"Please fasten your safety belts," Shannon said on the intercom

"Please fasten your safety belts," Shannon said on the intercom. Her fellow flight attendants paced down the aisles, ensuring the passengers did as she instructed. "We are making our final approach to Gotham City and should be arriving shortly. Thank you for flying Air Gotham."

Shannon hung the intercom back in place then sighed. She was sick of hearing her own voice sound so cheap and chipper when all she really wanted to do was get off the plane and have a cigarette. How she longed for the old days when it was allowed.

Of course everything about flying these days was awful. So many new regulations, each day they changed, customers more and more disgruntled with the searches and increasing costs. Shannon was actually scared to sneeze for fear of getting fire.

But it was her job and bemoaning it wasn't going to help. And she needed to get out there and help.

She drew the curtain aside and nodded at her co-workers, who had just taken care of the first class passengers. She squeezed past one of them and stepped her way into coach. It seemed they'd done what they were told. Which wasn't a surprise, it was usually the first classers that had an issue with the rules; unless you counted all the people in coach with kids. No one made their kids do as they were told these days.

Shannon strode down the aisle until she came to a dark haired man fidgeting with his seat belt. She crouched down and pulled out a professional smile. "Sir may I help you get that fastened properly?"

The man's face flushed and he wiped a hand through his hair. "I…I'm sorry," he said. "I don't much travel like this."

"It's no problem sir," Shannon replied and noticed his keen eyes. This man wasn't half bad. She adjusted the belt and clicked it into place. Too bad he seemed to be kind of dumb. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"No…it's alright," the man squinted at her name tag. "Shannon."

"Well if you need anything…" Shannon paused and found herself squinting at him. "I'm sorry but I swear I've seen you before what was your name?"

"Bruce," the man replied, tucking a bit of hair behind his ear and his mouth twitched to a smile. "But I really doubt we've seen each other before. Like I said I don't often fly like this."

"Coach can be a hassle sometimes," Shannon smiled and actually felt like she meant it. She was certain she'd seen this man before. There certainly was something about him, like he was hiding something, something special. She glanced around and sighed. "Well Bruce I have to see to the other passengers. If I have time we'll talk again and I'll see if I can figure out who exactly you are."

She flashed him a killer smile, the one she'd talked about getting a patent on. Shannon righted herself and looked at the passengers. Seven of them were now out of their seats. Each had dark skin, black hair, and wore bandanas on their heads. Her eyes widened when the training videos she'd half slept through suddenly kicked in.

Other passengers started gasping and hyperventilating when the men pulled out knives, made of some sort of plastic but still sharp enough to slit a throat. To her side Bruce strained to see what was going on.

"Allah Akkbar!!" the men shouted and rushed at the cockpit amid the screams of passengers. One of the terrorists shoved past Shannon and she landed in Bruce's seat. His eyes were wide with the same horror that every other passenger had. Shannon found herself gripping his arms tightly and she looked through the open curtain even as the terrorists killed the air marshal and ripped his pistol from its holster. The terrorists rushed the cockpit, however they were met with failure as one of the stewardesses had warned the pilots and the cockpit had been sealed from the rest of the plane. There were curses in Farsi and one of the terrorists began yelling at the others, jabbing his finger at the passengers.

Bruce grappled with his seat belt until it came off. Shannon could feel his pulse quickening as he stood up and pushed her off of him. She tightened her grip on his arm, but he ripped it away and he rushed forward.

For a split second she thought, even hoped he was going to confront the terrorists. Maybe he was one of those undercover air marshals she'd heard about. Maybe he would shoot them and they would all be safe.

Instead he turned and locked himself in the bathroom.

A real hero.

But Shannon had other problems to worry about. The terrorists broke off from their group up front and tore passengers from their seats. One of them came to coach, the moment he entered his eyes went to her. She stumbled back but he already latched onto her arm.

Shannon forced gulps of air into her lungs and her eyes stung with frightened tears. She stumbled and the terrorist grabbed her auburn hair and dragged her the rest of the way to the front of the plane.

More tears forced themselves out as she was pulled to her feet by her hair. The leader pressed his knife to her throat and put his coal eyes just in front of hers.

"Open the cockpit door!" He roared, spittle flecked on her cheek. "Do you hear me!? Open it!"

"I…I…"

"Open it!" his hand flew at her face and the world spun, she tasted copper in her mouth.

"I…I can't…" she sobbed as they manhandled her back to her feet. "I can't! It's sealed from the inside!"

The terrorist roared again and shoved her to the intercom. "Can the pilot's hear you? Can you talk to them?"

Shannon tried to speak but all she could manage was a small nod. The terrorist ripped the intercom off its hook and shoved it at her face. "Talk to them. Tell them they have two minutes to open the door or we will start to kill passengers! Tell them that every minute they do not open the doors we will kill two of you!"

The intercom fumbled in her hands and she they couldn't stop shaking as she pressed the button to call the cockpit. The other terrorists started roaming, looking for suitable targets to slaughter. Two of them stopped in front of the bathroom.

"We saw a man run into here!" one yelled.

"Coward!" the leader laughed. "Make him come out. He will be the first to die!"

The other two laughed and started pounding on the door and yelling. Shannon tried to relay the message she was given but her voice wouldn't come out as she watched the terrorists starting to kick at the bathroom door. They were starting to get angry. The leader was too. He charged down to the bathroom and shouted at the top of his lungs.

All three of them kicked and threw their shoulders at the door until it finally smashed open…then it happened.

The terrorists recoiled backward, one even dropped his knife. The entire airplane shuddered and the lights flickered and an ear shattering roar fired from the bathroom. A massive green hand shot forward and grabbed the terrorist leader then flung him back against the wall. The airplane shuddered again and the bathroom burst into pieces as a green mass exploded out.

"Puny humans!" the Hulk grabbed one of the terrorists.

Shannon dropped the intercom and screamed.

There you have it. I can make no promises as to when this will be coming out. I still have some important details to hammer out and don't want to start posting the story until then. So I guess you'll have to make do with this short preview for now. Thanks for reading everyone!