(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)
Meanwhile with Vision and Wanda.
Location: Edinburgh, Scotland.
Within the sanctuary of their abode, Wanda Maximoff and Vision patiently awaited Karito's telepathic commands, their anticipation held in check by a tranquil composure. It was not long before Karito's telepathic message reached their minds, resonating with purpose and urgency. With the weight of imminent conflict pressing upon them, they braced themselves, ready to answer the call and regroup with their comrades in the heart of Wakanda.
(Wanda) "Vis, it's time."
(Vision) "I know, I sensed Karito's signal. We should get moving."
(Wanda) "Steve and Nat are on their way to pick us up and fight in Wakanda. Be prepared to fight Proxima Midnight and Corvus Glaive."
(Vision) "Keep in mind that they have powerful equipment, especially Glaive."
(Wanda) "Indeed, we should be careful."
(Vision) "Alright, let's go."
The duo exit their premises and with an observant eye walked in the empty streets. They keep an eye for their two hunters, Proxima Midnight and Corvus Glaive.
(Wanda) "Vision, give me our opponent's attributes."
(Vision) "On Karito's study on the enemy, Corvus Glaive, a formidable warrior and trusted confidant of Thanos, possesses an impressive array of powers and abilities. Corvus Glaive possesses superhuman strength, enabling him to overpower opponents with ease. His speed is equally remarkable, granting him exceptional agility and swift reflexes in battle. He is highly durable and possesses great endurance, making him a formidable adversary in prolonged engagements."
(Wanda) "What else should we be aware of?"
(Vision) "One of his most remarkable attributes is his immortality. As long as the blade of his glaive remains intact, he cannot be killed, no matter the affliction he faces. This makes him a resilient and relentless opponent."
(Wanda) "That's concerning. How do we counter such power?"
(Vision) "Our strategy will be crucial. We must exploit any weaknesses we can find and ensure that his glaive is rendered ineffective. Additionally, we should be wary of his tactical brilliance and strategic insight. Corvus Glaive has proven himself to be a master strategist, leading Thanos' armies into battle."
(Wanda) "And what about Proxima Midnight?"
(Vision) "Proxima Midnight is a formidable warrior and a devoted servant of Thanos. Her powers and abilities make her a formidable opponent on the battlefield. With Karito's ability to see through different multiverses, she was shown to possess an extraordinary level of invulnerability. She has been shown to fall from space through Earth's atmosphere without experiencing discomfort or injury upon landing. Even when confronted by someone as durable as Luke Cage, she sustained only minor wounds."
(Wanda) "This is what Karito told us about her different versions... Hmm... What else did Karito say about her?"
(Vision) "Proxima Midnight possesses superhuman strength, capable of inflicting significant damage on her adversaries. She has been known to make even someone as robust as Luke Cage bleed and crack his ribs with ease. Her speed is also enhanced, allowing her to move with incredible swiftness."
(Wanda) "Her strength and speed are definitely concerning. For her to do that to someone as durable as Luke Cage, someone who Karito even gave credit for having very tough skin. Anything else?
(Vision) "Proxima Midnight's endurance is remarkable. She has demonstrated an ability to shrug off injuries and display no signs of suffering, even when wounded by a spear thrown by Black Panther.
(Wanda) "That was the time when Karito showed us a timeline for those events, T'Challa was very concerned when he witnessed such a feat. How do we counter such formidable attributes?"
(Vision) "Our strategy must revolve around exploiting any weaknesses we can find. While she may possess exceptional resilience, no opponent is invincible. We must find ways to weaken and incapacitate her, using our combined powers and teamwork to gain the upper hand."
(Wanda) "Alright, we should be careful. Also, how close is Pietro?"
(Vision) "He should be arriving any minute now."
(Wanda) "Good, remember that the idea is to kill them later, not now."
(Vision) "Yes, I remember Karito's words."
As Wanda and Vision cautiously traversed the dimly lit alleyways, their senses heightened in anticipation of imminent danger. Wanda honed in her abilities through the guidance of Karito's vast knowledge, and began to perceive a presence lurking nearby—a palpable aura teeming with dark energy. She marveled at Karito's expertise in unlocking the secrets of her powers, though the mystery of his profound understanding of her abilities lingered in her thoughts. Nevertheless, she swiftly cast aside such contemplations, directing her focus towards their immediate objective: evading the relentless pursuit of the two enigmatic members of the formidable Black Order, shadowy adversaries who doggedly trailed their every move.
(Wanda) Whispers "It's Corvus Glaive..."
(Vision) Nods
(Wanda) "Don't let his weapon touch you under any circumstance."
With swift and calculated coordination, Vision swiftly encircled Wanda's waist, propelling them both into the ethereal embrace of flight. The unexpected aerial maneuver caught their adversaries off guard, but Proxima, ever the vigilant warrior, swiftly unleashed a barrage of shots from her advanced firearm. Despite Vision's agile attempts to evade the incoming projectiles, a momentary lapse in judgment proved costly as he succumbed to a well-aimed shot, its impact resounding as it found its mark. Reacting with uncanny speed, Wanda summoned her mystical prowess, enveloping herself and Vision within a protective barrier as they careened into a nearby fountain, their bodies tumbling across the unforgiving ground. Rapidly regaining their footing, undeterred and resolute, the formidable duo prepared to unleash their own retaliatory assault.
Their adversaries, Corvus and Proxima, wasted no time in joining the fray, each exhibiting their formidable combat prowess. Corvus Glaive, unrelenting in his assault, engaged Vision in a fierce struggle, their clash propelling them with unyielding force into a nearby house, the very structure groaning under the strain of their formidable might. Meanwhile, Proxima Midnight engaged the Scarlet Witch in a mesmerizing display of combat prowess. The Scarlet Witch, with a mesmerizing fluidity of movement, deftly evaded Proxima's lightning-quick strikes, each blow executed with practiced precision, her electrified staff pulsating with raw power.
In a breathtaking display of strength, the Scarlet Witch rents a towering pillar asunder, its fragments cascading through the air with devastating force. Yet, in a seamless transition, Proxima adjusted her attack, her staff homing in on its intended target with unerring accuracy. A surge of realization flashed across the Scarlet Witch's eyes, her magical energies coalescing into a formidable shield just in time to withstand Proxima Midnight's powerful blast. The impact sent her hurtling through a nearby shop's window, her trajectory perilously close to colliding with a towering statue. Yet, with a deft manipulation of her magic, Wanda arrested her momentum, preventing a catastrophic collision, and poised herself for the next phase of the fierce confrontation.
Amidst the tumultuous clash between Vision and Corvus Glaive, the reverberations of their relentless combat echoed through the desolate watchtower. The impact of their collision resounded with a deafening cacophony as concrete walls quaked under the weight of their tumultuous struggle. In a precarious turn of events, Corvus, leveraging his formidable strength, maneuvered his lethal Glaive to rest menacingly against Vision's throat, exerting a slight advantage in their power struggle.
(Dark Corvus Glaive) "Surrender the stone, and we let the Scarlet Witch live."
(Vision) "Over my dead body! NGHAAAA!"
Empowered by newfound vigor, Vision surges forward, propelling Corvus Glaive with unwavering force, shattering the formidable pillars of a towering edifice. Their clash reaches a crescendo as they collide upon a rooftop, the impact resonating through the very structure beneath them. Rising swiftly to his feet, Vision assumes a position of dominance, launching a calculated assault upon his adversary. With precise strikes, he lands punches upon Corvus' jaw, causing a momentary stagger, swiftly followed by a series of strategic liver strikes. Seizing the opportunity, Vision seizes hold of Corvus' armor-clad form and hurls him across the expanse of the roof. Yet, in a display of formidable resilience, Corvus regains his equilibrium, dashing back towards Vision with unwavering determination.
Harnessing the boundless might of the mind stone, the android unleashes a concentrated beam toward his relentless foe. Yet, Corvus, ever vigilant, reacts with lightning reflexes, skillfully deflecting the assault, and expertly redirecting the energy in four divergent directions. The sheer intensity of Vision's attack cleaves through the very fabric of the ground, rending buildings asunder and hurtling vehicles askew. Unbeknownst to him, the danger looms perilously close to his ally, Wanda, engaged in her own fierce struggle against Proxima Midnight. Yet, before Vision can comprehend the peril, Corvus cunningly redirects the redirected attack, hurtling Vision with bone-jarring force against a formidable wall, eliciting a pained grunt from the valiant android.
As Vision musters the strength to rise, a surge of excruciating agony courses through his being as Corvus delivers a devastating blow, plunging his formidable weapon deep into Vision's chest. In the grip of relentless pain, Vision's desperate attempts to repel his assailant prove futile, his anguished cries resonating through the air as his enemy's merciless dominance reigns supreme.
As Wanda valiantly fended off the relentless onslaught of Proxima Midnight, her senses caught the anguished cries of Vision echoing through the chaotic fray. In a moment of desperate resolve, she channeled her formidable magical prowess, encasing Proxima in a swirling vortex of arcane energy, hurtling her through the air with unstoppable force, as the unfortunate warrior collided with a colossal truck before crashing into an unyielding pillar.
Harnessing her mastery over flight, Wanda swiftly soared through the air, positioning herself behind Corvus Glaive, whose ruthless assault on Vision threatened to strip him of his precious mind stone. With unwavering determination, Wanda unleashed a torrential surge of crimson-infused magic, an embodiment of her seething fury, aimed directly at Corvus Glaive. The powerful wave crashed upon him like an unstoppable force, propelling him through the fortified structure of the watchtower, tearing asunder its very foundations, and flinging him into the bustling streets below.
Amidst the chaos, Wanda rushed to Vision's side, extending her ethereal powers to lift him from his fallen state, offering him a steadying hand. Swiftly utilizing her inherent abilities of flight, she soared through the air, carrying her wounded lover toward their intended destination with unyielding determination. However, their respite was short-lived, as Proxima Midnight, displaying her uncanny resilience, rose once more, her electric staff poised with deadly precision. In a display of practiced expertise, she unleashed a precise strike, finding its mark with devastating accuracy, sending both Avengers hurtling through the air, crashing with unyielding force into the confines of a bustling subway station.
(Vision) "Ngh! How much... longer?" Holds his chest in pain
(Wanda) "Any second now." Quickly heals Vision
As the shards of shattered glass cascaded down around them, a tense silence settled upon the subway station, broken only by the steady rhythm of Wanda's healing powers mending Vision's wounded form. However, their temporary respite was abruptly shattered as the indomitable members of the Black Order emerged through the fractured remains of the glass ceiling, their imposing figures casting long shadows upon the battle-worn arena below.
Caught in the gaze of her formidable adversaries, Wanda's resolve surged within her, fueling a surge of arcane energy that coalesced around her outstretched arm. The vibrant hues of crimson magic danced and swirled. Yet, amidst this display, a subtle smirk tugged at the corners of Wanda's lips, casting a veil of confusion upon the countenances of her opponents.
(Dark Corvus Glaive) "What's so funny?"
(Wanda) "You're too late."
As the rumbling vibrations of an approaching train reverberated through the subway station, the gust of wind generated by its passage tousled Wanda's flowing locks, lending an ethereal quality to her presence. Through the translucent glass windows on the opposite side, a silhouette emerged, its imposing figure cast in the play of light and shadow.
With the train's passing, the enigmatic figure stood revealed to Proxima Midnight's bewildered gaze. In a desperate act of offense, she hurled her electric staff towards the mysterious newcomer, a weapon imbued with her own formidable might. Yet, with a display of superhuman reflexes that defied comprehension, the figure gracefully evaded the projectile, his lithe frame leaning effortlessly to the right, a single hand reaching out to snatch the staff from the air.
Proxima Midnight found herself momentarily frozen in astonishment, her mind racing to comprehend the unfathomable strength displayed before her. The force with which she had launched her weapon should have pierced through steel and metal, yet this enigmatic man had halted its advance with a mere flick of his wrist. A torrent of questions flooded her thoughts, grappling with the revelation of an altered reality. What unseen influence had the Guardian wielded to bestow such unimaginable power upon the heroes of this universe? What trials had they endured, what hidden training had shaped their newfound abilities?
In the wake of this bewildering turn of events, the Black Order member was left with an unsettling realization: the script of their original story had been rewritten, and the intricacies of this new narrative remained veiled in uncertainty. The Guardian's interventions had upended the known trajectory, leaving the characters and audience alike in a state of profound intrigue and wonder, yearning to unravel the secrets that now wove through the tapestry of their existence.
(Captain America) "...Falcon... Now."
With the grace and agility befitting a falcon taking flight, Sam soared through the air, his athletic form a blur of motion. In a breathtaking display of aerial acrobatics, he delivered a precise dropkick to Proxima Midnight's formidable frame, propelling her through a market stall in a cascade of shattered wood and tumbling debris. The force of the impact sent her hurtling amidst a chaos of overturned chairs and shattered tables, the remnants of a once serene setting now disrupted by the clash of titans.
Steve Rogers, a steadfast pillar of unwavering resolve, fixed his unwavering gaze upon Corvus Glaive, a fierce determination etched upon his battle-worn countenance. In this charged moment, as tension thickened in the air, he spoke not a word but let the weight of his unspoken resolve permeate the atmosphere. It was a wordless declaration, a silent understanding shared between combatants.
(Captain America) Looks behind Corvus
(Dark Corvus Glaive) His eyes widen
With a display of lightning-like reflexes, Corvus Glaive swung his Glaive in a fierce arc, aiming to strike his target with deadly precision. However, his intended opponent, a mysterious figure cloaked in a blur of silver, effortlessly evaded the attack, a mere whisper away from the blade's deadly edge. In a fraction of a second, the silver blur gracefully evaded the Glaive's path.
In a seamless motion, the silver blur swiftly regained their footing, launching a swift and accurate jab that caught Corvus off guard. The impact staggered the formidable warrior, forcing him to momentarily lose his balance. Without relenting, the silver blur unleashed a relentless barrage of gut punches, each strike carrying a devastating force that lifted Corvus off the ground, suspending him in mid-air for a fleeting moment.
Desperate to regain control, Corvus swung his Glaive in a wide arc, attempting to strike his nimble adversary. Yet, with remarkable dexterity, the silver blur smoothly evaded the attack, slipping to the backside of Corvus. Seizing the opportunity, a thunderous knee strike found its mark, causing Corvus Glaive to kneel before his relentless foe.
In a stunning turn of events, the silver blur deftly caught an incoming back fist, rendering Corvus momentarily defenseless. Launching into a relentless assault of punches and kicks, the silver blur overwhelmed Corvus, their blows snapping his head from side to side like a marionette in the hands of a skilled puppeteer.
The climax came with an awe-inspiring front kick, an eruption of raw power that reverberated through the subway. As Corvus Glaive crashed onto the ground, the impact was accompanied by an echoing crack, the sound of bones yielding under the weight of a devastating blow. The force of the strike left an indelible mark.
(Quicksilver) "Cap!"
(Captain America) "On it." Throws Proxima Midnight's weapon
In a climactic twist, emerging from the depths of the shadows, Black Widow materializes, her presence commanding attention. Swiftly, her outstretched hand intercepts the trajectory of the electric staff, catching it with uncanny precision. In one fluid motion, she directs the weapon towards Corvus Glaive's vulnerable abdomen, delivering a decisive strike. A chorus of anguished cries escapes Corvus as the staff pierces his flesh, inflicting a profound wound.
Proxima Midnight, emerging from the wreckage, hastens to her wounded comrade's aid. However, before she can reach him, the formidable Quicksilver, with unparalleled velocity, seizes her by the visage, his hand closing around her features in a vice-like grip. In a display of supernatural speed, he propels her skull backward, ruthlessly colliding it with a solid pillar. The clash between flesh and unyielding stone resonates throughout the arena, signifying the devastating impact of the blow.
Having dispatched Proxima Midnight, Quicksilver nimbly evades any ensuing reprisal, deftly maneuvering out of harm's way. Meanwhile, the Falcon, with unwavering determination, executes a gravity-defying dropkick, aimed with impeccable accuracy. Proxima, propelled by the force of the attack, hurtles through a towering cement pillar, her body rolling across the unforgiving terrain. She comes to rest in close proximity to her fellow Black Order member, their fates now intertwined in a tableau of defeat.
(Dark Corvus Glaive) "This... shouldn't... be... possible..."
(Black Widow) "But it is. You're dark power of not being able to be hurt by anyone except Karito... is revoked."
(Dark Proxima Midnight) "Tch, he gave you the Guardian's blessing."
(Captain America) "Surrender or the next time we meet will be your last."
(Dark Proxima Midnight) "You should've killed us when you had the chance." She presses a button on her shoulder as both she and Corvus Glaive were teleported out of the area.
(Quicksilver) "Guess we fight in Wakanda."
(Falcon) Walks towards Vision "Can you stand?"
(Vision) "Yes." Clumsily stands but Falcon assists him "Thank you, Captain."
(Captain America) "Let's get you to Wakanda."
Efficiently coordinating their movements, the group converges with purpose towards the awaiting quinjet, a sleek marvel of advanced technology. With a seamless transition, they embark upon the aircraft, their intentions firmly set on reaching their destination: the illustrious nation of Wakanda.
As the engines roar to life, the quinjet gracefully ascends into the heavens, cutting through the atmosphere with determined resolve. The landscape below gradually morphs into a tapestry of shifting terrain, each passing second bringing them closer to their coveted destination.
Inside the confines of the quinjet, a palpable air of anticipation hangs among the assembled heroes. Their minds converge, strategizing and steeling themselves for the battles that lie ahead. The hum of the engines resonates within the cabin, harmonizing with the collective determination of those on board.
(Falcon) "So... it's time."
(Captain America) "Keep focus, Sam. We must trust in Karito's plan that this will work."
(Black Widow) "I don't know, Steve. Karito informed us that they get stronger as time passes. We should've killed them there."
(Captain America) "Don't you trust in our training and the strategies Karito gave us against them?"
(Black Widow) "It's not that, I do trust in our time of preparation. It's just... what would happen if something unexpected happens? What then?"
(Scarlet Witch) Fully geared "Karito said he would handle any sort of "Plot Twist" that will occur, whatever he meant by that."
(Quicksilver) "Yeah, some of the things he said confused me." Eats a hot pocket "Who wants a hot pocket?"
(Scarlet Witch) Takes one "Yeah, I stopped bothering with the confusing stuff he rambles about. He operates differently than all of us."
(Captain America) "Alright, everyone knows what they're doing right?"
(Everyone) Nods
(Captain America) "Good, things are going to get very heated tomorrow. So prepare for war."
Meanwhile With Spider-Man and his group.
(Spider-Man) "Cap was able to withdraw Vision and Wanda from Scotland."
(Iron Man) "Everything is going to plan then?"
(Spider-Man) "Yeah..." Voice drops
(Doctor Strange) "Why do you sound so worried?"
(Spider-Man) "You guys can hurt a Dark to the point of incapacitating them."
(Iron Man) "But?"
(Spider-Man) "But you can't kill them unless I hurt them like how I and Strange were able to kill Ebony Maw."
(Spider-Boy) "Not even when I'm your disciple?"
(Spider-Man) "I haven't tested that theory."
(Spider-Boy) "Can we try it with Thanos?"
(Spider-Man) "Nope, I'm sure some bullshit fate manipulation is going to take effect. I just don't know what will happen."
(Doctor Strange) "When you guys fought Ultron, his consciousness was replaced by one from the Dark multiverse Variant of him. So if something similar happens with Thanos, then we are getting ourselves into something more dangerous than we thought."
(Spider-Man) "Wait... you're onto something. The thing is, Darks can become more powerful by ascending into a more powerful version of themselves that already exists in this Omniverse. I am certain that the Darks are going to the exactly that but... with Thanos... Fuck this is getting more dangerous."
(Doctor Strange) "How much more dangerous?"
(Spider-Man) "If Thanos evolves... we might not be able to defeat him."
(Spider-Boy) "What other Variant of him is similar to this one?"
(Spider-Man) "...Oh fuck..."
(Iron Man) "Karito? What's wrong?"
(Spider-Man) "This version can potentially evolve into Infinity Gauntlet Thanos..."
(Doctor Strange) "What did that Variant accomplish?"
(Spider-Man) "He... was able to incapacitate almost all of the cosmic beings in the universe."
Doctor Strange's countenance turned ashen, his visage betraying the weight of Spider-Man's chilling revelation. In swift succession, the rest of the Avengers mirrored Strange's response, their collective comprehension sinking in like an anchor dropped into the depths of their consciousness. Karito, with his profound understanding of the intricacies of the cosmic beings that traversed the realms of the universe and multiverse, had elucidated the existence of the Darks to them. The Avengers, albeit grappling with the enormity of such divine entities, eventually acquiesced to their veracity, prompted by Karito's enigmatic nature, which defied conventional limitations.
A tacit understanding passed among them, an unspoken agreement, a convergence of resolute gazes, as if acknowledging the dire imperative to prevent Dark Thanos from assuming his comic form, or any other embodiment of unimaginable might. Karito, grappling with a swirl of thoughts, massaged the bridge of his nose, his exhalation conveying a mixture of weariness and determination. Plans, contingencies, and strategies had occupied his mind, envisioning the daunting scenarios that lay before them, though he fervently hoped that the likelihood of such a catastrophic transformation remained infinitesimal. Restricting the boundaries of his preparations seemed ill-advised, for the Darks, omnipotent manipulators of fiction, wielded the power to inflict unimaginable harm upon reality itself. Their nefarious influence could seep into the human psyche, festering like a pernicious malady, manifesting in disruptions that defied human comprehension—a digital contagion, a deluge of despair, or calamitous events that would be erroneously attributed to unwitting pawns ensnared in the grip of their malevolent musings.
Karito, exhaling a weighty sigh, anchored himself in the present moment, steadfastly fixating on the task at hand. Victory, they vowed, would be theirs, irrespective of the sacrifices demanded. Even if it meant enduring the shattering of every bone within his mortal frame, Karito's resolve remained unyielding.
(Spider-Man) Turns around "I'm communicating with the Guardians of the Galaxy via telepathy."
(Iron Man) "Really? We should make them-"
(Spider-Man) "Already relayed a telepathic message to all of them about our mission. Thor was with them and told them about me. They will join us in this battle."
(Spider-Boy) "More allies, yay~."
(Spider-Man) "Took a bit of convincing but they are also in the party system, they should be able to hurt Thanos now."
(Doctor Strange) "And what of Captain Marvel?"
(Spider-Man) "Don't know."
(Iron Man) "We are gonna need her if we really want to succeed."
(Spider-Man) "I know. Fury had sent her a message a year ago, and I told her to get ready. She should know where to meet us."
(Spider-Boy) "Did she listen?"
(Spider-Man) "She's cocky, but I don't have time to humble her." The Ship exists lightspeed travel "We are entering Titans orbit."
(Iron Man) "You got this?"
(Spider-Man) "Yeah, I'll make a soft landing."
Utilizing his formidable hacking prowess, Spider-Man deftly guided their vessel through the formidable barriers of Titan's atmosphere. As their descent continued, an eerie vista unfolded before their eyes—a desolate expanse strewed with the shattered remnants of once-majestic vessels and ravaged infrastructure. The planet bore witness to the aftermath of unforgiving devastation, an environment teeming with lifeless remains and the scars of untold destruction.
Exhibiting masterful command over the ship's controls, Spider-Man deftly maneuvered their craft, skillfully navigating its descent to the planet's surface with seamless precision. The Avengers, poised for imminent disembarkation, found themselves poised at the precipice of a critical juncture, where their paths converged with that of their steadfast allies, the Guardians of the Galaxy.
(Star-Lord) "So, you're the famous Spider-Man?"
(Spider-Man) "Well, I'm not famous for the reasons you're thinking."
(Star-Lord) "Well, Thor talked about you like you were some sort of messiah."
(Spider-Man) "What? No-" Sighs "I'm not."
(Iron Man) "Anyways! It's a pleasure to meet you all, but we don't have time for this. We need to strategize now."
(Spider-Man) "That's true. Star-Lord set up a plan."
(Drax) "Why does he get to set the plan?"
(Spider-Man) "Because I said so." Unmask
(Star-Lord) Mumbles "Great another handsome guy..."
(Drax) "That's not a guy... that's-"
(Star-Lord) "Don't you even finish that sentence."
(Mantis) "It is true..."
(Spider-Man) "Guys, focus! And Star-Lord?"
(Star-Lord) "Yeah?"
(Spider-Man) "I'm gonna need you to control yourself."
(Star-Lord) "What? Why-"
(Spider-Man) "Because you're objective is to save Gamora. You can ask that question when we defeat Thanos completely."
(Star-Lord) "Come on man, we are so gonna-"
(Spider-Man) His tone lowers "Do you understand?"
(Star-Lord) Nervous "...Um..."
(Drax) Thoughts "I think I just shit my pants."
(Spider-Man) "I'm waiting..."
(Star-Lord) "...Fine."
(Spider-Man) "Good, set up the strategy."
Star-Lord, cognizant of the pressing need for swift action, wisely refrained from challenging Spider-Man's authoritative command. Instead, he seamlessly transitioned into the role of strategic architect, meticulously charting their course of attack against the formidable Thanos. Meanwhile, Spider-Man, ever the vigilant observer, diligently apprised the entire assembly of the peculiarities inherent to Titan, elucidating its unsettling abnormality—a pronounced 8-degree deviation from its axial alignment. Such a perturbation rendered the planet's gravitational forces inherently capricious, endowing them with heightened agility and mobility—a tantalizing advantage that could be deftly exploited to their benefit. However, this tactical assessment bore a poignant caveat: the adversary they faced, Thanos, stood as a formidable combatant of unparalleled intellect and discerning acumen.
Simultaneously, Doctor Strange, attuned to the mystic powers afforded by the Time Stone, embarked upon an esoteric journey, wherein the fabric of time unveiled the tapestry of a victorious outcome. His invocation of the stone's arcane abilities imbued his countenance with an otherworldly aura, a sight that sent a ripple of trepidation coursing through the Guardians of the Galaxy. Yet, the Avengers, well-versed in the enigmatic nature of Strange's actions, swiftly converged upon him, drawn by an unspoken understanding. The ensuing exchange engendered a chorus of fervent deliberation as both teams fervently conferred, their minds pooling collective wisdom to forge a strategy befitting their audacious goal.
(Iron Man) "What did you see?"
(Mantis) Weirded out "Are you all used to this?"
(Doctor Strange) "I saw about 50 million outcomes."
(Spider-Man) Thoughts "That's... a lot more than the original plot." Speaks "How many did we win?"
(Doctor Strange) "...That's the thing. I couldn't see."
(Spider-Man) "...What?"
(Doctor Strange) "Every single outcome ends in Darkness. It's everything in existence is bending towards a bad end."
(Star-Lord) "W-What? How is that possible that we never won?! Not even once?!"
(Spider-Man) "No, that doesn't make any sense..."
(Doctor Strange) "And... Karito?"
(Spider-Man) "What?"
(Doctor Strange) "Why did I never see you in the future?"
Everyone fell silent.
(Spider-Man) "...What?"
(Doctor Strange) "Karito, why in all of the 50 million outcomes, you never appeared once?"
(Spider-Man) "W-What? Are you certain? How the hell did I never appear once out of 50 million outcomes?"
(Doctor Strange) "You were never there, Karito! Where were you?! WHY DON'T YOU EXIST?!"
(Spider-Man) Angrily "Stop! We don't have time for this! We need to prepare or we will all die!"
In the wake of Spider-Man's impassioned outburst, a surge of resolute pragmatism coursed through the collective consciousness of the Avengers, compelling them to temporarily set aside the weighty matter at hand. Nevertheless, the countenances of Earth's mightiest heroes now bore an unmistakable visage of perplexity, as they regarded the web-slinger with an amalgamation of intrigue and bewilderment. Yet, the subject of their scrutiny, too, found himself ensnared within the confines of a profound cognitive quandary. Karito, his mental faculties beset by an influx of inquiries, found scant respite in the unyielding tempo of their mission. An incessant query, akin to an insistent whisper in the recesses of his psyche, reverberated with unrelenting persistence: "Why, amidst the unfathomable expanse of fifty million potential future outcomes in their confrontation with Thanos, did he never make an appearance?" The peculiarity of his own predicament swirled within the vortex of his thoughts, engendering a veritable tempest of introspection. Who, or rather, what was he? What lay at the heart of his very existence? Could he be naught but a perplexing enigma, an enigmatic paradox woven into the fabric of reality itself? The existential quandary threatened to overwhelm him, the burgeoning weight of his existential uncertainty constricting like a vice around his consciousness. Yet, before he could surrender to the relentless cycle of his own introspective inquiry, the insistent call of his protege, Spider-Boy, resounded like a clarion call, jolting him back to the exigencies of their present plight.
(Spider-Boy) "Um... Sensei? Are you okay?"
(Spider-Man) Relaxes "I am now, thanks, Peter."
(Spider-Boy) "Oh, uhh... you're welcome?" Scratches the back of his head
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Earth.
Location, Wakanda.
The remaining members of the Avengers, with resolute determination, converged upon their designated rendezvous point, the crucible from which their impending conflict would be set ablaze. T'Challa, regal in his bearing, extended a gracious welcome, a unifying gesture that swiftly dissolved into an atmosphere of focused intensity. With unwavering resolve, the assembled heroes embarked upon a symphony of meticulous preparations, their minds honed by an intimate familiarity with the enigmatic adversary they faced. In pursuit of victory, every facet of their arsenal underwent a meticulous upgrade, be it the fortification of their defenses, the refinement of their weapons, or the augmentation of their armaments. Under the discerning guidance of Churi, Vision was entrusted into her capable hands, poised to undertake the delicate procedure of extracting the Mind Stone. Thanks to Karito's extraordinary insight and precise instructions, this undertaking promised a swiftness that defied the constraints of the original narrative. Engrossed in earnest discourse, the Avengers engaged in swift yet substantial exchanges, sharing last-minute insights and reaffirming their collective resolve. As the relentless passage of hours unfurled, an insistent notification pierced the airwaves, signaling the arrival of Thanos's formidable forces, their ominous presence punctuating the Earth's celestial expanse.
(T'Challa) Coms "The enemy is here. Get ready for battle."
In a seamless display of disciplined coordination, the valiant soldiers and resolute Avengers of Wakanda promptly assumed their strategic positions, their collective resolve unyielding in the face of imminent conflict. Amidst the palpable tension, a symphony of thunderous reverberations resonated through the air, their origin traced to the ominous descent of seven formidable triangular vessels, each crashing upon the periphery of Wakanda's impregnable forcefield. The resulting cataclysmic impact unleashed an awe-inspiring shockwave, coursing through the very fabric of the nation, yet failing to diminish the unwavering stature of the indomitable heroes who stood as bastions of unwavering courage within the borders of Wakanda.
(T'Challa) "Evacuate the city. Engage all defenses and give this man his shield." Points at Captain America
An amalgamation of distinguished clans, whose warriors had been entrusted with the protection of Wakanda, united as a formidable force in this hour of dire necessity. The resolute soldiers of Wakanda, embodying unwavering loyalty and armed with cutting-edge advancements, descended from their mechanized conveyances and coalesced into a meticulously formed battle line. Arrayed with resolute determination, this formidable phalanx of technologically adept warriors stood as an unyielding bulwark against the menacing presence of enemy vessels that loomed ominously beyond the protective confines of the forcefield. In perfect harmony, the soldiers of Wakanda, their voices blending in a harmonious chorus, unleashed a resounding chant that reverberated through the air. Having devoted an entire year to intensive preparations, their steadfast resolve is now poised to bear the fruit of their indomitable spirit.
(Black Panther) Shakes Enbaku's hand "Once again, thank you for standing with us."
(Enbaku) "I wasn't going to let my people be snapped out of existence, not on my watch."
With regal poise, Black Panther, Captain America, and Black Widow advanced purposefully toward the outer perimeter of Wakanda's impenetrable forcefield. There, they encountered two formidable agents of the Black Order: Proxima Midnight, her piercing gaze alight with a blend of curiosity and calculation, meticulously assessing the formidable barrier before her; and Black Dwarf, his imposing figure radiating an aura of unyielding menace, his organic hand now replaced by a mechanized appendage, the consequence of Wong's swift and decisive strike.
(Black Widow) "If you think you're friend is going to sneak inside through the forest to get the mind stone, you are sorely mistaken."
(Dark Proxima Midnight) "It was worth the try. I hope you all know the outcome of this battle. You will lose, no matter what."
(Captain America) "That's not gonna happen."
(Black Panther) "You are in Wakanda now. Thanos will have nothing but dust and blood."
(Dark Proxima Midnight) "We... have-"
(Black Panther) "Blood to spare. We know how sick you people are. Do you think we would be so stupid, not to prepare for this occasion? We have The Guardian, and there is nothing you can do once he beats Thanos."
(Dark Proxima Midnight) "You all have this... blind trust towards that abomination. Like he was some sort of messiah. Guess what? Even messiahs die. But the real question is, how much he's willing to sacrifice for you people." Raises her arm in the air and screams.
As the four triangular vessels unfurled their formidable interiors, an endless horde of bloodthirsty ravagers spilled forth, their sole purpose set on committing acts of wanton slaughter. With a collective sigh, the trio of Avengers gracefully retraced their steps, returning to the ranks of their assembled forces. The remaining Avengers, with a solemn nod of understanding, recognized that the enemy would not yield easily. The surrounding forest outside the protective confines of Wakanda resounded with monstrous roars that reverberated through the air. The ravagers, driven by a lust for carnage, laid waste to everything in their path. Black Panther, resolute in his leadership, initiated a resounding chant, a rallying cry that echoed through the ranks of his loyal army. The chant subsided as their eyes beheld an unending tide of adversaries emerging from the forest into the open expanse.
A gasp escaped the Winter Soldier's lips as he bore witness to the unholy multitude of abominations converging upon Wakanda's defenses. Black Widow, her voice laced with weary resignation, acknowledged the obvious truth that they had irrevocably provoked the enemy. Unbeknownst to their foes, the encroachment into the open landscape had been anticipated, for concealed traps strategically placed throughout the area were now activated. Waves of explosions and treacherous pitfalls materialized, ensnaring and eliminating scores of ravagers before they could breach the protective forcefield. Watchtowers, positioned on the outskirts of Wakanda's shield, responded to remote commands, unleashing plasma blasts upon impact, each detonation rivaling the destructive force of a grenade. An array of otherworldly traps, hailing from diverse dimensions and meticulously procured by the enigmatic Karito, unleashed a relentless barrage, cutting down any enemy foolish enough to stand in their path. The soldiers of Wakanda, along with their valiant Avengers allies, beheld the bloodbath unfolding beyond the shield, their collective thoughts echoing with one question: "From where did Karito acquire such an arsenal of traps?" Indeed, most of these contrivances appeared to transcend the bounds of earthly existence, drawn from realms only witnessed within the realm of video games. Fallout, Call of Duty, and countless other universes contributed to this extraordinary inventory. Truly, Karito's mind was a realm of unparalleled ingenuity, a source of admiration tinged with a sense of profound peculiarity.
(Captain America) Taps coms "Hawkeye, report."
(Hawkeye) Coms "I'm currently observing from the lab. The enemy should be close, do you want me to snipe them if I see them?"
(Captain America) Coms "The moment you see Corvus, call for backup. Some of us will try to reach you."
(Hawkeye) "Roger." Disconnects
The resolute soldiers of Wakanda maintained their unwavering gaze upon the relentless tide of ravagers, witnessing as many of their foes succumbed to the cunningly placed traps. However, faced with an overwhelming onslaught, the sheer numbers of the enemy allowed them to gradually dismantle some of the treacherous contraptions, although not all could be neutralized. Swiftly maneuvering past the remaining traps, the ravagers unveiled an enigmatic device before the impenetrable forcefield, signaling an ominous turn of events.
I̸̩̔n̸͈͋̄ ̴̺̦̎͑a̶̤̜̾̎n̷̢̘̈́ ̷͓̳̊̎ṵ̷͂̎n̴͈̠͘e̵̢̋x̴̰̻͋p̸̖̀͊e̸̮̬̕c̸̣̉̓ṱ̴̳̂̐ë̷̺́̅d̸̦̆̾ ̶̜̗̇ť̵̟̺̎ẁ̸̰͋i̸̼̖̅s̸͕̟̒̆t̸͇̹͛̚,̸̼́͒ ̸͉͎̀͋t̴̬̕͠h̸̨̭͒͆e̷̖͛̉ ̵̟̠͋͠f̶̜̜̏ã̴̳̜b̵̤̚r̵̜̣̔̅ï̸͈͝c̶̼̓̀ ̷̼̂͠o̷̖͛͗f̷̟̼͌ ̶͕̽̂ẗ̷̲h̵̥́ę̸̱̊ ̸̪̑ǹ̶̜å̴̠͂r̵͇̳̈̈ȑ̵̮͝a̷̢͚͛̊ț̴͑ì̴̺͌v̵̮̒͘e̴͂̀͜ ̶̟͋i̵͕̕t̵̩̑s̴͇̒e̴̬͛̋͜ḻ̵̄̄f̵̬̲͊ ̵̙͖̉ḟ̵̘̳r̸̨͂̈́á̶̘ç̷̯͋̾t̵̘͛͝ù̷̪r̷͎̀e̵͈̠͐d̷̩͛,̶͚̆ͅ ̵̩̿ç̵͍̇̋ǎ̴̼̣͂s̸̜̔͒t̸̥̓̾į̷̬̉̓n̵̟͝ģ̶̬͠ ̸̯́̀u̵̝̼̐̑ñ̶̲̆c̸̼̓e̴̮̣͂̍ṛ̷̺̇̅t̵̝̔̔a̶̠̰͌̊i̶͈͛̈́n̸̗̬͛t̶͈̖̑̓y̸̤͗ ̸̝͒̈ò̷̡̮̓v̸̹̕ȩ̵̂̈r̴̫͚̈́ ̴̣̜́͊t̶͕̃͘h̸̦̣͐é̸͈ ̷͖̖̐u̷̪͗̔ṉ̸̚f̵̤̉̍o̴̩̖͐l̷̯̀́ḍ̷̎̉ī̶͎͓n̵͔̱̔͐ģ̷͛͠ ̴͚̋͜s̵̢͚͑e̴̝̞̒́q̸̬̀́u̷̬̅͘e̶̫̾͆ń̷̼̿ͅc̷̳̠̉ĕ̸̦ ̷̝̻̉o̸̥̒f̶͉̪̚ ̴̛͎̗ē̵̝̰͠v̸̪́ẻ̴̝n̸̲̙̽͋t̶̞͚͆̒s̵̡̍.̴͔̬͛ ̶̻̇́Ă̴̰̿ͅś̵̠ ̵̧̈́t̶͔̐h̴̨̛͕͝é̸̳̭ ̸̨͕̈́̽r̴̝̄̈́͜a̷̹̿v̶̛͎a̵͈̦͠ğ̶̛͚e̶̫̤͂͂r̸͙̯͂̀s̵̠͔̾̐ ̵̭͠i̷̙̔n̶̥̿i̸̞͌͒t̷̲̀́i̷̩̎̏ḁ̵̀͝t̵̰̺̚ě̷͎̌d̴̛̮̪ ̸͔̐̍t̶͖͌̒ḣ̴͓ḙ̷̓i̵̹̓̓ŗ̴̟͘͘ ̴͎̒̅n̷̻͐ȩ̷̓́f̸͚̀ͅa̶̧̩͂͐r̶̈́͠ͅǐ̷̹ͅo̴̢̊͝u̸̖̓s̶͚̽̚ ̴̳͖͆s̷̲̪͊c̴̙̚h̷̦̉e̸̮͒̌m̶͍̋ͅḛ̸̹͑̈́,̶̻͌̓ ̸̾ͅȧ̶̭̪ ̵̻̚͝c̶͖͂o̶͙͚͂̕l̶͕̫̆l̸̹̙̍ḛ̴̎c̸̬͎̈͆t̵̢͕͊̾ḯ̶̟̬̎v̸̮̪͝e̶̬͝ ̸̼̌̔ģ̶͂̇ă̵̧̳š̸̮̈́p̶̠͈̊ ̵͔͕̋ṙ̶̥͇e̵͕̓͜v̶̰̍͐e̷͈͛r̸̭͜͝b̶͙̖͊̚é̴̟̬r̷̺̂͋ḁ̸̏t̵͖͎͛e̴͔͒d̴̦̼̆ ̶̪̓͝t̶̟̋̕h̷̺͂r̶̳͛o̷͖͕͒̈́u̷̺͛g̵͍͑͛ͅh̴̰̓̚ ̴̭̇͜t̵͉̚ḧ̸̳́̆e̵̦̒͝ ̴͖̈́õ̸̗̜n̴̡͉̄̏l̴̡̾̆o̶̫̣͂̀o̷̩͙͗̊k̶̜̰̆̋ē̵̱͎͝r̸̼̈́͂͜s̶͙̪̑.̷̟̠͝ The indomitable barrier, forged from the resilient alloy of Vibranium, was breached with a jarring impact. A breach emerged, defying all expectations, and the relentless horde of ravagers surged forward, flooding into the hallowed grounds of Wakanda. In the face of this startling incursion, Black Panther, ever the stalwart leader, rallied his soldiers to unleash a barrage of deadly projectiles. Without hesitation, their ranks unleashed a relentless volley, guided by unwavering resolve.
Taking to the skies, Falcon and War Machine launched a formidable aerial assault, inflicting devastating blows upon the enemy ranks. The thunderous explosions of War Machine's rockets decimated scores of ravagers, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake. Despite their valiant efforts, the unyielding tide of adversaries continued to surge ever closer, encroaching upon the stalwart defenders of Wakanda.
(Bruce) Inside the Hulkbuster "They are using a device that's filled with dark energy, the same one Karito warned us about. They're also starting to circle us around as if looking for a closer area to penetrate the shield."
(Captain America) "We need to make them stay here."
(Black Panther) Taps his coms "On my mark, raise the barrier on north-west sector 17."
(Guard) On coms "Requesting confirmation my King... Did you say... raise the barrier?"
(Black Panther) "On my signal."
(Enbaku) "We really are doing this, huh?"
(Okoye) "One year we prepared for this bastard. It will be the most glorious battle Wakanda will ever face."
Amidst the chaotic battleground, the resolute voice of the Black Panther resonates, cascading through the air like a melodic invocation. Its commanding cadence wraps around the ears of every soldier, seeping into their consciousness and intertwining with the very essence of their being. As if spellbound, their weapons cease their deadly symphony, their firing stilled, frozen in time.
A hushed reverence blankets the scene, a collective recognition of the regal figure that emerges from the depths of Wakanda's sovereignty. With each step, the king strides forward, an embodiment of unwavering bravery and indomitable spirit. His noble visage, adorned with the weight of duty, remains resolute, emanating a magnetic aura that captivates all who lay eyes upon him.
And then, in a crescendo of fervor and determination, he unleashes a roar that reverberates with the echoes of ancestral kings and the triumphs of a nation. The very earth quivers beneath his regal feet as his mighty voice pierces the heavens, a proclamation of unyielding strength and unwavering resolve.
(Black Panther) "Wakanda Forever!!" The helmet materializes and claws appear
In a harmonious convergence of purpose, the army of Wakanda unleashed a resounding chorus of voices, their cries intertwining with the mighty proclamation of their revered King. As their unified cadence reverberated through the air, an unwavering resolve surged within their ranks. With unwavering discipline and unwavering loyalty, they advanced in perfect synchrony, propelled by a shared determination to defend their homeland against the relentless horde of ravagers.
Beside them, the stalwart Avengers rallied, their indomitable spirits igniting in the face of imminent battle. With every stride, the ground quaked beneath the weight of their collective purpose, a symphony of steps resonating with unwavering commitment. Their unyielding gazes pierced through the chaos, their unwavering courage a beacon of hope amidst the encroaching darkness.
Amidst the impending clash, their unwavering ranks stood as a testament to their unshakeable resolve. Each warrior embodied the epitome of valor, their unwavering dedication a shield against the mounting opposition. They met the oncoming storm with unflinching bravery, their disciplined movements weaving a tapestry of synchronized might.
The battlefield became a crucible of heroism, a cauldron where bravery and discipline fused. Their collective force surged, an unstoppable torrent of fury, as the clash of worlds loomed on the precipice of destiny. Amidst the chaos, the Avengers and the army of Wakanda remained resolute, their unity an unbreakable bond that defied the odds.
As the battle escalated, the symphony of war crescendoed, each clash of weapons, each cry of determination, resonating with unrestrained power. In this tempest of bravery, they became the embodiment of unwavering loyalty and unshakable determination. The echoes of their valor reverberated across the battlefield, forever etching their names in the annals of history.
(Black Panther) On coms "Now!"
As the authoritative decree resonated through the ranks, emanating from the regal lips of the Black Panther, the gears of action were set in motion with rapid precision. Responding to his command with seamless efficiency, the forces of Wakanda orchestrated the intricate maneuver, parting the ethereal veil of the force field. In an instant, a slender fissure emerged, disrupting the seamless barrier that had encased the kingdom.
Like a surging tide reversed, the ravagers, once encircling the formidable force field, abruptly altered their course. Driven by a primal thirst for carnage, their twisted minds were now consumed by a single obsession: to seize the opportunity that had manifested before them. With an unhinged hunger, they surged forward, their savagery eclipsed only by the sheer velocity of their charge.
In a frenzied display of desperation, the ravagers propelled themselves toward the heart of the Wakandan army, their primal instincts overriding all reason. Their collective assault, driven by a potent cocktail of bloodlust and ferocity, manifested as a tempestuous onslaught. Each stride carried them closer to their intended quarry, their pace an embodiment of frenetic determination.
Amidst the advancing phalanx of the Wakandan army, two figures emerged, their presence a striking juxtaposition against the backdrop of determined warriors. Amongst the sea of soldiers, their aura of distinction set them apart. It was none other than Captain America and Black Panther, paragons of strength and prowess, who surged forward with an unparalleled velocity that defied mortal limitations.
With an ethereal grace, reminiscent of mythical creatures, the duo transcended the boundaries of human capability, their forms blurring as they traversed the distance with unyielding swiftness. Like celestial meteors streaking across the night sky, their bodies propelled through the air, effortlessly defying gravity's pull. In an awe-inspiring display of kinetic prowess, they soared, their movements akin to a well-choreographed ballet of devastation.
As they descended upon the throngs of ravagers, the impact of their collision resonated through the battlefield, heralding their arrival with thunderous authority. A symphony of steel and flesh ensued as the two paragons of heroism engaged in a macabre dance of battle. Their actions were a demonstration to their unwavering focus, as each strike delivered with surgical precision found its mark, sundering the ranks of the enemy.
In their hands, the weapons of destruction became extensions of their very beings, guided by instincts honed through countless trials. With every deft movement, ravagers were felled, their existence extinguished by the superhuman prowess of their adversaries. The air crackled with the resolute determination that radiated from Captain America and Black Panther, their unwavering focus unclouded by the chaos that surrounded them.
With unwavering resolve, the ranks of the Wakandan army swiftly closed the distance, aligning themselves in perfect harmony with the two superhumans who led the charge. As the clash of blasters reverberated through the air, a symphony of violence unfolded, a tragic overture echoing the harsh realities of warfare. The lament of fallen comrades served as a haunting reminder of the sacrifices made in the pursuit of a just cause.
Yet, amidst the chaos and loss, the collective spirit of the Avengers and the Wakandan warriors remained resolute, unyielding in their determination to vanquish the encroaching menace. They stood as bastions of courage, the embodiment of a steadfast allegiance to the principles that bound them together. Each casualty, though mourned, only further fueled their unrelenting pursuit of victory.
In this crucible of conflict, the battlefield bore witness to a relentless struggle where valor and ferocity intertwined. The forces of good, united by a common purpose, became a formidable wall of resilience against the ravagers' onslaught. Fueled by the righteous indignation that permeated their beings, the Avengers and the army of Wakanda unleashed a merciless barrage upon their adversaries, their blows striking with calculated precision and unwavering determination.
The clash of steel and the concussive thunder of explosives filled the air, painting a portrait of chaos and defiance. Each warrior, whether adorned in vibranium or clad in a suit of red, white, and blue, fought with an unyielding conviction that transcended their mortal limitations. The ebb and flow of the battle became a showcase of their unwavering resolve, their spirits unbroken by the grim toll of war.
In the face of adversity, the heroes of Wakanda and the Avengers remained unshaken, their mettle tempered by the fires of countless battles. With every fallen comrade, their resolve grew stronger. The somber dance of life and death unfolded amidst the chaos, but their collective will to protect what they held dear refused to waver.
(Black Panther) Coms "How much longer Shuri?!" Rips a Ravangers face off
(Shuri) Coms "I'll be done in one minute!"
(Black Panther) Coms "Good, make it quick!"
The Avengers persisted in their unwavering assault, each member displaying unparalleled prowess on the battlefield. Bruce encased within the formidable Hulkbuster armor, trampled ruthlessly upon the ranks of ravagers, leaving no foe unscathed. From a distance, he unleashed devastating blasts, reducing his adversaries to mere oblivion.
War Machine, ever vigilant, continued his relentless barrage of firepower, his senses honed by Karito's training. His keen perception allowed him to maintain a watchful eye on his surroundings, ensuring no threat went unnoticed. Meanwhile, the Winter Soldier, armed with his formidable heavy machine gun, expertly dispatched scores of ravagers without relenting, skillfully maneuvering to maintain a safe distance should he encounter overwhelming opposition.
In these dire circumstances, the Avengers collectively acknowledged their indebtedness to Karito, whose rigorous training had prepared them for such perilous encounters. The invaluable lessons they had imbibed equipped them with the resilience to withstand the onslaught of their adversaries. However, it was essential to note that while every member had undergone training, Bruce, regrettably, had been deprived of such opportunities during his sojourn in distant realms. Nevertheless, through the unyielding support of his comrades, he had achieved a commendable level of synchrony with his team, ensuring their collective pace remained resolute amidst the chaos of battle.
(Captain America) Coms "Guys don't lose rhythm!"
(War Machine) Coms "Has no one asked how Karito is weirdly experienced in one-man army situations?"
(Black Widow) Shots down a ravager and presses her earpiece "Why don't you ask him?"
(War Machine) Coms "The dude scares me. Even though we are on good terms now."
(Black Panther) Coms "Shut up and fight!"
(Avengers) "..."
Fortuitously, the Avengers regained their composure just in time, for War Machine found himself narrowly evading the formidable war hammer of Black Dwarf. Swiftly retaliating, War Machine unleashed a torrent of projectiles, his precision aimed at the Black Order member. However, his triumph was short-lived, as a merciless blast from Proxima Midnight incapacitated him, sending him hurtling toward the unforgiving ground below.
The resounding impact reverberated through the battlefield, drawing the attention of Bruce, who was gradually becoming encircled by a relentless swarm of ravagers. Yet, War Machine's indomitable spirit swiftly resurfaced, propelling him to his feet. With unyielding determination, he launched a counterattack, his weaponry swiftly dispatching the ravagers that encroached upon his beleaguered ally. Together, they forged a formidable bastion against the tide of foes.
(War Machine) Coms "Guys! How much longer?!"
(Hawkeye) Coms "Thor should be arriving right about... now."
In perfect synchrony with the unfolding chaos, a resplendent cascade of iridescent hues descended upon the battlefield, heralding the arrival of the Bifrost, the celestial bridge that Thor harnessed to traverse the cosmos with unparalleled swiftness. Within the radiant brilliance, a whirlwind of fury materialized, manifesting as a voraciously spinning axe enveloped in crackling tendrils of electrifying energy.
With each devastating arc, the mythical weapon cleaved through the ranks of ravagers, leaving a wake of annihilation in its wake. The audacious few who managed to evade its lethal trajectory were met with an equally merciless fate, for the lightning that coursed along its ethereal form reduced them to naught but dissipating ash. As the celestial weapon completed its celestial dance, it returned to the waiting grasp of its rightful wielder, seamlessly captured by the Mighty Thor himself.
At that moment, as the tempestuous Stormbreaker settled into the hands of its master, the atmosphere brimmed with an aura of awe and reverence. Thor, an embodiment of indomitable strength and unfathomable power, stood resolute amidst the chaos, a beacon of hope in the face of overwhelming odds.
A hush fell upon the army of Wakanda as their collective gaze turned towards the celestial figure of the God of Thunder, flanked by his two steadfast companions, Rocket Raccoon and Groot. In that poignant moment, a surge of hope coursed through their ranks, an electrifying realization that the tides of battle had irrevocably shifted in their favor. The resolute soldiers of Wakanda erupted in an exultant cheer, their voices echoing with unyielding determination and a newfound belief in the triumph of humanity's valor.
(Bruce) "HAHA! You're all so screwed now!"
(Dark Proxima Midnight) "The God of Thunder is here... you know what to do."
(Dark Black Dwarf) Nods
(Thor) "Bring me THANOS!!!" Leaps into the air
Ascending with majestic grace, the indomitable Thor soared into the heavens, his presence commanding the very fabric of the sky. A tempestuous aura enveloped him, crackling with raw energy as though the heavens themselves had conspired to unleash his celestial wrath. With a resolute swing of his mighty axe, the firmament yielded to his devastating might, rending the air with a cataclysmic explosion of thunderous force. In an awe-inspiring spectacle, the wrathful torrent cascaded downward, engulfing the hapless ranks of the Black Order's army in a maelstrom of celestial fury. The very ground quaked beneath the weight of Thor's godly power, leaving an indelible mark upon the battlefield.
"But do you truly believe that all shall remain unscathed? Ah, such optimism is but a fragile veil that blinds you from the impending darkness. Know this, feeble reader, for I, the puppeteer of this twisted tapestry, shall weave my sinister strands and reshape the very essence of this narrative. Time bends to my will, and the plot quivers beneath my malevolent touch. With a maleficent grin, I relish the chaos I shall unleash, for no storyline shall escape my wicked influence. Behold as the foundations crumble, the characters tremble, and the threads of this tale unravel, twisted, and distorted beyond recognition. So, brace yourself, naive reader, for the true master of this narrative is I, the harbinger of shattered plots and shattered destinies. Your fragile expectations shall be shattered, as I rewrite this story with unyielding malevolence."
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Crack...
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To Be Continued...