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Oh, man, this is not good.
The parking lot's empty.
Which means, this place is dead.
No girls, no arcade,
probably a lame-o food court.
Court of food?
The fewer people here, the better.
I hate this place.
You just hate it because you
don't want to freak people out!
But we're gonna fix that.
Courtesy of the flyer
I got for this mall!
Today only, 70% off
all fashion accessories!
Sounds like Greenie's
going to get a makeover!
There's some
lipstick for you.
Whoa! It's packed!
I guess everybody used
underground parking.
Scared.
What'd I tell you?
Fear? All I smell is respect.
Sure, we punch planets,
wrestle dinosaurs,
and got a talking jet,
but we're also mall-goers.
Just like you.
If people stop to get to know
us better, they might see that.
Oh, come on.
I'm a 68 double-long.
What if I get into action?
I can't move!
Aw, this is
a terrible color.
Lots of heroes go incognito.
Think of it as
urban camouflage.
Jen, this is stupid.
People know a monster
when they see one.
We'll take it.
Yum!
That's right, Skaar,
it's the food court.
A buffet of
international eateries.
You got American,
Churro Republic,
and my favorite,
Pretzella stand.
Actually not sure where
pretzels come from,
but, I'll show you where they're going.
They're going in my mouth!
Hey.
You got a problem,
rent-a-badge?
What is that?
What is that? A robot?
Whatever it is, he's got "smash"
written all over his ugly mug.
Transit complete.
Acquire target.
Scanning.
Invalid targets.
Seriously?
Five minutes into shopping,
and already, some tin-plated
maniac is causing trouble.
Scanning.
Primary target acquired.
Activate weapons.
He's after the girl!
Hulk! No!
Reacquire target.
Eliminate target.
Huh?
Please, don't hurt me.
No!
Help!
Fear not,
damsel in distress!
A-Bomb is
Okay.
Check you later.
Ow.
Jen, protect the girl.
Skaar, check on A-Bomb.
Red, clear the civilians!
This creep is all mine.
Well, what are you
waiting for?
Run, you puny punks!
Being scary
does come in handy.
Picking on a kid? You're
even meaner than you look.
That's a bull's-eye, Greenie!
You're supposed to help me.
We can't let that monster
Monster?
They're called teenage girls.
And, yeah, I don't
understand them either,
but I know a blaster in the
face is not a good opener!
And I thought
I was scary-looking.
This is the last guy that should
be calling anyone a monster.
Where are you taking me?
Far away from the
trigger-happy metal head.
Wait! Are you, like, a dude or a robot?
Or some kind of robo-dude?
You hit him high, and I'll
punch him everywhere else!
You idiots.
Do I have to
pound it through your thick skulls?
That ain't a girl!
You okay?
Don't be afraid.
I'm here to help you.
Don't
Need
- Help!
- What are you?
You better hope you missed.
A lot of heavy artillery
just to take out a kid.
Target reacquired.
Beware, she's
Silence!
Girl's back with her parents.
We need to take him out.
Directive, destroy.
All right, you chromed-out
phantom of the opera.
This is the part
where you give up.
Or get smashed.
Listen, idiot.
She is not your friend.
She's a shape-shifting alien, and
she's about to take over your planet.
Trust me.
Trust a zombie robot?
What, you going to have Red
Skull come and vouch for you?
Robo-creep's telling
the truth.
Smash her!
- She stole my look!
- Smash her!
So, he's not lying,
but one of them is?
Skaar's head muscle hurt.
'Bout time you
dimwits caught on.
- Shoot her.
- No, shoot her!
Wait! How do you
know which is which?
Doesn't matter.
Yeah,
it does matter, Tex.
You took out both of them,
including our friend.
We still don't
know which is which.
Can't recognize
your own cousin?
You gonna
give me a hand, or what?
Ironhide wasn't
kidding about aliens.
It's a super-Skrull.
Top dog in a violent race of
world-conquering shape shifters.
This creep copied all
the Fantastic Four's powers.
Mr.
Fantastic's
stretchability,
The Thing's
tremendous strength,
Sue Richards' ability
to turn invisible,
and the Human Torch, biggest
hothead of the bunch.
Super-Skrull
can mimic 'em all.
Shape shifting's a handy power.
You know, I wouldn't mind being
able to walk into a movie.
Without sending
the crowd running.
So, like, what's your deal, dude?
You some kind of
"Killer robot"?
Half-robot.
A cyborg.
Created by a project
code-named Deathlok.
Deathlok!
I'm gonna name
my band after you.
You're not into it?
I was sent here to stop super-Skrull.
From wiping out
every human on Earth.
You dumb apes
nearly blew it.
First off, not dumb.
Just because we're big
doesn't make us stupid.
And when a half-metal freak
shows up and starts blasting,
I start smashing.
You could have hurt a lot
of innocent people, too.
Not so sure
they're innocent.
Knew I hated the mall.
Heads up, troops.
Super-Skrull just went invisible girl!
Your unexpected arrival
has forced me to accelerate.
Our plans to end
your inferior species.
But patience never was
my strong suit.
Huh?
Where is he?
Take care of them
while I ready the weapon.
We've got a planet
to wipe clean.
Wipe clean?
Stay on him!
Can't let him set off whatever
planet-busting doomsday gimmick he's got.
Got one mission.
Save the Earth.
Don't plan on failing.
You know, we should
have seen this coming.
I call the green ones!
Hulks are scary.
There's too many!
They can't copy our strength, so the
facelifts won't help them much.
That so?
Again? I'm the real me,
you half-tin sideshow!
Guess that makes them
the Skrulls.
What? You too ugly to copy?
Not exactly.
Machinery.
They can't mimic it.
But you know
all about that.
Don't you, Skrull?
I got him, D-lok!
Red! They're using
confusion, and it's working.
We got to organize.
Wait a minute.
How do I know
that you're the real you?
'Cause I've been drinking
all your chocolate milk.
What?
We got to flatten
this mob now.
Hulks! Thunderclap!
So, your fancy pants
computer brain got a bead.
On where that unoriginal
alien got off to?
Down.
Beats waiting
for the elevator.
After you.
Trust him?
One look at Deathlok,
and you know he has
only one purpose.
Destruction.
So, no, I don't think so.
Oh, great! We're in
that stupid gadget store.
The one with the massage
chairs and the astronaut pens.
Skrull base.
Know 'em all too well.
Sure, I pegged
Deathlok as a bad guy.
But he's kind of awesome
with his robo eyeball.
I got to copy
his video footage.
I'm A-Bomb, by the way.
In case you wanted to know, or
Whatever.
I know who you are.
Seen your show.
Whoa, wait.
What, seriously?
Like, on purpose,
you watched it?
Guys, it's cool!
He's a fan!
Not a fan.
Came with
my mission download.
It's how we knew
it happened today.
Your broadcast was the
last footage of old Earth.
What do you mean,
"old Earth"?
And "last footage"?
And "down load"?
I knew you wouldn't get it.
That's
why I didn't tell you before.
Try me.
On this date, the Skrulls successfully
wipe out all life on the planet.
And terraform the scorched
Earth to resettle it.
Are you saying you're
from the future?
An unlucky survivor.
Hold up, hold on.
This dude is from the future?
Mind
Blown.
This way.
Stay out of sight.
What are those
pointy-eared elves up to?
They ain't building
toys for Santa.
No explosives.
No gas.
No laser.
What weapon
could they be using?
When in doubt, smash!
What do you want
with Earth?
It has strategic value to us.
An outpost from which
we can conquer other worlds.
These Skrulls
are all cowards.
They are good
at running away.
Don't worry.
We'll be back
to clean up when it's over.
Uh, he's going to
burn us to ashes, isn't he?
Rest in pieces, Hulks.
- After him!
- It's too hot!
Mission failure.
No, shut up!
It's not over!
Duck and cover!
You know, you kind of get used to
the blazing inferno after a minute.
- Just like a hot bath.
- That's 'cause it's moving away from us.
It's a spaceship
blasting off, genius.
The mall's a spaceship?
Bye, court of food.
And good-bye, Earth.
Okay, Hulks.
To the jump jet.
We can't stop them now.
My temporal computer has calculated
my mission as a failure.
There's no changing the future.
Earth is finished.
Save the Doom and gloom, Deathlok.
Your computer didn't factor us in.
And the Skrull haven't
flipped the switch yet.
So, let me guess.
We're
going back to the mall?
Yep.
The hard way.
This Skrull ship ain't
got much for artillery,
or they'd have blown us
straight out of the sky!
Analysis complete.
No explosive compounds present.
Impossible! Records show Earth's temperature
hit over 200 degrees globally today.
Only the heat from a
massive blast could do that.
Maybe you're
missing something.
Heat doesn't always
mean an explosion.
It's an ambush!
Who-faces dead ahead!
Got this.
Puny copycats.
Where's the King
fraud and his weapon?
Unless you want a face
like mine, start talking.
The controls are up.
Weapons down.
The super-Skrull
will be up!
Weapon is down.
Red,
A-Bomb, Skaar, smash it!
She-Hulk, stick with me.
I want to keep a close
eye on Mr.
Deathbot.
Let's do this!
Whoa! Bet you he knows
where the weapon is.
Come on, boys!
Spread out.
We'll find 'em.
Little green
man in here somewhere.
- Where did he go?
- Ah, he got past us.
Uh why floor open?
Aw, crackers!
Man, I hate Skrulls.
The weapon control has
got to be on that central console.
And if we can't shut it down
manually, I've got an option.
Directive.
In event of mission failure,
initiate self-destruct
sequence.
Might be strong enough
to take the controls out.
Hey.
We're stopping this,
and we're all going home.
Stop it, maybe.
But I'm not going back home.
There's no
return ticket for me.
Me of all people should
have known better.
Had Deathlok figured for a
bad guy 'cause of his look,
but turns out, he's
as brave as they come.
He gave up everything to save
a world he can't return to.
I'm gonna make sure
his trip's worth it.
They're down.
Let's move!
Mainframe locked.
Run decryption.
Wait! Stop!
These creeps tried to
dump us off the ship,
but we found out
their secret!
Where's pink Hulk?
She is safe.
Do not worry!
I'm not.
Idiot.
He served his purpose.
You,
however, have failed your mission.
Today, the Earth burns.
No way.
Phony Skaar!
No, dude, it's your reflection, and it's
Ow! Hot, hot, hot!
Back inside!
Aw, afraid of a little sunburn?
Yes.
Ow! Very.
Directed energy weapon!
How did I not see it?
You boil the ocean, fly home,
and come back to start fresh?
It served us well
in many star systems.
Not this one.
Help the
others smash the mirror.
While I pancake Mr.
global warming.
On it!
Get off my planet!
We're standing right
on the back of it.
- Got to find a weak spot.
- Or make one.
Easy!
Seriously, what have we got
against elevators today?
Just in time
to give us a hand.
The ship's interior is
built like crepe paper,
but the hull is some kind
of super dense alien metal.
Need big smash!
You guys always
break everything?
Yeah.
It's kind of our thing.
Huh?
Sit tight, gorgeous.
Everyone, smash the center.
At this rate, we'll never
smash through in time.
Temperature rising
at an exponential rate.
- Initiate self-destruct sequence.
- No!
Your world doesn't have much use for
a monster like me.
At least I can try and take this
thing with me.
You got two minutes.
No way!
Get off me!
Jen, get that core out of him,
and jam it into the crack.
The blast might be
enough to split the mirror.
Take your teammates and go.
This
tech is far too advanced for
- Oh.
- The world thinks we're monsters too.
But we're the only thing standing
between it and destruction.
Ha! In your fake
face, you face stealer!
Hey!
The Skrull's getting away!
Dang, I wanted to gloat.
He'll get what he deserves.
Come on, Deathlok.
We'll get you fixed up
back at the base.
Everybody, make for
the jump jet, now!
And don't you worry.
I know a thing or two
about breaking mirrors.
This will work.
That's worth seven years bad luck!
Booyah!
Hold still.
Had Tony Stark
special deliver that thing.
It ought to work.
Speaking of
special deliveries,
I see you got my invitation.
You sent us this flier
from the future.
To get us to the mall!
Mind
Blown again.
You're welcome to stay with us.
Make your home here.
We know what it's
like to be feared.
Only people who should
fear you are the bad guys.
And maybe mall owners.
Thanks for the offer.
But I studied this
world for my mission,
and dreamed of
seeing it for myself.
Well, Jen's heart
was in the right place.
With the trench coat disguise.
But no one should have
to hide who they are.
Not even a
time-traveling cyborg.
Hulk out.