Transformer in MCU

If the Hulk could still be considered somewhat humanoid, the Abomination was a full-blown monster. 

Its size rivaled the Hulk's, but its body was a grotesque abomination of twisted sinew and bone, with jagged spikes running down its spine. 

Its very presence exuded malevolence, and drool dripped lazily from its crooked jaw, pooling on the ground with an ominous hiss. People screamed in despair as they beheld the creature.

The birth of the Abomination was not just a result of chance but the military's deliberate creation. 

Emil Blonsky, a soldier with an insatiable hunger for power, volunteered to undergo an experimental procedure. 

The military, in their desperation to replicate the success of Captain America, sought to create a more controlled and even stronger super-soldier than the Hulk. 

Using a modified version of the Hulk's serum, they inadvertently produced another failure.

The consequences were catastrophic.

Two monsters, each with limitless strength and durability, were now locked in a battle of raw, primal rage on the streets of New York. 

They pummeled each other relentlessly, unscathed by the destruction they wrought. 

Buildings crumbled like sandcastles, cars were tossed aside like toys, and the very streets quaked beneath their fury.

The military, despite their vast arsenal, hesitated to use heavy weapons. The collateral damage would be too great, and the city would pay the price. 

Thousands of civilian lives were at risk, and the last thing the military leaders wanted was to stand before a court-martial for reckless endangerment. 

Even worse, they knew that conventional weapons—even missiles—couldn't kill these monsters. 

Unless they resorted to nuclear weapons or something of equal magnitude, they were virtually powerless against them.

Onlookers gathered on rooftops, peering through binoculars, witnessing the devastation. 

Some of the braver—or perhaps more foolish—reporters urged their helicopters to fly closer for a better view of the carnage.

"Who are these monsters? Does anyone know?" one reporter asked in disbelief. "I'll pay anything to find out."

"It must be some sort of experiment gone wrong," another observer commented. He claimed to have seen reports about the green giant, the Hulk, before—an escaped experimental subject that the military had been chasing for years.

The crowd quickly turned on the military, criticizing them for their incompetence. Some even went as far as to question why their taxes were being wasted on a force that couldn't control their own creations. 

But a few voices of reason argued that these monsters were beyond the scope of human warfare—our weapons were built to deal with human threats, not creatures that existed beyond our comprehension.

"There are still civilians trapped in there," someone pointed out gravely.

The Hulk and Abomination clashed once more with a bone-shaking impact. Their punches echoed through the streets like thunder. 

Neither relied on any form of combat technique—there was no need. Their strength grew with their rage, and brute force was all that was required. 

In a flurry of blows, the Hulk was knocked to the ground, creating a massive crater beneath him.

The Abomination howled with pride, towering over the fallen Hulk. "You're weak, Hulk!" it sneered. "This time, I'm stronger! And now, you're going to die!"

Blonsky, before his transformation, had fought the Hulk as a soldier and had nearly been killed. 

Now, as the Abomination, his desire for vengeance burned with insatiable fury. Nothing mattered to him but destroying the Hulk.

Downey hid behind the wreckage of an overturned truck, his body shaking uncontrollably. His ears bled from the deafening sound of the titanic battle. 

The very shockwaves from the monsters' fists shattered glass and splintered concrete—human flesh and bone stood no chance. 

Next to him, the middle-aged man who had helped him was unconscious, his body limp and bleeding.

As Downey's vision blurred, he saw something that froze him in place. In the cab of the very truck he had been hiding behind—his truck—lay two lifeless bodies, their necks twisted at unnatural angles. 

These were his parents—or the parents of this life. It was a gut-wrenching revelation. 

Memories flooded his mind, unbidden. The mundane moments of his family's past—their laughter, their struggles, their love—all flashed before him.

He wanted to scream, but his throat was dry. His mind raced with disbelief. "Is this happening again?" he thought. 

His parents had died in a car accident in his previous life, and now, in this life, it is happening again.

In his previous life, it had been a mundane accident. But here, he had awoken in a world of monsters, and they had taken everything from him once more. 

His heart thudded painfully in his chest, his breath coming in shallow gasps as grief and rage warred within him.

With what little strength he had left, Downey reached out to touch the car—his beloved Nissan Frontier. In his previous life, it had been his pride, his work, his partner on the road. It was the result of two years of hard work, and now it lay ruined, much like his shattered life. The scratch on the bodywork brought back memories. 

It was the same as the one he had noticed years ago in his previous life—an indelible mark left by a mischievous kid.

And now, just like his truck, his life lay in ruins. His parents were dead, again. His dreams, his hopes—all crushed beneath the feet of monsters.

Tears welled in Downey's eyes. Anguish clawed at his heart, threatening to consume him. But beneath the sorrow, something else was stirring. Anger. Hatred. An all-consuming rage that burned hotter than any pain he had ever felt.

A strange warmth spread from his hand as it rested on the truck. It wasn't just a sensation—it was a connection. 

He could feel it—his truck. It was more than just a vehicle. It was a part of him, an extension of his will. Somehow, impossibly, his very essence was flowing into the battered vehicle.

Suddenly, a voice crackled through the radio of a military helicopter hovering overhead. "Hulk's down! He's too weak to fight back! It's over for him!"

In the helicopter, General Ross clenched his fists in frustration. His daughter, Betty, was at his side, pleading with him. "Father, please! Bruce is still in there! He's not gone yet!"

Ross, his face etched with regret, muttered, "Pilot, get us out of here. This city is lost."

But then, someone on the ground gasped. "What the hell is that?"

Everyone turned to look.

Amid the devastation, something miraculous—or perhaps terrifying—was happening. Downey's truck, the Nissan Frontier, was transforming. 

Piece by piece, the vehicle disassembled itself, parts shifting and reforming with a mechanical precision that defied logic. It was as if the truck was being rebuilt from the ground up into something entirely new.

When the transformation was complete, a massive humanoid robot stood where the truck once was, towering over the battlefield. Downey, with bloodshot eyes and a heart filled with fury, stood at its feet.

It was his truck—his Optimus Prime.

But this was no ordinary vehicle anymore. This was the embodiment of Downey's will, his anger, and his unfulfilled dreams. It had been awakened, just like him. His belief had brought it to life.

The ground trembled beneath its feet. People felt the weight of something monumental—a force of will so powerful that it sent a shiver down their spines.

The world had changed. Something new, something impossible, had been born.

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Guess It has begun, I know there is a same series with more chapters but I hope You give this fic a try and let me know how it is translated