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"Thanks, Allen. You fight like a warrior," Thor said sincerely.
Allen simply nodded, catching his breath.
But both of them were watching the same thing—
Steve.
Captain America walked forward alone, broken shield strapped to his arm, Mjolnir gripped tightly in his hand.
Lightning answered him.
Thunder cracked across the dark sky as Steve summoned its power. He hurled Mjolnir with precision, striking Thanos square in the chest before calling it back into his palm.
He didn't stop.
Shield bash.
Hammer strike.
Lightning burst.
A clean, disciplined combo—each movement sharp, controlled, relentless.
For several seconds, he pushed Thanos back.
The hammer slammed into the Titan's jaw.
The shield struck his ribs.
A lightning-charged blow hit his chest wound, forcing a grunt of pain from him.
But Thanos adapted.
He caught Mjolnir mid-swing and twisted violently, throwing Steve off balance. The double-bladed sword returned to his hand.
One heavy strike crashed against Steve's shield.
Crack.
A second strike—
The shield split, half of it breaking away.
Steve staggered, but he still stood.
Thanos stepped in and drove a brutal kick into Steve's chest.
The force launched him backward toward Allen and Thor.
Steve hit the ground hard, coughing, gripping what remained of his shield.
For a moment—
It looked like he might stay down.
But Steve Rogers wasn't built that way.
Slowly… painfully… he pushed himself back to his feet.
He adjusted the broken strap of his shield.
He wasn't done.
Nearby, Tony groaned as his suit rebooted systems. The faceplate lifted as he staggered upright, smoke still rising from his armor.
He stepped toward them, reforming damaged nanotech along the way.
"Cap… you still got some fight left in you?" Tony asked, a faint smirk in his voice despite everything.
Steve didn't look at him.
He just nodded once.
"I can do this all day."
Tony huffed. "Yeah, I know. I know."
Thor stepped up beside them, gripping Stormbreaker tightly. Allen stood on the other side, wand raised, breathing steady.
Across from them—
Thanos walked forward slowly.
Bleeding.
Wounded.
But far from defeated.
"I think," Thanos said coldly, "this is enough."
He raised his blade slightly and signaled upward.
The warship responded.
Dropships began descending through the smoke-filled sky.
Portals opened above the battlefield.
An army poured down—thousands of alien soldiers flooding the ruins in endless waves.
The ground trembled beneath their numbers.
And the four of them stood there—
Facing an army alone.
Just as the four of them were ready to charge—
Steve's comm crackled.
"Hey, Cap—hey, Cap, it's Sam. You hear me? On your left."
Steve froze.
Slowly, he turned.
A golden portal flared open behind him.
Out stepped Sam Wilson, wings spreading wide as he walked forward. Behind him, the warriors of Wakanda marched through in full formation—shields raised, weapons gleaming.
The battlefield went quiet for half a breath.
Allen, Tony, and Thor all looked back at the same time.
"Well," Tony muttered, a grin tugging at his lips, "looks like our backup finally showed up."
Thor let out a booming laugh. "HAHA! Finally!" he said with visible relief.
Allen smiled too.
Even though he was a time traveler and already knew this moment was coming, actually standing here and witnessing it unfold in real time felt different. The surge of hope. The shift in momentum. The energy in the air.
Yeah. He was enjoying this.
More portals began opening across the battlefield.
Reinforcements poured through—Ravagers, sorcerers, warriors from distant worlds. Even forces from Xandar stepped through shimmering gates of light.
Doctor Strange appeared, cloak flowing behind him, the Masters of the Mystic Arts from Kamar-Taj assembling at his back.
"Is that everyone?" Strange asked calmly, glancing at Wong.
Wong raised a brow. "You want more?"
For once, it felt like the universe was actually on their side.
Then a Blue-and-gold armored figure streaked down from the sky.
Pepper Potts, suited up in her Rescue armor.
Tony immediately took off and flew toward her.
"Honey, what are you doing here? It's dangerous!" he said, worry clear in his voice—though there was unmistakable happiness underneath.
"Of course I'm here, you idiot," Pepper shot back. "You really thought I'd let my husband fight an alien army alone?"
Tony couldn't even argue with that.
Not far from the main line, another portal opened.
Raviel and Mikaela stepped out.
The second Allen saw them, he vanished and reappeared right beside them.
Raviel walked closer, eyes scanning his dirt-streaked clothes and the dried blood on his shirt.
"You look pretty messed up, husband," she teased softly. "Did you at least enjoy yourself?"
Allen gave her a crooked grin. "Yeah. Something like that."
Mikaela moved in immediately, worry all over her face. Her hands began checking him—his arms, his chest, brushing over the bloodstains.
"Allen… are you okay?"
"I'm fine," he reassured her gently, letting her inspect him.
Most of his serious injuries had already healed completely. But the dirt and dried blood were still there, clinging to his clothes and skin as proof of how intense things had been.
Mikaela finally let out a small breath of relief.
Allen glanced at both of them. "You two should stay back. It's dangerous out here."
He wasn't worried about Raviel.
But Mikaela?
That was different.
Mikaela rolled her eyes—and suddenly grabbed his ear, twisting it.
"What do you mean I should stay back?" she snapped. "I'm supposed to just stand there and watch you get beaten up like this? Do you have any idea how worried I was?"
"Ow—ow, okay!" Allen winced dramatically. "That hurts, sweetheart!"
He didn't resist much.
Honestly… he kind of deserved that.
And maybe later, somewhere more private like in bed of course, he'd settle this little argument in his own way.
"Fine," he sighed. "If you're that stubborn, then stay close to Raviel. Don't go too far. I don't want anything happening to you."
He looked at Raviel.
She smiled sweetly and nodded, as if silently promising she had everything under control.
Then Raviel snapped her fingers.
A floating platform materialized beneath her feet, rising smoothly into the air. She reached for Mikaela's hand and pulled her up with her.
Moments later, music began to flow from the platform itself—rich trumpet notes blending with the dramatic rhythm of a piano. The sound carried across the ruined battlefield like the opening of a grand performance.
Raviel now held a microphone.
"Raviel… what are you doing?" Mikaela asked, visibly confused.
"Singing, of course," Raviel replied brightly. "I thought I'd liven up the atmosphere a little. Oh—and protect me while I'm performing, okay?"
She smiled sweetly.
Not that she actually needed protection.
But it gave Mikaela a reason to stand proudly at her side—to fight, to guard, to be part of the moment.
Mikaela sighed and shook her head, though there was a faint smile on her lips. At least she wasn't stuck in the back lines anymore.
Then Raviel began to sing.
[A/N : You can listen to the song on Spotify with the title: Awaken~Re-Jinxed.]
Her voice rose above the chaos.
"The night beckons while you dream
A life never lives in peace
As you stand upon the edge
Woven by a single thread
And fate may fall down upon you
While the devil is knocking
Right at your door…"
The battlefield paused for half a second.
Every eye turned toward the two women elevated above the war-torn ground.
"Is she… seriously singing right now?" Natasha muttered after climbing out from the rubble of a collapsed structure.
But something shifted.
The music didn't weaken morale.
It ignited it.
"So all you restless
Each night you hear the drums of war
Awaken, awaken
The voice begins to call you while you hunger
A taste of destiny you're searching for
Awaken, awaken
The fight is at your door, take up the cause"
The rhythm pounded like a war drum. The trumpet notes cut through the air like a battle cry. The piano built tension, anticipation—
It felt less like a concert…
And more like the soundtrack of destiny itself.
Meanwhile, Pepper noticed the unfamiliar women—especially Raviel, who seemed to be treating the battlefield like a stage before the end of the world.
She glanced at Tony. "Tony… who are they?"
Tony followed her gaze, watching the floating platform and the impromptu war performance.
"Oh. Them? They're… friends I met in the past," he said casually. "Long story. I'll explain after we're done saving the universe."
The ground trembled again.
Thanos' army roared, weapons raised.
But now—
They weren't alone anymore.
Steve stepped forward.
Broken shield strapped to his arm.
Mjolnir gripped tightly in his hand.
He looked across the assembled armies—Wakandans standing in formation, sorcerers forming glowing sigils, Guardians readying their weapons, Ravagers shouting battle cries, Asgardians raising their blades… and a singing goddess floating above them in the smoke-filled sky.
He took a slow breath.
"Avengers…" he called out, his voice steady, powerful, carrying across the battlefield.
A single beat of silence followed.
"…Assemble."
And the world exploded into motion.
"AAAAAHHHH!" Thor roared, charging forward as lightning crashed around him, Stormbreaker blazing with thunder.
The armies surged as one.
Magic flared in brilliant arcs of gold and orange.
Blasters fired in rapid streaks of light.
Steel clashed against alien alloy.
The battlefield became a storm of war.
And above it all—
Raviel's music changed.
The elegant trumpet and piano faded into something louder.
Heavier.
Electric guitars screamed to life.
Drums pounded like artillery fire.
The performance transformed into full rock.
Her voice rose stronger now, fierce and commanding.
"The night beckons while you dream
A life never lives in peace…"
Guitar riffs tore through the smoky air like battle cries.
"As you stand upon the edge
Woven by a single thread
And fate may fall down upon you
As the devil is knocking
Right at your door…"
Below her, warriors clashed in a sea of chaos.
Lightning struck the ground in blinding flashes.
Explosions rippled across broken earth.
"So all you restless
Each night you hear the drums of war
Awaken, awaken
The voice begins to call you while you hunger
A taste of destiny you're searching for
Awaken, awaken
The fight is at your door"
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The battle against Thanos' army erupted with unstoppable fury.
It wasn't just a clash.
It was a storm.
Outriders lunged forward in waves, screeching as they leapt across shattered concrete. Chitauri soldiers fired relentless energy blasts that lit the battlefield in violent flashes of blue. Sakaaran war beasts charged headfirst into defensive lines.
And the Avengers met them with equal force.
Wakandan warriors formed shields of vibranium, their chants echoing as they pushed forward in disciplined formation. Sorcerers opened blazing portals mid-air, redirecting enemy fire and dropping opponents from impossible heights. The Guardians fought with chaotic precision—blasters roaring, blades flashing.
Thor tore through entire ranks with bolts of lightning that split the sky.
Steve moved like a man possessed, broken shield and Mjolnir striking in perfect rhythm.
Tony soared overhead, unleashing repulsor blasts in rapid volleys.
Allen weaved through the chaos, spells firing from his wand in bursts of light—binding curses, explosive charms, shields forming and shattering in seconds.
The ground shook constantly.
Explosions thundered.
War cries mixed with Raviel's rock anthem echoing above it all.
Everywhere—
Steel met steel.
Magic met plasma.
Hope met annihilation.
Thanos' forces fought savagely, overwhelming in number and brutality.
But for the first time—
They were not facing a scattered resistance.
They were facing a united front.