(Marvel, DC, images, manhuas, and every anime that will be mentioned and used in this story are not mine. They all belong to their respective owners. The main character "Karito Josue Valdez" and the story are mine)
Pietro Pov
My sister and I had been leading a clandestine existence, taking on menial tasks to sustain ourselves. Today, an enigmatic phone call beckoned us to the heart of Sokovia, instructing us to rendezvous at the dilapidated church. With cautious anticipation, we approached the ancient structure, its walls bearing the scars of time and neglect. As we entered the forsaken sanctuary, a figure sat shrouded in the shadows, prompting my sister's instinctual switch to a businesslike demeanor.
(Wanda) "Talk, and if you are wasting our time..."
(Ultron) "Did you know this church is in the exact center of the city? The elders decreed it so that everyone could be equally close to God. I like that. The geometry of belief... You're wondering why you can't look inside my head."
(Wanda) Cautiously approaching Ultron "Sometimes it's hard. But sooner or later, every man shows himself."
(Ultron) "Oh, I'm sure they do." Reveals himself
Taken aback by the unexpected sight before us, my sister and I instinctively retreated, a mixture of curiosity and wariness etched upon our faces. The enigmatic automaton, however, continued to speak, its words resonating in the hollow confines of the ancient church.
(Ultron) "But you needed something more than a man. That's why you let Stark take the scepter."
(Wanda) "I didn't expect it, but I saw Stark's fear. I knew it would control him. Make him self-destruct."
(Ultron) "Everyone creates the things they dread. Man of peace creates engines of war. Invaders create Avengers. People create... smaller people? Uh... CHILDREN!" Chuckles "I lost the word there. Children, designed to supplant them, to help them end."
(Wanda) "Is that why you've come, to end the Avengers?"
(Ultron) "I've come to save the world. But also... Yeah."
Meanwhile with Karito
Karito Pov
How the hell does Ultron know? I haven't told a single soul about it. Also, wasn't I suppose to already exist? That's what the Gods told me when I first got teleported here. Why does he know that I'm an anomaly?! Kara!
"When in doubt, blame the Darks."
Seriously?
"Jokes aside, it's a possibility. He did say he heard voices and some spoke to him."
So you are telling me a Dark was able to enter the internet and influence Ultron?
"There are all kinds of enemies with all kinds of powers so I wouldn't be surprised. They most likely tried to mess with the bond that you have made with the Avengers or something along those lines but he has fulfilled his main objective."
And that is?
"Making Ultron obsessed with you. You will be his main target so I would be careful if I were you."
Of course, it's always me who gets their ass handed all the time. Stats.
Player: Karito Josue Valdez
Level: 58
EXP: 15,300/26,000
HP: 290,000/290,000
Prestige: 5
Hero: Spider-Man (Miles Morales)
STR: 300
END: 297
INT: 279
DEX: 322
VIT: 290
(Stat Points) SP: 0
I've been putting in a lot of effort lately to reach Prestige Master before or during the end game. It's been quite a grind, constantly taking on missions with S.H.I.E.L.D and raiding with the Avengers. I've been training diligently every day for the past three years, bugging Steve to help me improve my skills. I really owe him a big thanks for teaching me so much.
"I know player, it's a good thing you have status recovery for the fatigue. You go overboard all the time and it's worrisome."
I can't catch a break, these Darks are getting stronger every time they get here.
"I see your point, Player."
Yeah, I should keep looking for Ultron now.
"Player, Steve Rogers is approaching you."
Upon hearing Kara's words, I cast my gaze downward and beheld the sight of Steve patiently standing before me.
(Steve) "Can you get down from the ceiling real quick?"
(Karito) "Sure" He drops and doesn't make a sound when he lands "What's up? Did you find anything?"
(Steve) "Not yet, bu-"
(Karito) "Then what is it?"
(Steve) "It's about the outburst from earlier."
(Karito) Sighs "Look, I'm sorry. I tend to lose control of my emotions, okay? And it's not because I'm emotional its because of a condition."
(Steve) "Condition?"
(Karito) "I have autism."
(Steve) "Why haven't you told me?"
(Karito) "Because it's something I rather not talk about."
(Steve) "I understand, but... I..."
(Karito) "Look, if your gonna say sorry then don't. You haven't done anything wrong, I should be the one apologizing."
(Steve) "It's just, I get worried about you. I have told you this before, to have a break once in a while."
(Karito) "Steve, I can't. You saw the types of enemies I ALONE need to fight."
(Steve) "You don't have to fight them alone."
(Karito) "Yes, I do. You haven't seen what they do when someone who isn't like me does to them. They get corrupted, and there's no way in HELL that I'm gonna allow any of my friend's blood to be on MY hands because I had to kill them. You know how badly FUCKED up I would be if I ever needed to hurt you all because I had no choice?"
(Steve) "Bu-"
(Karito) "No buts! End of story! Let's just keep looking for Ultron." Walks away
(Steve) Sigh
(Coulson) Walks beside Steve "He's doing it again."
(Steve) "I know..."
(Coulson) "I admire the fact that he does it to protect everyone he cares about but he shuts himself out without even noticing and faces everything alone."
(Steve) Pinches the bridge of his nose out of frustration "I know..."
(Coulson) "Let's go and do something to distract ourselves."
(Steve) "Alright..."
No pov
Steve, accompanied by Coulson and Hill, gracefully disembarks from the confines of the elevator, their presence commanding attention. As the doors slide shut behind them, Hill assumes the role of the dutiful informant, commencing her report on the intricate revelations surrounding Ultron.
(Maria Hill) "He's all over the globe. Robotics labs, weapons facilities, jet propulsion labs. Reports of a metal man, or men, coming in and emptying the place."
(Steve) "Fatalities?"
(Maria Hill) "Only when engaged. Mostly guys are left in a fugue state going on about old memories, worst fears, and "something too fast to see."
(Coulson) "That's one of the Maximoff twins, Pietro."
(Steve) "That makes sense he'd go to them. They have someone in common."
(Coulson) "You mean Strucker, right?"
(Maria Hill) "Not anymore." Shows them a picture of a deceased Strucker inside his cell, besides him was written "PEACE" with his blood.
On the upper level, Karito strolls by Clint, who is engrossed in a phone conversation, unwittingly catching fragments of his discourse with his heightened senses.
(Clint) "That's a negative. I answer you... Yes, ma'am."
(Karito) "Hey, Clint. Everything good?"
(Clint) "Yeah, man. You got something?"
(Karito) "Yeah, Steve got something. Look."
(Clint) "I gotta go." Hangs up
Karito and Clint swiftly converge with the rest of the esteemed assemblage of Avengers, joining their esteemed comrades in their collective pursuit.
(Steve) Gives a document too Thor and shows the image of a dead Strucker
(Tony) "What is that?"
(Steve) "A message. Ultron killed Strucker." Thor slams the tablet at Tony's chest "And he did a Bansky at the crime just for us."
(Natasha) "This is a smoke screen. Why send a message when you've just given a speech?"
(Steve) "Strucker knew something that Ultron wanted us to miss."
(Natasha) "Yeah, I bet he... Yeah. Everything we had on Strucker's been erased."
(Steve) "Not everything."
(Karito) "Oh god NO-"
With a meticulous and discerning gaze, they embarked upon the task of meticulously sifting through the concealed contents within the carefully curated assortment of boxes, delving into the depths of hidden files with unwavering determination and unwavering resolve.
(Karito) "This is so annoying."
(Steve) "Suck it up, find any known associates. Baron Strucke had a lot of friends."
(Bruce) "Well, these people are all horrible."
(Karito) "What about this guy?"
(Tony) "Wait. I know him. He's from back in the day. He operates off the African coast. Black market arms." Steve gives him the "Are you serious look" "There are conventions. All right? You meet people. I didn't sell him anything. He was talking about finding something that would be a game-changer. It was all very Ahab."
(Karito) "Oh, wait. He sells Vibranium."
(Steve) "How do you know that?"
(Karito) "I was hacking black market accounts until I came by a security feed of a camera inside a boat."
(Tony) "How do you just do that for fun?"
(Karito) "I just do, man. Anyways, we have a lead. Ultron might be going to him to grab some of the Vibranium."
(Thor) "What about the brand on his neck?"
(Bruce) Looks for the brand on Ulysses Klaue's neck "Oh, yeah. It's a word in an African dialect meaning "thief." In a much less friendly way."
(Karito) "Is it Wakanda?"
(Bruce) "Yeah, Wakanda. Why?"
(Karito) "If there is one place I would NOT hack it's Wakanda. Those people would murder me the instant I enter their server."
(Tony) "If this guy got out of Wakanda with some of their trade goods..."
(Steve) "I thought Tony's father said he had the last of it."
(Karito) "Bro... Steve, those people have a mountain worth of Vibranium. I would stay on their good side if I were you."
(Bruce) "An entire mountain?"
(Karito) "Yeah, I got a friend that I accidentally meet from there and they told me that."
(Tony) "Accidentally?"
(Karito) "...I accidentally broke into their cameras of one of their labs..."
(Tony) 'WHAT?!"
(Steve) "Karito, are you crazy?"
(Karito) "I am crazy, what kind of question is that?"
(Steve) Facepalm
(Karito) "One of them even sent me a message on Whatsapp and literally started interrogating me, but after literally hours of talking it out we...somehow became friends?"
(Tony) "You're gonna make me stress out."
(Karito) "Anywho! Let's go and take in a dealer, shall we?
Timeskip
Location
Salvage Yard, African Coast
No Pov
Within the dilapidated vessels nestled within the vast expanse of the Salvage Yard, an inconspicuous workstation lay concealed, its presence known only to those who possessed intimate knowledge of its existence. A bevy of individuals toiled meticulously, their purposeful movements orchestrating a delicate dance as they maneuvered intricate machinery across the ship's deck. Amidst this industrious activity, Klaue, a figure of nefarious repute, stood poised on the precipice of the ship's bow, engaged in an animated conversation over a telephone with one of his loyal soldiers, his voice resonating with a mixture of authority and cunning.
(Klaue) "Don't tell me your men swindled you. I sent you six short-range heat-seekers and a boat full of rusted parts. Now, you will make it right, or the next missile I send you will come very much faster." Hangs up the phone and continues the call he had on hold with the minister "Now, minister, where were we?"
Abruptly, the once steady hum of the ship's engine fell silent, its cessation heralding a wave of consternation that washed over the collective of workers, who now found themselves mired in a state of disquietude. Sensing the mounting unease, Klaue, a man of ruthless disposition, instinctively reached for his firearm, his fingers curling around the cold metal with deliberate intent. With measured steps, he cautiously advanced towards the threshold of his quarters, shrouded in an oppressive cloak of darkness that seemed to swallow all remnants of light. In a moment of perceived threat, Klaue reacted instinctively, unleashing a hail of bullets that tore through the air, a futile attempt to quell the encroaching menace. However, the swift and elusive figure that materialized before him, an ethereal blur of motion, defied the mortal limitations of speed and perception. With unparalleled dexterity, this enigmatic presence intercepted each bullet in its trajectory, delicately placing them upon a table, the metal casings resonating with an eerie symphony of defiance against the oppressive silence.
(Klaue) "Yeah. The Enhanced. Strucker's prized pupils. Do you want candy? Hmm? I was sorry to hear about Strucker. But then, he knew what kind of world he was helping create. Human life. Not a growth market.
A fleeting exchange of glances between the twins, their eyes momentarily locked in a shared moment of astonishment, betrayed their shared sense of incredulity. The subtle but perceptible shift in their countenances did not escape Klaue's astute observation, his perceptive gaze honing in on the telltale signs of their surprise.
(Klaue) "Wait, you didn't know?" Leans in "Is this your first time intimidating someone? I'm afraid I'm not that afraid."
(Wanda) "Everybody is afraid of something."
(Klaue) "Cuttlefish. Deep sea fish. They make lights, disco lights..." Starts imitating the noise of a cuttlefish "... To hypnotize their prey, and then..." Does a quick grab motion with his hand "I saw a documentary. It was terrifying." Pietro uses his speed to grab a piece of candy in the blink of an eye and eats it "So if you're going to fiddle with my brain and make me see a giant cuttlefish, then I know you don't do business. And I know you're not in charge." Stands up "And I only deal with the man in charge."
In a matter of mere moments, Klaue found himself forcibly propelled out of his confined quarters, launched with a forceful momentum that defied his control. Hurtling through the air, his body twisted and turned until gravity mercilessly reclaimed its dominion, causing him to crash unceremoniously onto the unforgiving surface beneath him. Sprawled upon his back, he lay there, his position a stark testament to the abruptness and sheer power of the expulsion he had just experienced.
(Ultron) "There is no man in charge." Gets closer to the fallen Klaue "Let's talk business."
At Ultron's behest, Klaue ushered Ultron towards the concealed vault, an underground chamber of impenetrable secrecy accessed by a clandestine elevator concealed within the confines of the facility. Stepping onto the platform, the two figures embarked on a descent into the depths, each moment instilling a growing sense of anticipation. As the doors slid open to reveal the hidden treasure within, Klaue proudly presented his coveted collection of Vibranium. With a flourish of his hand, he showcased the extraordinary properties of this rare and precious substance, a manifestation of power and possibility that left Ultron both intrigued and captivated.
(Ultron) "Upon this rock, I will build my church." Spins the container "Vibranium." Throws it to Pietro so he can observe it
(Klaue) "You know, it came at great personal cost. It's worth billions."
(Ultron) Chuckles and starts hacking banks to make the transaction "Now so are you." Both Klaue and his soldier got a notification from their phones and confirmed the deposit "It's all under your dummy holdings. Finance is so weird. But I always say, "Keep your friends rich and your enemies rich and wait to find out which is which."
(Klaue) Shock "Stark..."
(Ultron) "What?"
(Klaue) "Tony Stark used to say that. To me... You're one of his."
(Ultron) "WHAT?! I'M NOT-" Grabs Klaue's arm out of anger
With a flicker of her hand and an unyielding focus, Wanda used magic to comply with her will. Time itself seemed to slow as she channeled her immense powers, freezing the soldier in his tracks, rendering him immobile and powerless to resist. The air crackled with an otherworldly energy, swirling around her like an ethereal vortex, as she demonstrated her command over the forces that lay beyond the realm of human comprehension. The soldier's futile attempt to raise his weapon was thwarted by an unseen force, held in check by the sheer strength of Wanda's telekinetic mastery. In that moment, the balance of power had decisively shifted, and the soldier stood as a mere pawn in the cosmic game being played out before him.
(Ultron) "I'M NOT! DO YOU THINK I'M ONE OF STARK'S PUPPETS? HIS HOLLOW MEN? I MEAN, LOOK AT ME. DO I LOOK LIKE IRONMAN?! STARK IS NOTHING!" He cuts Klaue's arm
(Klaue) "AGHHH!" Arm flops on the floor
(Ultron) "I'm sorry. I'm... Oh! I'm sure that's gonna be okay. I'm sorry. It's just that I don't understand. DON'T COMPARE ME WITH STARK!" Kicks Klaue's face and he falls to the stairs "It's a thing with me. Stark is... He's a sickness!"
(Ironman) "Aw, Junior." Ironman lands with Captain America, Spider-Man, and Thor by his side "You're gonna break your old man's heart."
(Ultron) "If I have to."
Silent as shadows themselves, Hawkeye and Black Widow emerged from the veil of darkness that concealed their movements. Their steps were deliberate, measured, as they closed the distance between themselves and the unsuspecting figures before them.
(Thor) "Nobody has to break anything."
(Ultron) "Clearly you've never made an omelet."
(Spider-Man) "Wait, and you have?"
(Stark) "He beat me by one second."
(Pietro) "Eh, yes. He's funny."
(Spider-Man) "Bitch, I'm adorable."
(Pietro) "Tch, annoying Spider."
(Spider-Man) "You guys have anger issues because it's pretty hilarious how you blame Stark when it's other people who used his weapons for terrorism but that wasn't what Tony wanted them to use those weapons for. So I suggest you reevaluate you're life choices and blame the ones who actually do it."
(Wanda) "You make fun of our pain?!"
(Spider-Man) "No, just making you think for a moment. You wanna get revenge on a man who changed his company as a whole because he saw firsthand what bad people were using his weapons for? In my opinion, he learned his lesson. Have you?"
(Ultron) "Wow, looks like I'm gonna have to rip out your vocal cords."
(Ironman) "I'm speechless, he defended me."
(Spider-Man) "You gonna make a new body with that Vibranium?"
(Ultron) "Okay, now you are being way too perceptive." Uses magnetism to push Ironman back
As the battle intensified, two of Ultron's minions sprang into action, engaging Thor and Captain America in a coordinated effort to divert their focus. Ultron, wielding his magnetic powers with precision, forcefully repelled Ironman, creating a brief window of opportunity for the relentless android to advance his agenda.
In a daring move, Spider-Man employed his lateral repulsion abilities, launching himself towards Ultron, aiming to disrupt the villain's advances. However, Ultron swiftly activated his own rockets, taking to the skies and forcefully thrusting Spider-Man against a nearby wall. Determined to regain his footing, Tony quickly recovered and launched a counter-attack against Ultron, only to be thwarted once again as the magnetic menace hurled a steel door at him with devastating force. Yet, Spider-Man, displaying his remarkable resilience, rebounded swiftly, seizing the opportunity to deploy a web line, propelling himself towards Ultron, and delivering a formidable uppercut in mid-air, effectively sending the villain crashing into the confines of Klaue's chamber.
Meanwhile, Captain America found himself locked in a perilous struggle, as one of Ultron's minions sought to gain the upper hand by choking him. With indomitable spirit, Captain America summoned his strength and successfully pushed the metallic assailant away, creating crucial space to reassess the situation. Concurrently, Thor, harnessing the power of his mighty hammer, executed a thunderous body slam, incapacitating another minion and positioning himself to deliver a decisive blow. However, before he could enact his plan, Pietro, the lightning-fast speedster, swiftly intervened, disrupting Thor's onslaught. Shifting the perspective to Captain America, he executed a swift left hook followed by a spinning back kick, causing the minion to stagger and collapse. Intent on neutralizing Wanda, Captain America redirected his focus, only to be forcefully repelled by Wanda's formidable powers, creating a significant distance between them.
Amidst the chaos, Klaue, seizing the opportunity to further his malicious agenda, commanded his loyal henchmen to attack indiscriminately, targeting both heroes and villains. Yet, Black Widow and Hawkeye rose to the challenge, swiftly and expertly engaging in crowd control, dismantling Klaue's henchmen to ensure they posed no hindrance to the Avengers' mission.
In the skies above, Ironman, Ultron, and Spider-Man engaged in a fierce aerial battle, each employing their unique skills and technologies to gain the upper hand. Spider-Man relentlessly thwarted Ultron's assault, using his agility and acrobatics to neutralize the mechanical menace's attacks. Simultaneously, Ironman relentlessly pressed his assault, taking advantage of every available opening to weaken Ultron. Though Ultron's constant movement posed a challenge, hampering the heroes' attempts to gain a significant advantage, Spider-Man's uncanny ability to bounce back swiftly after each encounter ensured that Ironman was never left without support.
Meanwhile, the speedster darted through the battlefield with unrivaled speed and agility, effortlessly evading incoming attacks, leaving his adversaries confounded. His lightning-fast movements brought him face to face with Captain America, delivering a swift and powerful soccer punch, sending the soldier reeling from the impact. Spider-Man, utilizing his enhanced eyesight, closely tracked the speedster's every move, allowing him to predict Pietro's trajectory. Employing his remarkable reaction speed, Spider-Man positioned himself directly in front of Thor, a strategic move that caught the speedster off guard, surprising him with a calculated counter-assault that defied his expectations.
Spider-Man, fueled by determination and quick thinking, swiftly closed the gap between himself and Pietro, seizing the speedster's face in a firm grip. With precision and agility, Spider-Man executed a deft maneuver, leveraging his strength to abruptly halt Pietro's rapid movement. In a sudden and decisive motion, Spider-Man swiftly maneuvered Pietro's head downward, forcibly colliding it with the unforgiving ground. The impact reverberated through the battlefield, resulting in a shattering blow that left the speedster incapacitated, his consciousness extinguished in the face of Spider-Man's resolute action.
(Spider-Man) "Woah, I got very lucky there. Sorry about that."
Witnessing the swift and decisive takedown of her brother, Wanda's fury ignited like a blazing inferno. With an unleashed display of her formidable telekinetic powers, she seized hold of Spider-Man's body, commanding it to obey her will. In a display of raw strength, she flung him with incredible force, propelling him through the entirety of the ship until he crashed violently onto the unforgiving ground outside. Though the impact caused him to emit a pained grunt, Spider-Man's resilience prevailed, allowing him to swiftly recover and assess the situation at hand.
With an unwavering resolve, Spider-Man's gaze was drawn to the epic battle unfolding outside the vessel. Ultron and Ironman engaged in a fierce struggle, their conflict transcending the confined space of the ship. Determined to aid his fellow Avenger, Spider-Man employed his remarkable web-swinging abilities, propelling himself skyward with astonishing speed. Utilizing his lateral repulsion, he closed the distance, swiftly joining the aerial duel and aligning himself with Ironman in their united stand against the formidable Ultron.
Meanwhile, within the ship's confines, Captain America demonstrated his unparalleled combat prowess by skillfully restraining one of Ultron's minions in a vice-like grip. Employing his indomitable shield as an instrument of both offense and defense, he deftly incapacitated the assailant, rendering it powerless against his relentless assault. Thor, ever the mighty god of thunder, provided crucial support, dispatching the enemy with a single, thunderous blow that sent its head hurtling through the air. Capitalizing on the opportunity, Captain America utilized his shield with masterful precision, launching it towards three of Klaue's soldiers, rendering them incapacitated with a single, calculated strike. His unwavering focus then shifted towards Pietro, who, though slowly regaining his footing, found himself abruptly subdued once more by the unwavering might of Captain America's shield, effectively neutralizing him for the time being.
(Captain America) "Stay down, kid."
The final remaining minion of Ultron, harboring a sinister intent, approached Wanda with an ominous proposition, whispering, "It is time to engage in a battle of the mind." Accepting her prescribed role, Wanda obediently embarked on her assigned task, scouring the immediate surroundings for her next target. Meanwhile, within the confines of the Quinjet, Bruce Banner found himself immersed in a solitary state, awaiting the moment when his assistance would be summoned forth from the depths of his formidable alter ego.
(Bruce) "Guys? Is this a code green?"
(Spider-Man) "NO! Stay there! One of the twins can mess with your head so stay away!"
Regrettably, Bruce remained oblivious to the minion's message, as an enigmatic interference disrupted the transmission, veiling his ears from the insidious words. Burdened by mounting apprehension, Bruce ventured forth, unlatching the Quinjet's hangar doors to survey the exterior, seeking solace in the external realm.
Meanwhile, within the vessel's confinements, Wanda discerned her primary quarry, none other than the formidable Thor. Biding her time in clandestine concealment, she seized the opportune moment as the God of Thunder unknowingly traversed her path. Swift as a shadow, she unleashed the full force of her telepathic prowess upon Thor's vulnerable psyche, her insidious influence penetrating his consciousness. Vanishing into the shadows, she left behind a web of manipulation in her wake.
(Captain America) "Thor, status?"
(Thor) "The girl tried to warp my mind." Sees one of Klaue's henchmen and throws him to a wall "Take special care. I doubt a human could keep her at bay. Fortunately, I am mighty." Right after he said that the illusions started to invade his mind
Captain America valiantly subdued an onslaught of Klaue's henchmen, his indomitable spirit unwavering. Yet, the nimble Pietro propelled himself towards the stalwart soldier, ensnaring him against a solid edifice, creating an opportune breach for his sister's ethereal influence to infiltrate Captain America's vulnerable consciousness. With seamless grace, Wanda, harnessing her arcane powers, deftly ensnared the minds of her unsuspecting adversaries, her dark influence seeping into the depths of their thoughts. In the shadows, she ambushed the distracted Black Widow, swiftly infiltrating her psyche with disconcerting ease. Meanwhile, the remaining minions, executing Ultron's clandestine agenda, converged upon the concealed cache of coveted Vibranium, swiftly pilfering the precious resource.
(Minion Ultron) "This is going very well."
Hawkeye, the unyielding archer, stood resolute as the final defender amidst the dwindling ranks of Klaue's minions. With every deftly aimed shot, he methodically dispatched his adversaries, leaving none unscathed. Yet, despite the apparent absence of immediate threats, Hawkeye remained vigilant, scanning his surroundings with unwavering focus. Unbeknownst to him, Wanda, the enigmatic sorceress, stealthily advanced, her ominous presence drawing nearer. Sensing the impending danger, Hawkeye swiftly retrieved an electrically charged arrow, his movements guided by instinct and honed reflexes. In a calculated motion, he unleashed the projectile, directing its formidable force towards Wanda's forehead with unerring precision, abruptly incapacitating her and temporarily halting her insidious advance.
(Hawkeye) "I've done the whole mind control thing... Not a fan."
In a sudden turn of events, just as Hawkeye poised to subdue Wanda, the speedster Pietro surged forward with astonishing velocity, propelling himself through the surrounding glass panels and forcibly diverting Hawkeye's trajectory. With an agile maneuver, he deftly snatched the electrically charged arrow from Wanda's forehead, his nimble fingers swiftly disarming the threat. Demonstrating his remarkable swiftness, Pietro swiftly retrieved his sister, whisking her away from the immediate danger with unparalleled celerity. The duo vanished from the scene, leaving behind a disoriented Hawkeye, the shards of broken glass bearing witness to the rapid succession of their departure.
(Hawkeye) "Yeah..." Grunts "...you better run..." Presses his earpiece "Who's ever standing, we got to move!" no one responds "Guys?"
Ensnared within the intricate tapestry of Wanda's mesmerizing influence, Black Widow found herself entranced by a vivid illusion. Transfixed by the ethereal realm she was ensnared within, Natasha's vision was consumed by an enchanting ballet troupe, gracefully executing their precise movements. Each delicate dancer performed their routine with a flawless elegance, but their graceful steps were met with the stern command of a demanding overseer. With unwavering determination, a man's authoritative voice echoed through the ethereal realm, repeatedly intoning the single word that compelled the ballerinas to recommence their intricate sequences: "Again."
(Black Widow) "You'll break them."
(Madame B) "Only the breakable ones. You're made of marble. We'll celebrate after the graduation ceremony."
Within the depths of her subconscious, Black Widow was subjected to a haunting vision that unveiled a chilling glimpse into her dark past. A spectral apparition materialized before her, embodying a younger version of herself, vulnerable and tormented. The sterile environment of an operating theater surrounded the distressed figure, her tear-stained face contorted in anguish. In this harrowing tableau, the doctors, devoid of empathy, performed their cold and clinical duties. With a macabre determination, they grasped their instruments, ruthlessly extracting an unseen torment that resided within her being. Each agonizing motion seemed to further unravel the fragile fabric of her existence, casting a haunting shadow over her wounded soul.
(Black Widow) "What if I fail?
In the depths of Black Widow's mind, fragmented memories intertwined, revealing glimpses of her lethal precision and unwavering resolve. The scene shifted, transporting her to a clandestine encounter where her skills were put to the ultimate test. A target materialized before her, their presence a threat demanding her immediate attention. With unwavering focus, she raised her weapon, her trained eyes calculating every minute detail. In a seamless display of deadly proficiency, she unleashed a series of shots, each meticulously aimed and executed with a cold precision that bespoke of years of grueling training and unyielding dedication.
As the memory unfolded, the atmosphere grew more somber, and the air thickened with palpable tension. The scene transitioned, and the echoes of gunshots faded into a hushed backdrop. A figure, bound and blindfolded, whimpered in fearful anticipation, their muffled cries a poignant testament to the weight of their vulnerability. The bag that enveloped their head became a haunting symbol of their helplessness, the darkness serving as a stark reminder of the morally ambiguous world in which Black Widow operated.
(Madame B) "You never fail."
In that defining moment, Black Widow's calculated resolve prevailed, devoid of any trace of compassion or remorse. With a cold detachment, she swiftly aimed her weapon, aligning her sights with the man's head, as if executing a predetermined directive. The pull of the trigger unleashed a fatal projectile, sealing the man's fate with a chilling finality.
In that fleeting instant, the boundaries of humanity seemed to fade, eclipsed by the shadowy persona she had become. Her transformation into an instrument of precision, honed to carry out missions and eliminate threats, left no room for the complexities of empathy or mercy. She was a lethal force, an embodiment of relentless efficiency, and in that fateful act, she exemplified the paradoxical nature of her existence as both a savior and a harbinger of destruction.
It was a stark reminder of the cost she had paid to become the weapon she now embodied. A culmination of sacrifice, training, and the hardening of her spirit, she had shed the vestiges of her former self, embracing the ruthless nature demanded of her profession. In that moment, the Black Widow stood alone, a solitary figure straddling the blurred line between heroism and darkness.
In the midst of the vibrant revelry, Captain America traversed a portal into a bygone era, a tapestry woven with the essence of a time long past. The air reverberated with the dulcet strains of classic melodies, harmonizing with the symphony of shutter clicks from antiquated cameras capturing frozen moments of mirth. However, Steve Rogers found himself adrift amidst the sea of joyous faces, a relic displaced from his own time.
The luminosity of flashing lights and the echoes of boisterous laughter disconcerted his senses, serving as stark reminders of a different kind of battlefield, one etched with memories of combat and sacrifice. The mirthful ambiance bore fragments of bittersweet nostalgia, mingling with fleeting images of camaraderie, skirmishes, and the carnage of war. Each wine stain that graced the soldiers' shirts invoked vivid recollections of bloodshed, the spilled life force that stained his hands.
As the cacophony of laughter and music dimmed, dissipating into the recesses of his consciousness, a tap on his shoulder severed his reverie. With a tender touch, a woman's presence graced his awareness, drawing him back to the present, if only for a fleeting moment.
(???) "Are you ready for our dance?"
Amidst the symphony of mellifluous melodies that resonated through the air, Thor Odinson found himself immersed in an ambience suffused with opulence and allure. The intoxicating rhythms beckoned him into a realm adorned with women of alluring countenances, their attire revealing glimpses of captivating beauty. Yet, amidst this kaleidoscope of enchantment, a solitary figure concealed beneath a mysterious hood captured Thor's attention, stirring a deep curiosity within him.
Drawn towards the enigmatic presence, Thor sought to trace the path of this elusive figure, his gaze intently fixed upon their every move. However, before he could embark on his pursuit, the resounding call of Heimdall reverberated through the ethereal tapestry of the moment,
(Heimdall) "Is that him? Is that the first son of Odin?"
(Thor) "Heimdall, your eyes."
(Heimdall) "Oh." Holds Thor's neck "They see everything. They see you leading us to Hel. WAKE UP!" Starts choking Thor
Steve's senses were inundated with a montage of sights and sounds that felt alien to his core. Each flickering light, every peal of laughter, and the swirling chaos of the vibrant gathering seemed to intensify his growing unease. The nostalgia-laden atmosphere of the bygone era, once familiar and comforting, now appeared distorted and discordant in his eyes.
The echoes of his past experiences, etched deep within his consciousness, intermingled with the present moment, weaving a tapestry of disquietude. The clinking of glasses echoed as the shattering of lives lost, the mirthful revelry a stark reminder of the fragility of fleeting happiness. Each spilled droplet of wine evoked memories of bloodshed on battlefields, of comrades lost and wounds endured.
Lost in the whirlwind of recollections and overwhelming sensations, Steve stood isolated, feeling a profound sense of displacement. The nostalgic allure of the era clashed with the haunting memories that plagued his mind, creating a dissonance that gnawed at his soul. As the music waned, fading into the background, a gentle touch on his shoulder jolted him back to the present, momentarily breaking the grip of his turmoil.
(Carter) "The war is over, Steve. We can go home... Imagine it."
The room emptied, leaving Steve to confront the lingering echoes of a promise unfulfilled, an unspoken pledge to a woman etched deeply in his heart.
(Thor) "I CAN STILL SAVE YOU!"
(Heimdall) "We're all dead! Can you not see?"
(Thor) Grunts and pushes Heimdall away, his power now starts to surround him.
(Heimdall) "You're a destroyer, Odinson."
Thor's surging power surges uncontrollably, an unyielding torrent threatening to engulf him. In a desperate struggle, he grapples with the tempest within, his mighty efforts faltering as he attempts to restrain the untamed energy. Alas, his attempts prove futile as a surge of lightning erupts from his fingertips, its destructive might reducing an unfortunate soul to naught but ashes.
(Heimdall) "See, where your power leads." He grunts in pain and sees a vision of infinity stones. He sees a robot color in red open its eyes. He falls to his knees being overwhelmed by his own power.
In the midst of a graceful dance of combat, Natasha engaged in a deadly pas de deux with two skilled adversaries. Her fluid movements painted a picture of lethal precision, swiftly neutralizing one opponent with a deft twirl that culminated in their swift descent to the cold, unforgiving floor. However, her triumph was short-lived as her remaining assailant, fueled by tenacity and sheer strength, seized the opportunity to ensnare her delicate neck in a suffocating grip. Despite her formidable skills, Natasha found herself trapped in a vice-like hold, her valiant attempts to break free ultimately subdued as she conceded defeat, acknowledging the formidable prowess of her adversary.
(Madam) "...Sloppy. Pretending to fail. The ceremony is necessary for you to take your place in the world."
(Black Widow) "I have no place in the world."
(Madam) "Exactly."
Laid gently upon a bed, Natasha was escorted towards a foreboding chamber where an ominous "ceremony" awaited her. Silent onlookers observed her procession, their haunting presence unaccompanied by the ability to articulate their thoughts. The blinding radiance that enveloped her surroundings forced Natasha to squint, intensifying her mounting anxiety to a palpable crescendo.
Returning to the present, Pietro guided his wounded sister outside, her face contorted in discomfort from the electric arrow's impact. A mixture of concern and solace adorned Pietro's countenance as he attempted to offer reassurance amidst the turmoil. Yet, with tender concern, he posed a poignant question.
(Pietro) "What can I do?"
(Wanda) Groans "It hurts."
(Pietro) "I'm going to kill him. I'll be right back!" Gets stopped by Wanda
(Wanda) "No." Pants "I'm all right. I want... I want to finish the plan. I want the big one." Looks menacingly toward Bruce Banner
In the expanse of the heavens, a titanic clash unfolded between Ironman, Spider-Man, and the formidable Ultron. Ironman's repulsor blasts surged forth with purpose, yet Ultron's uncanny ability to manipulate magnetic forces allowed him to sidestep the onslaught, countering with a barrage of metallic projectiles salvaged from the nearby vessels. Spider-Man, his agility unmatched, deftly evaded Ultron's offensive maneuvers, attempting to ensnare the mechanical adversary with a web line, only to find himself pulled along by Ultron's relentless assault. Undeterred, Spider-Man harnessed the power of electricity, electrifying his web and delivering a shocking surge to Ultron's metallic frame. The disoriented Ultron plummeted from the sky, crashing mercilessly upon the terrain. Seizing the opportunity, Spider-Man utilized his venom-infused strength, delivering a devastating punch that propelled Ultron into the unforgiving embrace of a nearby ship. Ironman, landing with a resolute presence, trained his formidable arsenal upon the fallen Ultron, poised to administer the final blow.
(Ultron) "The Vibranium is getting away."
(Ironman) Aims a rocket "And you're not going anywhere."
(Ultron) "Of course not. I'm already there. You'll catch on. But first, you might need to catch Dr. Banner."
(Spider-Man) "FUCK!" Mumbles quietly "How could I have forgotten?!"
(Ironman) Shots his rocket at Ultron, destroying his body "Spider-Man, we need to go. Hurry!"
(Spider-Man) "Right!" Shots a web at Ironman's back and both heroes take the skies
In the midst of chaos, the behemoth known as Hulk, now under the manipulative sway of Wanda, hurtled relentlessly towards the urban sprawl. His towering form radiated raw power, his mind consumed by a primal urge to unleash unbridled destruction. With a thunderous leap, he propelled himself through the air, propelled by a maelstrom of unchecked fury. The city trembled in anticipation of the imminent cataclysm, as the Hulk prepared to unleash his formidable might upon the unsuspecting metropolis.
(Ironman) "News or footage. Keyword, "Hulk."
(Spider-Man) "Don't need to, I can see him from here."
(Ironman) "What? How?"
(Spider-Man) "Six sense. Just go to the city! He's on a rampage! Get your Hulk Buster Armor!"
(Ironman) "Alright." Calls Black Widow "Natasha, I could really use a lullaby."
(Spider-Man) "None of the Avengers are in proper condition. One of the enhanced messed with their heads. It's just us two now."
(Hawkeye) "It's what Karito said. The whole team is down. The only backup you got is Karito."
(Ironman) "Alright, I'm calling in Veronica."
Amidst the tumultuous chaos, Tony Stark's state-of-the-art satellite, known as "Veronica," swiftly mobilized under his command. With a calculated purpose, it ascended towards the beleaguered city, its destination aligning with the imminent clash between the Hulk and the forces of order. The metropolis, once a bustling hub of civilization, now bore witness to the savage manifestation of Hulk's unrelenting rage. Buildings crumbled under the weight of his tremendous might, streets were reduced to ruins, and the echoes of destruction drowned out the desperate cries of law enforcement. The Hulk's indiscriminate fury left no soul unscathed, as innocent lives fell prey to the unyielding wrath of the green behemoth.
(Ironman) "Karito, go ahead! Take a ride with Veronica!"
(Spider-Man) Cracks his neck "Alright... Round two it is." Shots a web to Veronica and gets on top now catching a ride
As Spider-Man gracefully descended upon the chaos-laden cityscape, his keen senses honed in on the urgency of the situation. With a swift and decisive command, he activated a specialized device known as a "container," orchestrated to neutralize the imminent threat posed by the rampaging Hulk. With meticulous precision, each spear-like projectile found its mark, encircling and confining the behemoth within a confining enclosure. The atmosphere thickened with tension as the containment tightened its grip, ensnaring the Hulk in an inescapable prison.
Yet, Spider-Man's actions transcended mere confinement. His unwavering determination propelled him forward, charging his being with the potent energy of his venom. With a resolute touch, the container erupted into a radiant explosion of power, reverberating with agonized screams emanating from within. The Hulk's anguished cries pierced the air.
Witnessing the approaching law enforcement personnel, Spider-Man's voice resonated with an authoritative tone, rallying them to exercise caution and maintain a safe distance. His commanding words served as a reminder that the situation demanded a calculated approach, ensuring the safety of all involved in the aftermath of the Hulk's containment.
(Spider-Man) "STAY BACK! THIS IS AVENGERS DEAL NOW! EVACUATE THE CITIZENS AND RUN AWAY FROM AREAS OF DESTRUCTION! IT'S ABOUT TO GET REAL DIRTY AROUND HERE!"
(Police guy) "Who the hell do yo-"
(Spider-Man) Eyes spark "I said move!"
(Police guy) Sweats profusely "Everyone evacuate and gather the people! Take them away from this area as far as possible!"
In a fleeting moment of distraction, as the policemen obediently adhered to Spider-Man's authoritative instructions, an unforeseen turn of events unfolded. The Hulk, embodying boundless strength and untamed fury, unleashed a mighty blow upon his containment vessel. The seemingly impenetrable prison succumbed to the brute force, yielding to the Hulk's unyielding determination. With earth-shaking intensity, the ground trembled as the green behemoth burrowed his way out, emerging from the depths below.
A bellowing roar of unadulterated rage reverberated through the air, echoing the Hulk's overwhelming frustration and insatiable desire for retribution. His fiery gaze fixated upon the individual responsible for his temporary entrapment, Spider-Man, who now stood before him as a symbol of opposition.
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(Spider-Man) "Ah, shit..."
Why does this always happen to me? Now I have to keep him distracted for a few minutes...hopefully seconds. But I can do this. I'm stronger than before, though still no match for the Hulk.
I saw the Hulk leaping in the air, getting ready to smash. I quickly dodged out of the way, narrowly avoiding the impact that cracked the ground. Looking around, I grabbed several nearby vehicles and hurled them at the Hulk. Some actually managed to hit him, but he shrugged off most of them and closed in on me. I tried to dodge his punches, countering whenever I could find an opening. I landed venom-infused punches on his face, body, legs, ribs—anywhere I could get a hit in.
Each precise venom-infused punch I landed on the Hulk had its impact, causing him to stagger with every blow. I continued my relentless assault, exploiting every opportunity to strike. However, my momentary triumph was abruptly halted when the Hulk reacted swiftly, catching one of my punches. With an immense display of strength, he effortlessly tossed me into a nearby building, my body crashing through its structure. Grunting in pain, I struggled to recover, knowing that I had no time to rest as my heightened spider sense warned of imminent danger.
Rolling out of harm's way, I narrowly evaded a powerful stomp from the Hulk, the sheer force causing the ground beneath to crack. Reacting swiftly, I used my web-slinging abilities to shoot multiple webs at the Hulk's face, momentarily blinding him. Continuing my strategic use of webs, I targeted his feet, causing the Hulk to trip and lose his footing. Seizing the opportunity, I began to spin rapidly, generating an increasing amount of momentum. Once I had achieved an optimal spinning speed, I released my grip and launched the Hulk soaring through the sky, his body crashing into yet another building.
Approaching the fallen Hulk, the cacophony of enraged screams filled the air. Suddenly, in a display of raw power, he tackled me mid-air, and together we crashed through a glass building. Desperation fueled my actions as I swiftly regained my footing, utilizing my surroundings to hurl anything within reach at the rampaging Hulk. Yet, despite my efforts, it seemed futile against his indomitable strength. I found myself cornered against a wall, with no avenue of escape. It was then, in a moment of audacious inspiration, a daring plan formed in my mind.
Charging up a venom punch to its full power, I deftly dodged the Hulk's incoming punch, obliterating the wall that had confined us. Executing a split-second decision, I unleashed a powerful uppercut, striking the Hulk directly in a rather sensitive area, causing him to recoil in pain.
(Spider-Man) "JONNY CAGE STYLE!"
(Hulk) Agonizing scream
My senses were overwhelmed by the sheer audacity of what had just occurred - a successful, albeit unconventional, strike against the Hulk's most vulnerable region. The impact of my actions reverberated within me, triggering a heightened response from my spider sense. Instinctively, I knew that danger loomed larger than ever, compelling me to seek cover and brace myself for what lay ahead. Anticipation mingled with apprehension as I prepared for the impending impact, fully aware that the forthcoming blow would undoubtedly inflict significant pain.
As if scripted by fate, my premonition proved correct. Just as I shielded my body, a colossal punch from the enraged Hulk hurtled towards me with relentless force. The impact launched me into a harrowing trajectory, hurtling through a labyrinth of buildings, crashing through walls, shattering glass, and reducing cars to mere obstacles in my uncontrolled flight. Each collision reverberated through my battered form, the pain searing through every fiber of my being.
Eventually, my chaotic journey of destruction found a momentary respite as I crash-landed amidst the humble surroundings of a small market adjacent to a nearby church. Dazed and disoriented, my arms throbbed with an agonizing ache, the realization dawning upon me that they had suffered fractures. Urgently, I employed my webbing to fashion makeshift casts, encasing my forearms while fashioning impromptu boxing gloves to mitigate further damage. Though the pain persisted with unrelenting intensity, I knew this makeshift protection was a necessity, leaving me with no alternative but to bear it stoically.
Just as I prepared to face the Hulk once more, our feral cries merging in a symphony of defiance, the voice of my comrades reverberated through my comm system, momentarily interrupting our impending clash.
(Ironman) "Good job spider, I'm here for the assist now."
As the turbulent tempest of battle raged on, a resolute figure descended from the heavens with an awe-inspiring presence. Ironman, encased within his formidable HulkBuster Armor, positioned himself resolutely before me, prepared to confront the relentless might of the Hulk head-on.
Their collision was an epitome of titanic force, a cataclysmic convergence of power that reverberated through the surrounding environment. The seismic shockwave unleashed by their clash rent the air, shattering glass into a myriad of glittering fragments and propelling unsuspecting pedestrians backward, helpless against the unstoppable momentum.
As the turbulent tempest of battle raged on, a resolute figure descended from the heavens with an awe-inspiring presence. Ironman, encased within his formidable HulkBuster Armor, positioned himself resolutely before me, prepared to confront the relentless might of the Hulk head-on.
Their collision was an epitome of titanic force, a cataclysmic convergence of power that reverberated through the surrounding environment. The seismic shockwave unleashed by their clash rent the air, shattering glass into a myriad of glittering fragments and propelling unsuspecting pedestrians backward, helpless against the unstoppable momentum.
In the aftermath of this momentous confrontation, the Hulk, consumed by unyielding fury, launched himself towards Ironman with a desperate leap, but instead found himself met with an unyielding wall of resistance. Ironman, with unparalleled strength and precision, executed a resounding body slam, forcing the Hulk's formidable form to be forcefully driven into the unyielding earth. Seizing this opportune moment, I swiftly ensnared the raging beast with my webs, binding him securely to the ground, restraining his savage rampage.
Ironman, capitalizing on this newfound advantage, initiated a relentless assault upon the Hulk's visage, a tempestuous flurry of blows that rained down upon the green behemoth with unrelenting intensity. Each strike delivered with calculated precision, harnessing the might of Ironman's technological prowess, aimed to subdue and pacify the seemingly invincible force that lay before us.
(Ironman) "Go to sleep, Go to sleep, Go to sleep, Go to sleep."
In a moment of staggering resilience, the Hulk summoned an unparalleled surge of strength, breaking free from the constricting bonds of my webbing. With an unyielding grip, he defied the very laws of physics, catching Ironman's oncoming punch with an unyielding grasp, his primal might pulsating through every sinew of his colossal form.
Yet, in a display of unmatched ingenuity, Ironman harnessed the full capabilities of his formidable armor, unleashing a swift and calculated maneuver. With remarkable speed, his armored hand expanded, encompassing not only the Hulk's mighty fist but his entire arm within its metallic clasp.
(Ironman) "Karito, we gotta take him out of town!" Starts flying
(Spider-Man) "Hurry!"
Amidst the mid-air chaos, Ironman valiantly endeavored to extricate the trio from the confines of the urban landscape, seeking to mitigate the potential devastation caused by their clash. With swift and calculated maneuvers, he maneuvered through the sky, striving to guide them away from populated areas and towards a safer locale.
In the midst of this aerial ballet, Spider-Man, with unwavering determination, grappled with the uncontrollable force that was the Hulk. His agile form gracefully danced across the Hulk's colossal frame, attempting to assert control and subdue the raging tempest within. However, the Hulk's indomitable spirit and sheer power proved to be an unyielding adversary. In a surge of raw strength, he forcefully collided Spider-Man's countenance with the unyielding surface of Ironman's formidable armor, causing an abrupt disruption of their equilibrium.
(Ironman) "Not that way, not that way!"
Amidst the cataclysmic collision, the trio succumbed to the unstoppable forces of momentum, cascading into a grand architectural edifice and a sprawling bridge. Ironman's descent found purchase within the middle echelons of the towering structure, his armored form audaciously weathering the impact. Spider-Man, on the other hand, met an abrupt halt upon the first floor, his graceful trajectory interrupted by the unyielding embrace of concrete and steel.
Meanwhile, the indomitable Hulk, fuelled by his tempestuous rage, rebounded with an almost primal fury, converging upon Ironman with unparalleled force. Seizing the moment, Ironman emerged from the ruins, summoning the resolve to retaliate against this formidable adversary. In a display of unwavering resolve, he countered the Hulk's relentless assault, redirecting the brute force into a cataclysmic collision with the interior of an elevator, forcefully containing the rampaging Hulk within its confines.
(Ironman) "Come on, Bruce! You gotta work with me."
In a desperate bid to quell the Hulk's unyielding rage, Ironman employed a strategic ploy, deploying a potent sleeping gas with the intent to subdue the green behemoth. However, his well-intentioned maneuver was swiftly met with a resounding display of brute force. The Hulk, in a moment of primal instinct, unleashed a devastating kick that forcefully propelled Ironman away, his formidable impact shattering the confines of the elevator that housed numerous innocent individuals. As shattered glass and twisted metal rained down, the fragile sanctuary of the elevator was irrevocably disrupted, leaving its occupants in a perilous state of chaos and vulnerability.
(Spider-Man) "I got it!" Catches the elevator and puts it down
(Ironman) "Thanks!" Continues fighting the Hulk
In a display of acrobatic finesse, Ironman deftly executed a swift and powerful high kick, harnessing the full force of his formidable suit's capabilities. With impeccable precision, his leg connected with the Hulk's imposing frame, propelling the uncontrollable brute backward with an unmistakable impact. The Hulk, momentarily dazed, hurtled through the air, his trajectory halted abruptly as he collided with the sturdy bleachers that punctuated the sprawling expanse of the building. Meanwhile, Spider-Man, ever resourceful, deftly manipulated the elevator in a dazzling display of agility. With a swift spin, he transformed the once-familiar vertical conveyance into a formidable weapon, hurtling it towards the prone Hulk. The elevator, now an instrument of retribution, crashed down upon the fallen titan, its crushing weight serving as a temporary restraint in the relentless struggle for dominance.
(Ironman) "GOING DOWN!"
With astonishing precision and lightning speed, Ironman executed a devastating superman punch, channeling the full force of his technological prowess and physical might into a single, focused strike. The impact reverberated through the air as his armored fist connected with the Hulk's visage, causing the colossal entity to recoil and plummet to the ground below. The resounding blow, delivered with unwavering determination, carried an overwhelming sense of finality, leading Ironman and Spider-Man to anticipate a decisive victory. Yet, their hopes were swiftly dashed as the fallen Hulk defied expectations, mustering a tenacious resilience that belied his apparent defeat. Rising from the debris with an unwavering resolve, the Hulk defiantly spat out a tooth, a defiant gesture that spoke volumes of his indomitable spirit and unwavering determination to prevail against all odds.
(Spider-Man and Ironman) "I'm sorry..."
Amid the chaos and wreckage, a fierce display of brute force catapulted both heroes out of the building's crumbling infrastructure. Ironman, ever the master of aerial maneuverability, deftly activated his thrusters, allowing him to regain control and maintain a semblance of stability amidst the tumultuous descent. However, Spider-Man, caught off guard by the sheer force of the impact, found himself hurtling towards the neighboring edifice with alarming velocity. The resounding crash echoed through the air as his body collided with the unforgiving surface, leaving him momentarily disoriented and vulnerable amidst the debris-strewn surroundings.
(Spider-Man) "NGH AAGHH!" Quickly stands up "TONY, BEHIND YOU!" Launches himself back into the fight
In a display of raw strength, the Hulk unleashed a thunderous tackle upon Ironman, their collision reverberating through the structure of the building. Yet, amidst the chaos, Spider-Man, fueled by his venomous powers, launched a powerful punch that landed squarely on the Hulk's formidable physique. Seizing the opportunity, Spider-Man swiftly ensnared the rampaging behemoth with his webbing, forcefully slamming him against the unforgiving surface of the building. Undeterred, the Hulk surged back into action, his primal fury directed both at Ironman's vulnerable armor and the tenacious Spider-Man who valiantly fought back, his agile movements and venom-enhanced strikes providing a formidable challenge to the relentless titan.
(Ironman) "Damage report?" Static
(Spider-Man) "FUCKING DO SOMETHING! GETTING PUNCHED BY THIS DUDE HURTS TONY!" Gets punched in the face but barely holds his ground
(Ironman) "Alright, give me something!"
With calculated precision, Veronica, the auxiliary system designed to assist Ironman, initiated the process of equipping him with additional armor components. However, the Hulk, driven by his immense strength and unruly fury, instinctively swatted away each incoming piece, thwarting the attempt to enhance Ironman's protective capabilities.
(Ironman) Scans an empty building site "How quickly can we buy this building?!"
(Spider-Man) "OH GOD NO!"
(Ironman) "Karito! Your up! SMASH THE HULK THROUGH THIS ENTIRE BUILDING!"
(Spider-Man) "WHA-" Ironman gives him rocket boots and lets both Hulk and Spider-Man go "OH FUUUUUUUUU-"
In a synchronized display of their formidable abilities, Ironman unleashed a barrage of precision-guided missiles, meticulously targeting every structural element of the towering edifice. The explosive impact reverberated through each floor, shattering the very foundation of the building. Simultaneously, Spider-Man activated his rocket boots, harnessing their propulsive force in tandem with his innate lateral repulsion skill. Propelled towards the Hulk with extraordinary velocity, he executed a devastating venom dash that cascaded destruction throughout the collapsing structure, obliterating floor after floor as they tore through the remnants of the once-solid architecture. The sheer power unleashed by their coordinated assault left a trail of devastation in their wake, the reverberations of their clash echoing through the crumbling remnants of the building.
(Spider-Man) "HAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"
The catastrophic aftermath left an entire street reduced to a desolate landscape, shrouded in a haze of swirling dust. Amidst the chaos, the terrified populace fled in a frantic scramble for safety, their anguished cries piercing the air. Swiftly responding to the calamity, the military surged forward, their determined footsteps echoing through the wreckage. Yet, they harbored no illusions of their ability to contain the overwhelming force that had unleashed this devastation.
As the dust settled and the debris-strewn scene unveiled its full magnitude, it was the Hulk who emerged first from the remnants of the annihilated structure. A thunderous roar of rage escaped his lips, reverberating through the desolate surroundings. Yet, in the wake of Wanda's dissipating spell, his countenance shifted, and a profound sorrow etched itself upon his features. He surveyed the wanton destruction his unleashed fury had wrought, and a profound sense of guilt washed over him, leaving him with a desperate yearning to make amends.
Before he could utter a word of remorse or attempt to rectify the devastation he had wrought, however, a barrage of military firepower descended upon him. But in an unexpected twist, it was Ironman who intervened, his armored form hurtling through the air with the force of a hammer blow. His fist connected with the Hulk's skull, rendering the raging titan momentarily incapacitated. The resounding impact served as a stern rebuke, a reminder that accountability and restraint must reign even amidst the chaos of battle.
(Ironman) "Karito! Answer me! Are you okay?!"
Ironman's attention was piqued by the sound of a moving object. He swiftly located the source and discovered a figure hidden amidst the debris. Recognizing his comrade, he reached out to offer assistance.
(Spider-Man) "Yeah, I'm alive." Cough "Don't ever use me like a wrecking ball again."
(Ironman) Sighs in relief "Oh, thank god. I thought I killed you."
(Spider-Man) "Tch, I'm a lot tougher than that buddy. Let's get the others and get out of here."
To Be Continued...