12 Chapter 12: Peanut butter?

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(Billy's P.O.V)

My clothes shredded apart. Strips of fabric hanging off my frame. I felt a heat inside my muscles. My height had also shot up.

The anger also came back, but it was controlled. I didn't lose my mind.

I could see the surprise mirrored in Widow's eyes. The grip on her gun was tight as she aimed it straight at my forehead.

"The gun is kind of redundant at this point, don't you think?"

I asked, extending my telekinesis along the chunk I was lifting, to better grip it.

"What do you propose? Appealing to your humanity?"

She threw back, a cocky but strained smile on her face.

My descent to the floor under the effects of telekinesis was slow. The change in size and height only became more apparent as I loomed over her. Before she had a few inches on me and now...I estimate I was standing at 6 feet 9, almost close to 7 feet.

My arms were the size of her thighs( she had really good ones too). My chest led down to a toned green belly that had washboard abs. Veins bulged out of my skin. It would have been grotesque if it wasn't for the perfect symmetry of my muscles.

"Well yeah."

I responded, my voice a deep baritone, as I swept the dust off my palms.

"It's called, having a civilized interaction. I am not about to jump out of 7 stories just to cause havoc as a green monstrous man, Widow. Put the gun down. We both know I'll just spit out the bullets."

She contemplated, head turned to stare at me. Then lowered she lowered her weapon with a look that said, 'I'm watching you.'

"Tony, can you hear me?"

Natasha tapped her ear piece, calling out to Stark.

I looked at the chunk of concrete I had placed on the linoleum floor. It was larger than even I was. I stared up at the hole on the ceiling. It's edges were close to a chain holding a massive Chandelier above us.

Based on how effortless that chunk had felt, I wasn't worried about it falling on my head. I felt like I could lift, carry, push or pull anything.

I had so much...power inside. It was twisting and roiling violently, begging to be used. I clutched my fingers into a fist. What would happen if I punched the floor?

Of course, I wasn't going to do it but...I really wanted to see what my limit was.

Was there even one?

"I'm not getting through to any of them."

Widow told me, staring at me suspiciously as I floated in the middle of the room, looking at my hands in amazement.

"Oh."

I looked up.

"That's not good. If the others were hit with the same gamma virus then..."

A roar sounded out, cutting off my next words. A serious look appeared on my face.

"We need to get to them. We can't let anyone leave the building."

Widow said in urgency, turning around to run towards the elevator.

Before I could follow, the ground erupted between us. Out came the Hulk, a plume of dust and pieces of concrete erupting behind him as he disappeared onto the next floor through the hole on the ceiling.

The chandelier rocked dangerously.

With a loud crash, a huge green Thor similarly burst out from the wrecked floor. Shit...he was even bigger than I was!

He landed on the edges of the hole, staring up at the upper floor.

"How doth my Hammer taste, beast?!!"

He roared.

I shared a look with Widow.

"Get out of here!!"

I yelled, lunging towards the Asgardian god.

Thor turned towards me, a glint of malicious intelligence in his eyes.

"Come!"

He shouted, spinning and throwing his hammer my direction.

Mjolnir landed on my shoulder, forcefully breaking through my psionic shield and throwing me to the wall of the room. The pain was more like a light punch but I was still thrown away by the force.

My back was pushed out of the building, spinning uncontrollably through the air.

I blindly threw my hands behind me, causing a shockwave of Psionic energy that pushed me back towards the retreating Hammer.

I grabbed Mjolnir's handle and allowed it to pull me towards Thor, one hand cocked.

We broke through the same hole, headed towards Thor as he loomed over Natasha.

Her gun ran out of bullets and it was clear that once Mjolnir was in his hands, Thor wouldn't hesitate to bring it down.

"Blondy!"

I called out, he turned to stare at me in shock. I allowed the anger to take over for a brief moment.

My sight went red, I yelled, letting fly a heavy punch that landed on his cheek.

There was a pressure blast, my bones ringing as the impact forced Thor to shoot out towards the elevator, he broke through the doors, slammed onto the tunnel wall and fell down the shaft.

I offered black widow a hand. She stared at it, breathing heavily from almost dying.

"Really? I just saved your life."

I told her, a little peeved that she was still treating me with suspicion. Her eyes jumped to something behind me.

I was already moving before she could warn me.

The arrow that was aimed for my heart was blocked by my Psionic barrier, exploding upon contact and filling the room with smoke.

The damaged floor behind my feet cracked as I jumped, digging my knee onto Hulked-out Hawkeye's solar plexus. The gamma infected archer, coughed out as the hit drove him to clip a corner out of the chandelier hanging above us.

The whole thing had finally had enough and came crashing down.

Or it would have I didn't push my hand and grip it in Telekinesis. The chandelier stopped in midair.

Of course that's when Iron Man flew in from the outside, shattering the glass on the side of his multimillion building.

He was wearing a huge suit of armor that was reminiscent of the Hulk Buster. And looking at his enlarged green head, it was clear that no other suit could have theoretically fit.

He looked around before the veins in his eyes grew prominent.

"This is all the Hulk's fault!"

He complained in anger.

"Where. Is. He? I'm gonna smash him into pieces!"

He knocked his iron gauntlets together.

Another mind entered my range. Falcon was using the elevator shaft to come this way. I can't take on both Iron Man and Falcon at the same time.

"We got more incoming."

I told Widow.

"Plan B. Keep them all occupied, I'll get the Hulk. He's the only chance we have at ending this."

Widow told me, running up, jumping onto my shoulder before pushing herself towards the hole on the ceiling.

She couldn't quite reach it as it was pretty high due to the size of the room. That's where I came in.

I pushed her with my telekinesis and she disappeared into the next room.

Before she could leave my range, I dove into her mind.

"...refuse to believe Banner didn't have contingencies for this kind of thing."

I caught the tail end of her thoughts. Banner? As in Bruce Banner? The Hulk was Banner's Alter-Ego. But in this world it was the opposite. I hadn't seen Bruce even once. This just further proved how this wasn't really Earth-199999.

Another roar sounded out from the next room over.

"That. Hurt."

Hawkeye said, crashing through the wall. He narrowed his eyes at me.

"You."

"Me."

I told him, readying myself.

Iron Man clashed his fists together again, staring at me as if I was a shit stain on his clothes.

"You let Natasha get away. Natasha the traitor. Natasha who's spying on us for Fury!"

Hulk Stark growled, stomping towards me.

"If I can't smash the Hulk... I'm going to smash you!"

Oh shit.

Keep them occupied huh? How exactly? One was a spy/assassin and the other was in a titanium metal suit. Not to mention, they had the Hulk's super strength and durability.

I did too but that only levelled the playing field slightly. They still had more experience on me. At least I didn't have to deal with Falcon anymore.

(General P.O.V)

Through the Elevator shaft, Falcon's jet pack worked overtime to carry his increased weight. He was headed for Hawkeye. Hawkeye who gave him a hard time.

Hawkeye who always ate the last cookie.

Hawkeye who still hadn't made him feel welcome in the Avengers.

He would reach him and pound his arrogant face in.

However before he went far, a red and blue shield with a star in the middle flew from below, smashing onto his jetpack. The device blew up and Falcon begun falling towards the bottom.

(Billy's P.O.V)

Well then.

Here goes nothing.

The Chandelier in the air shot out under my control, smashing into Hawkeye, just as I strafed to the left, escaping the dozen or so small missiles that shot out of Iron-Man's shoulder pauldrons.

I held out a hand towards the missiles, changing their direction towards Iron Man. There was a massive explosion at his position. The weight of his armor and the heavily damaged floor compromised its integrity, causing most of the floor except the very edges to cave in.

Iron Man fell just as I reached Hawk-Eye.

From the get go, I knew I wouldn't be able to fight him at close range, so once I was within distance of him, I slapped both palms together, each covered in a telekinetic shroud.

To his benefit, he crouched on the ground and placed his hands before him in a guard. The pressure blast produced by my move failed to throw him back.

Then I'll try again!

Just as I was about move in a second time, the roar of thrusters alerted me to something moving my way. Iron Man shoulder-checked me, pushing us through the glass to the outside.

I tried to control him with TK but my control seemingly washed off him.

We stopped in mid-air, his palm locked around my throat.

I tried to pry off the arm but despite clawing at the armor, I couldn't get a grip to tear it apart. That makes sense. This thing looks like it was made with the Hulk in mind.

Something else bothered me. Why were my abilities not working?

"You're not the first telepath/telekinetic I've fought boy. The armor runs a small frequency that bounces back any psionic or emphatic energy."

He answered, as if seeing the question on my face.

Shit. I hadn't thought of that. It figures he would be prepared for this situation. I was far from the only Psionic Manipulator around.

Then again, Solomon's legacy was not Psionic Manipulation. At least not at its core.

Solomon's legacy was Wisdom, a magic imparted onto the champion of the gods, Shazam. I refuse to believe that Tony accounted for my brand of telepathy.

Besides, magic mostly worked on pure stubbornness and belief.

"You let Widow escape."

He said, beginning to squeeze my neck.

Veins protruded across my forehead.

"You killed the vibe, so she decided to bail...if you want to blame someone, blame yourself."

I stopped trying to touch him with my TK and started believing I was already doing it.

There.

At the edge of his armor was a hum. I imagined my Psionic energy like a scalpel and where the hum was weaker...I sliced the vibrating wave and then sent a tendril of mental energy through.

I dived into Stark's mind. Maybe I could...

Rage.

Rage.

Rage.

Destroy!!!!!

A scream escaped my lips as my mind was assaulted by so much fury I struggled to think. It was all consuming and so so potent.

My own anger similarly surged out, adding force to my Psionic energy. Both abilities worked in tandem to give me clarity.

The presence of my mind-scape was a soothing balm upon my mind. It was like a structure built out of the strongest materials standing up to a large ocean wave.

It allowed me a chance to think.

I quickly centered myself and turned the Cooling sensation towards Stark's mind.

The hold on my neck disappeared as Iron Man flew black, rubbing his face while groaning.

"Can you believe all this started because of peanut butter?"

He joked.

Peanut butter? Well, with a rage monster, an Asgardian god, 2 spies, a genius and...Falcon, playing roommates it made sense that anything could be a trigger to unleash havoc.

"Yeah. Yeah I can."

I answered honestly.