Boom.
Allens punched into the void, unleashing a wave of vibration. Space itself fractured several kilometers away, and slowly, a massive spaceship emerged from the rift.
Boom, boom, boom.
Inside the Skrull ship, the green-skinned, sharp-eared aliens panicked as the vessel trembled.
"Damn it, is it the Kree?"
The commander of the ship—Lambert, who had once traveled to Earth with Talos—stared at the readings in alarm. Since Talos was away with Captain Marvel on a rescue mission, command of this vessel had fallen to him.
"Commander Lambert, what's going on?"
Skrulls rushed from their quarters, some half-shifted into human forms. Fear was written across their faces.
"According to the data, we were just struck by some kind of vibration energy," Lambert muttered, fingers flying across the console. The external feed displayed a projection of Sokovia floating in orbit—and above it, the figure of Allens.
"What the hell? How can a human survive in open space?"
The control room filled with gasps. The three-dimensional projection showed Sokovia, Allens, and the energy signature of his punch.
"Sir, whoever that is—they're here for us. What do we do?"
A Skrull soldier in full combat gear looked to Lambert, waiting for orders.
"Buckel, I need to know this being's purpose."
Lambert's expression hardened as he turned to the warrior.
Click. Click.
At once, Buckel's body began to shift. His towering two-meter frame shrank, green skin fading to pale. Within moments, he had taken on the exact appearance of Allens.
Peng!
But the transformation collapsed almost instantly. Buckel's body convulsed violently, blood pouring from his mouth as his genetic structure broke down. He reverted to his Skrull form, his green skin streaked with red. Within seconds, he was dead.
"Buckel! Damn it!"
Lambert hadn't anticipated this. Normally, by copying a target's form, a Skrull could access fragments of their recent memories. But trying to shapeshift into Allens had caused Buckel's genes to implode. Not only had he failed to access memories—he had died from the attempt.
"What kind of monster can resist our shapeshifting… even kill us for trying?"
Lambert's eyes burned as he glared at Allens' projection.
"Sir—it's the Avengers!"
Another Skrull shouted, pointing to the image of Iron Man, Captain America, and the others scattered across Sokovia.
"Tch."
Lambert's gaze sharpened. His body shifted again, this time taking the form of Steve Rogers, Captain America.
"Mother of—what is this thing?"
The transformation gave Lambert fragments of Rogers' memories. What he saw made him curse aloud.
"Arm the weapons! Railguns, particle pulse cannons, EMP, magnetic rays, micro-missiles—everything!"
The command was frantic.
"Sir! If we fire everything at once, the ship will lose power. We won't even be able to maintain our cloaking field!"
A Skrull scientist looked at Lambert in shock.
"Shut up! Do as I say! Everyone—suit up! This enemy is far more terrifying than the Kree."
Lambert's face twisted with fury as he barked the order.
'Weapon systems armed. Target locked. Launch?'
The ship's AI asked. Lambert didn't hesitate. He slammed his hand down on the launch command.
Boom! Boom!
The Skrull warship's weapons bays opened. Energy projectiles—railgun slugs, EMP blasts, magnetic rays, and missiles—erupted into space, all aimed directly at Allens.
"Skrull counterattack?"
Allens only smirked as he hovered in the void. Drawing on his strength and vibration powers, he slammed his fist forward.
Crack, crack, crack.
Space itself turned into a smooth mirror around his fist. Fractures spread across the void before shattering all at once.
Rumble!
The unleashed shockwave obliterated the Skrull weapon barrage. Railgun rounds, missiles, and beams of light disintegrated into dust. The warship itself cracked apart, its hull splitting as fire and debris scattered into the cosmos.
Peng, peng, peng!
But not everything could be destroyed. The EMP pulse, invisible and unstoppable, swept outward. Sokovia's thrusters, Ultron's robot army, even the Avengers' powered suits—all went dead in an instant, drifting helplessly in space.
"Control the machinery."
Allens raised his hand, his consciousness merging with streams of digital code. His technopathy severed the EMP pulse and restored control.
"Reconnecting… Friday online. Power systems rebooting."
Friday's voice rang through Tony's suit. Jets hissed as compressed air vented from his armor, systems coming back to life.
"Shit… finally breathing again."
Tony gasped for air. In the few seconds of shutdown, the dwindling oxygen had nearly suffocated him. The other Avengers also panted, shaken but relieved.
"Sir, should I destroy the ship?"
Ultron's voice returned, seething with hatred. The Sokovia thrusters roared back to life, carrying the city higher. Ultron loomed close to the crippled Skrull craft, ready to strike.
"No," Allens said coldly. "I want the Skrulls alive. I need their shapeshifting."
At his command, Sokovia and Ultron's forces surged upward, converging on the Skrull ship like predators closing in for the kill.
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