Dave, standing off to the side with arms crossed, finally turned toward the comm line. His voice was calm, iron-edged.
"We’re not starting a war. We’re finishing the one they brought here."
Fury paused, his silence broken only by the hiss of his own frustrated breathing. Then—
"You better pray to every god in every pantheon that you’re right, because if those ships don’t co back... Earth’s going to be the funeral pyre."
The comm cut.
Overhead, the sky above New York glowed faintly as two titans of engineering ripped past the stratosphere—one gleaming red and gold, one dark and ancient, like a scar being carved across the stars.
Inside the Tower, no one spoke. They just watched the feeds as the ships dwindled into distant sparks.
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The black of space swallowed the two ships as they cleared Earth’s atmosphere, stars stretching sharp and unblinking against the void. Below, Tony’s orbital lattice collapsed into standby mode, its weapons folding back into silence like watchful sentries.
Inside his sleek strike ship, Tony’s voice crackled over comms. "Alright, people—welco to the joyride. Drinks and peanuts not included. Next stop, wherever the angry blue guys keep their throne room."
The Dark Elf mothership drifted alongside him, hulking and ominous, its jagged silhouette dwarfing even Tony’s advanced craft. Within its command chamber, Dave stood tall, the glow of alien runes casting deep shadows across his features.
The navigation systems pulsed with streams of starlight data, flickering as Tony’s AI synced coordinates between vessels.
"Got ’em," Tony announced, his tone more serious now. "The Kree fleet logged their fallback routes before I fried them. Follow the breadcrumbs, and... yep. It leads us to one very shiny howorld. Coordinates locked."
A ripple of energy thrumd through both ships as the jump drives ward.
Dave turned toward the others strapped into the Dark Elf vessel’s command seats—Steve steady and resolute, Natasha cool as ice, Shuri scanning every panel with sharp eyes, and Rhodey buckled in, shaking his head like a man on the world’s worst roller coaster.
Dave’s voice carried through both ships, steady as stone:
"We’re just a dozen jumps from Kree space. Their capital world. Once we’re there, there’s no hiding. No turning back. So..." His gaze hardened, but a faint grin tugged at the edge of his mouth. "Tony, set it. Everyone else—stay buckled. It’s going to be a long ride."
The ships trembled, the void before them splitting like glass under a hamr. White-blue tunnels of distorted light spiraled open.
"Alright," Tony muttered, fingers dancing over his console. "Kree Pri, here we co. Try not to throw up—these Dark Elf jump-drives are like the demon version of warp speed."
The first jump engaged.
Reality stretched, tore, and swallowed them whole.
The universe twisted.
The viewports blurred into streaks of light, reality bending like molten glass as the Dark Elf mothership and Tony’s strike craft were pulled screaming through the veins of hyperspace. Space itself wasn’t a clean road—it writhed, folded, pushed back against them, like diving through an endless storm made of ti and gravity.
Steve gripped the restraints tighter, jaw clenched as he forced his body to steady. Natasha, in contrast, barely flinched—eyes narrowed, calm as a predator stalking prey, even with the hull groaning under forces it was never ant to endure. Shuri muttered under her breath in Wakandan, hands flying across the alien consoles, her mind half racing with equations, half praying they didn’t end up scattered atoms.
Rhodey groaned.
"Yeah, okay. Definitely the worst rollercoaster ever."
On Tony’s end, his ship shuddered but held. His voice crackled across comms, forced through the distortion.
"Not bad, Point Break 2.0. I’ll give it to you—these goth elf drives have... personality."
Dave stood tall, unflinching. His eyes glowed faintly, the power coiled beneath his skin resonating with the unnatural rhythm of the vessel. It almost seed like the ship obeyed him, the runes pulsing in ti with his presence.
And then—
The light snapped away.
The ships dropped back into realspace with a thunderous crack, the void suddenly calm, stars burning steady and sharp once more. But before anyone could exhale, the next jump tore them forward again, slamming them through another corridor of light.
And another.
And another.
Ti lost aning. Minutes or hours—no one could tell. Each jump felt like a hamr strike against their bodies, their senses stretched thinner and thinner with every distortion.
Until—
The void opened into clarity.
Before them, floating like a jewel wrapped in firelight, was Hala—the Kree capital world. An endless tropolis that covered every inch of the planet’s surface, shining with cold brilliance. Orbiting it was a fleet that dwarfed anything they’d faced on Earth. Hundreds of warships, each larger than the Dark Elf mothership, arrayed in perfect formation like a wall of spears pointed outward.
Tony whistled low, his voice grim despite the bravado.
"Well. They sure know how to overcompensate."
Shuri’s eyes widened as the holo-display shifted, revealing the expanse beyond. For a heartbeat she forgot to breathe.
It wasn’t a fleet. Fleets had numbers you could count. This—this was sothing else entirely.
The darkness of space seed alive, crawling with ships. Massive war-barges, dagger-shaped destroyers, wings of interceptors—all packed so densely they blotted out the stars themselves. Layer after layer stretched across the void, endless rows glimring with Kree insignias and weapon-ports sparking to life.
Her voice ca out as a whisper, but it cut through the room like thunder.
"...That’s not a fleet. That’s an armada."
"Just how many are there?" Steve asked, his tone heavy.
Tony’s eyes flicked across the streams of data, his jaw tightening.
"From the scans I pulled off their lead ships... they’re at least fifty billion strong."
The room fell silent. Even seasoned warriors like Steve and Natasha felt the weight of that number pressing down on them. Fifty billion—enough to drown worlds, to snuff out civilizations without pause.
Shuri’s hand hovered over the console, her voice trembling despite her best efforts to sound steady.
"That’s not just an invasion force. That’s extermination."
"Thats why I said, we shoudl just co here not wait ofr them to co at us ethis number of army" Dave siad as they nodded.
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