Harper glances nervously at the dashboard, realizing she’s inside Peter’s stolen car.
Hunter taps his fingers on the wheel, letting out a low, sinister laugh.
"Hunter, what are you doing? This isn’t your car. Please, just stop."
"Stop? I haven’t even started yet," he replies, his voice rough, echoing a darkness that seems almost inhuman.
Hunter’s smile widens, his features twisting, and for a moment, the cruel edge of the Hulk’s evil side flickers in his eyes.
"Hunter, slow down! You’re going to—"
Before Harper can finish, the car careens off the barrier, plunging into the cold, churning ocean below. Water rushes into the cabin, glass shatters, and everything becomes a swirl of bubbles and panic.
Hunter swims to shore, chest heaving, and plunges the needle into his arm, gasping as its contents surge through him.
His body contorts, muscles bulging and skin turning a sickly shade of green. Hunter’s features fade, replaced by the monstrous visage of the Hulk, whose lips curl into a wicked, knowing smile.
"Finally... free of weakness," the Hulk growls, his voice rumbling like distant thunder.
Hulk stands over the mangled vehicle, his evil grin stoking fear in all who witness him.
In the distance, Harper’s parents, Robert and Violet, sprint toward the scene, their faces etched with horror.
"Stay back, Violet. I’ll handle this," Robert says, pulling out a pistol and aiming it at the Hulk.
"Let my daughter go!"
Hulk lifts Robert by his collar, holding him aloft, his eyes burning with malice.
"Robert! No!" Violet cries, reaching for her husband.
Suddenly, the Hulk’s expression shifts; the darkness recedes from his gaze, and he releases Robert, who collapses onto the sand, gasping for breath.
Hulk strides over to Robert, placing Harper in his arms.
Robert cradles his daughter, rushing her to their own car parked nearby.
The Hulk turns, his body tense and his growl rolling through the air. Without another word, he sprints from the scene, vanishing into the dense palms, the sound of his anger fading on the wind.
