❝it's me! hi! i'm the problem, it's me!❞

𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐒, where gods tread lightly and mortals dare not venture, a child was born—a flicker of flame in the vast expanse of eternity. Her mother, a goddess of fire, was a being whose wrath and warmth had shaped worlds.

Ingrid Rebecca Banner came into the world not with a cry, but with a spark—a flame that danced upon her skin, casting a warm glow in the cold night.

From the moment she drew her first breath, she was bound to the fire. The flames whispered secrets only she could hear, their soft crackle like a lullaby in the dead of night. But that blessing was also a curse—a force of destruction that could not be easily tamed. In the heart of the girl, a struggle raged between the human desire for connection and the divine pull of her fiery nature.

As she grew, so did her powers, and with them, a fierce love for battle emerged. It was not just the thrill of the fight that drew her in, but a deeper, almost primal satisfaction in defending those who could not defend themselves. She loved the sense of justice it brought—the satisfaction of defending the innocent, of punishing those who sought to bring harm. Fighting gave her a strange, serene peace.

Her father, who was no stranger to the burden of uncontrollable power, saw the same inner turmoil in Ingrid that he fought within himself. The Hulk within him recognized the rage, the potential for destruction. He had hoped she would be spared his curse, that she might live a life of peace, untouched by the chaos that had plagued his own existence. But fate had other plans.

And so, Ingrid lived as she was born—a flicker of flame in the vastness of eternity, always burning, always alive.

❝i'll stare directly at the sun,
but never in the mirror❞