"Motherf—!"
Nick Fury slammed his fist onto the table. "Who the hell is he?! What does he think he's doing—putting on a show?!"
"Sir," a S.H.I.E.L.D. analyst adjusted his glasses, voice steady but tense, "whoever he is, he's powerful. Extremely powerful. And… you should look at the public response."
On the corner of the screen, live broadcasts from every major network filled the display.
"—We're seeing something unbelievable! This mysterious superhuman has just obliterated that monster!"
"Who is he?! Is he Superman? But there's no 'S' on his chest!"
"Mom! It's Superman! It's really Superman!"
The roar of the crowd came through the speakers so clearly it felt like the helicarrier itself was shaking.
Ding! Popularity +501
Ding! Popularity +442
Ding! Popularity +641
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Current Popularity: 150,124
Popularity Level Up!
Strength Increased! Heat Vision Output Increased!
Stiles felt the surge of power flood through his body—hot, intoxicating, overwhelming. It felt so good he almost groaned.
The battle raged on.
With Stiles—the off-brand Superman—entering the fight, the Chitauri invasion force was being crushed flat.
A red-and-blue streak tore across the battlefield, carving through the sky.
This wasn't just combat.
This was a performance.
Every punch landed with maximum flair.
Every burst of heat vision sliced with surgical precision.
Every rescue happened at the most dramatic, heart-stopping moment.
A city bus packed with office workers was about to be crushed beneath a collapsing building.
Flash.
Stiles appeared atop the bus and caught the falling concrete slab with one hand.
BOOOOM!!!
"Oh my God…"
Passengers stared up through the shattered glass, frozen in disbelief.
The man above them looked like a god descended from the skies—stars-and-stripes cape billowing, muscles carved from myth.
Stiles even had time to wink at a stunned child inside the bus.
"Whoa…"
"He saved us!!"
"Superman! It's Superman!!"
"I'm posting this on Facebook RIGHT NOW!"
The crowd erupted.
Phones. Cameras. Live streams. Every lens locked onto him.
"Yes… that's it…"
Stiles drank it all in greedily.
Look at me. Worship me.
Ding! Popularity +550
Ding! Popularity +601
Ding! Popularity +666
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Current Popularity: 170,124
Another massive surge.
With a casual flick, he hurled the concrete slab into a Chitauri squad, then flew off gracefully—already searching for his next "angle."
At this point, he was an elegant butcher.
Sometimes heat vision, clean and clinical.
Sometimes raw power and speed, tearing enemies apart before they could even react.
He even had the leisure to drop in front of Black Widow as she was being overwhelmed.
"Ma'am," he said with a perfect smile, landing smoothly, "need a hand?"
Red light flashed.
Every Chitauri soldier in front of her was sliced apart.
Natasha tightened her grip on her weapon, eyes sharp. "Thanks. But you're standing a little too close."
"My pleasure."
Stiles winked—with his left eye—then launched skyward.
"…Asshole," she muttered.
Still, she couldn't deny it—he'd saved her.
"That cape guy's really hogging the spotlight," Clint remarked from a rooftop, loosing an explosive arrow that wiped out three enemies.
"He might hit harder than Thor," Natasha said coolly, mid-fight.
"He's dangerous," Steve replied through the comms, voice heavy. "And unknown. We'll need to talk to him. But for now—anyone helping is a friend."
"Let's deal with Thor's drama-queen brother first," Tony cut in. "I'm almost at Stark Tower. Loki's there."
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High above, Loki stood on a Chitauri skimmer, scepter in hand, savoring the chaos he'd orchestrated.
"Target acquired," Clint murmured—and fired.
Loki caught the arrow without even looking, sneering.
"…?"
BOOOOM!!!
The explosion sent him flying in a humiliating arc—
straight through the windows of Stark Tower.
Stiles watched with interest and followed.
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Stark Tower – Interior
Loki staggered to his feet, dust-covered and furious.
Then he saw him.
The man in the star-spangled cape, floating there, grinning at him.
"…You," Loki snarled, clutching his head. His Asgardian pride burned.
"Enough!" Loki roared. "Who do you think you are?! I am a god! You ignorant, primitive creature—!"
"You dare insult me! I will not be humiliated by a—"
He never finished.
Stiles vanished.
Loki's pupils shrank.
Too fast—!
The next second, Stiles was in front of him, one hand clamped around his throat, lifting him off the ground.
"What did you just say?" Stiles asked, smiling coldly.
"You—dare—!" Loki choked, face flushing purple.
Stiles's smile widened.
He hurled Loki upward—then reappeared above him in a blur, both boots slamming down in a war stomp.
BOOOOM!!!
The marble floor cratered, cracking outward in a massive, human-shaped impact.
Before Loki could even gasp, Stiles grabbed his ankle and spun him like a flail.
Loki's body became a blur, smashing into pillars, walls, ceilings—
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!
Steel twisted. Concrete shattered. The tower groaned.
Loki's helmet flew off somewhere. Foam bubbled from his mouth. His eyes rolled.
"You said you were… what?"
CRASH!!
Stiles slammed Loki's head into an alloy support pillar, denting it deeply.
"A… god?"
BOOOOM!!!
He hurled Loki into the steel framework of a glass wall—shattering the entire façade.
Finally, Stiles stopped.
He held the half-dead god like a trash bag, rolled his wrist, and smiled warmly—heroically.
"One last move."
He leapt upward, smashing through the ceiling, flipped mid-air, grabbed Loki by both arms—
—and PILEDRIVED HIM STRAIGHT DOWN.
KRAAASH!!!
Silence.
Loki's upper body was completely embedded in the concrete floor.
Only his legs stuck out—twitching weakly.
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Iron Man landed.
Captain America and Black Widow burst out of the elevator.
All three froze.
Natasha: "…Did he… plant Loki into the ground?"
Tony opened his helmet. "Okay. I gotta admit. That was… kind of awesome."
—
"LOKI!"
Thor crashed down in a thunderous landing.
He stared at his brother—only legs visible.
His face turned red as he raised Mjolnir and pointed it at Stiles.
"You mortal!" Thor roared. "How dare you—how dare you—"
He stalled.
Because technically… his brother had invaded Earth.
"…How dare you humiliate my brother!"
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