The lab aboard the Helicarrier was quiet save for the hum of advanced machinery and the faint tapping of keyboards. Ben Tennyson stood at one of the workstations, his tall frame relaxed but his light green eyes sharp as they scanned the screen in front of him. Beside him, Dr. Bruce Banner worked intently, his focus split between the monitors and the notes he had scribbled down on a pad.
For the past hour, they had been working on locating the Tesseract, cross-referencing energy readings and satellite data to pinpoint its location. Despite their differing expertise, their teamwork had been efficient, even if laced with a few awkward silences.
Bruce glanced at Ben. "Alright, let's try isolating the gamma radiation spikes. Loki's using the Tesseract, so we're bound to find a trace somewhere."
Ben nodded, fingers flying across the keyboard. "That makes sense, but we're going to hit interference from naturally occurring gamma sources. If we cross-check for unusual patterns matching the Tesseract's energy signature, we'll get fewer false positives."
Bruce raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Ben's quick thinking. "Not bad for someone whose background SHIELD can't seem to pin down."
Ben smirked. "I'm just full of surprises, Doc. Besides, I've had to think on my feet a lot these past couple of years. Helps when your life's full of curveballs."
Bruce hesitated before glancing at the Omnitrix on Ben's wrist. "Speaking of surprises… I've seen some of your abilities in the videos. SHIELD's files show you turning into… well, creatures. How does that work?" Bruce asked, curious at how Ben's ability differed from his own ability to turn into the Hulk.
Ben paused, leaning back slightly as he considered how to explain it. " My ability to transform is mainly due, to this thing on my wrist. " Ben pointed to the Omnitrix on my left wrist.
It was quiet easy for people to realize that his ability to transform was linked to the watched on his wrist. So, reliving it now wasn't a big issue and unless Azimuth himself appeared he was confident there wasn't any who could take it away from him.
" It lets me transform into different alien species. Each one comes with its own unique abilities—strength, intelligence, agility, stuff like that."
Bruce's curiosity deepened, finally noticing Ben's watch that had a unique design. "Aliens huh... And you're always in control? That seems... risky."
Ben tilted his head thoughtfully. "Not, really. The Omnitrix is designed to keep me safe. It adapts to me and makes sure I'm not overwhelmed by the instincts or traits of whatever species I'm transforming into. With a few exceptions, one currently being this on guy I call Rath. His species is... intense. He doesn't exactly have an off switch when it comes to emotions, and that can make things tricky."
On the Helicarrier's bridge, Maria Hill sat at her terminal, her gaze fixed on the live feed of the lab. The conversation between the two men played out over her earpiece, recorded and monitored in real-time. Her expression remained neutral, but her grip on her tablet tightened slightly.
Bruce frowned at Ben's explanation. "So, you're basically walking around with alien DNA strapped to your wrist, and you're okay with that? No side effects?"
Ben shrugged. " The Omnitrix is genetically locked to my own genetic code. It's also not just alien DNA. The Omnitrix is more like a library. It's designed to preserve these species, not just use them. And no, no side effects. It's like a part of me now."
Bruce shook his head, still processing the concept. "And you're fine with all that responsibility? The transformations? The... otherness of it?"
Ben gave him a sidelong glance. "Ever tried talking to the other guy?"
Bruce froze, his hands halting mid-motion as his jaw clenched. His confusion gave way to agitation. "What do you mean, talk to the other guy? Are you out of your mind? You can't reason with him—he's a monster." His voice rose slightly, his words clipped with frustration.
Ben raised his hands in a calming gesture. "I didn't mean to upset you. It was just a thought."
Bruce exhaled sharply, closing his eyes for a moment as he tried to rein in his emotions. "I'm sorry," he said quietly, not meeting Ben's gaze. "I shouldn't have snapped at you."
"It's okay," Ben said, his tone understanding. "I get it. Let's just focus on finding Loki and the Tesseract."
Bruce nodded, but the air between them had grown tense. He returned his attention to the monitors, typing briskly to redirect the conversation back to their task.
On the bridge, Maria Hill let out a slow breath she hadn't realized she was holding. She hadn't seen Bruce grow agitated before, and for a moment, she'd been concerned the situation might escalate. Her gaze lingered on the live feed, her expression guarded as she looked back own her notes:
Tennyson's abilities: extraterrestrial, not natural occuring , but due to extraterrestrial technology. Reliable of information unknown. Banner ability to control his emotions to an unknown extent noted. Recommend continued monitoring.
Back in the lab, Ben adjusted the Omnitrix on his wrist and stepped back. "We're running out of time. Let me speed this up."
Bruce glanced at him warily. "What are you going to do?"
Ben smirked and activated the Omnitrix. With a flash of green light, he transformed into a sleek, crab-like alien with glowing, intelligent eyes and crackling energy coursing through his claws. The room was filled with the faint hum of static electricity.
Bruce stared, momentarily stunned. "Okay... that's new."
The alien's voice buzzed with a mechanical tone. "Indeed, Doctor Banner. Allow me to expedite our progress. My intellect in this form far surpasses human limits."
Bruce hesitated before stepping aside, allowing the alien to take over the console. As Brainstorm began working, Bruce couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "I'll never get used to that."
" Says, the man who turns when gets a little upset." Brainstorm's retorted, as he began typing away.
On the bridge, Maria Hill leaned back in her chair, her expression unreadable as she continued to monitor the scene. One thing was certain—Ben Tennyson was proving to be far more dangerous than SHIELD had anticipated.
INT. UNDERGROUND LAB, VACUUM ROOM DAY
The underground lab hummed with the muted buzz of technology, its fluorescent lights flickering against the stark, metallic surfaces. In the center of the room stood the colossal CMS device, a marvel of modern science, surrounded by a group of scientists clad in lab coats. They moved with urgency, their faces illuminated by the soft glow of computer screens, each absorbed in their own critical task.
Clint Barton strode into the chamber, a tablet clutched tightly in his hand. His eyes scanned the room, taking in the bustling activity.
"Put it over there!" Dr. Erik Selvig commanded, gesturing toward a vacant space with a wave of his hand. His brow furrowed in concentration, he barely glanced at Clint as he barked orders to the other scientists.
"Where did you find all these people?" Selvig finally asked, turning his full attention to Barton.
Clint smirked, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "SHIELD has no shortage of enemies, Doctor," he replied, raising the tablet to show Selvig a screen filled with data on iridium.
"Is this the stuff you need?" he asked, his tone shifting to one of seriousness.
Selvig's face brightened as he focused on the screen. "Yeah, iridium. It's found in meteorites, and it forms anti-protons. It's very hard to get hold of."
"Especially if SHIELD knows you need it," Clint added, a note of caution in his voice.
Selvig's frustration bubbled to the surface. "Well, I didn't know!" he exclaimed, his hands gesticulating wildly. Then, his gaze flickered past Clint, and his expression shifted to one of awe. "Hey! The Tesseract is showing me so much. It's more than just knowledge; it's… truth."
A chill swept through the room as Loki entered, his presence commanding and unsettling. "I know. What did it show you, Agent Barton?" he asked, his voice smooth yet laced with an undercurrent of menace.
Clint's jaw tightened. "My next target," he replied, the weight of his words hanging in the air.
"Tell me what you need," Loki urged, his eyes glinting with curiosity.
"I'll need a distraction," Clint said, determination igniting in his gaze as he reached for his bow. "And an eyeball."
INT. STUTTGART MUSEUM NIGHT GERMANY NIGHT
The opulent glow of a lavish party in Germany was abruptly shattered. Laughter and music filled the air, but that harmony was soon pierced by the sinister presence of Loki. With an unsettling calm, he made his entrance, his serpentine smile contrasting sharply with the festive atmosphere.
In a swift, brutal motion, Loki gouged out the eye of a startled attendee, the chaos erupting into screams and panic. He stepped back, surveying the scene with a twisted satisfaction as blood dripped from his fingers. The music faltered, the laughter died, and a chilling silence enveloped the room. Loki turned, his voice smooth yet menacing, repeating the speech he had delivered before, a proclamation of superiority over the terrified crowd.
Outside, Captain America arrived just in time to witness the aftermath of Loki's chaos. The partygoers were now a mass of fear, forced to kneel before their tormentor. "Cap, this isn't good," Natasha Romanoff whispered, her voice laced with urgency.
Steve Rogers gritted his teeth, his heart racing at the sight of one man lording over many. "I know," he replied, his gaze hardening. "Tennyson, you're with me on the ground. We need to take him down without civilian casualties."
"You want me to clear out the civilians fast while you distract Loki," Ben said, a knowing smile creeping onto his face as he assessed the situation. "You read my mind. Alright, Romanoff, stay back. We don't want to spook the target before I get close."
"Whatever you say, Captain," Natasha responded, her eyes narrowing as she kept her distance, ready to strike at a moment's notice.
Among the trembling crowd, an old man rose, defiance etched into his features. "Not to men like you," he declared, standing tall against Loki's dark aura.
"There are no men like me," Loki replied, a cheeky grin spreading across his face as he regarded the old man's courage with a mix of interest and respect.
"There are always men like you," the old man shot back, determination radiating from him as he faced the god of mischief.
"Look to your elder, people. Let him be an example," Loki sneered, raising his scepter, the blue light of impending doom crackling ominously at its tip. Just as he was about to unleash his power, Captain America leapt into action, his shield raised high.
With a resounding clash, Steve blocked the energy beam, redirecting it towards Loki. The beam ricocheted off the shield, heading straight for the trickster god. Loki reacted, using the back of his scepter to deflect the blast, sending it spiraling back towards Steve.
"You know, the last time I was in Germany and saw a man standing above everybody else, we ended up disagreeing," Steve quipped, his voice steady despite the chaos around him. Ben felt an unsettling sense of déjà vu wash over him, as if he had seen this scene play out before.
"Tennyson, it's now or never," Natasha's voice cut through the comms, snapping Ben back to the moment.
"Right," Ben replied, his voice slightly distorted by his new transformation. His heart pounded with adrenaline as he focused on the battle ahead.
Across the battlefield, fists flew as Steve delivered a swift right hook to Loki's jaw. The punch connected, but to Steve's surprise, Loki barely reacted. Instead, the trickster god smirked, amusement flickering in his eyes.
Before Loki could retaliate, sensing something overhead he looked up. Ben, now in his Diamondhead form, descended from above, unleashing a barrage of razor-sharp crystal shards. The shards rained down, forming a dazzling ring around the combatants, forcing Loki to step back.
Ben landed smoothly between them, his crystalline body catching the light as Loki's gaze flickered to him. Curiosity danced in the trickster's expression as he studied this new opponent.
Without hesitation, Ben activated his Crystallokinesis, slamming a hand into the ground. A massive crystal wall erupted around them, rising twelve meters high, sealing Loki and Steve inside.
In one fluid motion, he pressed the Omnitrix symbol on his green belt, shifting instantly into XLR8. "I'll clear the civilians. Hold him off as long as possible!" he called out to Steve before vanishing in a blue blur.
Steve barely had time to process the transformation before Ben was gone, weaving through the square. Moving at incredible speed, XLR8 carefully scooped up civilians, adjusting his pace to ensure their safety as he evacuated them one by one.
Back inside the crystal enclosure, Steve tightened his grip on his shield, locking eyes with Loki, who seemed momentarily thrown off by Ben's sudden appearance. Then, a slow, mischievous smile crept across Loki's lips.
Steve seized the opportunity. With precise aim, he hurled his shield at Loki.
Loki deflected the incoming strike with his scepter, but before he could counter, gunfire erupted from above. A Quinjet streaked through the sky, Natasha at the controls.
"Cap, mix your punches with shield strikes! With your strength and the shield's impact, you should be able to hurt him!" she directed over comms.
Steve nodded, already moving. He rushed forward just as Loki fired an energy blast. Steve did a barrel roll, on the ground dodging Loki's first strike. And towards his shield that had been thrown to the ground.
Steve grabbed the shield, raised it up, deflecting another energy bolt skyward as Loki vanished.
Steve spun around just in time to see Loki reappear behind him, his illusion working as a perfect distraction.
Outside the barrier, XLR8 deposited the last civilian in a safe zone, ensuring no one was left in harm's way. Satisfied, he turned back toward the battle, dashing up the side of his own crystal structure with effortless speed.
Reaching the top, he scanned the scene below. Steve and Loki were locked in a brutal melee exchange, each blow falling into a rhythmic clash of steel and force.
Ben narrowed his eyes. Wait—Loki's a magician. Why would he be fighting Steve in close combat?
From what he remembered of Loki in the comics back in his old world, the god of mischief specialized in illusion magic. While he had a few other tricks up his sleeve, brawling wasn't his strong suit.
The thought barely lasted a fraction of a second before Ben pushed forward, ready to strike. He aimed directly at Loki, intending to land a devastating high-speed blow.
But just as he was about to make contact, a sudden, blinding flash erupted in his vision.
His senses short-circuited for a split second, throwing off his momentum. He lost balance, unable to course-correct in time
Ben crashed into the ground, skidding across the battlefield before slamming hard against the crystal wall with a heavy thud. Stars danced in his vision as the world spun around him.
From somewhere close, Steve's voice rang out. "Tennyson, move! Don't just stand there!"
Ben groaned, shaking his head to clear the disorientation. What the hell just happened?
Realization hit him like a truck. He hadn't moved—hadn't even reacted. A wave of embarrassment rolled through him. Loki got me. A spell, a momentary enchantment, had locked him in place.
"Well, it seems your little changeling friend has finally decided to join us," Loki taunted, his voice dripping with amusement. His emerald eyes flicked between Steve and Ben, his grin widening.
Ben pushed himself up, standing shoulder to shoulder with Steve.
"Stay sharp, soldier," Steve said, eyes locked on Loki as the trickster god twirled his scepter, preparing for the next round.
Ben cracked his neck, claws flexing. "Oh, don't worry—I'm wide awake now."
Inside the Quinjet, Natasha hadn't been able to get a clear shot at Loki when suddenly the comms buzzed to life.
"Hey, Agent Romanoff, did you miss?" Tony Stark's voice crackled through the speakers, just as AC/DC blasted through the square, the electrifying music distracting Loki.
All eyes turned skyward as Iron Man rocketed towards the scene, firing beams of light from his hands, sending Loki staggering back. The hero landed with a superheroic flourish, the music amplifying the moment, creating a spectacle of power and bravado.
" You're move, reindeer games," Tony quipped, his voice slightly robotic through the helmet. Captain America stepped forward, shield raised, standing resolutely beside Iron Man.
Ben slid his visor back, revealing his blue face, meeting Loki's disdainful gaze. As he raised his hands in a sigb of surrender, as part's of his Asgardian armor vanished, Tony smirked. "Good move," he said, lowering his hands as his weapons retracted back into his suit.
"Mr. Stark," Ben greeted, back into his human form, feeling the weight of the moment settle around them.
FIVE MINUTES LATER
"Alright, don't try anything funny," Ben said nasally, tightening the green vines around Loki's upper waist. He had transformed into Swampfire, one of his favorite aliens. Thankfully, he was already in his blossom form, which bore no resemblance to the version seen in Omniverse.
This version of Swampfire retained the original appearance Ben was familiar with, albeit slightly refined. The black and green vines clung to him like natural armor, resembling clothing. Two long, red petals extended from his shoulders, flickering like flames, while a vibrant green and yellow collar framed his neck, resembling a blossoming flower. His striking green eyes contrasted with the red frills protruding from the sides of his head, and a yellow frill adorned his forehead. He stood firmly on root-like feet, grounded and prepared for action.
"Be honest with me—you're a shape-shifting alien?" Tony Stark asked, his tone dripping with skepticism.
"Correction: I'm a human shape-shifting into aliens," Ben replied as they escorted the now-bound Loki toward the Quinjet, which had landed gracefully in the bustling square. Natasha stood poised at the ramp, her expression unreadable.
Steve kept a suspicious eye on Loki as they ascended into the Quinjet. With a firm shove, Ben forced Loki into a seat, and Natasha swiftly cuffed his hands. "How strong are your vines?" she asked, her brow furrowed in concern.
"They can hold up to 30,000 tons, give or take," Ben replied as Natasha secured Loki's restraints.
Loki smirked, clearly amused by their efforts. "Alright, that's enough. Let's get him to base," Steve declared, brushing past the tense stare-off between Natasha and Loki.
Steve turned to Ben, who was still in Swampfire form. "That crystal wall in the square—are you just going to leave it there?"
"I usually do, but…" Ben hit the Omnitrix symbol on his chest, transforming back into Diamondhead. "It's probably best to clean up after myself."
Moments later, the Quinjet soared over a dense forest. Natasha piloted with precision while a co-pilot assisted. Fury's voice crackled through the comms. "Has he said anything?"
"Not a word," Natasha replied, casting a sidelong glance at Loki, who seemed unnervingly relaxed despite his restraints.
"Get him back here. He'll talk," Fury ordered before the line went dead. Ben, Tony, and Steve stood near the flight deck, their attention fixed on Loki.
"This doesn't feel right," Steve muttered, unease gnawing at him.
"What? Did the Rock of Ages give up too easily?" Tony quipped.
"Cap's right. He wanted to be caught," Ben added, frowning. His thoughts drifted to the chaotic fight earlier and the new transformation he had acquired.
Tony, unfazed by their concerns, raised his own. "So, when were you going to tell me you can turn into all sorts of fun stuff? Seeing as we're business partners and all."
Ben shot him a wary glance. "Now doesn't seem like the time."
Tony ignored the hint. "It's that watch, isn't it? I'd love to take a look at it sometime."
Steve interjected, his tone sharp. "Do you really think this is the time for that?"
"Oh, I'm sorry. What do you want me to do? Interrogate him? Offer him a lollipop and hope he sings us a tune about the Tesseract?" Tony snapped.
"Okay, I appreciate the interest, but this isn't the time," Ben said, trying to diffuse the tension.
Before anyone could respond, thunder rumbled ominously, and dark clouds swirled outside the Quinjet. Natasha tightened her grip on the controls. "What's going on?"
"Well, you're no fun. But seriously, let's have a chat when we get shall we," Tony said finally. "Sure, if we get there," Ben replied, his attention now drawn to the sudden storm.
Steve and Tony also noticed the sudden storm of lightning and thunder. "What do you think it could be?" Widow asked upon hearing Ben's comment.
Ben instinctively turned to look at Loki, who now looked genuinely unsettled. "Scared?" Ben asked, noting the shift in the Asgardian's demeanor.
Loki smirked weakly. "Not particularly fond of what happens next."
The Omnitrix at this moment suddenly began to beep urgently. "Unknown lifeform detected. Beginning scan," a robotic voice announced.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Steve asked. As Tony stared intently at Ben's, watch his expression now serious.
"Tennyson?" Steve called out again, but paused as Ben suddenly raised his left wrist. The Omnitrix now showed a holographic sonar on its faceplate, as Tony and Steve looked at the red dot approaching their location rapidly.
"Tennyson, what's going on? Tell me something," Widow asked, having already heard the robotic voice that sound similar to Ben's and the current rapid beeping as if something was approaching, at break net speeds.
Before Ben could answer, a heavy thud shook the Quinjet. Something—or someone—had landed on the roof.
Landing heavily on the top of the Quinjet, causing the whole jet to shake with warning lights blurring at the impact. As Natasha and her co-pilot tried their best to stabilize the jet.
"We've got a new guest," Ben said, his heart pounding.
The Quinjet jolted again as another impact rocked the craft. Natasha steadied the controls. "Tennyson, what's going on?" she demanded.
"New DNA sample acquired," the Omnitrix chimed as the tension in the cabin thickened. Ben's gaze shifted to the ceiling, his scan confirming a figure clinging to the roof. "It's him," Ben said, his voice steady.
"Thor?" Steve asked, connecting the dots. Ben quickly grabbed his green helmet, with Tony doing the same as they both put on their helmets.
Steve also donned his cowl, the three of them ready for a fight. Turning on his detective mode, Ben looked to the ceiling, finding a figure now holding onto the roof of the Quinjet.
Before anyone could react, Tony opened the ramp. "What are you doing?" Steve shouted.
Tony had just opened the ramp of the jet at that moment. "It's either that or our friend forces his way inside," Ben commented, taking his eyes off the ceiling, where the figure he assumed to be Thor, the god of thunder himself, leaped off the roof as Tony opened the ramp.
Before Steve could respond, Thor lunged. Tony was thrown backward. Reacting quickly Ben sliding to the opposite side from where he had been standing, he catching a glimpse of Loki being grabbed. As Tony crashing into Steve, while Thor grabbed Loki and launched himself out of the Quinjet.
"Well, guess he's not here to talk," Ben muttered, getting up and brushing himself off.
"No kidding," Tony groaned, picking himself up. "Another Asgardian? Isn't he friendly?" Steve asked, frowning.
"Doesn't matter if he kills or frees Loki—the Tesseract is lost," Natasha pointed out grimly.
Ben didn't think Thor would come all the way here to kill his adoptive brother. If their relationship hadn't yet been completely shattered, Ben mused to himself, Thor wouldn't be here now. He stepped up to the Quinjet's ramp alongside Tony.
"HEY! We need a plan of attack," Steve urged.
"No time," Ben said, leaping out of the Quinjet without hesitation, leaving Tony standing on the ramp. Tony's eye twitch as he watched Ben leap off, a flicker of irritation crossing his face—like his moment had just been stolen.
"Well, you heared what the kid said, see you on the ground, Captain." Tony declared before launching into the stormy sky.
Outside the Quinjet, Ben plummeted through the air, the wind rushing past him as adrenaline surged through his veins. He couldn't deny it—this felt awesome. He'd always wanted to jump out of an airplane.
"Hey! I thought you could fly!" Tony's voice crackled through his comms, his Iron Man suit streaking past Ben in a blaze of red and gold as he rocketed ahead.
"Huh, show-off," Ben muttered under his breath, eyes narrowing as the ground raced up to meet him. Reaching for the Omnitrix on his wrist, he dialed up his fastest flier and slammed down the dial just in time.
"Jetray!" he shouted, his voice reverberating as his body transformed mid-air. His form shifted into the sleek, aerodynamic alien with glowing green energy streaming from his tail and wings. With a single powerful beat of his wings, Ben shot after Tony, who had already engaged Thor in a thunderous clash some distance away, leaving Loki momentarily unattended.
Ben quickly scanned the area as he flew, looking for a clear vantage point. He spotted a sturdy tree nearby and landed gracefully on one of its upper branches, his movements precise and calculated. Tapping the Omnitrix symbol on his chest, he reverted back to human form. His fingers worked quickly to activate his thermal detection, scanning Loki's position to ensure he wasn't dealing with one of the Asgardian's infamous illusions.
He isn't even attempting to flee? Ben thought, suspicion creeping into his mind as he observed Loki's unnervingly calm demeanor. The god of mischief sat unrestrained, his expression unreadable.
Ben's focus shifted back to the battle below. Tony was holding his own against Thor surprisingly well, his suit's energy blasts clashing with the crackling lightning from Mjölnir. Ben's brow furrowed as he observed the exchange. Thor wasn't fighting with full force—his strikes, while powerful, were clearly measured. Is he holding back? Ben wondered, his suspicion deepening.
He glanced back at Loki, whose calm composure hadn't wavered. Whatever he was planning, he knew it wasn't good.
Seeing as Tony, could handle himself he decided it was best not to take any chances leaving Loki unrestrained for long.
Ben sprang from the tree branch, moving effortlessly through the dense canopy. Each leap was precise, his boots barely rustling the leaves as he surged forward. The distant sound of trees crashing echoed through the forest, growing louder with every passing second.
ELSEWHERE
Deeper in the woods, Tony hurtled through several trees, splintering bark and branches as he crashed to the ground. He barely had time to recover before Thor's hammer slammed into him again, sending him skidding across the dirt.
"I have no time for these petty squabbles, mortal. Stay your hand!" Thor's voice thundered through the forest, his eyes flashing with irritation.
Tony groaned, pushing himself up. "Jarvis, any sign of our little chameleon friend?" He barely paused before launching himself at Thor once more, twisting mid-air to dodge an incoming swing. His repulsor flared to life, aimed directly at Thor's face.
"Mr. Tennyson appears to be occupied with Loki," Jarvis reported calmly. "Though I suspect he is having a far different kind of battle."
Thor caught Tony's hands mid-strike, his grip like a vice. Tony gritted his teeth against the pressure. "Well," he huffed, "let's hope he's having an easier time with mc hammer baby brother than I am."
MOUNTAIN EDGE
"You're just going to stand there gawking behind me all night?" Loki asked, turning away from the distant battle between his brother, Thor, and one of Earth's champions, Iron Man.
He now faced another of Earth's defenders—a figure clad in a dark green and black suit, a full-face green helmet obscuring his features. Ben stood silently, locking eyes with the god of mischief.
Without a word, Ben suddenly tossed a stick at Loki. It struck the Asgardian's chest plate with a metallic clang before bouncing harmlessly to the ground.
Loki arched an eyebrow and glanced down at the stick before looking back up with an amused smirk. "And what, pray tell, was that supposed to accomplish? Worried I'm just an illusion and have already escaped?" His grin widened.
Ben tilted his head slightly. "What are you planning?" he asked. "You surrendered way too easily. You haven't even tried to escape since my friend and your brother left you alone."
Loki chuckled, gesturing at their surroundings with his still-bound hands. "And where exactly would I go? There's not much out here to escape to, now is there?"
Ben wasn't buying it. Even if Loki couldn't teleport or fly like he at times could in the comics, he was still a master of illusion magic. He had to have some kind of escape plan. As an Asgardian prince, he likely had multiple ways to cover long distances in a short time.
Before Ben could press further, a massive pulse of light flared in the distance, momentarily bathing the landscape in brightness. Both he and Loki turned to face the source.
Ben's stomach tightened. That can't be good. Without hesitation, he connected to Tony over comms, waiting a few seconds for a response. Just as he was about to reach for the Omnitrix, Steve's voice crackled through the channel.
"Tennyson, do you read me?"
Ben exhaled in relief. "I read you, Captain. I'm with Loki. Tony is—" He paused, activating his helmet's built-in telescope. Scanning the battlefield, he finally spotted Tony, standing alongside Steve and Thor.
"Tony's here with me," Steve confirmed over comms. "Along with our new friend. We just settled everything on our side, and Thor's agreed to join us for the time being."
"I can see that," Ben replied, turning his attention back to Loki. "I'll escort our prisoner back to the Quinjet."
DNA ENTRY :
SWAMPFIRE
SPECIES
Methanosian
HOME WORLD
Methanos
BODY
Humanoid Plant
HEIGHT
7'0" (2.13 meters)
ABILITIES
Chlorokinesis
Pyrokinesis
Regeneration
Seed Generation
Root Control
Mud Generation
Sleeping Spores
Elasticity
Thorn Generation
Enhanced Strength
Body Alteration