Ben Tennyson in the MCU

Angela Green strode into the Tennyson Industries headquarters, her heels clicking sharply against the polished marble floors of the lobby. The vast space buzzed with energy—engineers huddled over schematics, executives engaged in quiet yet intense conversations, and assistants hurriedly typed away on tablets.

Despite the impressive efficiency on display, Angela's mood was anything but calm. Ben had vanished—again. Or more aptly taken a sudden leave. She wasn't surprised; this wasn't the first time he had left the company in her hands with barely a moment's notice. But that didn't mean she had to be happy about it.

She stepped into the elevator, rubbing her temples as she pressed the button for the executive floor. Two and a half years. That's how long it had been since she sat across from Ben in that rundown diner, listening to him pitch a future that sounded just shy of insanity. She had been skeptical, of course. A 17-year-old promising to shake up the world of consumer technology? It sounded like a pipe dream. And yet, here they were. Tennyson Industries was no longer an ambitious startup; it was a force to be reckoned with.

With assets reaching 78 billion dollars by the end of this next quarter. It's estimated that the company would gross close to 200 billion dollars by the end of the next financial quarter the following year. That if everything went smoothly.

As the doors slid open, and Angela walked briskly toward her office, barely acknowledging the respectful nods from her staff. The glass walls of her office gave her a panoramic view of the city skyline, a fitting reminder of how far they had come. She exhaled, pushing aside her irritation as she settled into her chair and scanned her agenda for the morning.

Tennyson Industries wasn't just an ambitious startup anymore—it was a force to be reckoned with, and unlike most tech giants, everything they built was made right here at home. That was Ben's mandate from day one. No outsourcing, no reliance on overseas factories—every device, every component, every piece of hardware was manufactured in the United States. It had been a logistical nightmare to set up, but the payoff was undeniable: complete control over their supply chain, unmatched quality assurance, and a brand identity built on American innovation.

Entering her slick office design by Ben himself, with Angela's test taken into consideration. When it came to the overall design of the room.

Angela's office was a perfect reflection of her—elegant, efficient, and undeniably modern. The minimalist aesthetic masked the sheer amount of cutting-edge technology woven seamlessly into the space. Floor-to-ceiling glass walls offered a commanding view of the city, allowing natural light to spill across sleek, dark surfaces. A subtle smart tint could activate at her command, turning the windows opaque for privacy.

At the heart of the room sat her custom-designed Omni-Desk, a masterpiece of Tennyson Industries' innovation. Its seamless surface functioned as a touchscreen display, capable of transforming into an interactive workspace with a single tap. Documents, holographic data charts, and live security feeds could be summoned with a flick of her fingers. Integrated with Olivia, the desk responded to her voice with crisp efficiency, adjusting lighting, pulling reports, or connecting her to video calls instantly.

She'd been overwhelmed at the beginning, but the operation were simple enough along side Olivia. She'd gotten used to the technology on her at her disposal quickly.

Besides the high-tech environment, personal touches grounded the space. Resting beside her sleek wireless charging dock were two framed photographs—one of Josh and Juliana, caught mid-laughter on a beach trip, and another from their first day of school, backpacks oversized against their small frames. They were her anchor, the reason she pushed herself every day.

The room carried an air of quiet authority. The polished black floors and dark wood accents contrasted with soft, indirect lighting that adapted throughout the day. A discreet holo-display was embedded into the wall behind her, often set to calming nature scenes—rolling waves or sunlit forests—offering a brief mental escape between meetings.

A single, carefully chosen piece of artwork adorned the wall: an abstract metal sculpture, all sharp lines and curves, evoking motion and ambition. No clutter, no excess. Just like Angela herself—sharp, focused, and always looking ahead.

Settling into her leather brown seat and opened her laptop, which she still perfered to use.

First up: supply chain logistics. The Omni-Phone's latest model had been a runaway success, but with demand at an all-time high, their factories were struggling to keep up. Scaling production without compromising quality was a delicate balance, one she had to manage carefully. A meeting with their key manufacturing partners was already on the agenda—late nights and long calls were nothing new.

Next: the sustainability division. SolarSkin, their cutting-edge photovoltaic technology, had gained traction, with several cities exploring integration into urban infrastructure. On top of that, their partnership with Stark Industries to build a network of EV charging stations was in its final stages. Negotiating with Stark's team was like playing chess with grandmasters, Pepper Potts is quite the negotiating when truly came down to businesses talks. But she wasn't a push over either, Angela thrived on the challenge.

A chime from her computer interrupted her thoughts. A meeting request from the R&D department—approval needed for a new BioSync 2 feature that improved stress detection. She made a mental note to remind them that marketability mattered just as much as functionality. Groundbreaking tech was great, but it had to be something people actually wanted to use.

Angela pinched the bridge of her nose, exhaling slowly. Normally, she could handle all of this without breaking a sweat. But Ben's sudden departure gnawed at her. He had the luxury of being the visionary, of disappearing whenever he felt like it to focus on the next big idea, while she was the one left keeping the wheels turning. She understood his role—hell, she admired it. But without her, Tennyson Industries wouldn't run. Someone had to be here, making the tough decisions, keeping the company from descending into chaos.

Honestly, she wondered if Ben sometime forgot she was also a single mother. Well, at the least he'd provided her with a great assistance. That at this point she couldn't do without.

The intercom buzzed. "Ms. Green, you have a call from Mr. Nelson at the legal department." Oliver southern drawl cut through her thoughts.

Angela closed her eyes briefly before tapping her desk. "Put him through."

She squared her shoulders. There was no time to dwell on frustration. Tennyson Industries wasn't going to run itself, and if Ben wasn't here to steer the ship, then she'd damn well make sure it stayed afloat herself.

And when he finally decided to show up? Oh, she had a few choice words for him. Honestly what was more important than, helping running the company.

HELICARRIER OVER THE PACIFIC OCEAN –IN CRISIS

The Hulk's breathing was deep and ragged, his massive chest rising and falling with barely contained fury. His green eyes locked onto Ben, nostrils flaring as he loomed over him like a force of nature barely restrained.

Ben kept his stance neutral, hands still raised. The Omnitrix's dial was warm against his wrist—ready. But he wasn't about to be the one to make the first move.

Natasha, behind Hulk, shifted again.

The moment was microscopic. A twitch of her boot against the metal floor. But it was enough.

Hulk's head snapped toward her, and in an instant, his massive hand swung.

"HULK, WAIT!"

Ben moved.

A streak of green light flared as he slapped the Omnitrix, his form shifting in an instant.

XLR8.

Everything slowed.

The world stretched into slow motion as Ben blurred forward. The rush of acceleration filled his senses, his body moving at sonic speed.

Hulk's enormous hand came down like a meteor.

Ben intercepted.

His clawed fingers skidded against the force of Hulk's fist, the sheer power behind it ridiculous. Even with XLR8's incredible speed, redirecting Hulk's blow was like trying to stop an avalanche with a gust of wind. His feet scraped across the metal floor, absorbing the momentum, twisting the trajectory just enough—

SLAM!

Instead of flattening Natasha, Hulk's fist slammed into the wall, denting the reinforced steel like it was aluminum foil.

Ben exhaled sharply. Even though XLR8 wasn't his strongest transformation, his speed allowed him to land devastating strikes. But against Hulk, one miscalculation—one slight misjudgment of force or trajectory—could mean shattering every bone in his body.

Ben barely had a moment to register Natasha's wide-eyed look before Hulk roared, shaking the entire room.

Oh, that got his attention.

Hulk's massive green fist lashed out.

Ben blurred back, dodging the strike with ease. Hulk's punch crashed into the floor, buckling the steel and sending debris flying.

"Yeah, okay," Ben muttered, keeping his distance, "I see why people are afraid of you."

Hulk turned toward him fully now, nostrils flaring, shoulders rising and falling like a charging bull.

Ben's mind raced. Speed is my only advantage here. Strength-wise? Not even close. XLR8 was fast, but a single clean hit from the Hulk would be game over. Hulk might not look it but this green could move at incredible speeds, one lack of concentration would be a fool errand.

Gotta keep him focused on me.

Ben darted across the room in a blur, zipping past Hulk and tapping the side of his massive arm.

"Over here, big guy!"

Hulk turned, swinging.

Ben zipped out of range before the blow could land, leaving only a gust of air behind.

Natasha took the opportunity—to slip away, their wasn't much she could do in this situation to help. Leaving Ben to deal with Hulk was their best move.

Ben flicked his visor up, grinning. "You're gonna have to do better than that Big Green."

Hulk growled—low, deep, and dangerous. But there was something else in his gaze now, something almost... amused.

And then—

The wall behind them exploded.

A massive shockwave tore through the equipment room, sending metal debris flying.

Ben barely had time to react before the floor collapsed.

The last thing he saw was Hulk's massive form falling—

"Great, this thing is definitely falling out of the sky at this rate," Ben muttered, his voice slightly raspy through XLR8's visor.

" Thor do you copy me? " Ben called, before speeding down to pursue Hulk.

Thor and Loki crashed through the hallway, sending wreckage flying in every direction.

Loki smirked, creating ten perfect illusions of himself. "Yes, I hear you, changeling friend. What is it?"

Thor hurled lightning into the horde of Lokis, striking them down in crackling blue arcs.

Ben zipped around a collapsing support beam, dodging falling wreckage as he responded. "Was that you with the massive explosion?"

A pause.

"You know what? Never mind."

Ben sped forward, narrowly grabbing a SHIELD crew member before they could be crushed by debris. He set them down safely before glancing down at the wreckage below. Hulk had landed in the weapons storage bay.

Oh, great. That's gonna end well.

Ben clicked his earpiece. "We can't keep this fight going on the Helicarrier, Thor. Too many people on board. If this thing crashes, we're looking at a disaster. Get Loki off the carrier—fly him somewhere safe, away from civilians. I'll deal with Hulk."

Thor gritted his teeth, deflecting another energy blast from Loki's scepter. "I."

And with that, Thor launched himself at Loki, intent on ending this fight.

The Helicarrier's port side was in chaos. Captain America pushed open the hatch, stepping into a disaster zone—flames, thick smoke, and SHIELD techs in oxygen masks struggling to contain the damage. Engine 3 was completely offline, a massive chunk of the hull ripped away, exposing the sky beyond.

Iron Man rocketed in, scanning the damage. Inside his HUD, red warnings flooded his vision—cooling system offline, rotors jammed, debris lodged in critical components.

"I gotta get the superconducting cooling system back online before I can clear the rotors," Tony muttered. He landed by the engine and yanked at the jammed machinery, metal groaning under the strain.

"Cap, get to that control panel! I need to know which relays are overloaded."

Steve leapt over the shattered railing, landing by the control panel. Yanking it open, he was greeted by a tangled mess of circuits and wiring.

"It... runs on some form of electricity?" he muttered, confused.

Tony sighed. "You're not wrong."

Main Hallway – Helicarrier

Thunder cracked through the Helicarrier as Thor and Loki clashed, their battle tearing through the corridors. Sparks rained down from shattered light fixtures, and metal groaned under the force of their blows.

Loki, ever the trickster, smirked as he split into ten copies, his illusions flickering like ghosts in the dim lighting. They circled Thor, their voices overlapping.

"You never did have the mind for sorcery, dear brother."

Thor gritted his teeth, gripping Mjolnir tighter. "Enough of your tricks, Loki!"

With a mighty swing, Thor unleashed a chain of lightning strikes, arcing across the hallway like a web of crackling energy. Several illusions shattered into mist, but the real Loki was already moving.

A dagger whistled through the air, aimed straight for Thor's throat. At the last second, he twisted, the blade grazing his cheek instead of striking true.

Loki lunged, using the distraction to slam his scepter into Thor's ribs, sending the God of Thunder crashing through a reinforced door. Thor skidded across the metal floor, but before he could rise, Loki pressed the glowing tip of his scepter against his chest.

"Face it, brother," Loki purred, his emerald eyes gleaming with triumph. "You're always too slow."

Aircraft Port – The Helicarrier

The Helicarrier trembled under the weight of the rampage. Structural alarms blared across the deck, emergency lights flashing as the green behemoth tore through reinforced walls like paper. The sound of twisted metal and shattering glass filled the air as terrified SHIELD crew members scrambled for cover.

Then, in an instant, a streak of blue light zipped past Hulk, faster than the human eye could follow.

Ben, in XLR8 form, maneuvered through the wreckage with precision, his clawed feet barely touching the floor before propelling himself forward again. Hulk swung blindly, but each devastating punch met only empty air, hitting nothing but shattered remains of the Helicarrier's interior.

Ben had a plan. He couldn't stop the Hulk head-on, but he could guide him, using speed and precision to steer him toward the open aircraft hangar.

A sharp turn, a calculated sprint—Hulk followed.

The gust of wind from the open hangar doors howled as Ben skidded to a stop on the expansive flight deck. Behind him, emergency lighting cast an eerie glow on the vast space, illuminating rows of parked fighter jets, cargo crates, and damaged control towers.

And then, for the first time, Ben transformed back into his human form.

A green glow flickered over his body as the Omnitrix deactivated, leaving him small in comparison to the raging titan before him.

Hulk's thunderous steps shook the floor, his breathing ragged and deep, fists clenched. He was moments from attack.

But Ben held up a hand.

"Wait."

His voice wasn't loud, wasn't commanding—but it carried something else. Something that made Hulk hesitate for the briefest of moments.

Ben's heartbeat slowed, his mind racing. He had read the reports on Banner, seen how people treated the Hulk—like a bomb waiting to go off. But this wasn't just a monster.

"I know you can understand me," Ben said, his voice steady but gentle. "You're not just some mindless creature."

Hulk snarled, his muscles tensing, but something in his eyes flickered—a flash of recognition beneath the anger.

Ben stepped forward. Carefully.

"I get it. You're angry. You're always angry." His voice softened. "But this? This isn't just about anger, is it?"

Hulk's massive hands twitched, his breathing shifting from pure rage to something more… conflicted.

Ben nodded slowly. "People run from you, don't they? They call you a monster. A danger. They want to control you or stop you, but they don't listen."

For the first time, the Hulk's expression changed. The snarl faded—not completely, but enough to show something deeper beneath the surface.

"You don't have to be alone in this," Ben continued, his voice calm, unwavering. "You're not just the thing they see when you're angry. You're more than that."

Hulk's breathing slowed.

For a second, the storm in his eyes dimmed.

And then—

A gunshot.

A blast from a SHIELD turret.

The high-powered round struck Hulk's shoulder, sending a spray of green-tinted blood across the deck.

The moment was lost.

Hulk roared in fury, his eyes snapping back into blind rage. His muscles flexed, veins bulging as he slammed his fists into the floor, cracking the metal beneath him.

Ben cursed under his breath, pivoting backward. "Great. Almost had him."

Hulk charged again, and this time, there was no hesitation.

Ben's hand slammed down on the Omnitrix—it was time for Plan B.

The Helicarrier shook violently as Hulk charged forward, his enraged roar echoing through the hangar. The ground beneath him cracked from the sheer force of his steps.

Ben had no time to think—only to act. His fingers slammed down on the Omnitrix, the green glow flashing across his body as he transformed.

With a burst of light, Ben's form shifted and expanded, muscles bulging, fur sprouting from his skin. His teeth elongated into fangs, and his hands morphed into massive, clawed paws.

The Omnitrix symbol gleamed on his chest.

"RAAAATH!"