The Storm Chaser floated in low orbit over New York City, cloaked in its shimmering invisibility field. Max stood on the bridge, hands folded behind his back, his sharp eyes locked on the holographic display before him. It was only a matter of time now. The invasion had begun.
"Energy spike detected," a Ghost agent reported from her station, her fingers flying over the console. "It's coming from the Stark Tower."
Max's eyes narrowed as the display zoomed in on the familiar tower, Stark's flagship in the heart of New York. The energy surge was coming from the Tesseract—just as Max had predicted. The Tesseract was about to open the portal.
As Max watched, the display showed Loki being hurled out of the shattered glass window of the Stark Tower penthouse, his body tumbling helplessly through the air. Tony Stark—suited up in his latest nanite-based Iron Man armor—flew after him in pursuit, blasting through the broken window in a blur of red and gold.
"Sir," another Ghost agent interrupted. "The portal is opening."
Max's gaze turned to the screen as the space above New York began to twist and distort, warping reality itself as the dimensional rift expanded. The swirling energy grew, creating a glowing, pulsating gateway that hung ominously in the sky. And then, from the other side, they came.
The Chitauri.
The first wave of the alien army surged through the portal, their sleek hovercrafts and massive warships descending like a swarm of locusts upon the unsuspecting city below. Max clenched his fists, not out of fear, but in preparation for what was to come.
"Activate the bunkers," Max ordered, his voice calm, almost cold.
The Ghost agent nodded and input the command. Across New York City, in the specific Stark-owned buildings Max had arranged to be purchased months ago, the invisible generators sprang to life. Energy shields rippled into existence, forming clusters of shimmering blue domes that covered key areas of the city. Each shield had a radius of one kilometer, protecting the civilians below from the impending alien assault.
On the bridge, the holographic display showed the shields springing up like a protective web across the city. The Chitauri, however, had already taken notice.
"They're targeting Stark Tower," the Ghost agent reported. "It's the only unshielded zone."
Max watched with a slight smirk as the Chitauri hovercrafts swarmed toward the Stark Tower, their weapons blazing as they began to fire at the shielded areas. But the energy shields, powered by Naquadah generators, held firm. The blasts hit the shields and darkened the blue energy for a brief moment, but the barriers did not falter.
"They won't break through," Max said, more to himself than to anyone else. "Not without support from their larger warships."
Below, on the streets of New York, the Avengers had assembled. Tony, now fully equipped in his sleek nanite-based suit, hovered in the air, scanning the battlefield below. Through the Avengers' communication line, the voices of his teammates crackled in.
"Tony, did you activate those shields?" Captain America's voice asked over the comms.
"Not me," Tony replied, his voice a mix of curiosity and familiarity. "But I think I know who did."
As Tony ascended higher into the air, he spotted something that made him grimace—a massive Chitauri leviathan, one of their whale-like warships, breaking through the portal and heading directly toward the city. Tony glanced down at the glowing blue shields protecting the people below, and Max's words from months ago came back to him.
Flying whales.
Tony couldn't help but shake his head and smile beneath his helmet. "After this is over, Max and I are going to have a long talk."
With a burst of energy, Tony shot into the sky, his repulsors flaring as he accelerated toward the Chitauri leviathan. His nanite suit reformed itself mid-flight, shifting his arms into massive plasma cannons. He opened fire, twin beams of destructive energy tearing into the leviathan's side. Chitauri soldiers poured out of its belly, but Tony was already in the thick of them, weaving through their fire, blasting them apart with precision shots from his repulsors.
Down below, the battle raged on.
Hulk, in all his green-skinned fury, leaped from one energy shield dome to the next. His powerful legs sent him soaring through the air like a missile, smashing through Chitauri hovercrafts with a single blow. Every time he landed, the ground shook, and the aliens unfortunate enough to be nearby were crushed underfoot. With a ferocious roar, he tore through the Chitauri soldiers, sending them flying in every direction.
Thor fought with reckless abandon, unbothered by the chaos around him. Mjolnir spun in his hand, a blur of lightning and power as he summoned a massive storm. Thunder cracked across the sky, and bolts of lightning struck down Chitauri ships with pinpoint accuracy. With a powerful throw, Thor sent Mjolnir crashing through a wave of hovercrafts, reducing them to smoking wreckage.
On the ground, Captain America, Hawkeye, and Black Widow held the streets. Hawkeye perched on a rooftop, launching arrow after arrow, each one finding its mark. His arrows exploded in midair, taking out groups of Chitauri soldiers, or shot through the engines of their crafts, sending them spiraling to the ground in flames.
Black Widow moved through the chaos like a shadow, her Widow's Bites and firearms taking down Chitauri soldiers with deadly efficiency. She rolled and ducked through enemy fire, using her agility to outmaneuver the heavily armored aliens.
Captain America stood at the front lines, his shield held high as he directed civilians to safety under the protection of the energy domes. He threw his shield with precision, knocking Chitauri soldiers off their feet and taking out hovercrafts in quick succession.
Amidst the destruction, Loki hovered above the chaos, riding on a Chitauri glider. His expression was twisted with frustration and anger. Everything was supposed to go according to plan. The humans were supposed to be crushed, subjugated beneath his rule, and yet here they were, fighting back, holding their ground. And those damned energy shields—where had they come from?
"NO! NO! THIS IS NOT HOW IT WAS SUPPOSED TO GO!" Loki bellowed, his voice filled with rage as he slammed his fist against the glider's controls.
His frustration only grew as he watched his forces fail to make any significant progress. The Chitauri were being beaten back, and the city was not burning as he had envisioned.
And then, something else happened—something that made Loki's blood boil.
From the corner of his eye, Loki noticed a massive ship appearing in the sky. It shimmered into visibility, its enormous form casting a shadow over the battlefield. The Storm Chaser had arrived, its sleek, ancient design hovering above the city, just outside the portal.
Inside the ship, Max stood on the bridge, watching the scene unfold below. He pressed a button on the control panel.
"Deploy the drones."
From the underside of the Storm Chaser, the bay doors opened, releasing a swarm of Ancient drones. They streaked out into the sky, glowing with a golden light as they formed a massive cloud above New York. The drones moved with deadly precision, each one targeting a Chitauri hovercraft, ship, or soldier. Within moments, the drones began to tear through the Chitauri forces, their powerful energy shield smashed the alien invaders.
On the ground, Tony noticed the swarm of drones. "Max, you showoff," he muttered with a grin, watching as the drones turned the tide of the battle.
Hulk continued his rampage, leaping from one shield to the next, crushing Chitauri forces beneath him. Thor, with a final, mighty swing of Mjolnir, sent a bolt of lightning crashing into the portal itself, change the color of the edge of the portal for a brief moment.
As the battle raged on, the Avengers fought with everything they had, each of them pushing the Chitauri back further and further. The energy shields held strong, protecting the people of New York from the worst of the invasion.