Naturally, Loki wouldn't go into battle unprepared.
First, he needed to shake the enemy's morale—turn them against each other.
Second, he had to use the Mind Stone within his scepter to pinpoint the location of the S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier base.
And finally, he would send the mind-controlled Hawkeye to sabotage the ship by destroying one of its turbines, forcing Banner to lose control, transforming into the Hulk, and turning the floating base into a war zone.
In other words: destroy the Avengers before they could truly unite.
And it worked.
*Boom boom boom!*
A series of powerful explosions rocked the base.
In a flash, one of the massive turbines was obliterated. Half the Helicarrier trembled under the force, and the shockwave slammed into the lab where the Avengers had been arguing just moments earlier.
Everyone was blown off their feet.
Fortunately, no one sustained life-threatening injuries—only cuts and bruises. Natasha's leg, however, was trapped under debris.
The bright laboratory went dark. Emergency red lights flickered through the smoke, casting everything in a grim hue.
"Put on the suit!" Steve shouted, looking at Tony as they scrambled to their feet.
Ironically, the last time Steve said that, he was picking a fight with Tony. Now, he meant it literally.
"I'm on it," Tony said, already bolting for his Mark VI armor station.
Elsewhere, chaos had erupted.
Next to Natasha, Banner lay on the ground, breathing heavily, his face contorted as he fought to maintain control. His muscles twitched, his eyes wide with panic.
"Bruce?" Natasha said urgently, trying to stay calm despite the weight on her leg. "You need to hold on. Don't let Loki win. We'll get through this—together."
But her words came too late.
Bruce's grip on his emotions snapped. The stress, the attack, the danger—it all overwhelmed him.
"Rrghh…"
His breathing turned into growls. His skin began to flush green, his frame expanding.
"RRRAAAGHHH!"
With an explosive roar, Banner transformed into the Hulk.
Natasha's eyes widened. She yanked her leg free and ran.
The ensuing battle was short but devastating. In less than thirty minutes, Tony managed to stabilize the damaged turbine, saving the Helicarrier from plummeting out of the sky.
But the cost was high.
Banner and Thor were missing—both thrown from the Helicarrier mid-battle.
Loki had escaped.
And Phil Coulson—Nick's most loyal agent—was dead, murdered by Loki's scepter. A blade of pure energy driven straight through the heart.
Still, even in his final moments, Coulson clung to purpose.
"If they don't have something to fight for, they'll never be a team," he said with his last breath.
Coulson's death hit everyone hard.
To Tony, Steve, and Natasha, he wasn't just a handler. He was the quiet glue behind the scenes, the man who organized the mission, made the calls, kept the Avengers moving forward. His absence was felt immediately—sharper than they expected.
Compared to Fury, Coulson felt more human. Approachable.
He was one of them.
And now he was gone.
As news of Coulson's death spread, and with the Tesseract missing and the Helicarrier heavily damaged, a heavy silence fell over the remaining Avengers.
In the command center, the mood was grim.
"We're flying blind," Fury said, standing before the circular conference table.
"Comms are down. The Cube's location is unknown. Banner and Thor are missing. And Loki, who we captured at a cost of three billion dollars… escaped."
Fury's tone was cold, his jaw clenched. He was angry—and more than a little defeated.
"We gambled everything on him—and look what it cost."
The memory of Thor's earlier warning rang in his mind.
'Fury… sometimes you need to let go of your need for control. Some people are simply beyond it.'
Fury sighed, his back straight, but his eyes tired. That 'Bounty Hunter'—Blaine—had probably seen this coming.
"I didn't just lose my best man today. Maybe I lost the mission, too."
He turned toward Tony and Steve, both deep in thought.
"You know what this was really about?" Fury asked. "The Avengers Initiative. A risky idea from the beginning. I didn't bet on the Tesseract. I bet on them."
"The idea was to bring together a group of remarkable people, see if they could become something more. See if they could work together when we needed them to… to fight the battles we never could."
He glanced down at Coulson's bloodied Captain America trading cards, now stained with reality.
"Phil believed in heroes. Right up until the end."
Tony clenched his jaw and stood up without a word, striding out of the room.
Fury watched him go, his expression unreadable.
"Yeah…" he muttered, hands behind his back. "It's probably a corny idea."
Now, the Avengers had two choices.
They could fall apart—drift away, lose faith, and watch Earth fall to Loki and the Chitauri.
Or they could rise—be broken, reforged in fire, and come together for the fight ahead.
Rebirth always begins with loss.
This entire sequence had played out so quickly, even Blaine hadn't seen it coming.
Not that he would've intervened even if he had.
After all, this—this was necessary.
He might've even smirked to himself watching it unfold.
Fury really got burned this time.
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