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So far, America’s trip to Earth-76031 wasn’t going all too well. The first issue was that she had been right in thinking that this New York was significantly lacking in its Korean Barbeque delicacies. She had already been here a good couple of hours and her eyes had yet to fall upon an acceptable eating establishment! To make matters worse, the young Latina had received the most judgmental and confused looks when she had enquired about the location of New York’s Koreatown that in the end she had just given up with her search. Honestly she wasn’t that bothered, although considering she had been out cracking skulls for most of the night before jumping over to this dimension, her stomach was starting to rumble. Especially given that it had been midway through the morning when she had arrived.

Her arrival. Now that was another issue entirely! America Chavez had expected to arrive in the midst of a huge interdimensional Mutant Growth Hormone operation although all she was met with during her arrival was a seemingly abandoned warehouse located near the docks. No guards. No drugs. Nothing. Honestly if anything that concerned her. Not only was this [i]chico[/i] able to hop across the multiverse, but they were certainly good at clearing their tracks. They were definitely here though. She’d be able to tell instantly if they had darted off again. That left America with a dilemma. What now? Surely it would be wise to go for help. Maybe even find the Avengers if this world had such a thing. Or differently, she could simply hit the streets and hope that the drug trade was also taking place here. Find the user. Find the dealer. Find the supplier. How hard could that be?

“Er... Miss?” A gruff voice caught America’s attention. “I… er.. I know y’ didn’t take the elevator but y’ still need t’ buy a ticket to be up ‘ere!”
Lowering the hot dog she had been eating from her mouth, America eyes fell upon an extremely large middle aged security guard. Stifling a laugh, she rose from where she had been sat; the corner of the Empire State Building’s observation deck. She often found herself perched on the top of one of the many Empire State Buildings back on Earth-212, with her even owning an apartment at the top of one neither Liberty Mountain. She had flown up here at the earliest opportunity to relax, with the place reminding her of her home. Well, one of her homes.

“Sorry Chico. I’ll be on my way then.” Giving the man a short salute, she dived into the air off the side of the building and plummeted. After relishing the rush of air for several seconds, America took off, souring forward through the air. 

That was when America was hit by a flying green monster. 

It was like being hit by a wall of bricks. Under the force of the humungous beast, the teenager was sent flying into the ground, her body tearing up a small section of the road. Her ears ringing from the collision, America winced and groaned in pain as she lifted herself up out of the ground. Sure she was durable, but that still hurt like a bitch! 

She strained her eyes as she took in the sights around her. Everywhere she looked, civilians were screaming and panicking. Sirens filled the air, as well as the hum of helicopters and screeching of rubber on concrete. [i]Oh dios![/i] How had she missed this. She watched as several military grade vehicles charged along the street past her, heading in the opposite direction as the evacuating people. Heading towards the abomination that had hit her. Abomination was entirely the wrong word. America’s jaw dropped as she realized what that creature was. The Hulk. 

Despite the fact that she preferred to stay away from the big players wherever she visited, America Chavez knew exactly who this bozo was. People who said she had anger issues had definitely never met this guy. The Hulk was stronger. Stronger than strong even. Normally he was out fighting the good fight, a fact America Chavez was very fortunate of, although now that didn’t seem the case. The being that lay before her, reaping havoc to New York City, was certainly not here to smash any bad guys. He was out of control.

Grimacing, America stepped forward and brushed the remainder of the debris from her denim jacket. Old big, mean and green may be considerably strong, but she had to at least try to help. Charging forward, she once more took to the sky and shot towards the green beast. Verging towards the sidewalk, her hands clasped around the top of a street light and with a short tug, she had pulled it free from the ground. Slowing down she steadied herself behind the beast.

“Oi, Hulkling!” She called, swinging the street lamp towards the Hulk as if it were a baseball bat. “Lighten up!”