End of Civil War
....
The moment Sky strider chose defiance, the world chose sides.
It just didn't know it yet.
The sky split with contrails.
Iron Man arrived first repulsors hot, HUD screaming threat vectors he couldn't classify.
War Machine followed. Vision phased in, analytic calm masking uncertainty. Spider-Man landed clumsily on a shattered light pole, eyes wide behind lenses.
Captain America stood between Broko and Sky strider , shield raised not in anger, but in habit.
"Everyone stop," Steve said. "This doesn't end well."
Broko regarded him with something close to respect.
"You're right," Broko replied evenly. "It already ended."
Sky strider surged forward, system dumping raw power into speed and strength.
Sky strider (System-Boosted): ~7.4 million
He believed his system numbers would save him.
So Sky strider struck.
Broko didn't block.
He stepped inside the blow, redirected it, and tapped Sky strider's chest with two fingers.
Astrae Overwrite.
Strider's system froze.
For half a second.
That was enough.
Broko kicked him through three buildings.
Iron Man fired immediately at full output.
Broko caught the beam, bent it, and dispersed it into harmless light.
"Tony Stark," Broko said without looking. "You mistake cleverness for wisdom."
Tony's jaw tightened. "I was trying to keep people safe."
"You tried to manage power," Broko answered. "Instead of measuring it."
War Machine unloaded high caliber armor piercing rounds from his shoulder mounted machine gun and Vision phased through the underground, to strike, using the moment war machine fired as a distraction.
Broko moved once.
A circular shockwave of compressed energy, rippled outward.
War Machine crashed. Vision destabilized, phasing involuntarily.
Spider-Man was flung clear, webbing snapping as he barely saved himself thanks to his spidy sense .
Steve only dug his heels in, shield screaming as it absorbed force beyond its intended scale.
He held.
Barely, thanks to the shield
Broko nodded.
"You at least trained."
...
Containment drones rose. Sonic nullifiers fired and Exotic restraints deployed technology stolen from alien black sites and never meant to be used this way.
Broko let them land.
Let them bind.
Let the world watch a process and gain false hope .
Sky strider hovered behind SHIELD lines, breathing hard, system frantically optimizing.
"You see?" Sky strider shouted. "They chose order! They chose me!"
Broko looked past him to the cameras, the feeds, the people.
"They chose convenience," Broko corrected.
"And so did you."
The restraints failed one by because they were pure irrelevance.
They simply could not anchor something that did not accept their premise.
Maria Hill whispered, "Pull back."
Fury said nothing.
...
Broko then turned to Sky strider.
"You told them the future," Broko said calmly.
"But only the parts that crowned you."
He gestured.
Using magic, A projection bloomed, pulled from Skystrider's own system cache.
Private logs.
Derisive messages.
Selective edits.
Contempt disguised as policy..
The crowd went silent.
Tony stared, hollow.
Natasha closed her eyes.
Steve lowered his shield, just a fraction.
Skystrider screamed, "It's context! You don't understand".
"I understand perfectly," Broko said.
"You wanted power without accountability.
And praise without proof."
Skystrider attacked again.
Desperation now fueling his charge .
Broko met him head-on.
No spectacle.
He shattered Sentinel Prime's system core with a precise strike, cutting the interface that fed him growth, confidence, permission.
The power bled away.
Skystrider fell to his knees, suddenly mortal.
"No," he whispered. " they said I was the chosen one "
Broko lifted him by the throat, holding him high enough for the cameras to see.
"You were enabled."
With a single, controlled release of compressed physical force, Broko ended him.
...
Just finality.
...
Skystriders body fell.
The system dissolved like static.
The sky felt emptier.
...
No one moved.
Not the heroes.
Not SHIELD.
Not the watching world.
Steve Rogers finally spoke. "Was there another way?"
Broko met his eyes.
"For him?"
"No."
He turned to Tony.
"For you?"
"Maybe. If you stop outsourcing judgment."
Tony said nothing.
He couldn't.
Broko stayed.
Three days.
Not hiding.
Not ruling.
Watching.
The world fractured, then rebalanced.
SHIELD investigations.
Public outrage.
Quiet relief.
Fear.
No one tried to stop him.
They didn't know how.
On the fourth night, Broko stood atop a silent tower.
He looked once at the city.
Then stepped sideways.
Reality folded.
Gone.
....
Elsewhere
In space, Cooler felt it.
On his throne, Frieza smiled.
Across the multiverse, other reincarnators felt a pressure like a shadow turning its head.
Broko moved on.
Power is not a gift, he thought.
It's a responsibility enforced by consequence.
And he was very good at enforcing it.
End of Chapter Seven