100/100 Power Stones
THE ONE-PIECE IS REAL!!!! 🎇🎇🎇
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Natasha Romanov huffed tiredly as she ran towards another alien, her legs propelling her upwards and over the foreign entity. With her left hand and arm she grasped its head and used her momentum to pull it down onto the ground. A perfect roll later and she emptied two bullets into the grey alien's forehead and neck, her red hair billowing around her as she picked up one of their plasma rifles and proceeded to fire several shots into the chariots above. A fireball followed two successive hits, the chariots splintering into hundreds of metallic shards.
"Why does this remind me of Budapest?" She levelled the plasma rifle down the road at another alien that was attempting to sneak up on her, its brain matter quickly flowing into the freshly created divots in the road.
"You and I have very different memories of Budapest..." Clint's voice sounded in her earpiece as an arrow struck at a chariot above her, the driver vaporising in half before the chariot itself slammed into an empty car to her right.
"It's the same, if you take away the aliens and the fact that it is New York." The man scoffed in response before he started calling troop positions, locations and concentrations to Thor and Drecarios.
With the small pause in combat she steadied her breath before rushing off towards a school bus that she had heard screams from. She shot a few other aliens as they tried to intercept her or reach the bus before her. Luckily when she reached the bus it was untouched for the most part and the only alien in sight had ten different bullet wounds in its skull.
"Come on people, let's get you out of the bus and into the subway." Several children peaked their heads out from the windows and from around the side of chairs, a singular kid that looked no more than twelve carrying a revolver covered in human blood. Natasha took a second to assess what had happened, her gaze quickly picking out the slumped figure of the bus driver and his holster. The kid had taken out the gun and killed the alien.
"Okay, is everybody okay? Not hurt?" All the kids shook their heads, a few calling out that they were fine. The kid who had shot the alien was staring at his own hands in fear, there was little time for her to address his PTSD however so she began guiding them out of the bus.
She tapped her earpiece. "Rogers, Drecarios, I have a school bus worth of kids that need protection..." Her teeth clenched as a jolt of pain rushed through her foot, the unfortunate side-effect of rolling an ankle whilst leaping over several cars in an effort to dodge plasma.
"I'll be there momentarily, cap out." Shoulders sagging in relief Natasha quickly ushered the children away from the bus and towards the side of the street. A small taco-store made perfect cover as they waited for Captain America to come help the kids.
"I have visual on a bike-rider making his way into your zone Drecarios." Clint's voice echoed over the ear-piece as she took pot-shots with her plasma rifle, killing a few chariots as they screamed past.
"Don't worry about him, I believe it may be Banner..." The comms glitched for a few moments before Nat flinched and swung her rifle towards Rogers who had just walked up beside her.
"I've got them Nat, if you could go further down the street I believe I saw several adults huddled in a side alley." Natasha nodded whilst lowering her rifle, softly directing the kids towards Rogers a few seconds later.
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I watched Bruce swerve in-between two cars as I launched several cement shards up into a squadron of chariots. The man who could become the hulk was sweating lightly and watching the chariots explode above him, my attack taking out 90% of the chariots in that squad.
"Banner, we're going to need you to get a bit angry..." The man grimaced as he stopped the motorcycle next to me. He shook his head and grit his teeth, the words he had wanted to say being pushed back in preference for immediate support.
"I'm always angry." He couldn't help himself, I chuckled.
"Well, be angry at those aliens then... They've been causing quite a problem for us since I can only travel at human speeds." Bruce nodded before his body began distending, morphing and discolouring into a vibrant green monster. I could feel my own giddiness stir inside my heart as I watched one of my favourite Marvel Characters emerge before me. The Hulk was massive, even more so than depicted in the movies and in particular, this Hulk looked positively pissed.
*RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH*
The Hulk finished his roar and then launched into the sky, body slamming into several chariots before gripping into the side of a skyscraper and bitch slapping several aliens until they were nothing but mulch. I grinned before redirecting my focus at one of the massive alien troop carriers, the flying snake shattering the top of building a couple streets down. The Hulk had token off in the opposite direction unfortunately, thus it was left to me.
"Let's see how you handle hundreds of Tesseract-powered weapons, shall we?" My fingers twitched as the heat and sunlight around me was consumed. Like a ravenous maw reality gulped down the energy as if starving. The air grew thicker and heavier in nano-seconds as matter was created from pure energy, then shaped into pre-ordered structures that were an exact replica of numerous Tesseract firearms recovered by Shield and discovered by me using Technopathy.
Two seconds after my intentions were set, the air was now filled with hundreds of very powerful weapons. Licking my lips my right hand twitched again, as if I were pulling the trigger to a normal firearm. What followed was extraordinarily bright...
Hundreds of continuously streaming lances of energy perforated and punctured the air leaving cyan light impressions in their wake. Dull rhythmic explosions rocked the exterior plating of the serpent, a deep screech of pain booming across the city. The being's pain was ignored by yours truly however, the stream of energy-blasts continuing until the eyes, teeth, mouth and innards of the behemoth was but a steaming pile of blood splatters and roasted meat draping over the side of the very skyscraper it had been attempting to collapse.
"Ha-Hahahahahahahaha!" I laughed like a madman as I turned the guns in the air upwards, all of their barrels pointing towards the mouth of the portal. "Have a taste of your own medicine!" Another twitch of my hands and the blasts started once more, the stream bursting through chariots as if they were made of butter.
Several hundred craft were incinerated on emergence whilst the other troop carriers recoiled and shrieked in torturous agony. Bursts of lightning followed my slough of energy, Thor breaking down the leviathans as my firepower shredded the incoming soldiers.
"Elsa, bringing the party to you." Tony's words broke me from my slightly maniacal moment, my gaze and the guns turning around to face the incoming hoard of chariots and alien soldiers. At their forefront Tony's suit ducked and weaved mid-air, dodging plasma discharges from the chariots' frontal weapons.
"On my mark, drop to the street." The suit nodded as I created several hundred more firearms, the extras forming light-machine guns and even more MKII Tesseract weapons.
"Mark." I said softly into my ear-piece. Tony's suit dropped from the sky as the majority of his thrusters shut off, his body slipping below the tide of aliens before he re-ignited them and landed on the street several hundred metres away.
It was a shooting range and the aliens were the poor, poor, targets. A continuous stream of bullets and plasma slammed into the front ranks of the alien swarm. Over one hundred aliens died in the first second, their mounts and forms falling backwards into their allies. From the first wave of death a second soon followed as the next volley carved into flesh, bone and metal. Their corpses splattered into the third wave of aliens which quickly followed the first and second alien ranks. Less than a minute later the four hundred aliens that had decided to chase Tony had been reduced to a pile of simmering flesh and melted metal remnants.
"Whoa...!" A small girl that I had failed to see before exclaimed loudly. I whipped my head around to her and watched as she looked up towards me with pure adoration and hero-worship. Internally I grimaced at the expression, externally I smiled towards her and quickly approached, crouching down.
"Hello. Do you know where your mommy or daddy is?" She blushed furiously, the girl being no older than nine.
"T-they were trapped in a- a building... I-" She started crying as she remembered what had happened to her parents. "I came to get- help..." I blinked a few times as she dropped her head, beginning to sob openly.
Pulling her chin up with one of my fingers I gave her a reassuring grin. "Don't worry, I'll go help your mommy and daddy..." I paused, not knowing her name.
"Emily... My name, is Emily..." My smile widened.
"Okay Emily, let's go help your mommy and daddy." She grabbed my hand and guided me towards a completely collapsed office building, groans and screams dully vibrating the rubble and debris.
"Hmmm, Emily, I'm going to need you to stand back 'kay?" She nodded emphatically, standing next to a half shredded bus-stop. Looking away from her I reassessed the rubble before me. Gulping I spread my senses into the wreckage and began breaking down the rubble as a whole into base components, shifting the dust-like detritus to the side so I could repair the building later.
Beads of sweat collected on my brow as I wove down through deep recesses and crevices in the building, several living people being revealed to the world as I continued. The vague presence of Tony made it into my mind's eye as he rushed forwards and began talking over the comm-link, no doubt calling for Police and Ambulance support. It was five minutes later that all the rubble was turned into pure carbon and other components, several dozen office-workers groaning in pain or completely unconscious from their wounds.
"Huuu..." I took a breath and turned towards the little girl. She was smiling at me as if I were her hero, her puffy little cheeks tinged red as tears softly leaked from her eyes.
'It's not so bad to be a hero...' The thought made me internally chuckle.
Two adults who were barely injured rushed over to their little girl, scooping Emily into a massive hug whilst thanking me profusely. I shrugged off their thanks and quickly stepped past them, summoning the firearms once more as another wave of chariots rounded the corner.
'Rest is for the wicked, as they say!' Hundreds of blasts melted the enemy before I was swept up into combat once more, Tony and the small police presence directing the injured away.
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The Top of Stark Tower
"Your magical knowledge is pathetic, almost as pathetic as your mental fortitude." Alt-Loki goaded his counterpart, his large spear-like stave parrying another swipe that would have likely gouged his eyes out.
"SILENCE!" Alt-Loki scoffed at the maddened version of himself that flailed around like some adolescent Bilgesnipe. Even with the smallest of efforts he could backhand this fool. How Thor ever felt threatened or was even tricked by him was a question for the sagas and histories.
"Couldn't make me silent if you tried." Alt-Loki yawned and backhanded another swipe away from his ribs, taking his own stave and cutting the Achilles-heel of his opponent.
A frustrated cry was silenced before it could be made as Alt-Loki punched the other in the face, drawing blood from his nose and mouth as this universe's version of Loki accidently bit down on his own tongue.
"Tsk, I knew it may not be as simple as that..." Alt-Loki jumped backwards as a thrusting stab of his opponents spear narrowly missed. A click resounded from his mouth as he watched illusionary copies of this version of himself surround him and all shout out as if they were attacking.
Narrowing his eyes he pulled on his inner magic, bending it into the universal Seidr that was projected from the Yggdrasil of this universe. The air thrummed with vibrational energy, the space between spaces quaking at the mere utterance of being manipulated in such a fundamental way.
With a simple clap of his hands the illusions were dispersed and scattered to the four winds, the kneeling figure of his opponent now clearly visible to anyone who could be looking in his direction. "That was cute. Did mother teach you how to clean your teeth as well? Or perhaps, did you forget every single lesson that she taught and perhaps surrendered to laziness or Thor's brutish methods?" A growl escaped the other Loki's lips as he checked for dirt under his nails.
"THE SAME MOTHER THAT FAILED TO TELL ME OF MY OWN PARENTAGE!?" Alt-Loki rolled his eyes before staring the other one down, his own magic blaring in anger and rage. It was hard to hold himself back, even with the knowledge that his counterpart was thoroughly charmed by that bastard of a Titan.
"Cease your whining, cur. You mimic the cries of a babe that has been away from his mothers teat for but a second. Your complaints are but a momentary flash of sadness amidst the endless suffering of an entire universe's maladies." The other Loki was frothing at the mouth but lacked the physical energy to even attempt to punch or attack me. It was another problem of his laxidazical magical control. Perhaps it was a side-effect of his mind control? The question went unanswered for now, however, as the little shit decided to throw a simple dagger at his face.
"SHUT UP... he's right... NO!!!" Two voices seemed to fight one another as Alt-Loki created a small shield between him and the dagger, the metallic twang of the contact carrying through the room and shattering several glasses as the magical resonance skipped about the bar.
"Another hit should do it!" Alt-Loki tensed all of his muscles and then relaxed them, his internal magic contacting the universal Seidr of Yggdrasil to conjure something nearly as thick as his opponent... An anvil. "Hopefully you'll be much better conversation when you awake."
Weight collected and amassed instantly above the currently kneeling Loki before it coalesced into a standard Asgardian anvil that was commonly used to curl horseshoes and create normal mortal weaponry. It was a dull-iron colour and rather skinny in comparison to most Midgardian anvils. This innocuous device or tool then suddenly succumb to gravity, plummeting through the air with a whistle until it collided with the sweat-coated onyx hair of the maddened god. An ungodly cracking sound followed the collision between cranium and smithy tool, the god's eyes rolling into the back of his skull with a dazed expression sliding onto his face.
Alt-Loki pet his hands together, wiping them off on his thighs before smiling deviously. "Now it's time for the real fun to begin... I wonder how he'll be tortured by his brother if he were found with a phallus upon his face at the end of this?" A chuckle reverberated malevolently around Stark's penthouse as he leaned over the unconscious form of his alternate self.
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