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Berlin. Abandoned industrial warehouse.
Steve Rogers's face was carved from stone after hearing Bucky's account of the five other Winter Soldiers frozen in a Siberian HYDRA bunker.
"Zemo wants an army." Steve's fists clenched. "If those soldiers wake up, he could topple a nation overnight."
"We have to get to Siberia," Sam said. "But our gear's confiscated, the Quinjet is locked down by Ross, and we're outnumbered."
"I'll find a way to borrow the gear back." Steve looked at Jake. "But we need bodies. Clint says he owes me — he's already heading to get Wanda."
"Clint can't beat Vision." Jake leaned against a rusted railing and shook his head. "Mind Stone. Vibranium body. Phasing. Clint going alone is a suicide run."
"Then what?" Sam frowned. "We're six thousand kilometers from New York."
"Distance isn't a problem for me."
Jake walked to the warehouse's broken window. The Atlantic wind carried the smell of salt and diesel.
"You handle the gear. Then get to Leipzig Airport and pick up the guy who shrinks."
He raised his wrist and dialed to the red manta-ray icon.
"I'll get Wanda. See you in thirty minutes."
SNAP!
Red light. A sleek alien — red body, yellow horns, green eyes, built for supersonic atmospheric flight — materialized where Jake had been standing.
Jetray.
SWOOOOSH—!!!
A white sonic-boom cone exploded through the warehouse, shattering every remaining window. By the time Sam blinked, the red figure was a dot on the Atlantic horizon.
"Whoa..." Sam swallowed. "I need to get gear like that."
Upstate New York. New Avengers Compound.
Wanda sat in her room, staring at the woods through the window. Confined. Protected. Imprisoned, depending on who you asked.
A crash outside. Then explosions — Clint's diversion.
"Stay here." Vision, who'd been cooking, phased through the wall to investigate.
Clint blew the window and dropped in. "Hey — want to take a trip? It's a bit far."
"Clint!" Wanda's face lit up.
They made it to the lawn before a golden beam carved a trench in front of them. Vision descended, Mind Stone glowing.
"Clint. You shouldn't have come."
"Sorry — I owe the kid a favor." Clint pulled his batons and charged.
It lasted four seconds. Vision increased his density to diamond-hardness, shattered both batons, and had Clint in a chokehold before the pieces hit the ground.
"Give up." Vision looked at Wanda. "For your safety — go back inside."
"Let him GO!" Red energy flared in Wanda's hands — but she hesitated. Vision was her friend.
Then—
"Interrupting family drama is rude, but hey, Red Potato Head — picking on the regular guy seems a little beneath you."
A red meteor tore through the clouds, hit the lawn at supersonic speed, and cratered the grass in a thirty-foot radius.
Jetray dissolved in green light. Jake stood in the impact crater, dusting off his jacket.
"Omni?" Vision released Clint, recalculating. "According to my data, you should be in a Berlin holding cell. Reaching New York in twenty minutes is—"
"Don't use your Earth processor to calculate my speed."
Jake cracked his neck and pressed the Omnitrix. "I'm taking Wanda. Step aside — or I take you apart."
"For collective security, I cannot yield." Vision rose, phasing, the Mind Stone charging. "You cannot take her."
"Phasing? What a coincidence."
Jake slammed the dial.
Gray mist. Cold. A single purple eye floating in tattered wrappings.
Ghostfreak.
"Try this."
Ghostfreak vanished — not invisibility, not camouflage, but a complete phase-shift into the dimensional gaps between physical matter. Vision activated thermal scanning, infrared, electromagnetic — every sensor in his synthetic body.
Nothing.
Then a spectral claw reached out from inside Vision's chest.
"ARGH—!" Vision's voice distorted with electronic pain.
"What's wrong?" Ghostfreak's raspy whisper echoed directly within Vision's processors. "Your phasing works by altering density. I exist in the cracks between dimensions. Your vibranium body is air to me."
Vision maxed his density — diamond, tungsten, beyond — trying to force out the intruder. But Ghostfreak's Ectonurite biology interfered with his core programming at the system level, scrambling processes from the inside.
"WANDA! NOW!" Ghostfreak shouted from within Vision's body. "Push him down! If we don't bury him deep, he'll fly out before we clear the parking lot!"
Wanda looked at Vision — writhing, in pain, her friend — and something broke in her expression. But she chose.
"I'm sorry."
BOOM!!!
Chaos Magic hit Vision like a divine hammer. Combined with Ghostfreak's internal sabotage, the force drove Vision straight down — through the lawn, through the foundation, through bedrock — burying him hundreds of meters deep.
Ghostfreak floated out of the hole and detransformed. Jake grabbed the stunned Hawkeye and Wanda by their arms.
"Let's move. Jetray only carries one, so Clint — you're flying the helicopter. We need to hustle."
Meanwhile. Queens, New York.
"Peter Parker."
Tony Stark sat on a worn-out sofa in a cramped apartment, looking at the flustered teenager across from him.
"If you want to upgrade your spider-vigilante career — come to Germany. There's a job."
"Germany? But I have homework..." Peter held a piece of walnut loaf, completely overwhelmed.
"Forget homework." Tony's expression went serious. "The people we're dealing with are dangerous. Especially the one called Omni."
"I know him!" Peter's eyes went wide. "He ate a bomb in Vienna! Is he an alien?"
"He's... trouble." Tony paused. "If you encounter him — do not engage in close combat. He has a giant red form with four arms that can crush you like a grape, and a ghost form that will haunt your nightmares for a year. Your job is distance. Webs. Stick him down. Got it?"
"Got it! Distance, webs, stick!" Peter saluted.
Leipzig-Halle Airport. Parking garage.
Scott Lang climbed out of a white van, rubbing his eyes, still half-asleep from the transatlantic flight.
He saw Captain America and his brain short-circuited.
"It's such an honor, Captain!" He shook Steve's hand with the vigor of a fan meeting a rock star, pumping so enthusiastically that Steve looked mildly alarmed.
Then Scott spotted Jake, who was eating a German bratwurst nearby.
"Hey! I know you too!" Scott pointed. "You're the guy who... destroys the world if he doesn't get fed?"
"That's a rumor." Jake rolled his eyes. "I only occasionally eat bombs as a snack."
"Cool!" Scott's face lit up. "I can grow big too! We should talk about the parallax issues with size-changing — the inner-ear equilibrium problems, the square-cube law implications—"
"Great academic topic." Jake swallowed the last bite of bratwurst. "But save it."
The airport PA crackled: Emergency evacuation in progress. All personnel proceed to nearest exit.
In the distance — the unmistakable whine of Iron Man's repulsors.
"Tony's here."
Jake wiped his hands. His eyes went sharp.
"Scott — you'll get your chance to go big. But first—"
"Ready to make a scene?" Steve picked up his shield.
"As long as it doesn't dock my parole." Scott pressed his helmet.
"As long as I don't have to pay for the airport." Jake turned the dial.
The airport battle — the most legendary confrontation of the Civil War — was about to begin.
[Mission initiated: Airport Engagement.]
[Special challenge: Defeat Spider-Man, Vision, and War Machine simultaneously.]
[Reward preview: Unlock Omnitrix Ultimate Form — Ultimate Spidermonkey.]
[All combatants assembled. Commence.]
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