In the New York City, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s superheroes were locked in fierce combat with the Kree soldiers.
Bright, colorful energy beams streaked across the battlefield like dazzling fireworks, painting the sky with an eerie beauty. But hidden within that beauty was pure devastation—each beam carried death.
The two Kree officers who had just arrived on Earth watched the chaotic scene with grim expressions.
They had assumed Earth was nothing more than a primitive backwater, a planet unworthy of the Kree Empire's concern. But the resistance they now faced was far stronger than expected.
Global communications were hijacked once more.
Across every screen on Earth, Ronan's dark and menacing face appeared. His deep, guttural voice carried a chilling promise.
"Earthlings, it seems you have rejected my mercy. Now, you will only know pain and death."
"The half-hour grace period is over. I am deploying the full might of the Kree Empire. Every living thing on this planet will be annihilated."
From the Kree warships hovering over New York City, fresh waves of soldiers rained down, descending from the sky like a deadly storm.
"Well… we're screwed," Stark muttered, watching the endless wave of Kree troops pour in.
Amid the chaos, a Kree officer's visor flickered, scanning the battlefield. Suddenly, his gaze locked onto a single figure—his visor identified the target instantly.
His voice carried both recognition and confusion. Then, in an instant, his expression darkened.
"You are an enemy of the Kree Empire."
Mar-Vell, standing amidst the bodies of fallen Kree soldiers, calmly reloaded his weapon. He had just eliminated another enemy with a precise shot, his expression cold and unreadable.
"I am a scientist of the Kree Empire's Space Fleet. My mission on Earth was for research—conducted under the will of the Supreme Intelligence."
"That mission is over," the officer snapped. "You are to return to the Empire with us immediately."
Another officer hurriedly opened a direct channel to Ronan. "Lord Accuser, Mar-Vell has defected. Requesting permission to eliminate him immediately."
Then Ronan's voice came, emotionless and final.
"Permission granted."
The Kree Empire had only one response to traitors—extermination.
Mar-Vell sighed, his grip tightening on his weapon. The moment for diplomacy had passed.
Not far away, Stark blasted a Kree soldier with a repulsor shot before glancing at Mar-Vell.
"So, I take it your negotiations with the blue-skinned overlords didn't go too well?" he quipped.
Mar-Vell fired another shot, taking down a Kree warrior with lethal precision. His face remained serious.
"Ronan's forces are too overwhelming. If we keep fighting here, we're just delaying the inevitable. We need a new plan."
Stark fired his chest-mounted unibeam, cutting through multiple Kree troops, but his heads-up display flashed a warning—his suit's energy reserves were running low.
He tapped into his armor's comms. "J.A.R.V.I.S., start prepping an emergency recharge. I'll need a top-up, stat."
But before he could fly off—
A distortion appeared in the air.
The space just ahead of him twisted and rippled, bending like a heatwave. Then, figures emerged—figures that Stark didn't recognize.
His sensors immediately kicked in, scanning them.
Leading the group was a man clad in an unfamiliar military uniform, his shield adorned with an emblem Stark didn't recognize. Beside him stood a shadowy figure dressed in black, his sharp eyes gleaming with deadly intent.
Then there was the middle-aged man, dressed in a flowing robe (Stark couldn't help but think, Is that really combat attire?).
Spider-Man—wearing a reinforced Steel Spider suit—was there too, along with a pair of young siblings who moved with unsettling confidence.
"What the hell am I looking at?"
And then, everything went insane.
The uniformed man—whom Stark mentally dubbed "Captain Supreme"—threw his shield. The emblem-engraved disk tore through an entire row of Kree soldiers like they were made of paper before boomeranging back to his hand.
The shadowy operative—a soldier Stark labeled "Extreme Agent"—leaped forward, his cybernetic left arm glowing faintly. Every punch he threw caved in Kree armor, killing instantly.
Then there was the boy in blue.
Stark barely saw him move. His systems only registered a faint blur as the speedster zipped through the battlefield, leaving behind a trail of fallen Kree bodies.
Spider-Man activated his Steel Spider enhancements—eight massive mechanical limbs shot out from his back. With lethal precision, he shredded through enemy soldiers like a metallic hurricane.
But the real mind-blowing moment?
With a simple flick of his wrist, an entire section of the Kree army just… vanished.
Stark's jaw practically unhinged.
He had seen a lot of insane things in his time, but this?
The mysterious group carved a bloody path through the battlefield, heading directly toward the Kree warships.
Stark was still trying to process what he had just witnessed.
"Okay, seriously—WHO ARE THESE GUYS?!"
But before he could get any answers, another wave of Kree soldiers swarmed him.
"Damn it, no time for this!" he cursed, rocketing into the air to continue his hit-and-run tactics.
A police officer was stopping a middle-aged man with graying hair.
"Sir, do you shoot lasers?"
"Do you have one of those meteor hammers that summon thunder?"
"…You got a weird gun that fires green energy blasts?"
The officer sighed in frustration. "Then what the hell are you doing here? Stop wasting time and find a safe place!"
His body expanded rapidly. His skin turned green.
His clothes ripped apart as his muscles grew impossibly massive.
In seconds, all that remained was a monstrous figure, wearing only a pair of tattered pants.
He reached down, picked up a car, and with an effortless toss, sent it flying straight into a cluster of Kree soldiers.
"Now what?" Hulk smirked.
The cop blinked. "…The battle's five blocks that way."
And then, he charged.
Back at his tower, Stark finished swapping his depleted energy core for a fresh one.
He shot back into the sky, returning to the battlefield—just in time to witness another powerful figure descending from the Kree warship.
A warrior clad in ornate armor landed with a thunderous crash. He radiated authority, his presence exuding sheer dominance.
Stark immediately fired a palm repulsor blast at him.
It barely fazed the guy.
His armor's scanners worked overtime, analyzing the newcomer's power levels.
"I am McKinsey, Supreme Warrior of the Kree Empire. I will burn this planet to the ground."
Stark groaned. "Oh great, ANOTHER one. Just how strong is Ronan himself if his subordinates are this ridiculous?!"
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