Chapter 29: Portal

With his suit firmly secured, Tony's expression turned determined as he effortlessly stabilized himself midair. He swiftly ascended back to the rooftop, his gaze locked onto Loki, who stood there, seemingly unfazed. But Tony had other plans.

Raising his arm, Tony unleashed a powerful blast from his suit, propelling Loki forcefully back into the building. The impact sent Loki sprawling, momentarily stunned.

As Tony prepared to confront the God of Mischief, a surge of energy erupted from the machine on the rooftop, causing the sky to crack open with a massive portal. His eyes widened at the sight, realizing the dire consequences of this unexpected turn.

In disbelief, Tony watched an army of bizarre creatures spilling out from the portal, swarming the area with their menacing presence. The gravity of the situation became painfully clear as the chaotic battle for Earth's survival loomed overhead.

"Right, an army..."

Tony's frown deepened as he assessed the overwhelming threat before him. With a grim determination, he brushed off Loki's presence and soared towards the portal, ready to confront the invading army head-on.

Engaging the Chitauri forces, Tony unleashed a barrage of repulsor blasts, taking down several of their ranks. Yet, he quickly realized that his individual efforts were insufficient against the sheer numbers pouring through the portal.

The Chitauri relentlessly advanced, their relentless assault wreaking havoc upon the city below. Their guns discharged, unleashing chaos and panic among the terrified civilians who screamed in terror.

The once peaceful streets were now consumed by the chaos of battle, with buildings crumbling and the sky ablaze with destructive energy. The situation grew increasingly dire as wave after wave of enemy armies emerged from the ominous portal, threatening to overrun the city.

Meanwhile, on their old motorcycle, Bruce and Alex raced through the city streets, their attention captured by the unexpected sight of a colossal portal materializing in the heart of the metropolis.

"What the hell is going on?" Bruce voiced his confusion, his eyes widening at the sight before them.

"Son of a bitch!"

Cursing vehemently, Alex grimaced, clutching his head in agony.

His heightened senses, including his enhanced hearing, rendered him acutely aware of the escalating chaos unfurling around them. The cacophony of screams, explosions, and the crumbling of structures assaulted his ears, intensifying his discomfort.

The sheer magnitude of the unfolding disaster was overwhelming, further fueling their urgency to respond.

"What's happening?" Bruce inquired, his worry evident in his voice.

"That bastard unleashed an army. The city's in complete chaos," Alex explained, frustration lacing his words.

He shook his head vigorously, attempting to alleviate the pounding headache caused by the overwhelming influx of sensory information.

Realizing they needed to take swift action, Alex swiftly made a decision. "We should split up. I'll focus on evacuating more people. You handle... whatever's causing all this."

Before Bruce could react, Alex abruptly leaped off the motorcycle, disappearing into the chaos-filled streets.

"Wait!" Bruce called out in a mixture of concern and exasperation. However, with Alex already gone, Bruce could only release a tired sigh, feeling the weight of the impending task that lay before him.

"I suppose he's headed towards the city," Bruce muttered, his grip tightening on the motorcycle's handlebars.

With a slight twist of the throttle, the old bike rumbled to life, accelerating steadily as Bruce aimed to reach the heart of the chaos as quickly as possible.

Despite the uncertainty and a tinge of fear coursing through him, Bruce found solace in familiarity.

He didn't need to exert control; he merely needed to unleash the dormant power within. As the wind rushed against his face, he knew he could rely on his tried-and-true method to face the incoming armies head-on.

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The scene was filled with unrelenting chaos as the city struggled to regain control. Additional officers swarmed the area, desperately trying to evacuate the terrified civilians. Their efforts, although valiant, were barely able to keep up with the agitated crowd, yet they persisted, guiding people away from the unfolding battlefield.

Amidst the chaos, Tony soared through the sky, engaged in a relentless battle against the ceaseless onslaught of Chitauri warriors. Each enemy he took down seemed to be replaced by another, but he fought on, determined to protect the city.

Meanwhile, Loki stood confidently on the Stark Tower, a mischievous smile playing on his lips as he observed the unfolding events.

In the midst of this turmoil, a sleek jet streaked through the sky, swiftly approaching the tower. Loki's amusement flickered in his eyes as he watched the jet gracefully circle the building, its presence added a new dimension to the unfolding conflict.

Inside the jet, Clint focused his gaze on Loki, a smile spreading across his face as he turned to Natasha.

"You saw him, Nat?" he asked, his voice filled with a mix of determination and excitement.

"Yeah," Natasha, sitting in the co-pilot seat, nodded in response.

Her eyes flickered with steely resolve as she swiftly handled the controls, preparing herself for the impending confrontation.

Beside them, Steve remained silent, his expression solemn and unwavering. He kept his eyes fixed on Loki, his mind focused on the task at hand. He knew the gravity of the situation and the importance of stopping Loki's sinister plans.

As Loki prepared to unleash his power upon the jet, Clint's eyes narrowed, his fingers instinctively reaching for the ejection seat button. He was ready to take evasive action, anticipating the imminent danger.

Yet, before Clint could act, Loki aimed his scepter directly at them, causing Clint's gaze to intensify further. His hand hovered over the button, his body tense and prepared for any sudden movement.

But suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck Loki, electrifying the air. Clint's eyes widened in surprise as he watched Loki get hurled backward, his triumphant smile replaced by a stunned expression.

"Loki! Put an end to this madness!"

Simultaneously, a raging scream followed as a figure descended onto the balcony, landing beside Loki with a forceful impact that shook the ground.

Unfortunately for Clint and his companions, the energy blast was still unleashed despite the lightning interfering with Loki's aim. It struck the jet's wings, causing the aircraft to veer off balance, its engines struggling to maintain stability as it plummeted toward the ground.

"Brace yourselves! We're going down!" Clint's voice rang out urgently over the commotion inside the jet. The realization hit him hard—the impact had rendered the ejection seat system inoperative, leaving them with no escape route.

As the jet hurtled through the sky, Clint and the others clenched their teeth, bracing for the imminent collision with the ground.