Do Not Piss Off This Brie Larson! 

Preface: I'd love for this Brie Larson to be working out with the other Avenger actors at the gym.

https://www.deviantart.com/bliaha/art/Brie-Larson-Big-Biceps-Deep-Fake-870313864

Brie walks over to the bench press where Chris Hemsworth is finishing his 8-rep set with 250 pounds selected. He grunts and squeezes them out and then stands up next to her and flexes. He then high fives Chris Evans and says "Bet Miss Brie Cheese can't beat that!" He then mock bows and makes a big sweeping motion to the bench.

Brie's right eyebrow lifts, she snorts, and says "Really Hemsworth? Are you really this childish? Goddamn, MEN!" She bends over to retrieve the weight key. She moves it swiftly up to the 100 pound slot and sees Hemsworth and Evans start to guffaw and elbow each other in their abs. Then their eyes open wider as she starts to lower the key and mutters "I've already warmed up at the other apparatus, I think I'll just get into my regular workout immediately." They start to nervously clear their throats and shift their stances as the key goes down lower and lower and lower on the plates on the machine. She places it next to 500 and says, "Nah, I need to stretch out a bit" as she moves it to 550. She slides it in nonchalantly and lays on her back on the bench in one fluid motion.

"No fucking way! How many reps do you think you can do with that, woman?" snarls Hemsworth. He then puts his foot next to her side giving her a good view of what he considers his beefy sausage and balls in their jockstrap. "I'll spot her, she'll be dead if she can even lift it once!" says Evans. She shoves Hemsworth's leg away and looks them dead in the eyes and says, "Step back ladies, you might get hurt! I'll do at least 12 - 15 reps now".

Her hands grip the handles and her arms bulge as veins start popping out alll over like snakes coming out of the sand. She takes a big intake of breath and lifts the weight high and locks her arms for 5 seconds, then she exhales and slowly lowers it down towards her bulging pecs. She then holds it at the bottom just above her chest for 5 seconds and takes another breath while slowly lifting the weights. The only sign of strain is the veins in her neck and and on her arms, but she is rock solid still otherwise. Both Hemsworth and Evans start to get a strange feeling in the pit of their stomachs and in someplace lower as she calmly says "One". The slow, sure lifting motion of her arms are as steady and regular as a well tuned engine's piston's while idling. "Two"..."Three"..."Four"..."Five"...

Hemsworth looks at Evans "Bugger this, there's got to be a trick, right mate?!" "Six"..."Seven"..."Evans, whose breathing has become a bit agitated says "I don't see how! Unless those weights under 250 are hollow, they have to add up to 550, don't they?" "Eight"..."Nine"..."Ten"...

Brie stops with the weights up in the air and smiles at the boys and winks. "So you think these are hollow? Do you want to see? I remember Chris saying he'd spot me!" "Well...I don't know..." says Evans. "Fuck it, let us hold 'em up for a sec and we'll see if they're real or not!" says the nonplussed Hemsworth.

Both men walk to the side of the machine and grip each end of the handle. Brie says "OK, I'm going to let you hold this, but you better not drop it or there'll be hell to pay!" They both brace themselves and Brie let go of the handle. Their arms immediately lowered as the full weight hit them. Brie hissed, but luckily they were strong enough to stop the descent and hold the weight up. But they were noticeably shaking across their shoulders and in their legs. "Satisfied? Do you boys want me to take it back now?" "Goddammit! Yes - you better do it soon!" gasped out Hemsworth in embarrassment. When Brie's steady grip relieves the pressure, both Hemsworth and Evans vent heavy sighs and breath a bit heavier for a bit.

"Eleven"..."Twelve"... "OK, you proved your point, bitch! You can stop showing off now!" spits out Hemsorth. Suddenly Brie lets go of the right handle and grab's Hemsworth's crouch in an a truly industrial vice-like grip. She lowers the weight and as she lifts it back up she says "Thirteen"... and tightens her crouch hold even more. When she lowers it again, she minutely relaxes her grip to not kill her co-star, but when lifting it back up she squeezes harder again making uncontrollable sobs heave out of Hemsworth's throat and torrents of tears run down his face and onto his muscle shirt and shoes. "Fourteen..."

"Quit it Brie, you're hurting Chris!" yells Evans. Her head swivels over slowly and she smiles menacingly and says, "Should I switch hands?" Evans puts his hands over his shrinking testes and dick and backs away shaking his head. Instead of holding the weight at chest level for 5 seconds, Brie counts to 10 Mississippi before her long, slow lift while her tighening death grip on Hemsworth's crushed balls and prick. Once she sets the weight down, she finally realeases Hemsworth's mangled unit and he sinks to floor in abject pain and rolls up like a little armadillo trying to protect its soft belly.

She stands up and put her hands on her hips and looks down at the devastated action actor and then points her finger at him menacingly. "You NEVER call me a bitch ever again or I swear I'll tear that useless little thing you call a penis off your body, GOT IT?! Now apologize while I'm still feeling nice! APOLOGIZE MOTHER FUCKER!"

Hemsworth shudders at the volume of her chastisement and meekly stammers "I-I-I'm sorry B-B-Brie! Please for-forgive me!" She raised her foot over his face and stamps down just a few inches from his head. Then she reaches down under his arms and lifts him to his feet. She relishes feeling him quivering in her strong hands as he stands unsteadily next to her.

"Is it my imagination, or is she actually taller than me now? No, no that can't be true!" thinks Hemsworth. She looks and smiles evilly at the shaken man. She seems to almost imperceptibly nod her head as if she reads his mind and he feels like a shrunken shell of a man in the thrall of a superior being...a GODDESS!

She roughly shoves him into Evans who barely catches him before they both hit the ground. She strides over and widens her stance with her fists clenched and laughs softly and menacingly at them. "You better get an icepack for 'Thor's' tiny tater tots and weinie, 'Private America'! Hell, an ice cube might be enough now! HA HA HA I gotta finish my workout, I'll catch you later ladies!"

(Not so) Luckily, for the male actors, DMZ obtains footage from another gym patron who filmed the entire incident on her iPhone. It becomes insanely viral and popular on the internet and Brie's standing with movie fans becomes titanic as they see she REALLY is the future of the MCU (M-SHE-U?) and that Captain Marvel IS the ULTIMATE Avenger. When "Avengers: No Men Allowed" hits the theaters in 2025, its box office surpasses the previous 3 Avengers movies...combined! Meanwhile, Brie Larson workout videos selll out and her own centers open all across the US, Europe, Japan and South Korea and women flock to learn how to become a bit more super heroic themselves!

End note: The art of Deviant user bliaha inspired this story. He has so many amazing morphs, pics and animations you should check out!