Shifting gears from fighting off the strange sizzling pain to looking for the girl who had aroused his fury to such heights, the Hulk spun in place on the beach, searching for her in his blind spot. He turned full circle once, then twice before screaming out his frustration and pounding his fists into the sand hard enough to throw up a small sandstorm that whipped over the beach blown by the coastal breeze before settling again.

He shouted and hit the ground again before subsiding, putting a hand over his wounded eye with a low sound of misery. It was healing, but it had hurt, and he wanted that to stop. In a last burst of pique, he picked up a boulder and threw it far out to see before sitting down in the sand to watch the sun go down and wait for his eye to heal.