The metallic voice thundered across the ruined street, echoing like an omen.
Abomination turned toward the sound— and froze.
A massive war machine had appeared at the far end of the avenue, its armor glinting a dull military green under the floodlights.
This wasn't one of Stark's sleek toys. This thing was monstrous.
It moved like a tank, breathed like a beast. Its left arm cradled an enormous XO-16 chain gun, its shoulders bore twin missile pods, and a glowing blue optical sensor blazed at the center of its head like a single unblinking eye.
Stamped across its side, in crisp white lettering, was a single code: BT-7274.
A Titan-class mech.
The same one Darren had looted after defeating the Iron Monger.
He'd wanted to summon it during the Hulk incident but abandoned the idea—too many civilians, too tight a space. But here, in the wide-open streets of Harlem, with chaos raging and a giant monster to fight?
Perfect conditions.
Abomination's brow furrowed.
What the hell was this?
Some new Stark Industries prototype?
He'd heard stories of Tony Stark and his mechanical suits— but this… this looked like something built for war, not heroics.
A sneer twisted his lips. "So this is your new toy, Stark? Cute. Let's see how it breaks."
He lunged forward, pounding the ground with each step.
Inside the cockpit, Darren was already locked in.
Neural sync: 100%.
Mind and machine became one.
He didn't pilot the Titan—he was the Titan.
At his mental command, BT's massive right arm rose, the XO-16 spinning to life.
BRRRRRRRRT!
The street lit up with muzzle fire. A storm of tungsten slugs ripped through the air, slamming into Abomination's chest with the fury of a hurricane.
Armor-piercing rounds tore through his hide, carving open thick ridges of flesh. Green-black blood sprayed across the cracked asphalt.
For the first time since his transformation, Blonsky felt pain.
His roar turned to disbelief. "Impossible! Nothing can hurt me!"
But the Titan's cannons were forged to fight other Titans.
This was no human weapon—it was war distilled into steel.
"You're not the only one who can punch above your weight," Darren murmured.
Abomination bellowed in rage. "You think your little tin can can beat me? I'll rip you apart!"
He charged, fist raised high.
But BT moved like a shadow.
Despite its size, the mech bent low, sliding back in a motion too fluid for something so heavy. The monster's punch whooshed past, smashing a crater in the street.
Then, in the same instant—BT's left arm snapped forward.
The hydraulic systems hissed. The metal elbow drove into Abomination's jaw with bone-shattering force.
"Titan Muay Thai!" Darren shouted inside the cockpit.
CRACK!
Abomination's entire head snapped sideways, his hulking frame lifted off the ground, sent flying through the air like a sack of concrete.
He slammed into a derelict factory wall, blowing it apart in a cloud of dust and brick.
Darren grinned. "Elbow justice, baby."
No hesitation—he surged forward, BT's footsteps shaking the street.
The XO-16 retracted, folding neatly back into the arm mount as both metal fists came up.
Then came the beating.
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!
Each strike landed like a thunderclap, denting flesh and cracking bone.
Abomination's face caved in and ballooned out again, blood and bone fragments scattering like shrapnel.
Darren was so caught up in the rhythm that he even threw in a few precision "disciplinary" kicks.
Then he noticed something that made him pause.
Abomination's lower body was… oddly smooth.
No equipment. No pride. Nothing.
"…Buddy," Darren muttered, "did you trade your dignity for power? I respect the dedication."
He couldn't help it—he laughed.
The carnage continued, the ground trembling beneath every blow.
From a command truck in the distance, General Ross stared, eyes wide. "Is that—did Stark build that thing?"
To him, it was obvious: another of Stark's absurd inventions. But as he watched the mech dismantle his "perfect soldier" with terrifying precision, a doubt he'd never felt before crept in.
Was his dream obsolete?
Were soldiers of flesh destined to be replaced by soldiers of steel?
His jaw tightened.
Then Abomination roared again.
"ENOUGH!"
He kicked out with desperate strength, his colossal leg slamming into BT's chest. The Titan stumbled back, skidding several meters before its servos dug in to stabilize.
The monster used the moment to rise. He planted his feet, muscles bulging, then leapt, shattering the cracked pavement beneath him.
The ground cratered.
The air thundered.
Abomination's fists came crashing down like meteors.
But Darren was ready.
"BT—shield up."
The mech's voice rumbled like a mountain: "Defensive protocol engaged."
A ripple of blue energy shimmered across the Titan's armor, forming an invisible barrier.
Abomination's punches struck the shield with a thunderous impact—
and stopped cold.
His eyes widened.
"What the hell is this!?"
Darren's smirk could almost be heard through the external speakers.
"Kid, that's Titan Tech."
And then—
With a hydraulic hiss, a massive blade snapped from BT's forearm, glowing a deadly azure.
The Titan swung.
A single, precise stroke.
SHINK!
The blade bit deep, severing Abomination's wrist clean off.
The monster's scream tore through the city, raw and guttural.
Green blood fountained from the stump, splattering against the energy shield.
But Darren didn't stop. He spun BT in a fluid arc, sword whirling like a storm, carving slash after slash across Abomination's chest.
Each cut tore deeper, exposing muscle, bone, and fury.
When the monster finally staggered back, his breathing was ragged, his chest crosshatched with glowing wounds. Blood poured freely, steaming in the cold night air.
Inside the Titan, Darren cracked his knuckles.
"Now that's more like it."
And above the chaos, the world watched— as man and machine, united by neural fire and sheer audacity, took on the monster born of rage itself.