The New Avengers were all still nose-deep in their Avengers packets, or in Randall's case, the fridge of the kitchenette, when their New Avengers communicator cards began to beep frantically. Aro and Randall sprinted out into the main hall of the Avengers wing frantically, looking for the main threat, but it was Erick, who calmly exited his room and looked at them, startled. He pressed the corner of his card, which silenced it, and then pointed towards the main door,
"It's 7 o'clock… time for training?"
Randall and Aro tried for a good two minutes to figure out how Erick had silenced his communicator card. Finally, Erick held his hand out to Aro,
"May I?"
The demi-god handed his beeping card over, and Erick pressed one of the corners so that Aro could see. He handed the silenced card back over, earning him a,
"Many thanks, son of Hulk." From Aro.
Erick turned to Randall, who was still staring dumbly at his beeping card, and held his hand out for his communicator. Randall stopped his fumbling, and squinted his eyes at Erick. He handed his card over with a,
"You're a real smartass you know that?"
Erick silenced the card and froze,
"What?"
Randall grinned at him smugly, and took back his card,
"But I'm going to enjoy taking you on Hulk 2.0."
Erick gulped,
"Wh-what?"
When the trio found the Avengers' designated training facility, they were all impressed. The room occupied two of the carrier's four stories, and was about as wide and long as it was tall. The walls were a bright white, and there were numerous obstacles throughout the room.
"Oh good, you found the place." Terra walked in behind them, grinning.
"How do you like it?" she asked, holding her arms out.
"It's amazing." Erick said still staring at the room before him.
"Truly," Aro agreed, doing the same.
"It's big." Randall said looking down at the redhead before him.
"It's worth more than you are." Terra said, unamused.
"Um, Miss Stark?" Erick asked, a nervous look coming across his face.
"Terra, please." Terra held up her hand.
"Terra," Erick said looking away from the room, and catching her eyes. They were indeed captivating. He pulled himself away, and said nervously,
"D-do you really think it's a good idea to have super-powered playtime on a multi-billion dollar craft flying thousands of feet in the air?"
"Come here," Terra lead him over to the nearest wall, and patted it, "vibranium-reinforced steel. This whole ship's made out of it."
Erick's eyes widened,
"How did you get that much vibranium? Where did you get that much vibranium?"
"Certainly not from Wakanda." Terra said almost bitterly, "My father bought out a couple of small vibranium mines in Africa. We get, perhaps, six grams of vibranium every year. This, however," she gestured to the training room, and the ship as a whole, "came from whatever S.H.I.E.L.D. and Stark Industries salvaged from the wreckage of the failed Chitauri invasion."
"But how did you get enough?" Erick was still amazed.
"Vibranium is surprisingly versatile, when heated to a certain temperature…"
"Hey!" they were interrupted by an obnoxious voice from behind them, "Are we gonna train or what?"
The two turned to see Randall with his arms crossed, looking at them impatiently. Terra glared at him, then smiled grimly,
"I suppose it is."
She walked to the center of the room, and held out her arms. From somewhere on her back, a dark green, metallic substance began to cover her body, leaving her head alone exposed. She stood before them, in what was undoubtedly the Iron Valkyrie suit they'd heard about. Erick and Renee were indeed impressed, Randall was even impressed, but more so by the way the suit hugged those curves.
"So this is the Iron Valkyrie." Aro said in wonder.
"Right you are sir," Terra said proudly, with a low hum of her suit, she rose up to hover a few feet above the ground.
"I based the whole thing off of Chitauri weapons tech. The suit responds to my neural impulses, rather than verbal command. The Iron Valkyrie is the same basic design as my father's Iron Man suits, however, the Valkyrie sacrifices strength for speed and stealth. Though," she grinned, "I've still got a few heavy-hitters up my sleeve."
Erick imagined that she probably meant that literally.
"Come on guys," Terra said enthusiastically after a moment of silence, "suit up!"
"Finally," Randall said, beginning to take off his clothes.
"Denning," Terra said, incredulously, "what are you doing?"
"Don't worry sweetheart, you'll get to see me in the raw later. For now," he revealed the dark red suit beneath his black t-shirt he'd been wearing, "I'm just doin' like you said."
Aro unsheathed his blade, and took to hovering a few feet above the ground as Iron Valkyrie was. Renee was already in her S.H.I.E.L.D.-issued training uniform. This left Erick. He had always felt awkward about changing, especially in front of an audience, but he swallowed his fear, and closed his eyes, beginning the deep-breathing exercises that he'd been doing since he was a small child. He focused all of his energy inward, and soon felt the heat rising up from his chest, and felt his body begin to change and grow, he ignored the gasps of wonder from several of his teammates.
"You're blue?" was the first thing he heard.
Randall stood there, a look of confusion and disbelief on his face. Indeed, the son of the Hulk had, not the famous green hide of his father, but a deep blue hide all his own.
Terra was also interested in this new development. She was intrigued not only by the surprising skin color, but by how little Erick's face had changed. He stood there, almost a foot taller than he'd been moments ago, twice as large, bound in muscle, his shirt torn and laying on the ground, his trousers clinging to his enlarged thighs, but his face, uncannily the same.
Erick just shrugged his enlarged shoulders at his teammates' confused looks.
Randall gave a mischievous grin, and announced, "Game on!"
He reached down and pressed a button on the small device on his belt. With an unsettling stretching noise, Randall grew and grew, until his head was just below the ceiling twenty feet above them. He looked down at his teammates, a wide grin on his face,
"You like?"
His teammates below him barely came up to his knee.
"That's….amazing." Renee said, her eyes wide.
"And don't worry, Stark," he said raising an eyebrow, "I can go bigger."
"Sixty feet, your report said." Renee pulled the attention back towards her.
"Yep," Randall said curtly, not looking at her.
"Alright," Terra announced, as a helmet materialized over her head. The deep green metal stopped at the crown of her head, where a gold, translucent mask covered the rest of her face.
"Here's how it's going to go." Her voice sounded almost metallic, as it filtered through her suit. She was cut off, however, before she could begin, when Randall suddenly said,
"Hey Hulk." No sooner had Erick looked up, than a giant hand swooped down and backhanded him across the room, "Think fast!"
The blue hulk flew across the room, and crashed into the far wall, 25 feet away.
All at once, Renee, Terra, and Aro were on Randall's case.
"Denning, what the hell?!" Terra flew the twenty feet up to get right in his face.
"Stay your hand giant man!" Aro pleaded as he flew up to join Terra, "The son of Hulk is our ally!"
"Y'all better get out of the way, because here comes big blue." Randall said with a look of deranged glee on his face.
The rest of the team quickly turned to see Erick pull himself up from the ground. He shook his head with a growl, and stood up slowly. Fearing the worst, Terra hovered towards him, tentatively,
"Erick, are you okay?"
He rubbed his face with a large blue hand, then looked up at the group… and shrugged.
As he slowly walked back towards them, Renee said, stunned,
"Denning, I think you broke him."
"I think you're right," he replied, the snark gone from his voice.
Once he neared the group, Terra felt it safe to approach Erick,
"You okay buddy?" she asked in a soft, low voice. Erick's brilliant blue eyes met hers.
"No hard feelings Banner." They heard Randall say, nervously, "It wasn't personal, just wanted to have a good old fashioned brawl. You know."
Terra saw that Erick was, indeed, not going to freak out and beat anyone up, so she left his side, and went to address the rest of the team.
"We were going to do some simple exercises, but now," she glared up at Randall, "it appears we need to do some trust building activities."
"What is this grade-school?" Randall asked incredulously.
"Well since we can't trust you to not pick fights with your fellow teammates, how are we supposed to trust you to have our backs in an actual fight?" She demanded of him.
Randall remained quiet, but grudgingly so.
Terra sighed, clearly agitated, and growled, "Dismissed."