"That’s why I said we should come here, not wait for them to come at us with this kind of army," Dave said evenly. His tone wasn’t shaken—it was solid, absolute. The others nodded without argument. None of them looked away from the looming planet or the countless warships that surrounded it. Not in fear—only in focus.
The Dark Elf mothership’s runes pulsed, casting the chamber in a dim crimson glow. Shuri adjusted the display, streams of alien code and Kree signatures shifting in tandem."They’ve already picked us up," she said, her voice clipped, businesslike. "Kree command vessels are moving in. And they’re hailing."
The transmission hit like a thunderclap, a harsh, metallic voice tearing through the comms."Unidentified Dark Elf vessel. You are trespassing in Kree sovereign space. State your purpose, or be obliterated."
Inside the command deck, Natasha’s lips curved into a faint, dangerous smile. "Well. That didn’t take long."
"Dark Elf vessel," the Kree voice boomed again, sharper this time. "Your war ended millennia ago. You dare approach Hala? Explain yourselves—or burn."
Their formation closed in fast, engines blazing blue fire, weapon systems charging. Dozens of war-cruisers spread out like wolves circling prey.
Tony’s voice cut across the comms, smooth and almost mocking. "Gotta hand it to them—they’ve got good eyesight. We do kinda look like goth elves joyriding through their front yard."
Natasha tilted her head slightly toward Dave. No fear. Just expectation. This is your moment.
Dave stepped forward, his arms still crossed, his presence filling the chamber like a storm held barely in check. The alien runes carved into the walls seemed to pulse harder in rhythm with his voice as he spoke."We are not Dark Elves. We are not here to relive an old war. We’re here because your kind brought blood to Earth. You thought you could strike us and vanish. You were wrong."
For a second, silence stretched. Then the Kree commander’s laughter poured over the comms, cruel and mocking."Earth? You expect us to recognize an insect nest when we crush it underfoot? Bold words from scavengers hiding inside a relic. If you are not Dark Elves... then you are nothing."
The warships around them shifted, locking them fully into a crossfire. Cannons glowed, ready to fire.
Steve leaned forward in his seat, voice calm and steady, as if commenting on the weather."Looks like they made their choice."
"Yeah," Rhodey said with a tight grin, cracking his knuckles as the ship vibrated under the first weapons charge. "Wrong one."
Tony’s strike ship slid closer, sleek and sharp, his voice snapping across the channel with eager precision."Alright, then. Party time."
Dave didn’t move. His eyes glowed faintly, his voice a low rumble that carried across both ships."If they want to mistake us for Dark Elves..." His grin widened, cold and certain. "...then let them learn what true monsters look like."
The Kree cannons flared—
And the void lit up with the first strike.
The Kree war-cruisers opened fire, the void erupting in a storm of blue-white lances. Beams carved across the dark, tearing into the space where Tony’s strike ship and the Dark Elf mothership loomed.
But instead of crumbling, the ships moved like predators. Tony’s vessel snapped into evasive arcs, counter-fire spitting from its hull-mounted cannons. The Dark Elf mothership, under Dave’s subtle command, didn’t dodge at all—it drank in the barrage, its rune-lit armor flaring with dark light, absorbing the punishment and throwing it back in rippling pulses of energy that cracked through the Kree formation.
"Yeah, okay," Tony’s voice cut through the comms, sharp and triumphant. "Test run complete. Shields solid. Guns mean. And—" his targeting systems chirped as three Kree cruisers bloomed into firestorms, "—definitely not Dark Elf tech. This baby runs better than StarkTech Mark Infinity."
Within minutes, the first wave of Kree ships were in tatters. Those still functional scattered backward into formation, regrouping around their capital defense wall.
But the damage was done. The path to Hala was open.
The Dark Elf mothership dropped through the atmosphere first, tearing streaks of fire across the skies of the Kree homeworld. Tony’s strike ship followed close, engines screaming like a war-horn.
Hala sprawled beneath them—an endless city-planet of gleaming spires and armored citadels, every surface alive with shields, cannons, and armies. Millions of weapons locked onto their descent, auto-tracking, ready to reduce them to slag the second they touched ground.
The ships roared down through layers of defense fire, weaving between thunderbolts of plasma and kinetic storms. Explosions tore the skies behind them, but neither vessel slowed.
The Dark Elf mothership crushed itself into the heart of a landing platform built for titans, cracking the surface. Tony’s sleeker ship dropped beside it, folding into combat stance as his hull armor reshaped.
The landing pads swarmed instantly—rows upon rows of Kree soldiers, cannons, war-drones, and armored mechs, all locking on to the intruders. Thousands of barrels leveled. Millions more shifted into position across the city’s walls.
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Smoke poured from the landing struts as Dave, Tony, Steve, Natasha, Shuri, and Rhodey stepped out side by side. The runes of the mothership pulsed one final time behind Dave, casting him in a crimson glow.
Tony spread his arms wide, helmet folding back, a grin splitting across his face as if he hadn’t just flown through the biggest fleet in the galaxy.
"Now," he said, voice dripping with challenge, "we can wreck havoc."
Every gun in sight clicked, charged, and locked.
And not a single one of them flinched.
The landing platform erupted in light and fury, a storm of plasma bolts and energy cannons slamming down on their position. The air shook with the roar of bombardment, metal tearing, concrete shattering, shockwaves rattling through the spires of Hala.
But the Avengers didn’t scatter. They advanced.
Dave surged forward first, his aura flaring in a violent pulse. The first barrage bent away from him, beams shattering like glass against the resonance of his power. He leapt into the wall of soldiers, his fists igniting in raw force—one strike split the ground, sending armored Kree scattering like debris in a hurricane.
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