Hunter, a tall man with rugged features and a tense jaw, fastens his seatbelt and runs his hands over the controls. He takes a deep breath, eyes scanning the instrument panel. Outside, airport personnel wave signal paddles as the plane begins to taxi. "Tower, this is Flight 247 ready for takeoff,"

Hunter glances at the altimeter, his grip tightening on the yoke. A call from air traffic control crackles through the radio, but Hunter barely registers it, his mind troubled by a lingering frustration. The hum of the engines seems to grow louder, echoing the storm brewing within him. "Everything is under control," he mutters, voice strained.

Hunter’s knuckles whiten as he fights to steady the plane. Sweat beads on his forehead, and his breathing quickens. An argument over the radio with ground control erupts, pushing his patience to the edge. "I told you, I don’t need assistance! Just let me fly!" he snaps, voice rising in anger.

Hunter[/@ch_1]’s muscles bulge beneath his uniform. His skin ripples and turns emerald, veins pulsing with raw power.] The seat creaks under his swelling frame as he slams his fists on the console, sending a spiderweb of cracks across the glass. His eyes blaze with fury, and the controls bend beneath his grasp. The plane lurches, tilting wildly in the sky. "You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry!" he roars, his voice now a deep, monstrous growl.

Hunter, now the Hulk, thrashes in the cockpit, smashing controls and shattering screens. The cockpit door buckles as he turns, furious, seeking a way to break free. Alarms blare and the plane veers dangerously off course, heading straight into a storm cloud. "Must stop... must calm down..." he murmurs, fighting the rage that threatens to consume him and everyone on board.

Hunter[/@ch_1]’s breathing slows as he wrestles for control. Gradually, his massive form shrinks, the green hue fading from his skin. Broken controls spark, but the plane stabilizes, gliding out of the storm into sunlight.] Exhausted, Hunter slumps in the pilot’s seat, torn uniform hanging loosely on his now-normal frame. He looks out at the calm sky, relief washing over his features. The radio buzzes softly, awaiting his response. "Flight 247... requesting emergency landing," he says quietly, voice trembling but determined.