The battle has raged for hours and both combatants are to the point of exhaustion. Captain America’s speed, agility, and shield have kept the Earthen brute at bay so far. The Thing’s rocky dermal layer is chipped and cracked; blood is seeping from between the folds. Cap continually lunges and withdraws, wearing Ben Grimm out; the Thing feebly throws anything he can get his hands on in the Captain’s general direction.
With one final hurl of his shield, the Thing is down; first to one knee, then the other, ultimately lying down on the concrete. Captain America approaches tentatively, knowing the awesome strength of this behemoth but when he sees the pain in the Thing’s eyes he hesitates. Grimm sees his chance and striking out like a viper, grabs Cap by the ankle pulling him in tight. He wraps his massive arms around the Vet.’s head and torso muffling his screams, and the cracking of bones. When it’s over, and the Fantastic Thing has recuperated, he rises, carrying his broken comrade in his arms and walks off into the distance.