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Wakanda.
The sky tore in half.
One side: a pale blue ocean of thunder summoned by Stormbreaker — divine lightning, condensed through a weapon forged in a dying star. The other: a torrent of brilliant white energy from Feedback — Thor's own power absorbed, compressed, and amplified through Conductoid biology to levels the God of Thunder couldn't reach alone.
Two forces capable of cracking a planet's surface spiraled together and struck Thanos's barrier head-on.
"ROAR!!!"
Thanos screamed — not a battle cry, but the sound of something breaking. The Gauntlet trembled on his fist. Power Stone and Space Stone blazed at maximum, straining to hold a defensive line against an attack that didn't care about limits.
But Stormbreaker was a King's Weapon — forged by Eitri specifically to counter the Infinity Gauntlet.
And Feedback was a species designed to absorb the Big Bang.
Combined, they exceeded the defensive capacity of four Stones.
CRACK!
The purple barrier shattered like glass.
The thunder-torrent hit Thanos with nothing between them.
PFFT!!
Golden armor vaporized. Purple skin charred and split. Purple blood sprayed skyward like a fountain.
The Mad Titan — the being who'd shrugged off nuclear blasts and Cosmic Rays — was launched like a baseball into the mountains. He crashed through Wakanda's vibranium veins, carved a kilometers-long scorched trench through the earth, and slammed into a river hard enough to throw a hundred-meter water column.
Silence.
Only the crackle of residual electricity in the air.
"Huff... huff..."
Thor hovered, panting, Stormbreaker crackling in his grip. A look of satisfaction — deep, primal, earned — lit his single eye.
"How does it feel?"
Jake detransformed and landed beside him. Drained but grinning.
"Great." Thor showed every tooth. "Even better than pummeling Hulk in the arena."
(In the distance, the unconscious Hulk grunted with displeasure, as if sensing the disrespect on some cellular level.)
"Don't celebrate yet." Jake clapped Thor's shoulder, expression sharpening. "That guy's tougher than a cockroach."
The river boiled.
A purple figure rose — unsteady, broken, but standing.
Thanos was a ruin. His left arm was functional only because the Gauntlet held it together. A deep, cauterized wound from Stormbreaker crossed his chest. Purple blood soaked every surface.
But he was alive.
"You..."
Hoarse. Weak. And beneath the weakness — the fury of something cornered that refused to accept it.
He looked at Jake and Thor. Then at the Mind Stone box, still intact, still out of reach.
He'd lost.
Army — liquefied. Flagship — bisected. Black Order — dead. Body — broken. And the two Stones he'd come for remained in enemy hands.
"I underestimated you."
His left hand trembled upward.
"He's RUNNING!" Thor raised Stormbreaker. "Same move — AIM FOR THE HEAD!!"
"WAIT! Don't throw—!"
Too late.
Thor's eyes were red. The axe launched — a spinning streak of lightning aimed at Thanos's skull.
VROOM—!!
Thanos didn't block.
The Reality Stone blazed.
The landscape warped — river and jungle replaced by phantom mist. Stormbreaker plunged into the distortion and passed through an afterimage of Thanos, embedding itself in the cliff behind.
"An illusion?!" Thor shouted.
"Reality alteration." Jake clenched his jaw. "He rewrote the reality of 'being hit.'"
The mist cleared. Thanos's form remained — but translucent, ethereal. A Space Stone portal opened behind him.
"Earthlings."
Through the closing gate, Thanos fixed Jake with a stare that carried something new. Not contempt. Not indifference. Wariness.
"Power is not eternal in this universe. Only will."
"I will collect the last two Stones. The next time we meet..."
He looked at his shattered body.
"...will be your doomsday."
VROOM!
Blue light. Gone.
"DAMMIT!!"
Thor recalled Stormbreaker and swung at empty air. "He got away AGAIN!"
"Stop."
Jake stood beside the God of Thunder and looked at the empty, cratered, burning, victorious battlefield.
"We kept the Stones. We kept Vision. We kept everyone."
He turned.
The Avengers were rising — battered, bleeding, supporting each other. Steve. Tony. T'Challa. Wanda. Bucky. Sam. Rhodes. Peter. Banner. Vision. Valkyrie. Thor.
Alive. All of them.
No Snap.
No ash.
No half the universe ceasing to exist.
"We won." Jake's voice carried across the field. "It's temporary. But we kicked the Purple Sweet Potato Spirit's ass!"
Cheers. First scattered — then deafening. Wakandan warriors struck their shields. Avengers clasped arms. The sound built until it shook the cratered earth.
This wasn't just a battle won. It was a destiny broken. The original story's despair — the Snap, the dust, the five years of grief — erased by preparation, teamwork, and a teenager with a watch who refused to let it happen.
Jake checked the Omnitrix. The Emotion Points from this battle were astronomical.
His lips curved.
"Since he's going to lick his wounds and hunt Stones — it's time for our next move."
"Gwen."
"I'm here."
"Get ready."
Jake looked at the stars. In the direction Thanos had fled.
"Target: Titan."
"Before he heals — we raid his home base."
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