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"Avengers," Jay said, and his voice carried the weight of inevitability.
The Avengers felt it before they saw it.
A warmth spreading through their bodies, but not like Jay's healing aura. This was deeper and more fundamental. Like reality itself was reaching into them and saying "No, you're not broken. You never were."
Tony's arc reactor surged to one hundred percent, then kept climbing. The power output spiked beyond what should be possible. His armor's damage unmade itself as if it simply ceased to have ever been damaged.
The Mark VII materialized around him, replacing the dying Mark L. It was sleeker and more powerful. Technology that shouldn't exist yet, pulled from a future that might never happen.
"JARVIS, what..." Tony's voice carried genuine shock.
[Sir, I... I don't have an explanation. Our systems show no record of the damage we sustained. Not only that, this armor has no record in my memory. But I have memory logs showing it did. Both states are simultaneously true. This is... this is simply impossible, sir.]
Steve's broken arm didn't just heal. The concept of it being broken was simply erased. One moment it hung useless, shattered bones grinding, the next it was whole. His shield's hairline fractures vanished. The vibranium gleamed pristine, as if septre's attack had never landed.
Natasha gasped as her ribs reset themselves and her concussion cleared as if she'd never been hit. The internal bleeding stopped, blood reabsorbing into healthy tissue. She stood straight, and the pain was just... gone.
Her torn suit dissolved, replaced by something new. Black with gold highlights. And on each wrist, golden spider-bites hummed with contained energy.
"What the hell are these?"
[Enhanced Spider Bites, Agent Romanoff,] JARVIS supplied helpfully through her comms. [Electrical discharge weapons with advanced taser technology. Approximately fifty thousand volts per discharge. I have no record of their construction, but I know exactly how they function.]
Thor felt his exhaustion lift. But more than that, his divine power surged back, fresh and vital. He'd been running on empty, fighting with nothing but will and determination. Now his reserves were full again, his lightning crackling around Mjolnir with renewed strength.
"By the Norns..." Thor's eyes glowed briefly. "My power returns as if I'd rested for days. This mortal commands time itself?"
Banner, still Hulk, roared as the exhaustion that had been creeping in, slowing his movements, was gone.
The jade giant grinned, all teeth and savage joy. "HULK READY TO SMASH AGAIN!"
They were not only restored but upgraded.
Loki stared, his theatrical confidence cracking further. "That's... that's not possible. Temporal manipulation requires the Time Stone. You don't have the Time Stone!"
"Don't need it." Jay's power pulsed again, crackling across his skin like living lightning and the crack in Jay's temple widened further, spreading like frost across glass. Reality bent around him, visible as distortions in the air. "When you can just tell reality what happened, stones are optional."
His vision blurred for a moment, and the world tilted. He steadied himself, taking a breath.
Not much left. Maybe one more push, two if he was lucky.
But enough for what came next.
Jay's power exploded outward again. Not just covering the rooftop, but spreading across Manhattan. Across the entire city. Through every street, every building, every shelter where heroes fought and bled.
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âFinancial District - Baxter Building Entrance
Frank Castle's mech-suit sparked, systems failing after twenty minutes of holding the line. Out of missiles, low on ammo and power core redlining.
"Come on," Frank growled through gritted teeth. "Just need to hold for a few more minutes. Five more..."
Then light washed over him, and the mech-suit exploded outward.
Metal erupted, grew, expanded impossibly large. The compact battle suit transformed into something magnificent.
A Gundam.
Sixty feet tall. Black and white armor with a skull symbol on the chest. Beam sabers at its hips, mega beam cannons on its shoulders and a shield the size of a city bus locked into place on the left arm.
Frank stood in the cockpit, surrounded by holographic displays as weapon systems came online one after another.
He didn't question it. Didn't even waste time wondering.
As a soldier, he knew you don't question the weapon. You use it.
Frank's hands found the controls, and the Gundam responded.
"Alright, you bluebleeders. Round two!" Frank said quietly.
The mega beam cannons fired. Twin lances of golden energy carved through a Leviathan. The Gundam's foot came down, crushing a squadron of Chitauri chariots beneath tons of metal.
Frank's voice was cold fury. "THIS IS THE PUNISHMENT YOU GET FOR THREATENING MY CITY!"
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âMidtown
Peter Parker crouched behind wreckage; Harry's torn jacket wrapped around his face. His body screamed and was injured with three broken ribs at least, a dislocated shoulder and could barely see straight from the concussion.
But he kept fighting. Because what else could he do?
A Chitauri soldier rounded the corner. Peter tried to punch it, but his arm didn't respond as he saw the alien closing in, and he thought, 'If only I had a kiting option.'
Light washed over him, and his injuries vanished. The broken ribs ceased to be broken. As the concussion unwrote itself and his shoulder popped back into place.
And finally, his clothes changed.
The torn jacket and makeshift mask dissolved. In their place, a suit materialized. It was Red and blue, sleek and form-fitting with a spider symbol across the chest. Lenses that adjusted to his vision, suddenly giving him enhanced sight as HUD displays flickered to life in his peripheral vision.
And brand new web shooters appeared on his wrists.
"What the..." Peter looked down at himself. "Is this... am I wearing...?"
[Welcome, Peter Parker,] a voice said in his ear. [I am FRIDAY. Your personal AI assistant. Would you like a tutorial on your suit's capabilities?]
"I have an AI?!"
[Yes. You also have approximately thirty seconds before the Chitauri soldier recovers and shoots you. Might I suggest webbing it to the wall?]
Peter's hands moved on instinct. Web fluid shot out, electric variant, catching the alien and pinning it. The soldier convulsed as fifty thousand volts ran through it.
"Holy crap. Holy crap holy crap holy CRAP!"
[Your emotional response is noted. However, there are civilians trapped in the building to your left. Would you like assistance plotting an optimal rescue route?]
Peter's spider-sense pinged.
"Yeah, let's save people."
He launched himself into the air, web-lines singing. The new suit moved with him, enhancing his strength, his speed, his reflexes. Everything he'd been struggling with for suddenly felt natural.
Peter Parker stopped being a scared kid in a torn jacket.
He became Spider-Man.
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