With Sona's music still echoing in their veins, Peter took the lead and charged forward.
Behind him—
The Avengers and the X-Men surged as one, rushing straight into the completely overrun Washington, D.C.
The first to lose control… was Banner.
Halfway through the melody, the rising tide of emotion and power had already pushed him past the limit.
With a thunderous roar—
He transformed.
Fortunately, Peter had prepared in advance, handing him a pair of elastic shorts, sparing everyone an awkward spectacle.
But even so—
The sheer ferocity of the Hulk left a deep impression.
…
Then came Tony.
Nick Fury's death had clearly shaken him to the core.
Three days.
Almost no rest.
And what he had built in that time—
Was a monster.
This new armor bore some resemblance to the Hulkbuster that would exist in another timeline, but it felt even more excessive—like a fusion of heavy assault armor and a walking weapons platform.
Massive.
Intimidating.
And covered—
In weapons.
From Peter's perspective, he could immediately tell that Tony had equipped independent arc reactors into the arms and legs, ensuring maximum output and mobility.
It was overengineered.
It was excessive.
It was—
Pure Tony Stark.
…
Compared to those two towering forces—
Peter and Quicksilver seemed almost invisible.
Their movements were subtle, nearly silent.
But while Quicksilver was simply fast—
Peter was… hiding.
As a strike operative, Quicksilver's value lay in his speed—capable of pulling off maneuvers no one else could, like snatching the Tesseract or Loki's scepter at a critical moment.
Peter, on the other hand—
Wore a sleek combat suit.
Behind him, his wings had undergone multiple upgrades. Now, they truly resembled steel wings, integrated with anti-gravity propulsion systems.
At first glance—
They didn't look like much.
But the moment he took flight—
Everything changed.
The wings spread.
And the sky—
Lit up.
Magnetism surged.
Light bent.
Energy rippled.
Auroras.
Brilliant, shifting auroras unfurled behind Peter, painting the sky in streaks of color.
Light itself—an electromagnetic wave—danced in response to his power.
In the dim glow of early dawn, the effect was overwhelming.
For a moment—
It felt like the entire world was watching him.
"Show-off…"
Tony muttered, clearly irritated.
Even now, with no time to compete for attention, seeing Peter steal the spotlight still didn't sit well with him.
After all—
Tony Stark was supposed to be the center of attention.
The battlefield erupted.
In the sky, auroras shimmered.
On the ground, a silver blur—Quicksilver—tore forward at impossible speed.
And behind them—
A massive green figure thundered across the earth.
Despite his enormous size, the Hulk was anything but slow.
Each step carried him dozens—sometimes hundreds—of meters forward.
Power.
Speed.
Destruction.
All embodied in one unstoppable force.
…
Behind him, Tony followed close, propelled by roaring thrusters.
Further back, the Quinjet carried Steve, Cyclops, Storm, and the others into position.
Such a formation—
Such overwhelming presence—
Could not go unnoticed.
At the ruins of what had once been the White House…
Amid broken walls and shattered stone—
A throne had been erected.
And upon it—
Loki sat.
Gazing down upon the battlefield like a god.
"…They're here."
Holding his scepter, Loki's lips curled into a confident smile.
His eyes locked onto the southeastern horizon.
And the first thing he saw—
Was the aurora.
"Go."
He raised a hand.
"Destroy them."
At his command, a Chitauri commander let out a piercing shriek.
The response was immediate.
From every direction—
Chitauri soldiers surged forward, mounted on flying platforms, accompanied by massive Leviathan carriers.
An alien tide.
Descending upon the heroes.
"Boom—!"
Like thunder colliding with flame—
The two forces crashed into each other.
Peter struck first.
The aurora became a blade.
Invisible force erupted outward.
In an instant—
Dozens—hundreds—of unseen psychic blades formed in the air.
Then—
They fell.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Explosions rang out in rapid succession.
Everything within a fan-shaped radius in front of Peter—
Was obliterated.
Chitauri soldiers.
Flying crafts.
All torn apart.
The sky itself seemed to shatter as debris rained down—alien bodies and wreckage falling like a storm.
…
And then—
The Hulk arrived.
"ROOOAR—!"
His target—
A Leviathan.
A monstrous, armored creature the size of a building, floating through the sky like a whale in the ocean.
Without hesitation—
Hulk leapt.
A single bound carried him upward—
And then—
A punch.
A devastating, unstoppable punch.
It slammed directly into the creature's head.
The force rippled through its entire body.
Armor shattered.
Flesh tore apart.
Internal structures collapsed.
With a pitiful wail, the massive beast crashed down—
And did not rise again.
"Not bad, big guy—"
Tony's voice cut in as he landed nearby.
"But move."
The hulking armor stepped forward, planting itself firmly on the ground.
Behind him—
Weapon systems deployed.
Cannons locked.
Target acquired.
"Let's turn this up a notch."
A missile launched—
Trailing fire as it streaked toward the battlefield ahead.
The war—
Had truly begun.
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