In a hospital for disabled veterans in New York City, Blonsky walked in with a somewhat dazed look. He recalled that night two days ago; if not for that mysterious woman, he might have been another patient in this hospital.

Every time he thought of that guy's fists and the mangled bodies of his comrades, he couldn't help but feel fear and shame. He wanted to personally defeat that green monster.

Today, he was here to visit a former comrade, a young man who, during the mission to capture the Hulk, had his spine broken and could no longer stand or have children. Besides the spinal fracture, his legs had been amputated. Compared to those who died, living like this was a greater torment.

If he ended up disabled like that, he might have ended it himself. He was a warrior, a pure warrior who loved to fight.