The platform split apart as Dave’s fist slammed down. The air itself cracked like broken glass, a deafening shockwave bursting outward in jagged streaks of white light. The ground tore open, breaking into huge fissures that spread across the landing bay. Kree soldiers and mechs were thrown screaming into the air as the tremor tore through them, crushing metal and bone alike.
The sound wasn’t thunder. It was worse. It was the sound of a world breaking apart.
Natasha barely looked over, her smile sharp as she moved through the chaos.
"Guess subtlety’s gone now." Googlᴇ search 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵~𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖~𝙣𝙚𝙩
Dave kept going. His arms swung like hammers of destruction, each strike sending out shockwaves that twisted the battlefield itself. Cannons ripped from their mounts, walls collapsed, and war-drones dropped from the skies like toys knocked loose.
Shuri’s eyes went wide as her HUD scrambled under the interference.
"Bast! He’s not just breaking the ground—he’s tearing the air! His shockwaves are throwing off their targeting!"
Rhodey laughed through the comms, War Machine’s cannons firing with the rhythm of the quakes.
"Hell yeah! Shake ’em up, Dave! I’ll knock ’em down!"
Kree mechs charged forward, towering thirty feet tall, weapons glowing with energy. One raised its arm-cannon and fired—
Dave turned and slammed both fists forward. A wall of fractures split the air, unseen but unstoppable. The cannon’s blast exploded inside the barrel, the mech collapsing in fire and twisted steel. Two more fell as the ground under them split open, dragging entire squads into a massive crack.
Above, Tony spiraled down in a blaze of repulsors and nanotech, laughing into the chaos.
"Note to self—never piss off Quakezilla here. You’re making earthquakes in space, Dave. Spacequakes. Trademark pending."
Dave didn’t laugh. His voice came low as the Dark Elf mothership’s runes pulsed behind him, syncing with each quake.
"This is the price of attacking Earth. This is the power you woke up."
The Kree ranks faltered. For the first time, hesitation spread through their forces. Soldiers who had never feared anything realized the ones they mocked had walked into their capital—and weren’t falling.
Dave stood in fire and ruin, pulling back his fist again.
The next shockwave ripped across the skyline, tearing armored towers apart and sending destruction rolling deep into Hala.
The shockwave didn’t just topple towers—it echoed.
Hala’s skyline trembled as reinforced skyscrapers folded inward like paper, their bases torn apart by the quake’s rolling force. Energy conduits burst from the streets, blue plasma shooting high as entire districts went dark.
Everywhere, the sound followed—an endless roar of a world being crushed.
Natasha ducked behind the shell of a transport, pistols firing through the chaos. Kree soldiers tried to regroup, but the ground itself betrayed them, shaking with each step Dave took.
"This isn’t a fight," she muttered. "It’s extinction."
Above, Tony and Rhodey ripped through the Kree fleet. War drones crashed into each other mid-air, thrown off by unstable winds. One carrier ship dipped too low, caught in the seismic wave—its systems failed, and it spun down, crashing into the horizon in fire.
"Dave!" Shuri shouted, her voice urgent. "You can’t keep this up! You’ll collapse the entire core of the planet—no one knows what happens if Hala falls apart!"
The air folded, reality groaning with the force. The shockwave rolled through the sky itself, bending light into jagged arcs, splitting the atmosphere with glowing cracks that hung like scars.
On the citadel steps, the Kree Supreme Commanders stood frozen. Their armies, their machines, their fleets—coming apart before one man. For the first time in centuries, fear reached their faces.
His body glowed with power, every step heavy as if he carried the weight of a seismic core inside him. His eyes locked on the spire of the Supreme Intelligence.
And in a voice that carried like a war drum, he said:
"Hala will remember this day. The day Earth came knocking—and your empire broke."
He leapt, a quake bursting beneath him, launching him like a missile straight toward the palace.
The ground shook again. Hala wasn’t just under attack anymore.
The dust hadn’t even settled when Dave lowered his hands. Cracks in the air lingered like ghosts, then slowly faded, leaving only ruins where Hala’s greatest city had stood.
He exhaled, steam rising off his skin like he had been burning from the inside. His chest rose and fell, not from weakness but from release. His voice came low, spoken only for himself.
"...Yeah. That felt good."
The others traded uneasy glances over comms. Tony, still hovering, tilted his head as his HUD scanned the wreckage. Rhodey’s laugh was gone, and Natasha’s usual smirk was thinner now.
Dave finally turned back, his eyes calm, the fire gone—only satisfaction left.
"I had to let it out. They came at the wrong time. Maybe this was waiting for a long while... but it was mine."
He walked toward the ship, rubble cracking under each step. Behind him, the ruins burned, towers had fallen, and the banners of the Kree empire lay in ashes.
Natasha’s voice cut through, quiet but sharp.
"So... this wasn’t about defending Earth?"
Dave didn’t look back. His shoulders lifted in a small shrug, like the words meant little.
"I didn’t do it for Earth. I just wanted to break something. To stop holding back." His eyes stayed fixed on the glowing outline of the ship ahead. "And they were foolish enough to be in the way."
No one spoke right away. The comms stayed open, but silence filled them. The kind of silence that wasn’t just quiet—it was heavy, pressed down by what they had just seen.
Tony finally broke it, his voice missing the usual bite.
"...Yeah, okay. Definitely not writing that down for the history books."
Shuri’s HUD flickered back online. She scanned the burning skyline, whole districts caving in on themselves, shockwaves still rippling underground.
"Half the planet’s systems are failing. If their core destabilizes, Hala won’t just fall—it’ll tear itself apart. Billions of people live here."
"Not for long," Rhodey muttered, his tone colder than usual.
Natasha’s eyes stayed on Dave as he kept walking, each step cracking stone underfoot.
"You’ve got what you wanted. But you left more than a mark—you left a graveyard."
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