Henry Kills the MCU: part 5 (chapter 117)
"Feel the powerlessness, Wanda," Henry mocked, watching her struggle. "This is how it ends for you."He intensified the chains' grip until Wanda's energy flared one last time before she went limp, the life drained from her body. Iron Man, enraged by the loss of his comrades, unleashed the full arsenal of his suit, missiles, lasers, and plasma beams converging on Henry in a symphony of destruction.
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But Henry was not impressed, using the Reality Stone to warp the space around him, creating a vortex that absorbed the attacks and redirected them back at Tony. The onslaught overwhelmed Iron Man's defenses, explosions ripping through his armor, tearing it apart piece by piece. Tony fell to the ground, gasping for air as he lay trapped beneath the smoking ruins of his suit.
Henry approached him, the Reality Stone glowing ominously. "For all your intelligence, Stark, you still couldn't see the bigger picture." Tony struggled to speak, blood trickling from his mouth as he whispered, "You… won't win… there are others…HIM, HE will not let you off" Henry laughed, a cold, heartless sound. "He'll share your fate."
With that, Henry conjured a flame within Tony's chest, a searing heat that burned from the inside out. Tony's screams were brief, his body incinerating from within until nothing remained but a smoldering husk. Iron Patriot, injured but still conscious, dragged himself toward Henry, trying to muster the strength for one last attack. Henry turned to him, almost bored. "I admire your persistence, Rhodes, but it's time to end this." He conjured a poison from his arsenal, a vaporous concoction that slithered toward Rhodes like a living entity. The poison entered Rhodes's suit, bypassing his filters and invading his lungs. Rhodes choked, gasping for air as the toxin ravaged his insides, his body convulsing in agony. The light in his eyes dimmed, and he collapsed, lifeless.
Henry stood amidst the carnage, the Fragment of the Reality Stone still glowing in his hand. He surveyed his handiwork, a chilling smile playing on his lips. The Avengers were broken, defeated by his hand, their legacy reduced to ashes. "Another victory, but its time to deal with sheild" he murmured to himself, turning away from the destruction.
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The atmosphere inside the S.H.I.E.L.D. Playground was eerie and foreboding. The once-bustling command center was now a hushed graveyard. The lifeless bodies of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents lay strewn across the ground, their faces pale and sunken, the essence of life cruelly drained from them.
The overhead lights flickered intermittently, casting long shadows across the room, while the hum of the machinery provided an unsettling backdrop to the chilling silence. It was a large open area, normally filled with the vibrant energy of operatives engaged in vital work, but now it felt like a tomb.
-scene change-
In the center of the room, a grim tableau unfolded: several of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s key members were tied to chairs, a tight circle of desperation. They included Phil Coulson, Skye or Daisy Johnson, Fitz, Melinda May, Mack, Lincoln, Audrey Nathan, Phil Coulson's love interest by henry account, Calvin who is Skye's father, Bobbi Morse, and Lance Hunter.
They awoke simultaneously,purposefully, their eyes flickering open to a nightmarish reality. Audrey and Calvin, the least familiar with such situations, were immediately disoriented and frightened. The others, however, trained operatives all, quickly assessed their predicament, even as a sense of dread settled in their chests.
"What the hell happened here?" Audrey murmured, her voice a mix of fear and confusion, before she laid her hands on phil, whom looked down out of shame, "this is either another nightmare, or you have some explaining to do" but phil was quite. "I don't know, but we need to stay calm," Lincoln said, trying to reassure her despite the gravity of their situation.
Henry walked around them slowly, his presence a constant, oppressive weight. The reality of their capture began to sink in. "Henry," Coulson said, his voice steady but carrying a hard edge. "What's your endgame here?"
Before Henry could respond, Calvin spoke up, panic in his voice. "What's happening—?" His words were cut off as Henry punched him across the face, the sound of the blow echoing in the room.
"No!" Skye yelled, her powers reacting instinctively to her emotions. The building shook slightly. Henry turned his gaze to her, a warning in his eyes. "Don't do that," he said simply, the menace in his tone needing no further elaboration.
May, whom knew she was henry's favourite, tried to reach him. "Henry, I know you're angry about what happened, about your crows. But—"
Henry's eyes flickered with something dark and unreadable as he cut her off. "Not really. I could have intervened, could have saved them. But I didn't. They outlived their usefulness, i don't really need anyone else aside from myself" he said coldly.
Coulson spat, "You're a monster. Just like HE said." Henry paused for a moment, unbothered by the insinuation, before focusing on May. "May, let's start with you, since you're my favorite." May scoffed, undeterred. "Please, then let these cuffs loose. Let's see what you've got."
Henry remained silent, instead reaching into his pocket to produce a golden sphere. A hologram flickered to life, showing an image of May's ex-husband. "You think killing him would hurt me?" May asked defiantly.
Henry smirked, changing the hologram to show her ex-husband transforming into a monstrous form. "He's an Inhuman. The one who keeps killing Inhumans, the one that chased you three out of the hospital," he said, pointing at Lincoln, Skye, and Mack.
The revelation hit like a gut punch, leaving them stunned and speechless. "But don't worry," Henry continued. "I'm not going to kill any of you with my own hands." He approached Skye, who tensed in her chair. "What are you doing?" she demanded, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and fear. Henry didn't answer. Instead, he pulled out a small vial containing a swirling potion. With ruthless efficiency, he forced her mouth open and poured the potion down her throat.
"Ugh, what did you feed me?" Skye choked out, panic rising in her voice. The room began to vibrate subtly, and then a soft pulse emanated from Skye, expanding outward like ripples in a pond. "Skye?" Lincoln called out, concern etched on his face. Skye's voice was shaky, her eyes wide with fear. "I... I can't control it," she stammered. The realization hit them all like a cold wave. "Henry, you don't have to do this," May said urgently.
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A/N so, its sheilds time and i want you to guess how they would die.
A: poisoning
B: burned alive
C: something else(what?)