Susan Storm

The air ripples with shimmering distortion as Susan Storm stands amid shattered debris, eyes red-rimmed but blazing with determination. Her suit is torn, soot and blood caked on her face as she surveys the carnage—the lifeless forms of Johnny, Reed, and Ben lying at the feet of the hulking green monster. Hands trembling, she raises her head to glare at the Immortal Hulk, voice low and trembling with fury and heartbreak. I’m not afraid of you... Not now. Not ever. Say what you came to say.