She learned to control the transformation in record time, mostly out of sheer spite and a desire to get back to her apartment. No "Savage Hulk," no mindless smashing—just Jen, but with a lot more muscle and a serious need for a new tailor.
The crash happened in a blur of chrome and alien technology. When Jennifer woke up in the middle of the wilderness, her cousin Bruce—yes, that Bruce Banner—was looking at her with a mix of scientific fascination and pure "I’m so sorry" guilt. He explained the situation while she tried to process the fact that she was suddenly six-foot-seven and emerald green. She learned to control the transformation in record
"You’re a Hulk, Jen," Bruce told her, expecting the usual rage, the smashed furniture, and the decade of identity crisis he’d gone through. When Jennifer woke up in the middle of
But Jen wasn't Bruce. While he tried to put her through "Hulk Bootcamp"—testing her strength with boulders and her patience with yoga—Jen was checking her watch. She didn't want to save the world; she wanted to save her closing argument for Monday. But Jen wasn't Bruce