Bruce continued in the laboratory concocting multiple solutions into a beaker. The laboratory was a complete wreck, from broken glass on the floor, to paperwork taking up so much space on his desk that it overflowed onto the floor. The obsession in finding a cure began to take a heavy toll on the doctor. Lack of eating and sleep seemed to have always been the problem. Multiple test tubes, beakers, and chemicals surrounded the work area counter. Bruce was dressed in his white lab coat, along with a pair of goggles and kitchen gloves. The scientist was prepared to rid the Hulk from his body, after what'd happened in New York with the clowned man they called 'The Joker.' The Joker was the main person to blame for the amount of lives that had been lost that day. Bruce blamed himself more than he blamed the Joker, motivating the scientist to try harder in finding a cure.

Bruce was like a robot in the laboratory, writing tons of notes in his green lab booklet he'd stolen from his ex-coworker Samuel Sterns. Sam had come close to finding a cure for his good friend, but the whole procedure failed and went wrong. Bruce started from scratch, and only hoped this concoction was going to be the cure he needed to rid the Hulk from his body. After mixing the concoction with another chemical substance, he knew he could no longer wait with the Hulk still inside him. The scientist removed his lab coat, and then his clothes. He tossed the lab goggles on the desk, and shredded down to his undies. Bruce put the chemical substance in the receiver, and threw himself in a chair. He threw his arms and legs in the chrome straps which quickly trapped the scientist's limbs. He knew the chrome straps were useless, but it was a preliminary precaution for his safety, not the Hulk's.

"Is the scientist ready for the exposure?" asked the VI that had helped Bruce concoct the antidote."Yes, Vigil... begin the exposure" requested Bruce as he took a deep sigh and and closed his eyes. "Commencing exposure" spoke the VI. The chair propped the thin and pale scientist high to where he had direct exposure to the drug. Suddenly, a purple light flashed upon the pale skin of Bruce. Bruce yelled so loud that it almost resembled the Hulk. He continued closing his eyes trying hard to bear the pain, but couldn't. The man started shaking violently, trying to fight back the drug that had been induced. Bruce then opened his eyes wide, and started realizing that the drug that was administered wasn't working. Bruce continued to shake violently, as if he were having a seizure. Suddenly the pain started fading, but Bruce knew what was occurring. "NO... NO.. NO!!!" yelled the helpless doctor, as the pale man began his transformation. The large tree trunk sized arms broke out of the chrome straps, as if they were made of paper. the Hulk was at his full form and more angrier than ever.

The large monster began pounding the hell out of the equipment in the laboratory, causing a large amount of damage. The Hulk roared so loud, that it echoed throughout the Hellicarrier. The Hulk grasped a hold of a large piece of equipment, and threw it at the large plated glass. The glass shattered into a million pieces, and covered the entire ground. The large equipment bounced against the steel wall of the hellicarrier, but exploded releasing a large fire which didn't faze the Hulk at all. Somebody needed to stop the Hulk before the Hellicarrier would've been destroyed.