Luke was absolutely terrified.
He remembered exactly what happened in the movie: Abomination tearing through New York, crushing cars, leaving trails of carnage, and mowing down pedestrians without a second thought.
Even when the Hulk showed up, it wasn't an instant win. Hulk nearly got beaten to death, and their fight caused even more destruction.
And now?
Abomination was standing less than a hundred meters in front of him.
At that distance, with its massive size, it would only take a few steps to reach Luke. And there was no way his slightly-thicker coat was going to stop even a casual flick from that psychotic monster.
As for his X-ray glasses? Totally useless.
After all, Emil Blonsky, now the Abomination, was, uh… not wearing anything.
You might be wondering: Why isn't Luke running already? Is he an idiot?
It's not that he was frozen with fear. No—he tried to run. But when he pulled on the leash, it wouldn't budge.
His husky was glued to the pavement, trembling violently.
"Doggo, you idiot, move!" Luke shouted, yanking harder.
Yes, his dog's name was Doggo. No one ever said Luke was good at naming things.
Normally obedient and cheerful, Doggo was now a shivering ball of fluff. And speaking of fluff, he was heavy. Very heavy. Overfed and pampered, the dog was clearly overweight.
But Luke couldn't just abandon him, this dog was part of his family after all.
In the distance, the Abomination began smashing its way down the street, reducing everything in its path to rubble. Luke's anxiety spiked.
Then, right on cue, the familiar voice echoed in his mind:
[Ding~ Your pet dog is extremely frightened. The bloodline of Cerberus is awakening in response.]
'What the hell?!' Luke blinked, completely stunned.
Cerberus? As in that Cerberus? The three-headed, hellfire-breathing guardian of the underworld?
This was definitely crazier than just landing in the Marvel universe.
Sure, his powers had mutated nearby objects before, but this was the first time something turned into a full-blown mythological nightmare.
Could Cerberus even fight the Abomination? And more importantly… would Doggo still recognize him after the transformation?
Before Luke could decide whether to stay or flee, Doggo began to change.
Dark red miasma poured from his fur. His body swelled rapidly, bones cracking, muscles expanding.
A terrifying aura surged from him as two bulges formed at his shoulders, growing and reshaping into fully formed heads.
His tail thickened, scaled over, and morphed into a serpent-like appendage.
Dark red flames ignited across his body, warping the air with heat. The ground beneath his paws sizzled and melted.
In seconds, Doggo had transformed into a six-meter-tall, three-headed hellhound, fully cloaked in hellfire.
Luke screamed and bolted, the heat so intense it singed his eyebrows. He didn't stop running, glancing back only to catch fleeting glimpses of the two monsters squaring off.
To his horror, and amazement, Abomination actually looked small in comparison.
When Doggo's transformation was complete, he threw back all three heads and howled, a thunderous, bone-rattling sound that echoed for blocks.
Every pair of eyes turned toward the hellhound. Even the Abomination hesitated.
Blonsky, now more beast than man, narrowed his eyes. He could feel the immense power radiating from the creature.
For a moment, doubt flickered in his expression.
But then he clenched his fists, feeling the rush of gamma-fueled strength in his veins, his confidence returned.
A worthy opponent, he thought. Perfect for testing his limits.
Doggo, no, the Cerberus, no longer trembled. Flames pulsed with each breath from his six nostrils. His six glowing eyes locked onto the Abomination.
The battle was about to begin.
And just then, the voice in Luke's head pinged again:
[Ding~ Your coat detects extreme heat. Reducing thickness and increasing breathability.]
[Ding~ Your boots sense sweat. Removing fluff and adjusting internal temperature.]
Luke gasped for breath. "…Are you kidding me?"
"Adjusting temperature? Right now? Maybe try jet propulsion or camouflage mode?!"
He shook his head. No time to argue with smart clothes.
With Doggo now clearly capable of defending himself, or at least buying some time, Luke focused on surviving.
After all, he hadn't mutated into anything and his body was still quite squishy.
...
Up in the skies above New York, General Thaddeus Ross sat in a military helicopter, eyes narrowed at the screen in front of him.
One of his men had just radioed in, informing him that a massive green creature was rampaging through the streets.
Ross turned to Bruce Banner, still handcuffed, calm, and very much not the Hulk.
"What the hell?" Ross muttered.
The live feed showed a terrifying figure tearing through the city. Spiked, muscular, monstrous, it looked like the Hulk's evil twin.
Ross frowned. "If that's not Banner… then what the hell is that?"