Slamming into the wall with great force, Osvald hit the ground in a heap. He groan as he rolled over to push himself up off the floor. The Hulk roared at him as he finally made his way to his feet. Spitting a little blood onto the floor. He clenched his fists and yelled. 
He knew it was just a simulation. That the HARM room wouldn’t really do him any real damage. 
Osvald was running a program where he could fight the Hulk. Trade blows with the strongest there is. Of course the safety protocols toned down the immense strength of the Hulk. 
Ducking under an larger emerald arm, Osvald threw out a couple hard jabs. 
Feeling his ID card vibrate he let his guard down. “Pause.” He said. The whole scene froze. The Hulks large fist mere centimetres from Osvald’s face. 
The Half Asgardian looked down at his card and saw the message. “Ha. A real mission.” Wiling blood from his lip, “end training.” The scene around him dissolved to reveal the empty white room of the Holographic Augmented Reality Machine. Leaving the room he brushed his fingers through his hair to give it some semblance of order. 

Arriving in the briefing room, he saw the other three who were already there. “Sorry I’m late.” They all knew of his grudge match. Being a Gamma Mutate, he had this thing where he wanted to prove himself as the Hulk’s equal. Even if he kept turning down the safety thresholds and hurting himself. He grunted as he took a seat. He suspected he had cracked a rib or two. Not that it would be a lasting problem. He had inherited some of the healing from being a Gamma Mutate, and Asgardians did tend to heal a bit faster then humans. Though it would be quite tender for a week or two. “So, does anyone actually know why we were summoned?”