Earth-15986
When Garen came back to himself, he needed a moment to regain control of his body. His muscles felt heavy, his head was spinning, and the ground beneath him felt… wrong. The air was thick with smoke, the scent of burnt metal lingering in his nostrils.
Then it hit him.
"Lux!" he shouted, turning sharply to where she had just stood—nothing. No Lux. No Fiora. No Jarvan. No Shyvana. They were gone. His heart pounded in his chest, his grip tightening on his sword.
A noise to his left.
He turned, blade at the ready—and locked eyes with Darius.
The Hand of Noxus stood tense, his axe gripped in both hands. His sharp eyes darted around the unfamiliar battlefield, then landed back on Garen.
Garens' expression darkened. "What did you do?! Where is Lux?"
Darius met his glare with one of his own. "I have no idea. Where are we?"
"So all this wasn't your doing?" Garen questioned.
Darius opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, a piercing screech filled the air. Both warriors turned just in time to see something speeding toward them.
It was grotesque—half reptile, half machine. Its scaled body was reinforced with metallic plating, and its glowing violet eyes locked onto them like prey. In its hands, it held a weapon unlike anything Garen had ever seen—sleek, unnatural, a long-barreled construct humming with energy, with strange glowing symbols running along its side.
It aimed directly at him.
A flash.
A beam of energy shot toward Garen with terrifying speed. He barely had time to process what was happening. It was impossible to dodge.
The blast struck him dead center.
Nothing.
A small scorch mark appeared on his chest plate, smoke rising from the impact. Garen blinked, stunned. He was unharmed.
The creature hesitated, just as confused as he was. It had made a fatal mistake.
Darius and Garen struck at the same time.
The greatsword of Demacia and the axe of Noxus swung in perfect sync. Garen's blade cleaved through the creature's torso, while Darius' axe tore through its side. The force of their combined attack ripped the abomination apart, severing its head and splitting its body in two.
The two warriors stepped back, catching their breath.
Only now did they truly take in their surroundings.
Gone were the familiar lands of Runeterra. They stood in a war-torn city, unlike anything they had ever seen. Massive towers of metal stretched into the sky, some burning, others crumbling. Strange flying constructs darted above, battling monstrous invaders. The streets were littered with destruction—vehicles torn apart, debris scattered everywhere.
And surrounding them, more of the reptilian cybernetic creatures emerged from the wreckage, their glowing eyes locking onto their new targets.
They were surrounded.
Garen and Darius instinctively shifted into battle stances, standing back to back. There was no time for questions. Only survival mattered.
The creatures attacked.
Darius met them head-on, his axe carving through their ranks with raw, brutal efficiency. His thick armor although by far not as effective as Garen's, absorbed the worst of their energy blasts, though each impact sent jolts of force through his body. But he didn't slow. He never slowed.
He lunged at the closest cluster, using the backside of his axe to yank five of them forward. Gripping his weapon at the very end of its handle, he spun with brutal force—a full rotation that sent his axe cleaving through anything in its path. One creature barely dodged backward, escaping the blade's range—only to collapse seconds later, its body split open from an unseen wound. Another tried to evade by rushing toward him. Big mistake. Darius shifted his grip, using the pick-like end of his axe to hook into its flesh before delivering a merciless strike that ended its struggle.
Meanwhile, Garen had set his sights on what appeared to be an officer, its metallic voice barking out commands. He surged forward, using a burst of speed to close the distance before leaping into the air. His blade came down like a hammer, splitting the creature in two.
Now in the heart of the enemy ranks, he steeled himself. And then—he spun.
His enchanted armor glowed as he became a whirlwind of steel, cutting down everything around him. Each rotation sent another foe crumbling to the ground, their lifeless bodies scattering in the dust.
For a moment, they held their ground, cutting through the enemy with relentless efficiency.
But there were too many. For every one they felled, more took its place. They were being pushed back, forced into a defensive position.
Then, out of nowhere, a streak of red and gold shot across the battlefield.
A high-pitched whine filled the air as a barrage of missiles rained down on their attackers, blasting several creatures apart.
A voice rang out from above.
"Well, this is new. Giant guy with an axe, bigger guy with a sword… Did I accidentally walk into a Game of Thrones crossover? Because if so, I'm suing."
Garen looked up to see a figure hovering above them, clad in gleaming red and gold armor. Its eyes glowed white, and energy pulsed from its hands.
Darius grunted, barely sparing the armored figure a glance. "And who in the Void are you supposed to be?"
"Oh, where are my manners?" The armored figure placed a hand on his chest. "Hi. Iron Man. Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist… and, apparently, the only one here wondering if we just picked up some of Thor's drinking buddies."
Before Darius could respond—likely with something involving his axe—a massive bolt of lightning tore through the battlefield, vaporizing a cluster of invaders. A second figure landed with a heavy thud—a towering man with long blonde hair, clad in intricate armor, wielding a hammer that crackled with energy.
He turned to face them, his expression both wary and intrigued. "I could ask you the same, stranger."
Tony pointed at him. "Speaking of which—Thor, buddy, you know these guys? Because they've got way too much armor to be from Earth, and if they start yelling about Odin or mead, I'm gonna assume they're from your place."
Thor furrowed his brow, studying the two warriors. "They are not of Asgard." His grip tightened on Mjolnir. "But they don't seem to be our enemies."
More figures arrived—one in red, white, and blue, wielding a shield. Another, dressed in black and purple, drawing an arrow. A red-haired woman in a sleek black suit, twin batons crackling with electricity as she weaved through enemies with lethal precision. A small man with glasses followed the others carefully.
Garen and Darius shared a glance. These warriors were powerful.
And for now, that was all that mattered.
Together, they fought.
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The metal man—Iron Man—continued to bombard the surrounding enemies with his unrelenting missiles and repulsor blasts, clearing paths for his allies. His suit's glowing arc reactor pulsed with energy, and every shot seemed to hit its mark with pinpoint accuracy. The enemies scattered under his assault, but no one was truly safe in this chaos.
Meanwhile, the archer, Hawkeye, perched high on a balcony. He had a sharp eye, and only took shots when an enemy got dangerously close to one of his allies. Each arrow seemed perfectly placed, sending creatures falling with precise headshots and well-aimed takedowns, allowing his comrades to push forward unhindered.
Then, the guy with the hammer—Thor—summoned bolts of lightning from the storm, striking down enemies with godly force. His hammer crackled with energy as he whirled through the air, taking down any foe unlucky enough to cross his path. With each mighty swing, the enemies fell, unable to withstand the might of Asgard's son.
Close behind, the woman in black, Black Widow, sprinted into the fray, her agility unmatched. She weaved through the enemy ranks with expert precision, using her flexibility to dodge strikes and retaliate with swift blows. Each movement was like a dance—graceful but deadly. Her enemies didn't stand a chance as she took them down one after another, her Widow's Bite shocking and incapacitating anyone foolish enough to get too close.
Garen couldn't help but notice her precision, recalling how much she reminded him of Katarina, his own sister—quick, efficient, and dangerous.
But there was no time for nostalgia. They were in the heat of battle.
Seeing the progress their allies were making, Garen and Darius moved to join them. The sound of their greatsword and axe echoed as they cleaved through the ranks of enemies, their combined might proving unstoppable. They fought side by side, each blow taking down enemy after enemy, pushing through the hordes with incredible precision and unrelenting force.
They were making progress, cutting down every foe in their path. But as they moved forward, a shadow loomed over the city.
The mechanical behemoth came straight towards them, any building that stood in its way crumbled and collapsed into itself.
"Bruce, any way for you to get angry fast and get the green guy out?" Metal man asked
Suddenly the small man who had always stayed in the back started to walk towards him. While walking he turned to Iron man while taking off his glasses.
"That's my secret, I'm ALWAYS angry" he said, and garen and Darius watched in astonishment as the once small man began to grow and turn green.
The Hulk roared and charged straight at the monstrous leviathan. As it closed the distance, he pulled back his massive fist and swung.
The impact was like a thunderclap.
The leviathan's head snapped back from the force, but the creature's momentum kept pushing forward—until it didn't. Its entire body crumpled inward, like a metal can crushed under an unstoppable force. Plates of armor buckled, gears twisted and snapped, and with one final groan of metal, the monstrosity came to a grinding halt.
For a moment, everything was still.
Then—cheers erupted.
But it was too soon to celebrate.
Four more leviathans emerged, their massive forms blotting out the sun as they descended into the city.
Thor wasted no time. He flew to the tallest building, lifting Mjolnir high. Lightning surged around him, crackling through the storm clouds before he sent a devastating bolt straight down. The energy speared through one leviathan, its body convulsing as it exploded mid-air.
Iron Man went for another, unleashing a barrage of repulsor blasts and missiles. But its armor was too strong. With a frustrated sigh, he changed tactics—diving straight into its gaping maw.
For a few seconds, nothing happened.
Then—BOOM.
Flames erupted from within, and the leviathan's body split apart from the inside out.
Meanwhile, the Fantastic Four took on the third. The Human Torch shot forward, blasting its body with scorching fire, forcing it lower. The Invisible Woman extended her force fields, slamming the creature into a collapsing building while The Thing climbed onto its back, his rocky fists pounding into its exposed joints. As it struggled, Mr. Fantastic stretched his body around its head, twisting and snapping critical components until, with one last punch from The Thing, the creature's head was torn clean off.
That left one.
Garen and Darius had already made their move, scaling a nearby skyscraper as the final leviathan passed beneath them. Timing their jumps perfectly, they landed on its back.
Darius wasted no time, swinging his axe and slamming the pick-like end into the armor, tearing away chunks of metal with each brutal strike. Garen fended off the Chitauri trying to reclaim their beast, cutting them down before they could overwhelm him.
Then—disaster.
A collapsing building sent debris crashing into them. Darius lost his footing and was thrown off, plummeting toward the streets below.
Garen barely managed to hang on, pulling himself up with sheer force of will. But the leviathan had turned, now heading straight for the fallen Darius.
Darius gritted his teeth, forced himself to his feet, and readied his axe. He wouldn't run.
As the creature bore down on him, he leaped.
With all his strength, he brought his axe down in a single, devastating swing. The force of the impact sent a shockwave through the leviathan's body, splitting through its flesh and armor alike.
At the same time, Garen reached the top of the creature's head, right where Darius had exposed its weak point.
He raised his blade.
"Justice!"
From the heavens, a massive sword of pure light tore through the storm clouds, descending in a blinding arc. It struck true, cleaving through the leviathan's skull in one clean motion.
The creature gave one last shudder before its massive body collapsed to the ground, lifeless.
The battlefield was still. The city, though battered, still stood.
They had won.
Or so they thought.
A deep, ominous rumble echoed from above.
Garen and Darius turned their gaze skyward just in time to see the missile.
It descended like a burning comet, aimed directly at the heart of the city.
Iron Man's voice cut through the silence. "Oh, come on. We just cleaned up this mess."
"What is that?" Garen asked, gripping his sword.
"A nuke," Tony answered grimly. "And if it hits, we're all done."
There was no time to think. No time for hesitation.
"I got it."
Before anyone could stop him, Iron Man rocketed into the sky, pushing his suit to its limits as he sped toward the missile.
Higher and higher he climbed, the city shrinking beneath him. His systems blared warnings—oxygen levels critical, power draining—but he didn't stop.
With one last burst of speed, he caught the missile, adjusted its trajectory, and steered it toward the portal.
The swirling vortex loomed ahead.
He pushed forward, breaking through.
On the other side, a massive alien warship hovered in the abyss. The Chitauri barely had time to react before the missile reached its mark.
A blinding explosion consumed everything. The warship shattered, and across the battlefield, the remaining Chitauri collapsed lifelessly.
The war was over.
But Iron Man was still falling.
The portal sealed shut, and he plummeted, unconscious.
For a moment, it seemed like he wouldn't make it.
Then—
A green blur shot into the sky.
The Hulk.
With a single leap, he caught Iron Man midair. As they fell, he reached out, grabbed the side of a building, and slid down, using the structure to slow their descent. Sparks flew, glass shattered, but when they hit the ground, Hulk was still standing, Tony cradled in one massive hand.
Everyone held their breath.
Iron Man didn't move.
Thor furrowed his brow. "Is he…?"
Then, suddenly, Tony gasped, eyes snapping open. He blinked at the group standing over him.
"…So, who wants shawarma?"
Darius raised a brow. Garen just shook his head.
Whatever that meant, at least the man was alive.