This wasn't how it was supposed to be.
This wasn't how it was supposed to be!
This wasn't how it was supposed to be!
How could a riffraff gathering of mutants like this actually manage to push them back to this extent?! They were supposed to be weak! On the brink of extinction after Scarlet Witch had de-powered the lot of them, especially since the violence towards those who still had powers didn't stop!
Yet... yet they were winning! Most of Osborn's Avengers were either in a stalemate with their opponents or on the verge of losing. The only one who wasn't a part of those categories was Sentry, who had been blasted away! The single most powerful member of his team, and likely the most powerful being on the planet, had been taken off the board just like that!
"It's over Osborn." The voice of Scott Summers reached his ears but before he could retaliate against him, he was once more slammed down to the earth by that abominable son of Hulk.
The gray skinned monstrosity seemed to be having a jolly good time with attacking Norman, considering the eerie smile on his face, and the current leader of the Avengers could feel his teeth crack as he gritted them. The sheer gall of the offspring of a monster and some space whore looking down at him! He would have his vengeance, one way or another.
"It's… not over." And he would have it now! Even if it meant he had to order a fucking nuclear strike on this pathetic rock!
"No, it is." Yet before he could attempt anything similar to that, he heard a voice from above and felt the armor around his limbs tighten painfully; making him scream as he looked up and his eyes widened.
There could not be any mistake in recognizing the man above him. He might have been somewhat elusive for a while but there was no way anyone could mistake that red bodysuit and purple cape. And one would have needed to live under a rock, or more accurately somewhere near earth's core, in order to not recognize that helmet.
"And I believe that you have overstayed your welcome." Magneto declared as the magnetic energy around him sparked like lightning.
Yet Osborn could feel a smile grow on his face as he turned towards Summers.
"You… you have lost." He said with a demented giggle before pointing at the Master of Magnetism. "You think you can actually have fucking Magneto come to your aid and expect nothing to happen?! No, no you have fucked up Summers! The world will not stay quiet after this! The whole world will recognize you and your little group of misfits as terrorists! As enemies of the world!" He hadn't lost. No, he was on the cusp of true victory!
Yet for some reason Summers didn't look like there was anything wrong going on. No, the leader of the X-Men looked like there was nothing wrong, like none of what Norman said had any meaning or value. Why?!
The whole world would soon know of this! That the leader of the X-Men was now allied with the most well known mutant terrorist on the planet! That he no longer was a 'hero'! So why was he so calm as he walked up to him?!
"Look into my eyes Osborn and tell me." The leader of the X-Men stood before him, his visor glowing an ominous shade of red. "Do I look like I care?"
…huh?
"I am not one of those little government boys like you and your fake Avengers. I am not standing here for popularity or some sort of imaginary power that being part of the government gives." He said as he took another step, getting into Norman's personal space and showing no care about it. "I am not here for any of those stupid things, I'm here to protect my people from those like you. I always stood for that and since playing nice with people like you have led to nothing but monsters and killer robots on my doorstep, I think it's high time to look into alternative solutions; don't you think so?" And as if they were simply waiting for him to give this speech, the rest of the people on Summers' side landed around them.
Magneto with his magnetic glory. Namor who still had stone like skin from whatever the son of Hulk did. Wolverine with his claws bloody and his costume torn in several places. The giant son of Hulk and Hercules, right before dropping the unconscious form of Ares before him. Illyana and Piotr Rasputin, one with metal skin and one with a huge sword resting on her shoulder. And finally, the son of Hulk who had insulted Norman the first day they made contact; floating with his eyes glowing an eerie bluish white.
Right after them, the remaining members of Norman's Avengers landed beside him. Captain Marvel, Hawkeye and Spider-Man, but even Norman could not deny the truth in front of him.
He had lost.
"Know that the only reason I'm not blasting your head, no matter how much I want to, is because I am not like you and your little band of psychopaths. So I will give you this one last chance." He then leaned forward and his visor glowed. "Get the fuck off my island."
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