Phoenix Under Attack!

[hulksmashed.livejournal.com]

That's the headline people are trying to avoid.

The Hulk doesn't care. His gait brings him ever closer to the populated city, and so far, nothing seems to stop it.

There's hope that the sandstorm that just kicked up might buy them more time. A sandstorm that's the doing of Crusader, the new girl carrying Thor's hammer and Captain America's shield, who's crazy enough to try to face the Hulk without the help of her team, who have been held up by dealing with some other U.S. agent.

The storm doesn't stop him. It only slows him.

Slightly.

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[bub-snikt.livejournal.com]

"I never much liked vanilla."

He brushes a bit of hair out of her face. Smells like the truth, much as this woman could always lie.

"I ain't with these Avenger jokers. I'm workin' with the Hulkbusters - not a hell of a lot better, but they care less about that jackass Walker and more about stoppin' the green train. I'll go have a chat with 'em, see if we can't stop this before we get to the implodin' part."

A finger along her jawline. Really damn weird.

"I'll track ya down if I get any info ya might need."

[house-of-mystiq.livejournal.com]

"Track me down anyway."

She closes her eyes briefly. There's something painful in the familiarity of that touch.

"Especially if it looks like the world's about to implode."

She buries a hand in his hair. In for a penny, in for a pound. Her lips meet his.

[bub-snikt.livejournal.com]

He's kissed stranger people than this.

If it helps secure an alliance... and if it helps a girl in a jam...

But damn. He never would have thought Mystique capable of the amount of emotion he's getting from her lips right now.

Rarely can somethin' this good be faked.