The Quinjet roared over the burning skyline of Manhattan, its engines cutting through the smoke and chaos. Below, streets were in ruins—cars overturned, buildings shattered, and alien ships diving between skyscrapers firing blue plasma bolts.
As the jet hovered low, the ramp dropped, and one by one, the heroes stepped out.
Natasha was the first to land, her pistols already drawn. "Let's make this quick," she said, scanning the sky. "Too many civilians still trapped."
Clint followed right after her, his bow snapping open with a click. "I'll take the rooftops—give us cover."
Bruce exhaled deeply and glanced at Steve. "Better not make me angry."
Steve gave him a small, steady nod. "That's kind of the point, Banner."
Thor landed beside them in a crack of thunder, lightning rolling through the air around him. "Brother's folly ends today," he said, gripping Mjolnir tight.
And then Alex appeared—descending slowly from the sky, the blue light from the portal gleaming against his coat. He landed beside them, expression calm, eyes sharp. "Looks like the party's started."
Tony's voice came through their earpieces as he flew overhead in the Iron Man suit. "You're telling me. Whole city's crawling with aliens. Let's clean this up, team."
Steve looked around at everyone—each of them ready, standing together for the first time. The sound of explosions echoed through the streets, but in that moment, there was focus. Unity.
He lifted his shield, stepped forward, and shouted the words that would echo through history.
"Avengers—assemble!"
The ground shook as the team charged forward.
Thor's hammer flew through the air, smashing into a Chitauri ship. Hulk leapt over a building, roaring as he tore through enemies. Iron Man blasted through the sky, taking down clusters of flying soldiers. Natasha and Clint moved together—precision and speed.
And Alex—his aura flared white as he dashed into the heart of the battle, striking down Chitauri with invisible bursts of mana that rippled through the air like shockwaves.
Above them, the portal continued to widen, spilling more ships into the sky.
But now… Earth was fighting back.
While back on Hellicarrier..
Fury hammered the comm switch and went live to every world leader on the secure channel. His voice was flat and hard.
"You want to nuke Manhattan?" he asked. "You drop those weapons and you kill millions of people, and you destroy any chance of fighting back. Think about what you're asking."
There was a long, stunned silence. Then responses flooded in—angry, panicked, terrified leaders demanding the city be cleared. Fury didn't waver.
"We have teams on the ground," he said. "The Avengers are engaging. We've got Hulk, Thor, Stark, Banner, Romanoff, Barton, Rogers — and Morrow. They're fighting it out down there. Do you honestly think a single bomb will fix this? You'll wipe out your own people and hand victory to whoever's behind this."
A nervous voice from the council cut in: "Director Fury, with respect—our priority is to stop the spread. If the portal can't be closed, we have to contain the outbreak."
Fury leaned toward the mic. "Listen to me. You don't have to trust me. Trust what you can see: our people are holding. They are not some uncoordinated force. We have heavy hitters and a plan. Give us time to execute it."
Another leader, voice tight, asked, "How much time?"
Fury didn't hesitate. "Five hours. You give us five hours. If in five hours the portal is still open and the alien forces have not been pushed back, you make your move. But if you pull the trigger now, there won't be anyone left to save."
There were angry protests, then more measured arguments. Someone mentioned logistics, someone mentioned civilian evacuation. Fury kept the line, his tone unyielding.
Finally, after tense minutes, the council relented—reluctantly. They set a hard deadline: five hours. If the Avengers failed by then, they would authorize extreme measures.
The connection cut. For a moment the control room was very quiet.
Fury closed his fist around the handset and then looked up at the main screen showing New York. "Five hours," he said to the room. "Use them well."
The skies of Manhattan burned crimson and gold as the battle raged. Alien ships streaked overhead, plasma bolts screaming through the air, and the Avengers were scattered across the battlefield—each locked in their own war.
Captain America fought in the heart of Times Square, his shield flashing in the light of explosions. But this time, he wasn't alone. Behind him shimmered his Demonic Armor Familiar—Aegis—a towering spectral knight of obsidian steel and burning crimson eyes. Every swing of Steve's shield was echoed by Aegis's massive blade, their movements perfectly synchronized.
A Chitauri lunged with a plasma spear—Steve blocked the blow, Aegis followed through, cleaving the alien in half with one ghostly slash. Together they moved like two halves of one being, unstoppable, righteous fury made flesh and spirit.
Across the rooftops, Natasha danced through chaos. Her familiar—a sleek Black Demon Spider with glowing violet markings—moved alongside her, hissing as it shot web after web of toxin-laced silk. Natasha vaulted off a burning car, landed in a roll, and fired a pair of venom-coated bullets that tore through three aliens at once. Her spider screeched and wrapped another in webbing before injecting it with paralytic venom.
"Keep up, sweetheart," Natasha muttered with a smirk. The spider hissed approvingly and leapt away to strike another wave.
High above the city, Clint Barton had taken to the skies—his Demonic Falcon Familiar spread its massive black wings, glowing with runes of wind and fire. Clint rode its back like a phantom archer of the apocalypse. Every arrow he fired burst into glowing magic circles midair, transforming into storms of energy bolts that tore through entire formations of Chitauri flyers.
"Call this my personal airstrike," Clint grinned as he nocked another arrow, his falcon shrieking with supernatural fury. "Stay out of my sky!"
On the ground, Hulk was an unstoppable force—green muscle and fury against endless waves of aliens. Each punch shattered streets and sent shockwaves echoing through the air. "PUNY ARMY!" he roared, smashing one Leviathan into a skyscraper and ripping out a piece of its armor to use as a club.
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