the open palm, but instead of resistance, he felt… nothing.
The palm of the Anti-Hulk's hand retracted into its forearm, leaving Levi's punch to strike empty air. The sudden lack of impact threw him off balance, his momentum carrying him forward awkwardly.
"What?!" Levi exclaimed, blinking in confusion. He had no idea what had just happened. His punch had landed, but it felt like stepping off an unseen staircase—jarring and disorienting.
Before he could react, the Anti-Hulk's forearm clamped down on his fist, transforming into a mechanical shackle that bound his arm. The metal grip was unyielding, holding Levi's massive limb in place like a vice.
Levi growled, straining against the armor's grip, but it was no use. The Anti-Hulk's feet remained firmly anchored to the ground, providing an unshakable base of support.
Then, with a sudden burst of strength, the armor lifted Levi into the air.
BOOM!
Levi's massive body slammed into the ground with enough force to create a crater. The impact sent debris flying in all directions, leaving the battlefield in ruins.
Before Levi could recover, the Anti-Hulk hoisted him into the air again and slammed him down on the opposite side.
BOOM!
The process repeated. Again and again, the Anti-Hulk swung Levi's enormous body like a ragdoll, slamming him into the ground with brutal efficiency. Each impact sent shockwaves rippling through the battlefield, carving deeper craters and reducing the area to rubble.
Levi's body flailed helplessly, his mind reeling from the relentless assault. At first, the pain was excruciating. Every bone in his body felt like it was breaking, every muscle screamed in agony. But as the attack continued, the pain began to fade, replaced by a strange numbness.
Through the haze of dizziness and disorientation, Levi couldn't help but marvel at the sheer power of his opponent. "So strong…" he muttered, barely able to form the words. "So powerful… So smart…"
The smashing finally stopped. The Anti-Hulk paused, holding Levi aloft for a moment before releasing the shackle. Levi crashed to the ground, landing flat on his back in the center of a massive crater.
He twitched involuntarily, his body too battered to move. His lips trembled as he tried to speak, but the dizziness left him unable to form coherent words.
The Anti-Hulk stood over him, its glowing blue eyes unyielding. The suit's scanners confirmed that Levi was alive but incapacitated. For now, there was no need to finish him off. The giant might still have useful information—how he had found the camp, who had sent him, and what his purpose was.
But before the vigilante could ask a single question, Levi's voice rang out.
"Big bro! Big bro!" he shouted hoarsely. Then, as if realizing the strength he had just witnessed, he corrected himself. "No… Dad! I'm convinced! You win!"
Controling the armor, Charlie blinked in confusion. "What?"
He was certain that Stark, if present, would have been just as baffled.
"When did I get such a ridiculous son?" Charlie muttered, staring at the defeated giant.
[TL Note - Nah… Stark would be like —gesturing at the massive figure sprawled in the crater, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"F.R.I.D.A.Y., can we run a quick paternity test? I need to know if I should start setting aside college savings for... what was it… Levi? No… Let's call him, Hulk Jr.?"]