The sky over Manhattan didn't just darken; it bruised, turning a sickly shade of violet as the fabric of reality began to fray. From the swirling rift above Stark Tower, a legion of Chitauri flyers poured out like a swarm of metallic locusts.
As the smoke cleared, the six of them stood together—shoulder to shoulder amidst the rubble. They weren't just a group of soldiers or scientists; they were a wall of defiance.
Tony flipped up his faceplate, breathing hard. "Group photo later? Because I think we’re just getting started." The Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes image
But the tide was too great. The alien commander, a towering beast clad in obsidian armor, landed in the center of the fray, raising a scepter that pulsed with dark energy. "Your world is forfeit!" he bellowed. Then came the roar.
Cap tightened the straps on his shield. "Avengers... Assemble." The sky over Manhattan didn't just darken; it
The ground buckled. A green shadow loomed over the commander, large enough to blot out the sun. The didn't use a weapon; he simply brought both fists down with the force of a tectonic shift. The shockwave leveled the alien front line, leaving the commander buried in a crater of his own arrogance.
"Secure the perimeter!" a voice commanded—sharp, steady, and impossible to ignore. vaulted over a crushed taxi, his vibranium shield catching the afternoon sun as it ricocheted off a Chitauri warrior's helm. He caught the shield on the fly, signaling to Black Widow and Hawkeye , who were already a blur of martial arts and high-velocity arrows, clearing the path for fleeing civilians. They weren't just a group of soldiers or
streaked across the skyline, a crimson-and-gold blur. "Jarvis, divert all power to the chest RT," Tony Stark commanded, his voice tight. A blinding beam of unibeam energy sliced through a formation of alien crafts, sending them spiraling in flames.