I have finished translating this fanfic, IMUC (I Am In Marvel With Unlimited Cards) and have posted all the advanced chapters on Patreon (Last Chapter -- 706). (/c/marvel6395). You can read all the advanced chapters there.
After disappearing from the arena, Captain Arica (Steve) and Black Widow (Natasha) led their respective three-person teams to a spacious private airport, complete with grounded Boeing airplanes.
The six participants faced each other, montarily at a loss for words, exchanging awkward glances.
At that mont, a series of system ssages appeared above their view:
Random Battle Location: New York Private Airport!
Ti Limit: 10 minutes. Participants cannot leave the airport premises. The team that defeats the most mbers of the opposing team within 10 minutes wins.
Unlike the previous large-scale maps and base defense modes, this was a straightforward close-quarters battle on a confined map. The rules were much simpler and more brutal.
In the central hall of the watchtower, Kyle couldn't help but chuckle at the scene. If this was a hero civil war, setting it in an airport was the perfect homage.
However, these rules were highly disadvantageous to Captain Arica's Blue Team. In terms of raw strength, Black Widow's Red Team was clearly superior.
On the Blue Team:
Winter Soldier and Falcon were still within human limits, relying on cybernetic limbs, chanical wings, and exceptional combat skills.
Only Captain Arica had a semblance of superhuman attributes.
On the Red Team:
The "weakest" mber, Black Widow, had undergone super-soldier genetic enhancents.
Quicksilver possessed incredible superhuman speed.
Vision, with his Vibranium body, advanced AI system, and the Mind Stone, was practically invincible.
From a sheer power perspective, the match seed one-sided. Yet, considering this was a "hero civil war," whether Black Widow's team would hold back was anyone's guess.
In the virtual space of the private airport...
Captain Arica, in his signature uniform, stood in the center holding his shield. Beside him were Winter Soldier, with his chanical left arm and an old AK rifle slung over his shoulder, and Falcon, equipped with red goggles and a retractable winged jetpack.
Ten ters away, Black Widow stood in her black combat suit, her golden curls draping over her shoulders. On either side of her were Quicksilver, sporting a punk-inspired look, and Vision, adorned with his golden cape.
The atmosphere felt slightly awkward as the Avengers, who usually fought side by side, now stood on opposing teams.
"Steve, I never thought I'd have to fight you one day," Black Widow teased with a slight smirk. "You sure you don't want us to go easy on you?"
"No need," Captain Arica replied with a firm shake of his head, securing his shield on his left arm. "With all these people watching, underestimating us might just cost you. We could do this all day."
Winter Soldier raised his chanical left arm and grabbed his rifle with his right. Falcon extended his wings and deployed a small drone from his shoulder, ready for combat.
Having been soldiers, they were no strangers to tough battles. No matter the odds, they would give it their all. For them, the battlefield was their destiny.
"Good," Black Widow nodded, signaling Quicksilver to prepare for combat. She turned to Vision and said, "Vision, fly up and monitor the battlefield. Step in if I call for your support."
Deploying Vision's overwhelming power right away would be overkill, so he was reserved as a trump card.
"Understood," Vision replied, ascending to a height of over 100 ters. He wasn't particularly invested in the outco, so Black Widow's instructions suited him just fine.
"Let's get started!" Black Widow commanded, swinging her arm down.
In the next instant, Quicksilver vanished.
"He's here!" Captain Arica shouted. But before the words fully left his mouth, Winter Soldier was sent flying along with his rifle, as if hit by an invisible force.
"Too fast!"
Falcon imdiately activated his jetpack, taking to the skies for self-preservation.
Though Quicksilver's speed surpassed human visual limits, his one weakness was his inability to attack airborne enemies.
It was clear that Marvel's version of Quicksilver had been significantly nerfed. Compared to the Quicksilver from the X-n universe, his abilities were like that of a novice versus a fully trained master.
However, Quicksilver was still Quicksilver, even in his nerfed version...
In the next five seconds:
Captain Arica and Winter Soldier, the two comrades, were like shuttlecocks being relentlessly batted around by an invisible racket. Floating slightly off the ground, they couldn't touch down as Quicksilver's blurred form darted around them, delivering a barrage of punches.
His rapid movents created a gust of wind swirling back and forth around the two of them.
Finally, Falcon, observing from the air, launched a small rocket that detonated on the ground between Captain Arica and Winter Soldier. The explosion forced Quicksilver to disengage and retreat, allowing the duo to fall back to the ground.
"I think that kid punched at least twenty tis," Winter Soldier muttered as he struggled to his feet, glancing down at his rifle, which had been dismantled into countless pieces. Even the bullets from the magazine were scattered across the ground.
"I got about thirty hits. He really wasn't holding back," Captain Arica groaned, rising effortlessly thanks to his impressive durability.
"Cover your mouth and nose, Cap," Falcon called from above as he deployed smoke grenades, filling the area with a dense white fog that quickly obscured Captain Arica and Winter Soldier.
Outside the smoke cloud, Quicksilver reappeared, frowning at the sudden disappearance of his opponents. Smirking, he muttered, "Clever trick. But don't think that'll stop ."
He adjusted the goggles hanging around his neck, used his scarf to cover his nose and mouth, and once again vanished, transforming into a gust of wind as he charged into the smoke.
Inside the smoke-covered area:
"We can't stay here," Captain Arica said in a low voice, covering his nose and mouth. "The smoke limits his visibility sowhat, but his speed is still too overwhelming. We have no chance of counterattacking. We need to restrict his movents."
"How do we do that?" Winter Soldier asked, his eyes narrowing as he remained on high alert.
"We can't fight on this open ground. We need to move to a smaller, more confined space… like the airport terminal!"
With a plan in mind, Captain Arica motioned for Winter Soldier to follow. Using the smoke as cover, they began heading toward the terminal building, relying on mory to navigate through the haze.
But before they had moved even ten ters, the smoke in front of them parted abruptly, and a sleek black figure lunged toward Captain Arica with a swift kick aid at his face.
Captain Arica reacted instantly, raising his shield to block the strike.
The figure landed gracefully a short distance away, her golden curls swaying as she straightened up. It was none other than Black Widow, exuding a mix of allure and danger.
"Cap, I knew you'd head for the terminal. Did you really think I'd let you get there so easily?"
Standing amidst the swirling white smoke, Black Widow resembled a blooming black rose, captivating yet deadly.
'(To be continued...)'
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