Gwen caught both arrows, looked at the attacker, and quickly threw them toward two Sakaraan soldiers who were hiding behind several dead Chitauri.
The arrows embedded themselves in both of them and exploded seconds later.
Gwen slid down the glass building using a single hand and jumped to the ground, landing beside the archer.
"You shot at me?" she asked.
"I didn't have the angle, so I had to trust you," Clint replied with a slightly guilty smile.
Clint quickly raised his bow and fired toward Gwen, who crouched down, causing the arrow to hit a soldier who was trying to attack her from behind.
"By hand?" Clint asked.
"By hand," Gwen replied before running back up the vertical wall of the building, where she tore off a massive fragment from the top that was about to fall and hurled it at her enemies.
The chunk of the building crashed down with a thunderous impact, kicking up dust and debris and crushing a dozen Chitauri and Sakaraans. Those nearby took a second to react, and when they did, Gwen had already emerged from the wreckage and began striking them all with blinding speed.
"This is insane," Clint muttered as he watched the scene, sighing, already used to the superhuman abilities of his teammates.
Returning to his task, Clint looked around as several enemies closed in.
He fired rapidly, hitting each one directly in the head, forming a circle of corpses around him.
Those coming from behind saw that and advanced cautiously, many using the ones in front as shields.
Clint noticed and fired an explosive foam arrow that immobilized the front line, sticking them to the ground, before firing again to kill them.
He repeated the process a couple more times, until his entire field of view was completely blocked by a wall of standing corpses.
Seeing this, he fired toward a nearby building using a retractable grappling arrow.
The soldiers, nervous, advanced while destroying the bodies of their own comrades to get through.
Boom.
With a deafening blast, all those corpses exploded, killing the soldiers advancing over them.
Clint watched the explosion before moving toward a group of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents further ahead.
When one of them was about to be killed by a Sakaraan, Clint fired, saving him.
"Who are these kids?" Clint asked, not really referring to their age, but to how inexperienced they seemed.
"They're my personal team. Don't let appearances fool you, they learn fast," Coulson replied with his usual gentle smile and a hint of pride in his voice.
Clint watched them for a second before moving on.
As soon as he left, several Chitauri advanced to attack, but one of the girls slammed her foot into the ground, generating a shockwave that pushed several enemies away.
"That was Hawkeye, right?" another girl asked.
"Yo-yo, focus," Coulson said.
Yo-yo vanished from the spot and reappeared instantly in the same place, while the soldiers around her dropped dead.
"Clean, just me," she said proudly.
"You and the weapon that can react to your superspeed and fire accordingly, you're welcome," Fitz replied.
"Thanks, Fitz," she said sarcastically, looking at him.
"Back to action, stop arguing," Coulson ordered, and they all resumed the fight, most of them using firearms and S.H.I.E.L.D. training, with the exception of Yo-yo and Quake.
After five minutes, they all looked in the same direction, fear reflected on their faces.
"So, what do we do now?"
Facing the approaching leviathan, none of them knew what to do.
"Hulk is far away. Can any of us beat that thing?" Yo-yo asked, looking at Hulk in the distance as he tore through leviathans like a monster.
"It's not coming this way, it's falling. Move, to the right," Coulson reacted, analyzing the situation.
Coulson's premonition was correct. As they moved, the leviathan let out a roar of pain, twisted violently, and crashed down onto the Chitauri army itself.
As it fell, they could all see that its back was completely burned, its skin exposed, with fire still burning across it.
They didn't need to think much to know who was responsible. The sound of a motorcycle echoed in the distance as a line of fire was traced across a faraway building. The Ghost Rider was hunting his next victim, and upon reaching a certain height, he turned his bike and leaped straight onto the back of another leviathan.
"This is insane," Rhodes said from the sky inside his armor, whistling in admiration.
"I'm the one with the flying armor, why does he look cooler?"
"Because he's a flaming skull. It's every teenager's favorite tattoo, you can't win," Sam replied as he flew beside him, launching explosive feathers at the enemies on the ground.
Rhodes did the same.
While Sam fired lighter explosives at weaker enemies, Rhodes launched heavier missiles at the tougher ones that managed to survive.
"Nice work, we're like an air army," Rhodes said.
"Are you seriously saying that in front of them?" Sam replied, pointing into the distance.
There, winged horses with women riding them could be seen descending to drive their spears into anyone who crossed their path, before rising again, lifting the spears as if the corpses were trophies of war.
On the ground, the Asgardian army was no less impressive, cutting down Chitauri and Sakaraans by the handful with every blow, smiling, even talking among themselves and competing to see who killed more, creating a brutal contrast with the soldiers who were barely managing to survive.
"Is there even a chance of losing?" Rhodes asked.
Sam shrugged without answering. Even though he thought the same, he didn't say it out loud.
As he continued flying over the battlefield, leaving behind a trail of explosions and fire, another line cutting through dead enemies passed nearby, a silver streak moving at incredible speed.
After several minutes of attacking nonstop, appearing everywhere within seconds, Pietro stopped and looked at his hands in frustration.
"They're tough."
Even though the law of F equals m times a allowed him to defeat his enemies easily, that didn't mean it didn't hurt to hit things tougher than his own body.
That was why Pietro needed to stop from time to time to rest. Thanks to his speed, he recovered quickly, and that rapid healing turned what should have been a serious problem into a minor annoyance, which was why he had nothing protecting his hands.
There was also the fact that Pietro had rejected everything they offered him to solve that problem.
After a few seconds, he moved again. While resting, he had observed the battlefield, identifying those who needed immediate help, and went straight to them, disarming, saving, or eliminating as the situation required.
Once everyone was safe, Pietro resumed running across the battlefield like a silver lightning bolt, being everywhere at once.
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