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.
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. The Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes image
Cap tightened the straps on his shield. "Avengers... Assemble." As the smoke cleared, the six of them
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. From the swirling rift above Stark Tower, a
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.
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.
He wasn't alone. A thunderous crack shook the air as a bolt of lightning arced from the heavens, grounding itself into the pavement. stood amidst the smoke, Mjolnir spinning so fast it was a silver halo. With a guttural roar, he launched the hammer, watching it shatter a dozen chariots in a single, impossible arc before returning to his hand.