"Why didn't you come see me?"
When her gaze alone failed, Wanda finally lost patience.
Just as Peter was delivering his pre-battle speech, her voice echoed directly inside his mind—her psychic link snapping into place without warning.
"…Where was I?"
Peter paused mid-sentence, standing between two aircraft and a towering war machine that looked like something straight out of a sci-fi battlefield.
In front of him stood a lineup of heroes.
The Avengers.
The X-Men.
Side by side, shoulder to shoulder, united for the first time against a threat that endangered all of humanity.
And at the center of it all—
Peter Parker.
The strongest among them.
Naturally, he had taken the lead in rallying everyone before the fight.
"You were saying we're going to beat the hell out of Loki," someone added helpfully.
Peter turned slightly, glancing at Wanda beside him. A faint smile appeared on his lips before he nodded at Steve.
"Right."
His expression turned serious again.
"This battle isn't just about revenge. It's not just about seizing an opportunity."
His voice grew firmer, resonating across the group.
"It's about the future."
"We have to win—and not just win. We have to win so decisively that anyone watching will remember it."
A brief pause.
"There are countless threats in the universe. Today it's one army. Tomorrow, it could be another."
His gaze sharpened.
"And if we want to stop that from happening… we need to prove something."
"That Earth is not to be messed with."
His posture was straight, his tone righteous, every word filled with conviction.
But inside—
Inside the mental space he shared with Wanda—
He was doing something very different.
"Hey… don't be mad."
Peter pulled Wanda into an embrace within the psychic realm, his tone softening completely.
"You know how incredible you are… all of you are."
He sighed lightly.
"And yeah… I'm greedy. I don't want to lose any of you."
His voice dropped, sincere.
"But right now? I'm not even good enough for just one of you."
"So I've been working—trying to become someone worthy of all of you."
He tightened his hold slightly.
"As for why I didn't come see you… I didn't want things to get awkward."
Between bold promises and gentle reassurance, Wanda's frustration quickly melted away.
It didn't take long before she relented, her emotions softening under his words.
…
"Alright."
Back in reality, Peter clapped his hands lightly.
"Final assignments. Then we move out."
He glanced toward the horizon.
Dawn had just broken.
The rising sun painted the sky in deep crimson, as if foreshadowing the storm to come.
"This assault will be divided into three teams."
His tone shifted back to command mode.
"First strike team—me, Dr. Banner, Iron Man, and Quicksilver."
"We'll punch straight through."
He looked at Steve.
"Captain, you'll lead support with Cyclops and Storm. Provide cover fire and clear a path for us."
Then his eyes moved further back.
"Professor X, Magneto—you'll hold the rear. Whether we make it out alive will depend on you."
Finally—
"Wanda. Sona."
"You two stay with them. Protect them, and be ready to support us when needed."
The formation was nearly perfect.
Yes, Peter had his own bias—placing Wanda and Sona in safer positions—but it wasn't without reason.
Their abilities were better suited for support and protection, not direct assault.
And Professor X and Magneto, while incredibly powerful, would be vulnerable if left completely isolated.
Even Wanda, though reluctant to stay behind, ultimately chose to follow Peter's decision after meeting his gaze.
"Sona… let's begin."
Everything was ready.
The sun had risen.
Across the world, the news had spread.
Alien invasion.
Just like in the movies.
And the first target—
Was Washington.
Their mission?
To save the world.
"You want… music? To calm nerves?"
Magneto raised an eyebrow, clearly amused, as Sona calmly took out a guitar from the aircraft.
Others looked equally puzzled.
Aside from Steve—who had done his homework on everyone's abilities—most of them were confused.
From the very beginning, they had noticed something odd.
Sona hadn't spoken a single word.
Not even once.
Silence wasn't unusual in tense moments—
But this?
This was different.
Still, no one stopped her.
And soon—
They understood why.
The heroes stood in a line, gazing toward the ruined city in the distance.
Sona stepped forward.
Facing the battlefield—
She gently plucked the strings.
A single note rang out.
"—"
The sound wasn't loud.
But it carried.
A strange energy rippled outward from that single tone.
Then—
The melody rose.
Stronger.
Faster.
More intense.
A warm current surged through everyone's body.
Fatigue vanished.
Strength returned.
Their minds sharpened.
Their bodies grew lighter.
Power swelled.
Blood burned.
Their eyes widened in shock as they stared at Sona.
Even Magneto felt it—
An uncontrollable urge to move with the rhythm.
To act.
To fight.
…
By the time the music reached its climax—
Every single one of them had reached peak condition.
And at that exact moment—
Peter stepped forward.
His voice roared across the battlefield.
"Move out!"
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