Fictional Character Biography
"Mercy" Abigail Wright is an extremely unpredictable and dangerous foe, and has given multiple explanations to her origin, including being an alien, and angel, or, most recently, a woman who gained her powers through radiation treatments to save her from brain cancer. She considers herself on a mission of "mercy" to "help" those who are overcome with despair, but don't have the strength to commit suicide, believing that she is doing them a favor. This can include anything from dropping an electric toaster into the bath, to guiding the spirit of a comatose person to the afterlife. The Hulk is one of the few people Mercy has been unable to "help", as he refuses to stop fighting, no matter how horrible his existence may be.
As part of the Marvel NOW! event, Mercy later appears as one of Red Hulk's recruits for his new black ops incarnation of the Thunderbolts.
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