The Little Kindness He Had Left, the Regenerator's Fighting Style

"What the heck! How did it end up like this?" Aaron looked at the more than half of the casualties behind him. The well-trained soldiers were mounting layer after layer of resistance against Abomination, and he was completely numb.

Fight him if you want! But why are you following me the whole time? Anyone who didn't know better would think I was the commanding officer!

Aaron looked toward the nearest off-road military vehicle. A captain and an ordinary soldier were wildly firing their rifles at Abomination, even though it did little good.

"Buddy, can we head in another direction?"

"No, sir. The order is to follow you. We don't know why, but it seems like following you was the right choice. We've already retreated from a busy, prosperous avenue to an older district with fewer people. The buildings here are about to be demolished, so there shouldn't be many civilians around."

Aaron: ...

Alright! Everything suddenly made sense.

He had never dealt with the military before. At most, he had met James Rhodey a few times, but Rhodey clearly would not be in charge of any Hulk-related experiments.

First, his rank was too low. Second, his personality would never allow human experimentation.

That left only one answer: S.H.I.E.L.D.

Phil Coulson was probably watching the situation through surveillance footage. No, that wasn't right. Coulson still had some conscience. The one capable of doing something like this was most likely his black-hearted director.

Redirecting disaster onto someone else—what a damn move!

What was this supposed to be? A test or an assessment? Either way, he would remember this debt and settle it with him someday.

At the same time, Nick Fury, who was drinking coffee in his office, suddenly shivered.

"Sir, I don't want to say it, but I don't think rifles