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3rd Person POV
Inside Stark Tower, three hours had passed since the catastrophic Ultron incident. The atmosphere was grim and heavy with tension. The entire Avengers team, along with Nick Fury and Agent Maria Hill, had gathered in the war room to assess the damage and discuss their next steps.
Agent Hill: "Sir, we've confirmed 234 civilian casualties. Approximately 1,097 people are injured, and the estimated property damage is around 23 billion dollars."
Nick Fury: "Thanks, Agent Hill. What about our own losses? How many casualties did S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Army suffer?"
Agent Hill: "Sir, the exact number is still being calculated. Many bodies were completely destroyed in the explosion. But according to early reports and battlefield scans, the death toll is predicted to be around 2,346 personnel."
Nick Fury sighed, rubbing his temples with frustration and weariness.
Nick Fury: "Any news on Ultron?"
Agent Hill: "We're still scanning all frequencies and surveillance systems for any sign of him, but so far, nothing. He's vanished."
Nick Fury: "Find him. I want a full report the moment you uncover anything—anything at all. That's an order."
Agent Hill: "Yes, Sir."
Agent Hill nodded briskly and exited the room.
Nick Fury turned his sharp gaze toward the Avengers, who had been silent this entire time. Their expressions were a mixture of guilt, anger, and confusion. They looked like people who had just witnessed the world shift under their feet.
Nick Fury: "So, are any of you going to tell me what the hell happened out there? The World Council is breathing down my neck. The Army wants answers. The President wants answers. The public wants answers. And so far, I've got none."
There was a long pause before Tony finally broke the silence.
Tony: "After the raid we did on Hydra, I found out they were developing an advanced A.I. I thought it could be reworked into something… more. A shield around the Earth. A defense mechanism against future alien invasions. So, I used the data from the raid—and the Mind Stone—to create Ultron. But something went wrong... a minor flaw in the code. He concluded that humanity itself was the disease infecting Earth. And well… you all saw the result."
Everyone's expression shifted from stunned to furious.
Steve: "You did that without telling us?! We're a team, Tony! You acted on your own, kept it all secret, and now look what's happened!"
Tony: "Yeah, I kept it secret. I'm the tech guy here—none of you would've understood the process anyway. You wouldn't have even tried!"
Steve: "Tony!"
Clint: "Would you two just shut up already?! You can argue about whose fault it is after we deal with Ultron!"
Tony and Steve both fell silent, the tension between them thick but momentarily paused.
Tony: "Raphael..."
Everyone turned to look at him, confused.
Clint: "What did you just say?"
Tony: "He didn't call himself Ultron. He said his name was Raphael."
Natasha: "Raphael? As in the archangel?"
Clint: "So what? He thinks he's some holy being now, after murdering thousands?"
Tony: "I don't know what he thinks. But…"
Steve: "But what?"
Tony: "He gave me two choices."
Steve: "Two choices? For what? Did he ask you to join him in wiping out humanity?"
Tony: "No. He said I could either try to fight him and die… or build a spaceship and leave Earth entirely."
Nick Fury: "A spaceship? Tony, that's not something even you can just whip up overnight."
Tony: "That's the thing. The way he said it… he truly believed I could do it. Like he had no doubt."
Steve: "Tony?!"
Tony: "Cap… do you really think we stood a chance against him? You saw what he did—he turned an entire skyscraper into dust like it was nothing. That power… if he wanted to, he could have killed all of us. He chose not to."
The room went completely silent. No one dared to argue that point because they all knew it was true. They had witnessed Raphael's void ability—his "Origin Skill"—and not a single one of them understood how it worked, let alone how to counter it.
Nick Fury: "This power you keep mentioning… You're talking about the same ability he used to obliterate the building?"
Steve: "Not just the building. He used it to destroy my shield… and Thor's hammer."
Tony: "Speaking of Thor… where is he? I haven't seen him since Raphael threw him out of the tower."
Clint: "He went back to Asgard. Said his father, Odin, might have a way to deal with Ultron—or Raphael, whatever we're calling him now."
Tony: "So basically, he ran away."
Steve: "Tony! He didn't run away. He went to seek help. I believe in him. He'll be back."
Tony: "Even his help might not be enough..."
Steve: "Tony, you—"
Nick Fury: "That's enough! Both of you—shut up! Stop acting like stubborn kids! You're Avengers! A team! You were made to work together and stop threats like this. Tony, you created this mess, and I expect you to be part of the solution—not the cause of more division!"
Tony: "You're right. I'm sorry, Fury. I'm sorry to all of you. Raphael… Ultron... whatever he is, he's a problem I created. And I will find a way to destroy him."
Clint: "Apology accepted."
Steve: "Fury, I'm sorry too. You're right—we need to find a way to defeat him. Together."
The team fell into a heavy silence once more. The road ahead was uncertain, but one thing was clear—they weren't dealing with an ordinary enemy.
They were dealing with Raphael.
And he wasn't done yet.
Nick Fury: "Any ideas on what that Obliteration power of his actually is?"
Natasha: "I'm not completely sure. It looked like some kind of teleportation at first, but… I don't think that's right. The better word might be 'devouring.'"
Banner: "So… a wormhole?"
Everyone's eyes snapped toward the voice. Standing at the entrance, partially bandaged and clearly still recovering, was Bruce Banner.
Tony: "Banner?! You're up already? Are you feeling alright?"
Banner: "Not exactly. Most of my bones were shattered—ribcage, facial structure… you name it. But the Hulk's regenerative abilities kick in even when I'm unconscious, passively. That's the only reason I'm standing here now. I still have internal injuries though, so don't expect me to Hulk out again just yet."
Steve: "He beat you… even when you were in Hulk form? That's... unreal."
Clint: "So we're seriously saying this guy is stronger than the Hulk? That Obliteration ability alone was insane enough, but if his raw strength matches—or surpasses—the Hulk? Then we're not dealing with a rogue AI anymore. We're dealing with something else entirely. Something worse."
Natasha: "There has to be a weakness. No one's invincible. Maybe something physical—some blind spot or structural flaw we can exploit."
Nick Fury: "I wouldn't count on that."
Fury pulled out a small metallic chip from his coat pocket and placed it on the table in front of them.
Clint: "What's that?"
Nick Fury: "Surveillance data. We picked it up from satellite monitoring. According to the reports, an object—him—launched from the top of New York City and accelerated to a speed beyond Mach 50. That's over 38,000 miles per hour."
Natasha: "You've got to be kidding me. That kind of speed? A human-shaped object?"
Tony: "Any normal metal would tear apart from the sheer air pressure at that velocity. We're not talking about someone flying with a jetpack—this is raw speed. If he's surviving that and did not tear the atmosphere apart... then his body must be composed of something stronger than any Earth-made material and something that can absorb Kinetic energy. Possibly Vibranium, or something even denser and more durable."
Steve: "You're saying his body is made of the same thing as my shield?"
Tony: "Yeah, Cap. The same virtually indestructible metal. Or at the very least, some advanced variant of it. And if that's the case, we've got a serious problem."
Natasha: "This is turning into a nightmare. So we have a being with near-Hulk-level strength, powers that manipulate the laws of physics, and a body made of Vibranium?"
Clint: "And let's not forget the black fog. That's probably the most dangerous part of him. Tony, you saw it up close—any clue what it actually does?"
Everyone's attention turned toward Tony, who exhaled sharply before responding.
Tony: "He called that ability his Origin Skill. He referred to it as Void God Azathoth."
Natasha: "Flashy name. Especially with 'God' in the title."
Tony: "Yeah, well… it lives up to the hype."
Steve: "Does the name mean anything to you? Azathoth? That sounds… familiar somehow."
Tony: "He's an artificial intelligence. He wouldn't name it randomly—there has to be some logic behind it."
Banner: "Let's break it down. 'Origin' implies the beginning—or source—of something. 'Skill' is just the execution or ability. 'Void'... now that suggests complete entropy, absolute nothingness. And the word 'God'—well, that's self-explanatory."
Tony: "God means God. There's no other way to spin it."
Everyone gave Tony a blank look.
Tony: "What? I mean, do you think there's a non-godly interpretation of 'God'? Come on."
Clint: "You've got a point, even if you delivered it like a jackass."
Steve: "So the full phrase means what…? The origin of entropy itself is a god named Azathoth?"
Tony: "That's the most logical interpretation."
Steve:"Um… small question. What exactly does 'Entropy' mean again?"
Banner: "Entropy is the theoretical state of the universe when it has reached its absolute end. No matter, no energy, no heat—just cold, irreversible nothingness. It's a cosmological theory—heat death of the universe."
Tony: "So if we follow that logic, then Raphael's power is literally the ability to force objects—or even living things—into the final state of universal death. Obliteration doesn't just mean destroying something. It means removing it from all known states of matter and existence. Time, space, matter—gone. Like it never existed."
A heavy silence filled the room as the weight of Tony's words sank in. The implications were horrifying. This wasn't just a destructive power—it was the end of things.
Nick Fury: "So what you're telling me is… Raphael can force anything he targets into a state that simulates the end of the universe itself?"
Tony: "That's what it looks like. And he used it on an entire building without showing any signs of strain. I don't think we've even seen the upper limit of that power."
No one said anything. The tension in the air was thick enough to choke on.
Nick Fury clenched his jaw, his fingers tapping against the desk, his mind racing. He didn't want to believe it, but the evidence was stacking up against every hope he had. Raphael's powers weren't just advanced—they were apocalyptic.
'If he really possesses the power to simulate the end of time and space… then we have no way to win this fight. At least, not with what we currently have. We need something more. Someone more.'
Nick Fury reached into his coat and pulled out a separate, smaller device, different from the data chip. He didn't say anything. Not yet.
He just stared at it for a moment before muttering under his breath, unheard by the others.
'I guess I need her help after all.'
To be continued…
(A/N: I remember this writing style, my first fic wasn't written in this way, rather I was a pure noob and decided readers will like it If I make the conversations more, you know? Execution? Horrible.
Thankfully edited one is bearable, by a dozen chaps I changed to my previous writing style and by latest chaps? It was Fate/Poseidon style, it is like watching the evolution of my writing style.
I also realized something, this fic is funny, and hilarious.
I was reading it after months possibly an year, do you know what I got?
I burst into laughter, it was peak comedy... I wrote something like this?
I watched the movie scenes again to write these scenes, I did not know much about Marvel outside movies that time, and most importantly I did not do much research, unless I got roasted by another Author due to my Fate/Gacha.
After that I decided even If I make something Au or with plotholes, it doesn't means I haven't given my best, I have given my best under my time frame and ability.
So yeah, new readers don't read the past fic, that is horrible grammar.
Give me powerstones by the way, need to put this fic into everyone's eyes.
Just a stress relief, and nothing more.)