More than a hundred kilometers away from the target town, two armored figures hovered midair, gazing into the horizon.
What lay before them was nothing short of apocalyptic.
The sky roared with thunder—lightning coiled and screamed like living serpents, tearing across the heavens. Below, the earth burned. Towering pillars of fire surged upward, as if trying to rip the sky itself apart.
"I suddenly feel like your armor might not be enough for this," Peter remarked.
With a burst of speed, he surged ahead of Tony. At this point, he didn't need directions anymore.
That… was the destination.
"I was just thinking the same thing," Tony shot back immediately. "But from the way you're saying it, sounds like you think you can handle this?"
"Tony," Peter replied calmly, "you should learn to be self-aware."
In an instant, the mechanical wings mounted on his back flared to full power. A surge of kinetic force blasted him forward like a missile.
Tony's flight relied on repulsor propulsion—thrusters in his palms and feet.
But those weren't originally designed purely for flight. Combined with the armor's non-aerodynamic structure, even with stabilizing flaps, Tony's maximum speed had a clear ceiling.
Peter, on the other hand, was different.
His flight system was built entirely around dedicated winged propulsion. The engines were optimized for aerial movement, while the wings themselves functioned like those of a jet—reducing drag and improving efficiency.
The difference was night and day.
And that wasn't even factoring in their physical conditions.
For fighter jets, the limiting factor is rarely the machine—it's the pilot.
Acceleration alone can create a massive gap in performance.
Tony, whose physical condition didn't even match that of a trained athlete—let alone a seasoned pilot—was incomparable to Peter, whose enhanced physique could endure forces far beyond human limits.
In the blink of an eye, Peter vanished from Tony's sight.
He had been completely left behind.
"Damn it—J.A.R.V.I.S., reroute all power to propulsion. I'm catching up!"
"Sir," J.A.R.V.I.S. responded calmly, "I'm afraid your body may not withstand the strain."
Tony's heart condition made excessive acceleration dangerous. Pushing too hard could easily trigger severe complications.
"…Then forget it. Let's just fly there the normal way."
Pride wasn't worth dying for.
Tony made the sensible choice without hesitation.
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Meanwhile, Peter had already plunged headfirst into the storm.
Unlike Tony—who still thought this was just a standard rescue mission—Peter knew exactly what was happening here.
"Where are you, Point Break?" he muttered with a grin.
Yes—he was here for Thor.
Well… more specifically, for Thor's hammer.
Peter himself wasn't particularly interested in Thor as a person.
But Mjolnir?
That was a completely different story.
In Peter's estimation, that hammer contained a massive concentration of faith-based energy. On top of that, it carried divine power—making it a unique entity, something that could be classified as both a special soul and a high-level energy artifact.
Add to that its material composition—the core of a dying star—and Mjolnir's value was simply immeasurable.
Which meant…
If Peter could get his hands on it, he might be able to sacrifice it to the Infinite Multiverse Altar System.
That was his true objective.
And the very reason he had insisted on coming here the moment he heard about the incident in New Mexico—and Coulson's predicament.
"Where are you hiding…"
His Spider-Sense flared to its peak, guiding him through the chaotic battlefield. He weaved between arcs of lightning, dodging deadly currents as he sped through the storm.
But the scale of it exceeded even his expectations.
Nearly thirty seconds had passed since he entered, yet he still hadn't reached the storm's core.
Then—
His Spider-Sense screamed.
A blazing beam of fire tore through the sky, streaking past him like a divine judgment.
"…Found you."
Peter's lips curled into a sharp smile.
Locking onto the origin of the beam, his wings snapped shut—
BOOM!
A thunderous sonic explosion erupted midair as he transformed into a streak of light, diving straight toward the battlefield.
…
Below, the town had already been reduced to ruins.
Amid the shattered remains, a towering, powerfully built blond man roared in fury.
"LOKI!!"
Thor swung his silver hammer with overwhelming force, calling down endless lightning from the heavens. Thunder crashed, and bolts of divine electricity rained upon his enemy.
"Silence!"
A cold, arrogant voice echoed across dimensions.
"Before you stands the true King of Asgard!"
"You are nothing but a brainless brute—muscle without mind! You are unworthy of the throne!"
"Only I am destined to rule all realms!"
Standing upon the scorched earth was a massive suit of dark golden armor—the Destroyer.
Crimson light pulsed through the gaps in its plating. The devastating beam from earlier had come from its core.
At this very moment, it roared once more—
And far away, in a realm beyond dimensions, within the golden halls of Asgard, a man sat upon the throne.
Loki.
Wearing his signature horned helm, his expression twisted with fury as he stared into the void.
"Thor… submit to me."
"Or I will slaughter every human in Midgard. I will destroy everything you hold dear."
"Now—kneel!"
The Destroyer began to move.
Fueled by the eternal flames within, ancient runes carved into its body ignited one by one, unleashing a terrifying force of destruction.
Energy surged.
Expanded.
Devoured.
It was as if the armor itself would erase everything in its path—just as Loki had promised.
"Kill all humans on Earth?"
A voice suddenly cut through the chaos.
"Too bad…"
"I happen to be one of them."
A streak of blue light tore through space itself.
A blade—brilliant, radiant—pierced straight through the Destroyer's back… and erupted from its chest.
At the same moment—
A figure descended from the sky.
Wings spread wide, Peter crashed down with unstoppable force, his boots slamming onto the Destroyer's massive frame—
BOOM!!!
The impact shattered the armor instantly.
Fragments exploded outward as the once-invincible construct was crushed… torn apart beneath his feet.
The battlefield fell silent for a single, stunned heartbeat.
Spider-Man… had arrived.
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