"Mister Fantastic" Reed Richards stretched and reshaped his body into an oval, umbrella-like form. His arms and legs extended like ropes for nearly ten meters, wrapping around the Thing's body.
Three-finger-thick blue-black chains coiled around Black Panther T'Chaka's armor as he crouched atop Ben Grimm's millstone-like back.
Descending slowly from high above, Reed could even make subtle adjustments to his transformed body to achieve a gliding effect. He dove rapidly toward the green giant fleeing wildly across the mountains.
"Reed! This scene really feels familiar. I understand how that big green guy feels."
Watching the out-of-control Dr. Bruce Banner, the Thing roared, seemingly reminded of the time he had escaped from the Howlett Group's experimental base.
As Richards released his rubbery limbs from around him, his roar quickly faded into the distance. He plunged straight down like a dropped bomb toward the Hulk's retreating figure.
Boom!
The instant of impact, Black Panther nimbly flipped backward and landed on the branch of a beech tree. Like a real panther, he dug both hands into the bark and watched warily below.
By the searchlights cast down from the armed helicopters and General Ross's energy-engine aircraft overhead, a dark green figure lying in a dirt pit shook its head, its chest rising and falling with muffled growls as it slowly stood.
The Thing's several-hundred-kilogram weight, combined with the momentum of a hundred-meter fall, had struck the Hulk squarely in the back. Yet it had not smashed him into a pile of pulp on impact; it merely seemed to have knocked him senseless.
The green body, over two meters thirty tall, was covered in explosive muscles. It was not just his back muscles, each one like a steel cable; even the most inconspicuous muscle groups on a human body seemed to have proliferated into