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Above the battle in the skies, Storm and Thor converged on the mothership. Ororo's eyes glowed pure white. Winds howled around her body. She could feel the atmospheric pressure, the electromagnetic fields, even the very weather responding to her will.
Lightning danced between her fingers. She reached out, not to create the storm but to guide and shape it.
Thor spun Mjolnir. His own lightning crackled. He looked at Storm with something like respect. "Your powers are impressive, weather witch. I can feel the storm answering your call."
"I call the lightning," Ororo said. Her voice echoed with power. "But you... it's yours to command."
Their lightning met in the air between them. Blue-white energy from Thor's hammer, silver-white from Storm's hands. The two streams intertwined, amplified each other.
"FOR ASGARD!" Thor roared.
"FOR MOTHER EARTH!" Storm answered.
The combined lightning lanced upward. The air itself ionized in its wake. It struck the mothership's shields. Energy cascaded across the alien vessel's hull, overloading defensive systems. For a moment, it looked like they'd break through.
"Again!" Thor commanded.
They struck together. They poured everything into the assault. The mothership's shield crackled under the onslaught, barely maintaining cohesion.
But it still held.
Meanwhile, Human Torch and Cyclops positioned themselves on opposite sides of the alien vessel. Johnny's flames burned hotter than they ever had. His body became a miniature star. Scott's optic blast charged to maximum output. The red energy barely contained behind his visor.
The rest of the heroes provided cover fire. They kept the Chitauri forces away from their heavy hitters.
Human Torch saw the attack had minimal effect. He shouted at Scott, "Hey, Laser eye! Give it more raw power!"
"Yeah, you want it raw, tough guy! Then take it raw!" Scott roared.
He threw away his visor. Pure concussive force erupted. A beam of red energy tore through the air itself.
Both beams struck the mothership simultaneously.
The shields flickered violently. Sections failed, creating gaps in the coverage. The combined assault punched through weakened points, scorching the hull beneath.
But the shields regenerated. They closed the gaps. Even after all this, the mothership remained operational.
"Dammit!" Johnny's flames flickered. Exhaustion crept in. "What's this thing made of?!"
Then Domino appeared. She walked through the chaos like she was on a Sunday stroll. She pulled out her Colt revolver, loading it with exaggerated care. Behind her, Ben Grimm followed, carrying Alicia Masters in his rocky arms.
"Alright, enough showing off!" Ben called out. "Get to it with your fancy luck!"
Alicia, nestled safely in Ben's protective embrace, laughed. "Aww honey, are you still jealous of Domino?"
"I ain't jealous!"
Domino ignored them both. Her expression went focused. She could feel probability itself in millions of threads. Most led to failure. But there, in the chaos, was one golden thread.
One impossible shot.
She activated the tachyon field on her bullet. The bullet began to glow faintly with silver energy.
Domino raised her pistol. She aimed ninety degrees straight up into the sky and fired.
The bullet left the barrel at supersonic speeds. It curved impossibly in mid-flight. A Chitauri chariot exploded three blocks away. Debris flew in just the right pattern to create an updraft.
The bullet rode the currents. It threaded between vehicles, guided by pure luck. It passed through the gap created by a Leviathan's death throes.
And entered the mothership through the exact weak point in the shields that Cyclops and Human Torch had created.
The tachyon-charged bullet tore through internal bulkheads. It struck the reactor core.
The reactor was already stressed from maintaining the shields under assault. It couldn't handle the critical damage.
The explosion started small. A pinprick of light in the reactor chamber. Then it expanded, consuming the core, spreading to auxiliary systems, racing through the ship faster than sound.
Scott's continued optic blast punched through exactly where the shields had just failed. Johnny's flames, still at supernova levels, poured through the same gap. Thor's lightning, amplified by Storm's power, struck from above.
Three massive energy attacks. Hitting simultaneously from different vectors. All targeting the same structurally compromised section of hull.
The mothership's destruction was absolute.
It resulted not only in a normal explosion but annihilation and pure destruction that dwarfed nuclear weapons. A detonation that should have vaporized half of Manhattan. Created an electromagnetic pulse that would knock out power for the entire eastern seaboard. Generated enough radiation to make the city uninhabitable for decades.
But Jay had prepared for that, too.
'SNAP'
Even exhausted, with cracks spider-webbing across his body, Jay's reality manipulation wrapped around the explosion. The blast expanded, hit an invisible bubble, and stopped. All that destructive force directed inward and contained. It consumed the mothership from within but went no further.
The alien vessel tore itself apart. Every Chitauri soldier, connected to the mothership's hivemind, felt their command structure die.
All across Manhattan, in the middle of firefights, evacuations and desperate last stands, Chitauri soldiers simply stopped.
The creatures just stood there. Weapons lowering. Eyes going dark. Like puppets with their strings cut. Some remained standing, frozen mid-motion. Others collapsed, their autonomous functions insufficient to maintain balance without the hivemind's guidance.
The Leviathans fell from the sky. Some hit buildings, their momentum carrying them through weakened structures. Others fell into the Hudson River, creating massive splashes. The massive creatures thrashed once, twice, then went still.
The sudden silence was deafening.
Heroes who'd been fighting for their lives suddenly had nothing to fight. NYPD officers lowered their weapons, staring at aliens who'd become statues. Civilians peeking from shelter entrances saw the invasion force simply... stop.
"Did we win?" someone asked. The question rippled outward, whispered in a dozen languages.
Luke Cage stared at the frozen Chitauri soldier three feet in front of him. His fist was still raised mid-punch. "No way. There's no way it's over."
"It's over," Jessica Jones said beside him. "We actually survived this."
"Survived?" Danny Rand dropped to his knees. His chi was completely depleted.
Above Stark Tower, the mothership's burning wreckage had begun to rain down. Massive chunks of alien metal, still burning, fell toward the city.
"INCOMING!" Tony yelled. "JARVIS, we can't let those hit civilian areas!"
[Calculating, sir. Multiple impacts predicted across lower Manhattan. Estimated casualties in the thousands even with evacuation protocols.]
The Avengers scattered. Each took positions to intercept or deflect what they could.
But there was too much. Too many pieces. Falling too fast.
Then Storm raised her hands to the sky.
"NOT TODAY!"
Winds howled to life. Hurricane-force gusts directed upward. Each piece of debris, each burning chunk of alien technology, caught in carefully controlled updrafts. Storm's face twisted with effort. Sweat poured down her temples. But she held the winds steady.
The debris slowed. Suspended in mid-air. The winds wanted to spiral out of control, to become a true hurricane that would devastate the city as surely as the debris. She held them.
Then Storm directed the winds toward the Hudson River. Dozens of massive chunks redirected, guided, sent splashing harmlessly into the water instead of crashing into buildings.
The mothership's central hull, the largest piece, would have crushed half of Lower Manhattan. Storm caught it. The sheer mass made her cry out. It was like trying to hold up a mountain with her bare hands.
She pushed it toward the river with every ounce of power she had. The central hull moved. Inch by inch. Foot by foot. Toward the river.
The impact created a tsunami. Water displaced violently. A wall of liquid rising fifty feet high, racing toward the shore where thousands of people had just emerged from shelters.
"NO!" Storm's eyes blazed brighter. Blood ran from her nose, her ears. "I said NOT TODAY!"
She pulled the water back. Winds reversing their direction. The tsunami paused, wavered, then crashed back on itself.
The competing forces created chaos in the river. Waves smashing together. But no water reached the shore.
The wall of liquid dissipated into harmless spray. Mist rose to create a rainbow over Manhattan.
Ororo collapsed. Wolverine caught her before she hit the rooftop.
"Show off," Logan muttered, but he was grinning.
"Someone had to save the city," Storm whispered. "Might as well be me."
"You did good, darlin'. You did real good."
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Stark Tower - Rooftop
Jay stood on the rooftop. Reality bent around him. His power pulsed from his body. No longer the brilliant cascade from before. Now it just flickered.
Cracks spider-webbed across his torso. Invisible under his pristine white suit but spreading with every heartbeat. This wasn't just surface damage. His cells were dying faster than Darwin's adaptation could replace them. His breathing was labored. His hands shook violently.
But he stood tall.
He used the same quantum broadcast network Loki had used.
Every civilization with the technology to receive it would hear this message. Would see what happened here today.
Jay's image appeared on every screen, every holographic display, every communication device capable of receiving a signal across the cosmos.
"To all those who have been watching," Jay's voice carried absolute authority despite his masked exhaustion. "Witness the might of Earth and its heroes."
The broadcast split-screened. It showed highlights of the battle. Captain America leading the charge. Iron Man and War Machine tearing through Chitauri forces. The Hulk and Wolverine dismembering Black Dwarf. Storm and Thor calling down the heavens. The Heroes for Hire defending civilians. Spider-Man saving hundreds. Luke Cage standing immovable. The X-Men coordinating evacuations. Thousands of newly awakened heroes fighting for their home.
"To all the empires planning to invade, or harboring ill wishes toward Earth, take our display as warning." Jay's expression hardened. "We are not helpless. We are not weak. We are protected."
He pulled the Mind Stone and Space Stone from his pocket. He held them up for the cameras. Both gems glowed. One yellow, another blue.
"And to the Mad Titan..." Jay's smile was sharp and cold. "You sent your errand boy with borrowed toys. But he failed. Your quest ends here. Earth is no longer a source of stones for your collection. It's the graveyard where your ambitions die."
The threat was explicit. Earth had drawn a line in the cosmic sand. It dared Thanos to cross it.
Jay's broadcast continued. He turned toward Loki, who lay bruised and barely conscious on the rooftop. The God of Mischief's armor was shattered. His face was swollen. One eye completely destroyed by Clint's arrow. Blood caked on his pale skin.
Jay walked toward him. Each step was deliberate. The cracks in his body widened with the movement, but he kept his expression calm.
"And to Odin..." Jay's voice dropped. "The so-called Allfather who couldn't control his own bastard. Some father you are."
In Asgard, in the golden throne room, Odin stood watching through Heimdall's sight. His remaining eye narrowed. Beside him, Frigga gasped.
"He dares..." one of the Warriors Three started.
"Silence," Odin commanded.
Jay snapped his fingers one more time.
'SNAP'
Loki's form shimmered. The transformation was violent. Reality rewrote itself around the god, forcing three-dimensional matter into two dimensions.
Loki screamed. The sound cut off mid-breath as his vocal cords became conceptual rather than physical. His body compressed, flattened, reduced to length and width without height.
The process took three seconds. When it finished, Jay held a playing card.
On the card's surface, Loki's image moved. The god pounded against invisible barriers. His mouth opened in silent screams that no one could hear.
The card showed his face. Contorted in rage and terror. His one remaining eye wide. His mouth forming words that would never be heard. Trapped in a plane of existence where sound didn't exist.
Jay held the card up to the cameras. "Your son dared to threaten Earth's peace and flaunted his rights as your prince. So he'll be in humanity's custody." Jay's expression was hard. "If you want his freedom, get your ass off your throne and pay the appropriate price."
The threat was clear. Try to take him by force, and we'll destroy the card. Your son will cease to exist.
Jay was not done; he still had a final message for the Cosmos as the Broadcast channels closed.
"O' Universe tremble, for Mother Earth has birthed an unforgiving force. And it looks upon you Wanting."
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