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The force of VirusGoblin's presence crashed over the assembled heroes like a tidal force. The air vibrated, heat rippling above the Queensboro Bridge. A low hum, a chorus of distorted data, filled the void left behind by the normal sounds of the city, stifling hope.
Peter's mask couldn't hide the wideness of his eyes, the almost palpable tremor in his stance. He stood, poised on the balls of his feet, ready to spring, but the sheer size and density of the threat seemed to compress him. A raw, primal fear gripped him, a sense of being utterly outmatched. He glanced at Gwen, his expression a silent question. A question asking, "Can we win?"
Gwen squeezed her hand, her own features resolute. Kyubimon, wreathed in mystic flames, stood protectively in front of her. Though the Digimon's icy blue eyes betrayed a flicker of concern, her stance was firm, her tails swaying with a controlled power. She whispered a silent prayer.
Greymon, usually so eager for battle, lowered his head, a plume of smoke escaping his nostrils. Even Garurumon, the lone wolf, growled low in his throat, his hackles raised. The display of power rattled them. These rookies hadn't faced anything on this scale.
MailBirdramon, a machine of calculated efficiency, shifted its weight uneasily, its metallic feathers rustling in the sudden stillness. Even Ballistamon, who was generally unconcerned, stood with his horn lowered.
A collective steeling of resolve washed over the unlikely alliance. There was awe, yes, and fear, undeniably. But beneath it all burned a fierce determination. They would not back down. Not now. Not ever. Whatever nightmare now stood before them, they would face it. The fate of the city. The fate of the world. May depend on it. They would make a stand.
"Alright, people," Spider-Man called, his voice tight but laced with a familiar, desperate energy, "Let's not make him feel too welcome!"
And with that, the world exploded into motion.
Spider-Man launched himself forward, a red and blue blur against the backdrop of the bridge. Webs shot from his wrists, a chaotic net designed to ensnare and disorient. He swung wildly, his acrobatic prowess a stark contrast to the brute force of their enemy.
THWIP!
Kyubimon, responding to Gwen's unspoken command, unleashed a torrent of Onibidama. Azure flames, burning with mystical energy, streaked toward VirusGoblin. Each orb a miniature sun, promising searing heat and spiritual annihilation.
FWOOSH!
Greymon roared, channeling raw power into a Nova Blast. An incinerating wave of superheated plasma erupted from his maw, painting the night sky orange. Simultaneously, Garurumon howled, expelling a freezing stream of Fox Fire. Blue flames met orange, a clash of opposing forces in the heart of the battle.
ROAR!WHOOSH!
From above, MailBirdramon descended, a mechanical harbinger of aerial destruction. Plasma Cannons fired in quick succession, each blast a concentrated pulse of energy meant to pierce the VirusGoblin's armor.
KRA-KOW!
Not to be outdone, Ballistamon charged his horn with seismic force. He aimed and unleashed a devastating blast of low frequency sound, Heavy Speaker. The sonic attack cracked the roadway and shook the bridge, hoping to shatter VirusGoblin's focus.
BOOM!
VirusGoblin simply laughed.
A guttural, echoing sound that resonated with corruption. He stood at the epicenter of their assault, almost bored. A wave of green energy erupted from him, scattering the attacks like dust in the wind.
He swatted away Kyubimon's flames with a casual flick of his wrist. A contemptuous smile twisting his features. He then absorbed Garurumon's Fox Fire into his form. And he deflected MailBirdramon's plasma with a flick of his gauntlet. All without moving from his spot. It was almost effortless.
"Is that all you've got?" VirusGoblin roared, his voice laced with mockery.
Scene 3
The momentum shifted.
Spider-Man, trying to web up VirusGoblin's legs, found his usually resilient webbing dissolving on contact with the villain's strange, oily skin. A backhand sent the wall-crawler crashing into a girder. The impact reverberated through the metal structure.
CRANG!
Kyubimon, attempting a close-range attack, was met with a blast of concentrated Goblin energy. The mystical flames surrounding her flickered and died, leaving her vulnerable. She was hurled back toward Gwen, and they tumbled to the ground.
THUD!
Greymon, charging forward for a head-on collision, was suddenly ensnared by tendrils of twisted metal that sprung from VirusGoblin's armor. The metal tightened around him, constricting his powerful form. The dinosaur Digimon roared in protest as he was hoisted into the air, helpless.
SCREEE!
Garurumon, attempting to flank the VirusGoblin, was struck by a series of pumpkin bombs that detonated with shocking force. He flew across the roadway, his usually pristine fur singed and blackened.
KABOOM!
MailBirdramon, attempting a bombing run, was intercepted by a swarm of razor-sharp batarangs that tore through its wings, sending the mechanical bird spiraling downward, out of control.
SHWING!
Ballistamon, attempting another sonic blast, found his horn seized in VirusGoblin's grip. With terrifying ease, the villain snapped the horn, leaving the Machine Digimon stunned and helpless. The sound of snapping metal and pained roar echoed.
CRACK!
"You cannot stop what is coming," VirusGoblin hissed. He raised his hands, and green energy gathered around him. The energy intensifies into a vortex. He now radiates a terrifying display of force. "You are all too weak!"
Seeing the carnage, Beetlemon knew he had to intervene. He surged forward, electricity crackling, ready to unleash a Thunder Fist.
Jokermon materialized directly in his path.
"Oh, no, no, no, dear Cipher," Jokermon said, his voice dripping with false concern, "This simply won't do. This is a family affair, wouldn't you agree? Some things, you just can't help with."
Beetlemon snarled.
"Get out of my way, Jokermon!" he bellowed, sparks dancing around his gauntlets. "This is going too far!"
Jokermon simply chuckled, tilting his head.
"But where's the fun in that, my dear boy?" he said, producing his scythe with a flourish. "Sometimes, you need to let things play out, let the drama unfold. Just a little tragedy, a little sacrifice for the greater good, you know?"
He lashed out with the scythe, a blur of polished steel that deflected Beetlemon's charging attack with a jarring clang. Angewomon and LadyDevimon moved to flank the jester, but he winked. He tossed a handful of playing cards that exploded into puffs of smoke and disorienting illusions, briefly obscuring their vision.
Beetlemon roared, slamming his fists together to unleash a Thunder Fist. The attack vaporized the smoke, but Jokermon was gone, reappearing behind the hero. The villain spun his scythe in a wide arc. It was a clear message: Stay out of this.
Spider-Man, recovering from the prior blow, assessed the situation with grim efficiency. VirusGoblin was too strong, too durable, and his attacks too unpredictable. A direct assault was suicide. He needed to buy time, create an opening.
"Fall back!" he shouted, webbing a nearby street light to swing toward VirusGoblin. The intent was to distract.
Greymon, still struggling against his restraints, unleashed a desperate Nova Blast. VirusGoblin, turning his attention from Spider-Man, absorbed most of the blast with his armored form, leaving Greymon exhausted. The metal bands tightened further, threatening to crush the Digimon's windpipe. Garurumon, recovering from the pumpkin bomb strike, unleashed a long burst of blue fire, Fox Fire, to blind VirusGoblin, hoping to create an opening for a coordinated attack.
VirusGoblin, however, simply laughed. The Green Fire seared his vision momentarily, but he was unaffected. With a gesture, the twisted metal binding Greymon launched toward Garurumon. The constraints wrap around his legs and haul Garurumon towards Greymon.
Kyubimon, seeing the opportunity, charged mystical power. The plan was to unleash Onibidama at close range, hoping to exploit a weakness in VirusGoblin's armor. As Kyubimon launched her attack, VirusGoblin released a concussive burst of green energy, a tactic known as Goblin Fire. It was designed to disrupt magical attacks. The blast intercepted the Onibidama, causing a chaotic explosion that threw Kyubimon and Gwen back.
MailBirdramon swooped in, its metal wings slicing through the air, seeking to exploit VirusGoblin's distraction. Its Plasma Cannon prepared to unleash a high-energy blast into the enemy's back. VirusGoblin sensed the incoming attack and with unnatural speed and agility, grabbed Greymon, swinging the restrained Dinosaur Digimon as a shield. The Plasma Cannon struck Greymon, adding to his torment.
Ballistamon, despite his broken horn, charged with reckless abandon. Heavy Speaker still had enough force to disrupt. VirusGoblin responded to the sonic assault with a concentrated blast of chaotic energy, targeting Ballistamon's legs. The intent was to cripple. The Heavy Speaker attack wavered and died, and Ballistamon stumbled, his legs buckling beneath him.
Despair settled as VirusGoblin loomed, a symbol of unstoppable doom. Just when all felt lost, a new sound sliced through the air. A high-pitched whine growing into a deafening roar.
WHUMP—WHUMP—WHUMP!
From the east, a sleek, dark shape cut across the sky. A SHIELD Quinjet. Its engines screaming, it positioned itself above the bridge, its advanced weaponry zeroing in on VirusGoblin.
Without a word of warning, the Quinjet unleashed hell.
KRAK-A-THOOM!
Gatling guns blazed, spitting streams of superheated plasma that streaked the air with sapphire trails. Each pulse a searing lance of energy impacting against VirusGoblin's twisted form. The monster lurched, a surprised grunt escaping his lips as bits of his corrupted armor chipped away.
ZZZSHHHH!
A volley of missiles followed, each leaving behind a trail of iridescent smoke. They arced through the air, seeking their mark with lethal precision. Upon impact, they unleashed a cascade of electromagnetic energy. A blinding flash that washed over the bridge, followed by a deafening report. The air crackled with ozone as VirusGoblin recoiled, the tendrils constricting Greymon loosening slightly.
KABOOM!KABOOM!KABOOM!
From within the Quinjet, Coulson barked orders. He gripped his comm, his face grim. "All units, maximum fire! Target that… thing! Do not let it advance!"
The Quinjet danced in the sky, a ballet of lethal grace, as it weaved and turned to bring its weapons to bear. Energy cannons charged, bathing the bridge in an eerie green light before unleashing a torrent of focused energy. The directed beams slammed into VirusGoblin's chest, carving glowing paths across his hide. The air thrummed with intensity.
Amid the Quinjet's aerial assault, two figures detached from the craft, descending with practiced grace.
Black Widow, clad in a sleek black catsuit, landed silently, her red hair a vibrant contrast against the dark attire. The outfit emphasized her athletic build, while an array of pouches and holsters hinted at the lethal arsenal she carried. Her expression was cool, calculating, as she scanned the battlefield.
Beside her, Hawkeye touched down with equal precision. He nocked an arrow into his custom bow. A quiver filled with specialized arrows rested on his back. Hawkeye took a knee, and surveyed the scene with steely blue eyes.
Peter, still reeling from the near-defeat, stared at the pair with disbelief.
Who are these guys?
His senses tingled with an odd mix of danger and something else… purpose? They moved with a confidence that spoke of experience, a silent understanding of the chaos around them. He had never seen anyone like them before. Not even close.
Black Widow straightened. Hawkeye rose to his feet.
They were ready.
"Well, that was a show," Hawkeye stated with a wry grin, "Now it's time to get to work."
Black Widow simply nodded. She cracked her knuckles, and looked at VirusGoblin. There was a look of malice in her eyes.
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