Tony yanked the compact sensor from his pocket, his expression shifting in an instant, "The target is closing in on New York! Wait... it's headed straight for Baxter Tower!"
On the display, awash with incoming cosmic radiation data, a single red dot was racing toward the Baxter Building at terrifying speed.
The sensor was linked directly to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s satellite network. The moment that unknown visitor showed its face, they'd have real-time tracking.
"Already past Mach one. He's going after the sensor array!" Tony slapped his chest.
The arc reactor housing his nanotech suit pulsed once, and the nano-polymer material bloomed outward like vivid blood seeping through skin, rapidly encasing his entire body.
His thrusters ignited with a deafening roar, shattering the marble floor beneath him and drowning out the thumping club music.
He fired a repulsor blast upward, blowing a gaping hole straight through the nightclub's ceiling. Over his shoulder, he shouted, "Clean this up, Reed!"
...
Down below...
Mr. Fantastic, who had somehow progressed to explaining Schrödinger's cat to a rapt audience of scantily clad women, snapped back to full alertness.
His elastic body stretched and flattened, spinning into a wide, protective tarp that caught the cascade of falling debris before it could rain down on the panicking crowd.
"Looks like the party's just getting started!" Johnny announced, pulling away from a lingering kiss with a stunning brunette, "Best bachelor night ever!"
He erupted into a column of roaring flame and shot skyward through the fresh hole in the roof.
When there was a spectacle to be had, the Human Torch wasn't about to miss his entrance.
Sean, meanwhile, remained seated at the bar, utterly unruffled.
If the Herald of Galactus had truly come to Earth, then throwing every superhero on the planet at him wouldn't move the needle. And even, if by some miracle, they managed to defeat the Silver Surfer, standing right behind him was the Devourer of Worlds himself. A genuine cosmic deity.
"Five Infinity Stones against Galactus..." Sean murmured, taking a slow sip of his whiskey on the rocks, "I don't like those odds."
The ancient being who sustained himself by consuming planets, regarded across the cosmos as the ender of civilizations, was counted among the five primordial cosmic entities. True, his power fluctuated wildly depending on his hunger levels, leading to the occasional humiliating beatdown at the hands of Earth's heroes, but his fundamental might was beyond dispute.
"All I can do is watch and wait." Sean murmured, his face placid.
He was only one stone short from completing the Infinity Gauntlet and claiming his place as a true universal power. At that point, he'd have the standing to negotiate with Galactus as an equal.
For now, he'd observe and see what the Silver Surfer, one of the Heralds of Galactus, was really after.
He swirled the amber liquid in his glass, watched the last of the clubgoers scatter, and then knocked back the rest of his drink in one smooth motion...
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The thrusters on Tony's boots reconfigured mid-flight, the air around him shimmering with heat distortion...
*Boom!*
A sonic boom cracked through the dense atmosphere as he accelerated hard, reaching the top of Baxter Tower in under twenty seconds.
Inside the penthouse, a shrill electronic alarm wailed without pause. The computer linked to the sensor array pulsed with frantic red light, overwhelmed by the sheer volume of cosmic radiation flooding its circuits.
"He's here–!" Tony's words were barely out when a pinpoint of silver light expanded like rippling water and passed effortlessly through the reinforced glass.
A violent gust of wind erupted through the room like a miniature hurricane. Tony barely had time to register the flash of motion before an invisible force slammed into him, hurling him backward against the far wall.
"Friday! Get a visual!"
"Attempting... Mr. Stark... the electronic signal is–"
The intruder stood revealed: a powerfully built male figure, his entire body sheathed in flowing silver. He hovered in place atop a craft that resembled a surfboard.
With a dismissive wave of his hand, the Silver Surfer unleashed a wave of formless force. It rolled through the room like a violent magnetic storm, crackling static and showers of sparks. The computer monitor connected to the sensor array flickered once and went dark, reduced to a heap of fried circuitry.
Even Friday, Tony's ever-reliable AI assistant, was forcibly disconnected as the local electromagnetic spectrum dissolved into chaos.
Through the shattered window, Tony could see the entire street below plunging into darkness. The blackout rippled outward, swallowing block after block in its wake.
The Surfer said nothing. He simply cast a cold, dispassionate glance in Tony's direction. Then his silver form shimmered like liquid mercury and slipped back through the reinforced glass, vanishing into the night sky.
"Johnny, don't let him get away!"
The Human Torch touched down just as Tony shouted the order.
Johnny paused for half a beat, then flared brighter and hotter. He rocketed off in pursuit of the silver streak ahead, a long plume of fire trailing behind him.
Between the densely packed towers of Manhattan, two figures carved through the air; one silver, one flame, locked in a blistering chase.
*Boom!* *Boom!* *Boom!*
Sonic booms rolled like thunder across the skyline.
"This guy can move!" Johnny muttered, finally getting a clear look at the figure.
It was literally a silver surfer...
"Hey, pal! You from California or something?"
The silver figure ignored the taunt entirely.
He seemed to possess some form of intangibility. Riding that surfboard-like craft, he phased clean through one skyscraper after another. The air rippled like disturbed water around him, but the glass windows remained perfectly intact as his body passed through.
Johnny poured on more speed, refusing to be shaken. He fed every ounce of energy into his flames, the heat shimmer so intense ,it looked like the air itself might combust.
Ducking low, he narrowly avoided a head-on collision with a semi-truck, then hurled a fireball ahead, trying to force the Surfer to break off.
The searing projectile had barely left his hand when it detonated prematurely, scattering into a harmless cascade of embers against the night sky.
'He can manipulate energy?' The question flickered through Johnny's mind.
He banked sharply, threading the needle between two speeding cars, then burst past the flow of highway traffic. The two of them streaked onward like rival comets, racing from Manhattan all the way to Washington, D.C., the monuments and government buildings blurring beneath them.
"Time to wrap this up." Johnny's flames roared with renewed intensity, his temperature spiking as he surged forward.
A shockwave of superheated air buffeted outward. The Human Torch closed the gap in an instant. One more push and he'd cut the silver rider off–
But then, without warning, the Surfer spun around. A cold, silver hand closed around Johnny's throat with unerring precision.
The Herald's eyes held nothing but icy indifference.
The Torch's flames, which were hot enough to melt steel, seemed to cause him no discomfort whatsoever. The Surfer guided his board upward, ascending rapidly until they punched through the atmosphere and into the silent void of space.
"Alright... you win." In the vacuum, Johnny's fire guttered and died.
His vision filled with the curved blue sphere of Earth.
Oxygen deprivation set in. His breathing grew shallow, his consciousness fraying at the edges. It felt like drowning in slow motion.
The Silver Surfer studied the human in his grasp, his expression unchanging. Then, without a word, he simply released his grip.
Johnny began to fall.
'Every living thing on this world will soon serve as sustenance for the Great Lord,' the Silver Surfer thought, gazing down at the vibrant planet below.
He watched the tiny burning figure tumble back toward the atmosphere and felt nothing at all...