-Manhattan, New York City-
Boom!
Peter felt his arm go numb for a moment in pain. His hand trembled with pain. The resounding shockwave that followed his attack had little to no effect on him.
The young vigilante marveled at the destructive force behind his punch.
Gravity soon took hold of him and he plummeted back down to the streets along with the shredded pieces of the Leviathan that fell with him. His punch had torn a large hole into the leviathan's face as if a bullet had punctured a gaping wound into its metal hide from its mouth all the way to the back of its tail.
It was instantaneous death.
He was sure some of his bones were shattered. Sure, as hell felt like it. His bandages and blood armor helped somewhat, but it didn't have the effect he was hoping for, not yet.
Peter could already feel himself healing from the damage. As he fell, he noticed the Chitauri swarm began gathering for another attack. He twisted his body in the air, willing his bandages to reach out and pull one of the shredded pieces of the leviathan's armor close enough for him to use as another platform to launch himself upward.
With a soft grunt, the soles of his feet touched the surface of the glinting bio-metallic caprice, and in a blitz of motion, he was gone.
Each falling debris from the leviathan became a stepping stone under him. He bounced from one to the other, each step propelling him forward faster than the last until he hit the oncoming swarm of Chitauri like a storm of violence they didn't ask for.
The Chitauri swarm was thrown into chaos.
Peter hit with enough force to shred everything he hit into a mesh of flesh, blood, and limbs. His heightened senses, special awareness, fighting intuition, speed, invisible bandages, Kagune, his branch of sin, Cypher's battle simulations, and fool mask, all of these becoming synchronized for lethal efficiency, every element finely tuning each one of his strikes and movements with deadly precision.
Peter sliced through a couple of foot soldiers with a thin sharp blood blade, his Kagune shot out sharp shards of pulsing crimson crystal as he spun in the air, his bandage working like extra limps to build a path or confuse the rest tossing them off their hoverboards while jumped from one-foot soldier to another in rapid pace.
These things weren't human; his old rules don't apply. There was no control mechanism or imposed rule to protect them from Peter. He had no reason to hold back. It wasn't that they were alien. No, they just didn't feel alive. There was something autonomous about the way they moved.
He couldn't tell what it was, but he was beginning to trust his intuition more.
Contrary to the chaos that surrounded him, Peter found himself eerily calm. His heart beat at the same pace, between 100 to 130 beats per minute. His mind was clear and aware, and his movements were controlled and cautious.
This is weird…
He stepped on the head of a foot soldier, crushing it with enough force to shatter its skull, using it to speed blitz himself towards a few more before easily dispatching those and moving on.
He was making his way toward the center of the portal, but doing so also meant he got the attention of every alien in the area.
I'm moving too fast. Was I always this fast? Peter rammed into the glass wall of a building; shards flew as his bandages swiftly grabbed onto a hanging window-cleaning platform rig. I can feel them?... I can see them. Everything's so…slow.
He was already moving when another leviathan flew by above, more foot soldiers shot out towards the towering buildings from openings in its sides.
I can see everything… Peter realized. They weren't slow.
He was just faster.
The attacking foot soldiers were dead before they reached the buildings, their bodies falling lifelessly into the streets below.
Peter shot past them and pulled his fist back, readying another punch, only to blink in surprise and pull himself back. Something else got to the leviathan before he could. A mass of green came crashing onto the leviathan's back, smashing the metal in with a sizable dent before rolling down the leviathan's spine and attacking its back.
"No way, Hulk?" Peter exclaimed as he stuck onto the side of the tower.
A powerful stream of lightning followed the green ball and struck the leviathan before a blond blur with a ridiculously large hammer and red cape came slamming into the poor metal snaking and ramming into the familiar green mass. They were gone in a blink.
Peter could follow their speed, and Cypher calculated their trajectory with ease.
The leviathan was left with a dent in its face and a broken spine. It bled as its body began crackling with electricity, its armor charred black and melted into its skin. It crashed into the building opposite Peter soon after.
Peter glanced at the portal for a moment before deciding to follow the green giant's flight path. If the raging green Goliath was coming from where Pete was about to head to, then surely whoever the Hulk was fighting would hold some answers to this all this mess.
It was worth checking out.
He had a bad feeling about the blond dude, too. Peter could tell that they were strong and however they were, it would be best to deal with them sooner rather than later.
He also wanted to team up with the Hulk again. So, there was that, too. They made a pretty good team last time.
Thinking it over for a whole half second Peter moved.
The brunette teen shot after the Hulk, taking out any poor Chitahuri soldier he came in contact with.
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Back to the present.
"Wow! Big guy? Is that you? Buddy! I thought that was you crashing in here, fancy meeting you…here…OK…Who are you guys supposed to be?" Peter paused as he spoke, dropping down to the rubble in front of the Hulk, Enchantress, and Thor.
"Oh my, what do we have here? What a strange mortal you are…" the Enchantress said with interest, Peter's arrival capturing her complete attention. She turned to Thor with a tender gaze when she asked him.
"Do you see what I see, love?"
"Magic was never my strength, Amora. I'm afraid my sights pale in comparison to yours—what is it you see?" Thor replied with a question of his own. Squinting slightly in an attempt to see what the Amora spoke of.
"Death, my beloved. I see the touch of death and decay, with a hint of something more. This one is special... different from the others—he bears a striking resemblance to the Mad Titan. Another one perhaps? I'm beginning to understand your fascination with this world. Bring him to me. I want him. He will make a fine addition to our army." The Enchantress commanded with a sultry smile. She raised her hand and pointed at Peter; the Hulk obliged with a growl like a tamed animal, followed closely by Thor.
"As you wish, Amora," Thor spoke softly as he passed the Enchantress with Hulk.
"Hello? I just asked you guys a question. Am I being ignored right now? That's a new feeling." Peter asked as he took a measured step back. The green giant was oddly docile.
In fact, Peter was starting to realize what was going on right now.
Hulk was striding toward him menacingly with the red-capped blondie in the stylized armor who began to rapidly spin his hammer, letting out sparks of lightning as he too walked forward.
"Alright, why are you looking at me like that, Hulk, buddy? It's me, don't you remember your bestie. We fought that freak back in Harlem together. Come on, man, I saved your girl for you. Hulk? You better stop right there. Hulk? I'm warning you —" Peter suddenly shifted his body to the left as Thor's hammer came flying past his head, smashing into an abandoned car behind him.
Boom!
The car hit by the hammer exploded on impact.
"I am Thor, Prince of Asguard. What is your name, mortal?" Thor called out to Peter.
"It's Bloodborne, and I thought you were supposed to be the hero that saved that town, Puente Antigua in New Mexico. Why are you attacking this city and what did you do to my friend?" Peter asked the god of thunder.
"I am sorry, Bloodborne of Midgard. But I'm afraid my actions are not my own. I simply do as my beloved commands. Your friend is as I am, and soon you too will join us. Now come, mortal, let us do battle for this world." Thor spoke, his eyes glowing with electricity, but whatever small moment of clarity he had was soon swallowed by a twisted green glow. His hammer returned to his hand as he spun it once more.
"Well, shit, damn Parker luck…This is some mind control shit, huh?" Peter cursed with a frustrated sigh. He clenched his fists and cracked his neck. "Whatever, peace talks are over, I guess. It's time for Plan B, looks like we're finally having that fight big guy cause that's plan beat some sense back into you my green friend."
Like a pin dropping to signal an attack, the Hulk broke into a sprint, rushing Peter with an angry snarl.
The Asgardian prince followed closely behind the Hulk, and Peter shot forward to meet them in the center.
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Far above the city skyline space twisted back into place as glitching rainbow colors filled a small fracture in space, a fissure in reality.
When the energy finally dissipated, a white spider-themed figure dropped down onto the top of the skyscraper.
White bug-eyed lenses widened in surprise as the figure took in the surrounding chaos.
"WHAT THE F-?!"
Spider woman finally made it back to her home reality. Now she began to wonder if the home she had returned to was the right one.
-Chapter End-