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Chapter 83: Vows Under the Moonlight and the Countdown to the Endgame
Wakanda. Night.
The three-way battle had left a crater several kilometers wide in the grasslands. What had been jungle was now a vitrified wasteland — glass where soil should be, the residual warmth of nuclear energy still rising from the earth.
Inside the temporary camp, the mood was heavy.
"Who was that green-armored freak?"
Tony worked on his shattered nano-armor, frowning. "His technology gave me the specific, infuriating feeling of being outclassed by a higher dimension. Temporal Stripping? What even is that?"
"His name is Kang." Jake sat on a raw vibranium boulder, energy drink in hand, face pale. The Mini Sun had nearly killed him. "Time traveler from the 31st century. Or more accurately — a conqueror."
He looked at Strange. "You've seen fourteen million futures in the Time Stone. Never saw him?"
"Fourteen million, six hundred and five." Strange's expression was grave. "In every one, Thanos was the sole threat. Kang never appeared."
"Because I changed the timeline." Jake shrugged. "A butterfly flaps its wings and brings not just a storm, but predators watching from outside the timeline entirely."
Silence.
One Thanos was already an existential crisis. Now there was a time-jumping conqueror who could rewrite cause and effect.
"Don't lose heart."
Jake stood. Clapped his hands.
"Good news: Kang is arrogant. He came to evaluate, not engage. He won't interfere yet. Bad news: Thanos is furious. Next time, he won't come alone."
"He'll bring everything." Steve's voice was low and certain. "The real war has just begun."
"So rest while you can."
Jake walked out of the camp alone.
He stood at the crater's edge and looked up. The Moon — massive, bright, impossibly close. On its far side, the Watcher Station. His base. His foundation in this universe.
"What are you thinking about?"
Soft voice. Behind him.
Jake didn't turn, but a smile found his mouth. "I was thinking if you didn't come down soon, I'd have to fly up and get you."
A shimmer of blue spatial energy. Gwen stepped through — black-and-white suit, hood pulled back, short blonde hair catching the moonlight.
She didn't speak. She walked to his side. Sat down. Leaned her head against his shoulder.
"You scared me."
Her voice was barely above a whisper, carrying a tremor that had nothing to do with the cold. "When the sensors showed that Mini Sun detonating at your chest... my heart stopped."
"I knew what I was doing." Jake took her hand. Fingers interlocked. "I have a reason I have to survive."
"Oh?" She looked up. "Saving the world?"
"No."
He turned to face her.
"Saving the world is a side effect. Mostly... I still owe someone a proper date. In this universe full of aliens and Purple Sweet Potato Spirits, I haven't had the chance to take you out for a real dinner."
Gwen laughed — the quiet kind, with tears at the corners.
"Idiot."
She touched the scratch on his cheek — a souvenir from the Power Stone's shockwave.
"Jake. Promise me." Her expression went serious. "No matter how brutal the next fight is — don't try to be the hero alone. The Plumbers belong to all of us. It's not just your burden."
"I know."
His gaze deepened.
"But I have to win. For this universe. And to take you home to see your world again."
Under the moonlight, their shadows stretched long across the vitrified ground.
On the edge of a battlefield that still smelled like nuclear fire and death, this moment of quiet was the most precious thing either of them had.
Jake kissed her.
No earth-shattering vows. Just a simple promise between two people who'd fought across dimensions to be standing here together.
"I will win."
BEEP-BEEP-BEEP!
The Omnitrix shrieked. The moment shattered.
Wakanda's global monitoring system flashed red — top-level alert, every screen, every speaker.
"What's happening?" Gwen was in combat mode before the alarm finished its first cycle.
"OFFICER!" A technician's voice cracked through the comm. "Massive spatial jump signatures detected! Not one ship — it's — oh god — the entire edge of the solar system has lit up!"
Jake snapped upright. Looked at the sky.
The stars were disappearing.
Not setting. Not dimming. Being replaced. Hundreds of points of light that were too bright, too close, and growing — blotting out the constellations one by one.
Engine signatures.
Chitauri warships. Sakaaran mercenary fleets. Outrider motherships. And at their center — Sanctuary II, engines repaired, hull rebuilt, coming back for the rematch it had promised.
Thanos hadn't lied.
He wasn't just returning.
He'd brought the darkness of the entire universe.
"Looks like dinner will have to wait."
Jake took a breath. The tenderness left his eyes like a switch being thrown — replaced by a will to fight that burned brighter than anything the Omnitrix had ever produced.
He let go of Gwen's hand.
"Go back to the Moon. Activate the Plumbers' final defense protocol."
His voice carried the weight of everything they'd built.
"Bring out everything we've collected from across the multiverse. All of it."
"Yes!" Gwen didn't hesitate. She turned and stepped through a portal.
Jake faced the camp. The Avengers were already pouring out — awakened by alarms, suiting up, grabbing weapons, eyes finding the sky and understanding what it meant.
Jake's voice carried across all of Wakanda.
"EVERYONE!"
Every soldier. Every hero. Every warrior on the field heard it.
"The Endgame... has started early!"
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