The trashcan hit the Abomination like a swift flying pebble, achieving naught but a mild (if stinging) annoyance. It bounced off harmlessly to the side as the green monster halted his senseless rampage and instead whirled around to face this person who dared to hurl bins at him. His lips were curled into a nasty snarl, baring all his jagged teeth, while his fists clenched and unclenched readily. Before him stood a woman of pure steel, the morning sun glinting off the hardened swells of her muscles as she prepared herself for the inevitable. She appeared cocky in her manner and gestures, an attitude problem the Abomination would rectify by stomping her until she resembled the trashcan which had been used to get his attention; a crumpled heap of metal. His black eyes bore into her as he lowered his body in preparation to charge, with his single-track mind leaving him almost completely unaware of the lessened damage and death (or the zipping figure responsible for the economical outcome).<br/><br/>"You've just made a big mis-," the Abomination cut his sentence short with a pained howl as a piercing sting suddenly shot up from his legs. With a heavy grunt of surprise he stumbled forward before twisting his head back to see what manner of creature, or weapon, could cut his impenetrable hide. His black eyes widened in shock at the sight of the slender, green-skinned, being before shifting into a piercing glower. He barely acknowledged the insult, having come to terms with the exchange of appearance for power a long time ago. The real insult was that such a pea would actually have the gall to cut him. Nobody was stronger than the Abomination, not S.H.I.E.L.D, not the Avengers, not the Hulk and certainly not some mutant pretty-boy with an apparent penchant for fencing.<br/><br/>With a throaty growl, he turned to face the small man as the armour-skinned woman almost faded from memory. The gash across his legs was quickly healing but the insult remained. Emily Bronsky, once an experienced soldier, may now be a hulking beast of strength and power but he retained enough from his previous life to know how sometimes that wasn't enough. The "mutant" before him looked like he might have the advantage of being limber but the Abomination had faced similar enemies before. If he wanted to dodge and weave, then Bronsky would simply give him something that wasn't so easy to evade as a fist. With a grim smirk the Abomination drew back his muscular arms before driving them together with an eardrum shattering CLAP. The force which emanated from the strike was enough to cause the road in front of him to crack and shake as the invisible, wide-sweeping, punch, sped toward Gamoran.