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New York. The streets outside the Sanctum.
Dust whipped through the air, but it couldn't disperse the killing intent.
On one side: two alien invaders. Ebony Maw and Cull Obsidian.
On the other side: a lineup that would give any villain cardiac arrest on sight. Iron Man. Doctor Strange. Wong. Captain America. Winter Soldier. Falcon. Ant-Man. Scarlet Witch. Ghost-Spider. And the teenager with the watch who'd frozen Thanos's flagship twenty minutes ago.
This wasn't a battle. This was a beatdown.
"Well..." A crack appeared in Ebony Maw's composure. He took half a step back — the first involuntary retreat of his long, superior career. "Earth's hospitality is... rather enthusiastic."
"Since you're here," Jake said, "don't rush off."
"Cull Obsidian! KILL THEM ALL!"
Maw knew delay meant encirclement, and encirclement meant death. His hands swept upward — cars, streetlights, chunks of concrete ripped from the ground by telekinesis, forming a steel torrent aimed at the team.
Cull Obsidian roared and charged, chain-hammer swinging, three tons of alien muscle moving like a derailed freight train.
"That big one's mine!" Tony started forward—
A shadow blocked his view. A very large shadow.
"Sorry, Tony — I got this!"
Scott Lang hit his regulator. Twenty meters of Giant-Man materialized on the New York street, raised a foot the size of a delivery truck, and stomped.
BANG!!
Cull Obsidian didn't even get to swing. The kick launched him like a rubber ball — through one building, two buildings, three — and embedded him in the park grounds deep enough to need excavation.
"Whoa." Tony hovered, faceplate open. "Scott. You stole my moment."
"Hehe — Plumbers training pays off!" The giant scratched his head sheepishly.
On the other flank — Maw's telekinetic storm.
Cars and debris hurtled toward the team like a horizontal avalanche.
"Playing with telekinesis?"
Wanda's eyes blazed red — not the uncertain glow of a frightened girl, but the focused, controlled burn of a sorceress who'd spent months training at a lunar base with resources from a civilization five thousand years ahead of Earth.
She spread her hands. Red energy rippled outward.
BOOM!
Every flying object — cars, lampposts, concrete slabs — froze mid-air. Then pulverized. Crushed to powder like crackers in a fist.
"What—?!" Maw's face contorted. His telekinesis — feared across galaxies — crumbled before this red energy like a child's sandcastle against a wave.
"Your mental power is weak." Wanda's voice was cold. Her finger moved. Chaos Magic reversed, wrapping around Maw himself, lifting him off the ground.
The herald of Thanos hung in the air, limbs locked, completely at the mercy of a woman half his age.
"SPIDER-MAN IS HERE—!!"
A web-line caught a streetlight. Peter Parker — in the Iron Spider suit Tony had sent ahead — swung into the scene with maximum enthusiasm and minimum situational awareness.
He landed, looked around, and realized... there wasn't much left to do.
"Uh... Mr. Stark? And — is that Captain America? Oh my god, that's a wanted — no, I mean, that's Captain Steve! And is that—"
His eyes found the figure in white.
"Ghost-Spider?"
Gwen pulled back her hood. "Nice suit upgrade."
"Okay — reunions later."
Jake looked at Maw — suspended and helpless — and at Cull Obsidian crawling from the rubble, ready for round two.
"Everyone's shown off. My turn."
He turned the dial to an icon that radiated cold. Not temperature-cold. Wrong-cold.
"For someone who likes playing with minds — you need something more... unsettling."
Snap.
No explosive shockwave. Just a cold wind that made every hair on every arm stand up.
Jake vanished.
In his place: a floating specter. Single purple eye. Gray corpse-skin. Exposed ribs. Black patterns covering every surface. The thing that existed in the gaps between dimensions, the alien that even other aliens found disturbing.
Ghostfreak.
"Hehehe..."
The laugh came from everywhere and nowhere — a sound that bypassed ears and went straight to the primitive fear center of the brain.
"WHERE ARE YOU?!" Maw's telekinetic perception swept the area. Found nothing. Ghostfreak didn't exist on any frequency his senses could reach.
"I'm in your mind."
WHOOSH!
Gray smoke elongated into a tendril and drilled directly into Maw's chest.
"AAAAAGHH!!"
The scream was inhuman. Maw's body convulsed — something moving under his skin, writhing, taking control of every nerve pathway, every muscle fiber, every thought.
The screaming stopped.
Maw raised his head. His eyes had changed. The cunning intelligence was gone. In its place — a single, mischievous purple glow.
"Hmm... this body's a bit skinny. But the mental power is decent."
Maw — piloted by Jake — rolled his neck. That signature hoarse laugh came from Maw's throat in a way that was deeply, fundamentally wrong.
He turned to face Cull Obsidian, who'd just hauled himself out of the crater and was preparing to charge.
"Hey, big guy."
"Maw" raised one hand. Telekinesis — Maw's own telekinesis, wielded by a new driver — erupted at full power.
"Kneel."
BOOM!!
Cull Obsidian hit the asphalt so hard he sank into it. Pinned flat. Unable to twitch.
"EBONY MAW! HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?!"
"Not lost. Just... got a new driver."
"Maw" grinned — an expression Maw's face had never made and was never designed to make — and flicked a finger. A fire hydrant burst. High-pressure water, guided by telekinesis, became a whip.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
"That's for being ugly! That's for not brushing your teeth! That's for littering!"
The Avengers watched in collective silence.
"Uh..." Peter swallowed. "Mr. Stark? Is Mr. Rivers always this... special?"
"You'll get used to it." Tony shrugged. "He likes his pranks. But I'll admit — this one's satisfying."
After a thorough beating, Cull Obsidian was unconscious.
Gray smoke poured from Maw's body. Ghostfreak reformed in the air.
Ebony Maw collapsed — eyes rolled back, foaming, twitching. Ghostfreak's possession didn't just control the body; it inflicted psychological terror so severe that even an alien psychic couldn't process it.
Jake detransformed. Clapped his hands. Surveyed the wreckage — two of Thanos's elite, dismantled in under three minutes.
He turned to Strange and Wong, who hadn't needed to lift a finger.
"How's that, Doctor? Plumbers efficiency. No need to surrender the Time Stone. No need for a field trip to space."
Strange looked at the two fallen Black Order members. At the team that had materialized from quantum portals and swept the battlefield like it was a training exercise. He retracted his shield and exhaled slowly.
"So next..." Jake's gaze lifted. Past the buildings. Past the clouds. Past the atmosphere — to where Sanctuary II was approaching Earth.
The vanguard was down.
The real fight was coming.
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