Mission Report of Clint Barton aka Hawkeye
Galactus eats planets.
That sounds so stupid, like something an eight-year-old would come up with while jabbing a bad-guy doll with his collection of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.
You would think that it started sounding a lot less stupid when Galactus tried to eat Earth, but no, it still just sounded like a stupid way to die.
All of Earth's heroes tried to fight him off. Even some villains got in on the act because losing Earth meant losing their subterrainean lairs and creepy Eastern European nations and whatnot. And besides, some of those guys just like fighting.
None of it was making a dent. Not Thor, not the Sentry, not a mix-and-match fun pack of nuclear missiles.
Banner Hulked out, obviously. He punched Galactus in the face a couple of times, which must've been satisfying, but didn't leave so much as a bruise.
And that's when it happened. The Hulk is what happens when Banner gets angry, and I guess this is what happens when the Hulk gets angry. Stark called it the Worldbreaker and that's as good a name as any. It was huge and I swear to God you could hear its heartbeat from ten blocks away.
The Worldbreaker Hulk told Galactus he would destroy the planet before he let Galactus eat it. I couldn't hear what Galactus said back, but I'm guessing he didn't believe the Hulk. So the Hulk, the Worldbreaker, he proved it. He stamped down on the San Andreas Fault and it started moving. He ripped the West Coast of California up from the ground and he threw it into space. Galactus punched it back to the ground, but everybody on it was already dead, and so was everybody they landed on.
The point, as far as I'm concerned, is that it worked. It worked when nothing else did. Galactus decided not to eat Earth because the Hulk proved he would ruin the meal.
And yeah, a lot of people died. A lot. They're saying millions. It doesn't even seem real.
In the chaos of it all, when the battle ended, there was no way to get to Banner and break the news…I mean, Banner's not made of glass, but we normally try to tell him stuff like this…I don't know, I don't want to say 'gently' because that doesn't sound right, but I can't think of a better word. Before we could get to him, he must have seen all the bodies, all the destruction. He was right in the middle of it, after all.
I guess I don't know for sure what happened then. All I know is that I was the first one to find him, in the middle of all that debris. No reason I found him, just chance. We were all looking. He looked dead. He really looked dead.
He wasn't dead, though, just knocked out.
And he hasn't woken up since.