Chapter 1
So I had this Idea of doing a marvel/40k crossover and thought, Hulk meets orks, what could go wrong? So I hope people like please review so I know whether or not to do more. Even tips would be greatly appreciated.
P.s I don't own marvel or GW...
My head feels uncomfortable against these cold metal bars. Uncomfortable, not unfamiliar. This isn't the first time I've woken up in a strange place full of strange people, although. Not quite this strange. I can't even contemplate how I got here, because quite frankly I have no idea. All I know, is space…
"Bruce Banner". Bruce looked up from his workbench and smiled. The smile felt strange, awkward. Because for the last few months he had longed for comfort, someone to drag him out of his own pit of isolation, yet at the same time he was terrified. But with one look of the man In front of him, he knew exactly what he wanted.
He stood up and they shook hands. "It's good to-". "Please". I interjected. "cut the BS I know why you're here, you need a tool and that tool". His tone was calm yet assertive, certainly not aggressive. "Is me, the question is what". Nick Fury smiled As if to say that's not true but let's get on with things. "All right Banner let's get on with it. I've got an errand, for Bruce not the Hulk and he's going somewhere with a view". I let out a sigh of exasperation. "I'm listening".
Well he hadn't lied. Thought Bruce. It was surely a sight to behold. Neil Armstrong once said; 'It suddenly struck me that that tiny pea, pretty and blue, was the Earth. I put up my thumb and shut one eye, and my thumb blotted out the planet Earth. I didn't feel like a giant. I felt very, very small.' Bruce looked out of the tiny port on the side of the space shuttle and drank it in, and quite beside himself he laughed, it was a laugh of relief. Because surely nothing out here in this blissful paradise in its own right, could make him angry.
Of course someone also once said that the universe loves proving people wrong. And of course this too was just as true. The klaxons ripped through his thoughts like a knife through paper. He pleaded for this to be a sick dream or even just a drill but that gut wrenching feeling in the pit of his stomach told him otherwise, something was terribly wrong.
So like I said please review and keep in mind I plan to make it quite a bit more comical once he turns into the Hulk and meets some lovely Feral Orks. ;)