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'.....'= Thoughts 

"....."= Conversations 


"You, okay?" John asked Banner whose face was covered with sweat and was panting heavily.

Banner explained John the reason for his such condition.

"Well it seems perfectly normal. I don't know for how long you have been trying to suppress and curse Hulk. It would seem abnormal if he didn't have any type of resentment against you," John retorted.

"You're right, John. I've been treating Hulk like a separate entity, denying his existence and trying to suppress him. But the truth is, he's a part of me. And by denying that, I've only made things worse."

John nodded sympathetically. "It's understandable why you would want to distance yourself from Hulk. He can be dangerous and destructive. But maybe it's time to change your approach. Instead of trying to suppress him, maybe you should try to understand him. Accept him as a part of you and learn to control and channel his power."

Banner nodded his head at John's advice knowing very well that he was absolutely correct.

"I've been fighting against Hulk for so long, it's become a constant battle. But maybe it's time to let go of that fight and try to find a way to coexist with him," Banner admitted.

John smiled and gave Banner a reassuring pat on the back. "It won't be easy, but yet is something that can be achieved with efforts."

Banner took a deep breath, feeling a sense of relief and determination wash over him. "I think it's time I stopped seeing Hulk as a monster and started seeing him as a part of me."

As they continued their conversation, brainstorming ideas and possibilities, Banner felt a renewed sense of hope. He knew he had a long journey ahead of him, but with the support of John and his own inner strength, he was ready to face it.

And maybe, just maybe, he would finally find peace within himself and unleash the true potential of the Hulk.

After their conversation, John showed Bruce his room so that he could crash for the night.

As Banner entered the room, he looked around, taking in the simple yet comfortable space. The walls were painted a soothing shade of blue, and a large, plush bed dominated the center of the room. A desk with a computer sat against one wall, and a small bookshelf filled with various novels and reference books adorned another.

"Thanks, John," Banner said gratefully, allowing himself to sink down onto the bed. "I appreciate you letting me stay here. It means a lot."

John smiled warmly at Banner. "Of course, Bruce. You're welcome to stay here for as long as you need. We'll figure things out together."

Banner nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude wash over him. He had spent so much time alone, feeling like an outcast because of the Hulk.

"Thank you, John," Banner said sincerely. "I can't even begin to express how much this means to me."

John chuckled. "No need for thanks, Bruce. Just get some rest. We've got a lot of work ahead of us."

Banner nodded once again, realizing how tired he truly was. The events of the day had been exhausting, both physically and emotionally. But as he closed his eyes, he couldn't help but feel a sense of hope. Hope for the future, and hope for a newfound understanding and acceptance of himself.

And with that, Banner drifted off to sleep, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, knowing that he wasn't alone anymore.

John too went back to his bed and as he was lying on the bed he recalled his battle with Abomination.

The memory of the fight, the adrenaline pumping through his veins, the raw power surging within him, it all replayed in John's mind. It had been a brutal and intense battle, but in the end, he had come out victorious.

The proper combination of Whitebeard's Abilities, along with his Naginata and Haki, made it possible to harm the Abomination. John barely suffered any injuries in this battle. The ones he did sustain were caused by the impact of his own Quake Quake fruit's power, but they were very mild and were healed by his Regeneration ability.

As John drifted off to sleep, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment. He had been training hard to become stronger, and this battle was proof that his efforts were paying off.

In his dreams, John found himself standing in the middle of a city, surrounded by the ruins of buildings and rubble. The devastated landscape was a stark reminder of the destruction he had caused. The bloodied bodies of many people were lying beside him, while he stood panting, his fist surrounded with a Quake bubble.

John surveyed the aftermath of the battle, and his heart sank. The realization of the extent of the damage he had caused hit him like a ton of bricks. His powers had brought about nothing but death and destruction.

As he gazed at the lifeless bodies, John felt an overwhelming sense of guilt and remorse. He had let his anger and desire for power consume him, and now innocent lives had paid the price.

Among those lifeless bodies were the people he knew. Banner,Tony, Pepper were sprawn on the ground their lifeless eyes wide open with shock. He knelt down beside them, their lifeless eyes staring up at him, and a single tear escaped his eye.

"I'm so sorry," John whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "I never meant for things to turn out like this. I thought I could control my powers, that I could make a difference. But all I've done is bring pain and suffering."

"Huu, Huu," John woke up gasping for breath, his heart pounding in his chest. It took him a moment to realize that it was just a nightmare.

"That was...new," John muttered as he rubbed his eyes.

Although just a dream, it felt more like a warning. 'I should focus on training and controlling my powers more,' John thought, 'unless I want to cause a scene like that.' He got up from the bed, determined to better himself.

Just then, a car pulled up outside John's mansion.

Four individuals stepped out of the car, and one of them removed a wheelchair from the trunk while the other three assisted a person sitting in the car into that wheelchair.


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