A roar of engines drowned him out. Banner pulled up on a battered motorbike, his glasses askew, surveying the apocalypse with a scientist's detached horror.
"So, this all seems horrible," Banner said, shaking his head.
Natasha shot him a wry smile. "I've seen worse."
"Sorry," Banner apologize.
"No, we could—use a little worse," Natasha replied, her tone light but her eyes serious.
Captain America raised his voice into his earpiece. "Stark, we got him. Just like you said."
Inside the helmet of Iron Man, Tony's voice echoed. "Then tell him to suit up. Me and transformer-boy are bringing the party to you."
Tony streaked around a skyscraper, repulsors flaring. The Leviathan's shadow swallowed the street, its armored bulk screeching as it plowed through steel and glass. Beneath it, Ben's BMW—Ariana—weaved like a predator, turrets blazing drifting into viw engine roaring and guns firing racing towards the team.
Natasha's voice trembled slightly. "I don't see how that's a party."
****
Tony dove low, steering the Leviathan toward the ground with surgical precision. Smoke and fire streaked the sky as his repulsors flared, weaving through the wreckage of a dying city.
Below, from the belly of the beast's shadow, Ariana screamed into the open—Ben's BMW M3 GTR bursting forward like a predator unleashed. The car's sleek frame shimmered beneath dust and bloodstreaked sunlight. Inside, Ben's gloved fingers clenched around the wheel, knuckles tight, eyes sharp.
The Leviathan's armored underbelly scraped the tops of ruined cars, kicking up a storm of sparks, shattered glass, and pulverized pavement. Its roar drowned out sirens, screams, everything.
Ben's voice crackled over the comms, half adrenaline, half sarcasm:
"Stark, you're gonna owe me a paint job after this!"
Tony grunted, ducking debris. "Focus on not becoming alien roadkill, Tennyson!"
Ben pressed down the turbo switch on the side of the gear box handle.
Ariana shrieked forward like a bullet from a railgun. The M3's reinforced frame tore through a line of abandoned vehicles, metal crumpling like paper. The acrid stench of scorched rubber and gasoline filled Ben's helmet as the speed pressed him into his seat.
Up ahead, through the haze, Bruce Banner stepped forward—unhurried, eerily calm. Flames danced in the shattered windows around him. Chitauri fell from the sky like burning hail.
"Doctor Banner!" Cap called sharply over the roar. "Now might be a really good time for you to get angry."
Bruce didn't stop walking. His voice calm. "That's my secret, Cap…" He paused, looking over his shoulder with a haunted look eyes.
"I'm always angry."
In the same instant, inside Ariana the Omnitrix chirped on Ben's wrist, its core flaring with brilliant green. Fully recharged.
"Perfect timing," he muttered, the glow painting his wrist. A grin spread beneath his helmet.
"Showtime."
With a growl, Bruce's veins pulsed emerald. His skin flushed green as his clothes tore and bones shifted violently. The transformation ripping through him like a volcanic eruption—unleashing the Hulk in a burst of raw power. As Hulk fist shot forward, at the same time Ben turned the stirring wheel hard, drifting around Hulk. Ariana's tires screaming against the pavement in a flawless arc. As Hulk's massive fist rocketed forward—
Then—
BOOM!
Flesh met metal. The Leviathan's forehead crumpled like tin under Hulk's punch, its howl of agony echoing through the ruins. Its armored skull split as its massive frame flipped upward, tail and spine whipping back across the street. Chunks of alien plating crashed down, revealing slick gray muscle beneath.
Ben didn't flinch.
With the timing of a stunt driver and the precision of a fighter pilot, he ejected through Ariana's sunroof—flipping mid-air a the Omnitrix already activated.
KRAK!
Green energy surged from Ben's wrist.. His body morphed—ice-blue skin, spectral wings, glowing eyes. Big Chill erupted from the energy field, wings snapping wide as he caught the air.
Before phasing straight into the Leviathan's corpse.
Inside, the stench of alien guts hit like a hammer: copper, bile, and something worse. Big Chill didn't pause. Frost hissed from his claws, spiraling through the Leviathan's ruptured organs. Ice spiderwebbed through its insides, locking tissue in crystalline death.
The entire corpse groaned, armor creaking as the temperature plummeted from within. Joints seized. Cavities froze. The dying Leviathan trembled under the frostbite of its own end.
Outside, Tony's targeting locked on. "Ben, you beautiful snowflake—MOVE!"
Big Chill exploded from the other side just as a missile roared in behind him.
KA-THOOM!
The frozen Leviathan shattered into a million glittering shards, cascading through the air like razor-edged diamonds. The street lit up as debris rained down.
Barton rolled into cover as shrapnel slammed into nearby cars. Thor stands taking the blast, raising Mjolnir to deflect a chunk of frozen spine. Cap shielded Natasha with his body as the shockwave passed.
The Chitauri cry out. As the smoke clears.
The Avengers stood in a loose circle, ringed by ruin and glistening alien gore.
Hulk roars, veins pulsing with an emerald glow. Hawkeye reloaded. Thor spun his hammer, lightning licking his shoulders. Natasha checked her pistols, steely-eyed. Iron Man landed hard, armor scorched and smoking. Big Chill descended from above, wings slowing as he touched down lightly beside Hulk.
Mist coiled around his form. His wings folded inward, cloaking him like a phantom in a frozen robe. A puff of cold breath escaped his mouth.
Ben's voice, low and ghostly, broke the silence. "Next time, you play ice sculptor. Tony. "
Hulk sniffed and grumbled, "Cold. Annoying."
Big Chill smirked behind his translucent mask. "Awh... Is the walking radiator afraid you'll catching a cold?"
Hulk snorted, nostrils flaring, fists curling in annoyance.
Above, Loki loomed on the edge of a building rooftop, gazing below, eyes glinting with icy disdain.
"Send the rest," he commanded.
The sky screamed.
More Leviathans burst from the portal, their howls drowned by the screeching engines of Chitauri chariots behind them—a swarm of metallic hornets spilling into the world.
Natasha's voice was tight. "Guys?"
Tony's voice came through the comms, sharp and calm. "Call it, Cap."
Captain America didn't blink. He stepped forward, voice clear and commanding.
"All right, listen up. Until that portal's closed, we contain this fight."
He pointed to the right. "Barton, rooftop. I want eyes up. Call patterns. Flag anything heading for civilians. Stark, you've got perimeter duty. Anything more than three blocks out, you turn it back—or turn it to ash."
Barton gave a quick nod. "Wanna give me a lift?"
Iron Man grinned. "Better clench up, Legolas."
Iron Man grabs Barton and flies him up to the top of a building, then flies off.
"Thor—bottleneck the portal. Slow them down. Use lightning. Light the bastards up."
Thor nodded, swing Mjölnir flying skyward.
Cap turned to Big Chill. "Tennyson—crowd control. Flank the strays. Keep them off Barton and the civilians."
Big Chill inclined his head. "Roger that, Captain." His wings unfolded, and he soared upward, leaving a trail of icy mist. Wherever he flew, chitauri turned to frozen sculptures—locked mid-attack in permanent front.
Cap turned to Natasha. "You and me, we hold the line."
Then to Hulk. Their eyes met.
"And Hulk…"
Hulk glanced over.
Cap pointed at the battlefield.
"Smash."
Hulk grinned wide—then leaps off. The ground cracked under his feet as he leapt from the street into the air, crashing into a squad of chitauri scaling a nearby building. Alien bodies flew like rag dolls. Hulk roars, smashing, tossing, obliterating them.
Thor lands at to the top of the Chrysler building and summons a bolt of lightning. He sends it shooting out towards the portal, taking out warriors and Leviathan.
Above them, the sky boiled with war. But Earth had its defenders.
HELICARRIER – BRIDGE
Nick Fury stood at the center of the command deck, his one good eye fixed on the live news feeds of the chaos unfolding in New York. His expression was unreadable—stoic, cold, but behind it burned a storm of tension and urgency. Monitors flickered with images of alien invaders, crumbling buildings, and the Avengers fighting for every inch of ground.
Agent Maria Hill approached with measured steps, tablet in hand. "Sir. The World Security Council is on the line."
Fury didn't look at her right away. His jaw clenched slightly as the words settled in. With a sharp exhale through his nose, he lifted a hand and shut off the main display of the battle. The footage vanished in a flicker, leaving only the low hum of machinery and the distant tension in the air.