Marvel 616X

The cold winds of Latveria whipped across the rooftop of Castle Doom as Albedo stood before the remaining members of his team. The night was clear, the stars scattered above offering a deceptive tranquility. Around him were Thor, Wanda Maximoff, Tony Stark, and Peter Parker—each of them reflecting a mixture of determination and weariness. Their numbers had been drastically reduced, with Polaris, Scarlet Spider (Kaine), A-Bomb, Jean Grey, Luke Cage, and Winter Soldier captured by The Maker.

Albedo stepped forward, the glow of the Ultimatrix on his wrist casting faint shadows on the stone. He cleared his throat, the wind carrying his voice across the rooftop.

"This is it," he began, his tone firm but not without a hint of somberness. "We've planned for weeks, and we've prepared for every possible contingency. When The Maker starts his execution tomorrow, we make our move."

Doom stood slightly behind him, silent, his green cloak billowing in the wind. Albedo gestured to the group as he continued.

"Doom will take control of the world's network and release Nick Fury's files. The truth about The Maker will be laid bare for everyone to see—his crimes, his manipulations, his lies. That will send him and his forces scrambling to regain control of the situation."

Thor, standing tall with Stormbreaker resting across his back, let out a low hum of approval. "Thy strategy is sound, Albedo. And whilst The Maker is occupied, what role dost thou require of us?"

Albedo nodded. "While I approach The Maker and draw his attention, the four of you will focus on freeing our captured allies. Polaris, Scarlet Spider, A-Bomb, Jean Grey, Luke Cage, Winter Soldier—they're counting on us."

Peter stepped forward, his mask pulled back to reveal his thoughtful expression. "You really think we can pull this off? Those holding cells are built for the worst of the worst, and The Maker's people won't just let us walk in and take them."

"That's exactly why I need you," Albedo said. "The Maker will focus everything he has on me. That's your opening to get in, disable the defenses, and get them out."

Wanda crossed her arms, her crimson aura flickering faintly. "And you? What happens when he's done playing with you?"

"I'll draw him into a portal to Latveria," Albedo explained. "Doom and I will take him down together. With his forces scattered and his network in chaos, it's our best shot."

Tony adjusted the gauntlet on his arm, his voice calm but resolute. "It's a bold play. If we execute this right, it might just work. But what if something goes wrong?"

Albedo's gaze hardened as he met Tony's. "We adapt. We don't stop. The Maker thrives on control. If we can throw him off, even for a moment, we can change the game."

Thor stepped forward, placing a hand on Albedo's shoulder. "Thou art placing thyself in great peril, friend Albedo. But thy resolve is clear. We shall not falter in our task."

Peter sighed, glancing at Tony and Wanda. "We've made it this far. We might as well see it through. Besides, we owe it to the ones he's taken."

Wanda's expression softened, but her voice remained sharp. "This isn't just about them. This is about making sure he doesn't hurt anyone else. Ever."

Doom finally spoke, his deep voice cutting through the tension. "This plan hinges on absolute precision. There is no room for hesitation. If any of you fail, The Maker will exploit it without mercy."

Tony gave a small smirk, his voice light but confident. "Well, no pressure then. Just another day saving the world."

Albedo gave a faint smile but quickly refocused. "Tomorrow isn't just about saving our friends. It's about showing the world who The Maker really is. He thrives on control, but we're going to take that away from him."

The wind howled across the rooftop as the group fell silent, the weight of the mission settling heavily on their shoulders. Albedo swept his gaze across the team, taking in their resolve. They had suffered losses, but they still stood—ready to fight for those they had lost and for the future.

"We've come this far," Albedo said, his voice steady. "Let's finish this."

Doom stepped forward, his green cloak flowing with the cold Latverian wind. His armored hands moved deftly over an intricate magical console, summoning an arcane portal that began to swirl with vibrant, otherworldly energy. The group stood silently as the portal grew, its edges sparking with power.

Albedo stepped closer to the glowing gateway, his eyes narrowing as he adjusted the Ultimatrix on his wrist. "This is it," he said, his voice low but steady. "Stick to the plan. We only get one shot at this."

Thor placed a firm hand on Albedo's shoulder, his expression resolute. "Go with courage, friend Albedo. Thou shalt not face him alone for long."

Peter gave him a small nod. "We've got your back. You just make sure The Maker's focused on you. We'll handle the rest."

Wanda crossed her arms, her crimson aura flickering faintly. "And don't do anything reckless. We're all counting on you."

Albedo smirked faintly, though his gaze didn't leave the portal. "When am I ever reckless?"

Tony chuckled lightly but didn't respond, his confident demeanor hiding the concern in his eyes. Doom, silent but commanding, gestured toward the portal. "Go now, Albedo. The longer you linger, the stronger The Maker's position becomes."

Without another word, Albedo stepped through the swirling energy. The portal pulled at him, disorienting yet purposeful, and within moments, he emerged onto the rooftop of a massive skyscraper overlooking the heart of the execution site.

The air was tense, filled with the murmur of thousands of voices below. Albedo crouched near the edge of the rooftop, taking in the scene before him. The Maker had orchestrated an exaggerated spectacle, one designed not just to execute his prisoners but to reinforce his iron grip on the world.

Massive monitors displayed the faces of the captured: Polaris, Scarlet Spider, A-Bomb, Jean Grey, Luke Cage, and Winter Soldier. They were bound in advanced restraints, positioned on raised platforms like trophies. Armed guards and Avengers surrounded them, and The Maker stood at the center, his imposing figure dominating the stage.

Albedo's jaw clenched as he watched The Maker step forward, his amplified voice ringing out across the plaza. "Today, the world will witness the price of rebellion," he declared, his tone commanding and theatrical. "These individuals, once considered heroes, sought to defy the order we've built together. They chose chaos over peace, destruction over unity."

The crowd below, carefully chosen to ensure loyalty, cheered and applauded on cue. Albedo could feel his frustration bubbling beneath the surface, but he forced himself to focus. He activated the small communicator embedded in his suit, his voice a quiet murmur.

"I'm in position," he said. "Doom, get ready to release the files."

"Understood," Doom's voice replied, calm and measured. "The moment he begins his final act, the truth will flood the network."

Albedo's crimson eyes narrowed as he watched The Maker raise a hand, signaling the beginning of the execution. His fingers hovered over a control panel, and the screens began to display fabricated crimes and confessions from the prisoners. Albedo's fists clenched.

"This ends now," Albedo whispered to himself, readying the Ultimatrix. The plan was in motion, and there was no turning back.

The grand plaza erupted into chaos as Doom's hack took effect. Massive screens that had moments ago displayed The Maker's carefully constructed propaganda now blared damning evidence against him. Nick Fury's files flashed one by one, revealing the truth behind The Maker's manipulations, crimes, and lies. The crowd's cheers turned to gasps and murmurs of confusion, fear, and anger.

The Maker's calm, commanding demeanor cracked, his head snapping toward his gathered subordinates. "Shut it down!" he barked, his voice sharp and urgent. "Now!"

Around him, his allies scrambled. Obadiah Stane, encased in a new iteration of his Iron Man armor, began typing furiously into a wrist-mounted console. Captain Marvel and Blue Marvel took defensive positions near The Maker, their eyes scanning the skies for threats. "Thor," the imposter wielding Mjolnir, floated a few feet off the ground, lightning crackling around him as he waited for orders.

Ross, the Red Hulk, stood bristling with heat, his molten-red skin glowing ominously. Magneto and his X-Men—Cyclops, Goblin Queen (Madelyne Pryor), Wolverine, Ice Man, Storm, and Cable—spread out, their expressions a mixture of confusion and anger. Magneto, standing at the center of his team, looked up at the screens, his face contorted with a mixture of rage and doubt.

"This is… lies," Magneto growled, his hands curling into fists. His voice carried an edge of uncertainty as his gaze lingered on the damning evidence displayed on the screens. "Explain this!"

The Maker turned to him, his voice tight. "Fabrications from our enemies. Fury's records have been tampered with. Do not falter now, Magneto."

Before Magneto could respond, another voice cut through the chaos.

"Or maybe it's the truth you've been trying to ignore."

All heads turned upward as Albedo made his entrance, standing atop the raised stage platform, silhouetted against the massive screens. The Ultimatrix glowed faintly on his wrist, and his crimson eyes swept over the gathered forces below him. His tone was calm but carried an unmistakable edge of defiance.

"Let's see who you've managed to bribe or fool into joining your little club," Albedo said, his voice echoing across the plaza. He turned his gaze directly to Magneto. "And then there's you, Erik. The so-called protector of mutants. Tell me, how does it feel to be The Maker's pawn?"

Magneto's gaze snapped to Albedo, his eyes narrowing. "Watch your tongue, boy. You know nothing of what I've sacrificed for my people."

"Don't I?" Albedo countered, stepping closer to the edge of the platform. "I know you've been lied to. Manipulated. The Maker promised you a future for mutants, but what has he really given you? He keeps your family broken, keeps you fighting his battles, and keeps Xavier's dream buried beneath your guilt."

Magneto's fists clenched, his magnetic aura flaring faintly around him. "You think you understand me? What I've endured? The Maker saved me when I was a child, gave me a purpose—"

"The Maker used you, Erik," Albedo interrupted, his voice sharp. "He needed a face for the mutant cause, someone to rally the masses while he pulled the strings behind the scenes. Look at the evidence. Look at what he's done to your family. To Wanda. To Pietro."

Cable's glowing eye narrowed as he stepped forward, his gruff voice cutting in. "What are you talking about?"

Cyclops glanced at Magneto, uncertainty flickering across his face. "Is there any truth to this?"

Magneto's face twisted in conflict as his gaze flickered between Albedo, The Maker, and the screens. "I trusted him… I trusted him to help us."

"And look where that trust has gotten you," Albedo said, his voice softening slightly. "Your family is in ruins, your people are enslaved to SHIELD, and Xavier's legacy is twisted beyond recognition. Join me, Erik. Help me stop him, and together, we can build something real."

The magnetic field around Magneto crackled with intensity as he turned toward The Maker, his expression unreadable. For a moment, the plaza seemed to hold its breath.

Finally, Magneto's voice cut through the silence. "I'll help you, Albedo. But only because I've seen enough to know you might be right."

Cyclops stepped forward, his tone laced with doubt. "Magneto, wait. If we go against The Maker now, it could destroy everything we've built."

Goblin Queen raised an eyebrow, her crimson eyes flickering with curiosity. "And who's to say this one's any better than The Maker? I think I'll stay where the power is."

Wolverine's claws extended with a sharp snikt. "You go with him, Magneto, you're on your own."

Storm folded her arms, her gaze heavy with disappointment. "We trusted you, Erik. And now you're abandoning us for this?"

Cable stepped back, his weapon raised slightly in uncertainty. "You're making a mistake."

Magneto turned to his team, his face filled with a rare mixture of sorrow and resolve. "I cannot force you to follow me. If you wish to stay blind to his lies, that is your choice. But I will not be a pawn any longer."

As Magneto moved to Albedo's side, his X-Men hesitated, their loyalty to The Maker holding firm. The plaza erupted into chaos once more as The Maker's forces moved to attack, but Magneto raised a hand

The Maker stood at the center of the chaos, his calm façade crumbling as the screens continued to display Nick Fury's files. Every accusation, every piece of evidence, every revelation cut deeper into his image. The murmurs from the crowd turned into gasps of disbelief, then outright cries of outrage.

"This is a fabrication!" The Maker's voice boomed, his composure cracking. "A desperate attempt by insurgents to undermine the order we've built together. Lies, doctored footage, nothing more!"

His allies exchanged uneasy glances, even Magneto's former X-Men—Cyclops, Wolverine, Goblin Queen, Ice Man, Storm, and Cable—looking uncertain as they processed the damning evidence. The crowd, however, wasn't buying it. Cries of "Liar!" and "Traitor!" erupted from the masses. The control The Maker had so carefully constructed was unraveling before his eyes.

Albedo stood tall beside Magneto on the battlefield, the two of them facing down The Maker and his amassed forces. "Face it, Maker," Albedo called out, his voice cutting through the chaos. "Your time's up. The world sees you for what you are—a manipulator, a liar, and a tyrant."

The Maker's face twisted in fury. "You think you've won?" he spat. "You think you've exposed me? This is my world, Albedo! My design! You're nothing more than an anomaly, a pest to be eradicated."

He slammed a button on his wrist-mounted device, and the ground beneath them rumbled ominously. His voice grew colder, dripping with venom. "If the people cannot see the future I've built, then I'll show them the price of their ignorance."

Portals ripped open across the plaza, and chaos spilled forth.

The first portal erupted with soldiers, heavily armed and glowing with a sickly green hue. At the center of the group stood Bruce Banner, his form twisted and grotesque as he led a squad of super-soldiers injected with the Hulk serum. His voice, now guttural and distorted, echoed across the battlefield. "Time to show the world what we've been working on."

Another portal flared to life, and a massive, terrifying figure emerged. Onslaught—Apocalypse's consciousness fused with Xavier's body—towered over everyone. His glowing, twisted visage bore down on the crowd, and Magneto froze in horror.

"No…" Magneto whispered, his voice trembling. "Charles?"

Onslaught turned his glowing eyes toward Magneto, his voice an eerie blend of Apocalypse's growl and Xavier's calm. "The future belongs to the strong, Erik. And you have chosen weakness."

The ground quaked again as another structure began to rise from beneath the plaza. A towering machine, its design sleek and alien, began to emerge. The crowd screamed and scattered as the massive device completed its ascent.

"CEREBRO," Albedo muttered, his voice filled with dread. He'd heard stories of Xavier's machine from other universes, but The Maker had turned it into something monstrous. Massive conduits glowed with psychic energy, and the machine hummed ominously as it activated.

The Maker stepped forward, his voice now laced with triumph. "You think you've turned the world against me? I'll turn the world into me. With this, I'll bring every mind under my control. Every defiant thought erased, every rebellious spark extinguished. This is the future you've chosen, Albedo."

Albedo's crimson eyes narrowed as he turned to Magneto. "You still have doubts?" he asked sharply.

Magneto's hands trembled as he stared at Onslaught, the familiar features of Xavier's face twisted into something unrecognizable. He drew a shaky breath before his resolve hardened. "No," he said, his magnetic aura flaring. "No doubts. The Maker will pay for this."

"Then let's finish this," Albedo said, activating the Ultimatrix. A brilliant green light flared as he transformed into Humungousaur, his massive form towering beside Magneto.

Onslaught stepped forward, his voice reverberating across the battlefield. "Erik, you will regret this."

"And you will regret taking Charles from us!" Magneto roared, sending a wave of metal debris hurtling toward Onslaught.

The battlefield erupted into chaos as the two heroes charged forward, the weight of the world on their shoulders. The Maker's forces surged toward them, but neither Albedo nor Magneto hesitated. Together, they would face whatever horrors The Maker had unleashed—and they would not back down.

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Magneto raised both arms, his magnetic aura crackling with raw energy. His face twisted with determination as he stared down Onslaught and his former X-Men. "I will not let you corrupt them further, Maker!" he roared, his voice echoing across the battlefield.

Onslaught stepped forward, his massive form radiating menace. "You cannot stop me, Erik. You've already failed."

"I will not fail again," Magneto snarled. With a sweep of his hands, he summoned an enormous wave of metal debris from the battlefield and the surrounding city. Cars, lampposts, chunks of buildings—all of it swirled around him in a cyclone of steel. Magneto focused all his power, creating a magnetic vortex around the X-Men and Onslaught.

Cyclops and Storm called out in confusion, their voices lost in the roar of Magneto's power. Wolverine clawed at the ground, trying to resist the pull, while Goblin Queen and Cable fought to stabilize themselves.

"Erik, stop this madness!" Cyclops yelled, his optic blast firing uselessly into the debris storm.

But Magneto didn't stop. With one final push, he hurled the vortex far into the distance, sending Onslaught and the X-Men hurtling through the air. A flash of light from Onslaught's psychic defenses illuminated the sky as they disappeared into the horizon.

Breathing heavily, Magneto turned back to Albedo, who had been holding his ground against several of The Maker's Hulk-enhanced soldiers. "Go, Albedo. This battlefield is yours now."

Before Albedo could respond, one of the hulks slammed into him with incredible force, sending him flying into a nearby building. The impact shook the ground, and rubble rained down around him.

Albedo groaned, pushing himself out of the crater left by the impact. He narrowed his crimson eyes at the hulks advancing toward him. His body shimmered briefly before transforming into Gravattack, his rocky, planetoid form radiating gravitational energy.

The hulks roared and charged him, their massive fists glowing with gamma energy. Gravattack floated upward, his armored surface glinting in the dim light. "You like smashing things?" Albedo growled, his deep, planetary voice resonating. "Let's see how you handle this."

He unleashed a wave of gravitational force, pulling the hulks toward him before slamming them into one another with a sickening crack. The soldiers struggled to regain their footing, but Gravattack's control over gravity kept them off balance.

The Maker, standing at the center of the battlefield, watched with a calculating expression. "Impressive," he muttered, activating his wrist device. "But predictable."

Gravattack turned toward him, his core glowing with intensity. "You don't look so confident anymore, Maker. Losing control of your narrative?"

The Maker smirked coldly. "Control is an illusion, one you'll learn the hard way." He gestured toward his remaining forces—Blue Marvel, Captain Marvel, Red Hulk, and "Thor"—and they surged forward, their combined might converging on Gravattack.

Albedo braced himself, his gravitational energy flaring as the true battle began.

Albedo floated mid-air in his Gravattack form, his gravitational energy pulsing with intensity. Blue Marvel and Captain Marvel charged him from opposite sides, their fists glowing with cosmic energy. At the same time, Red Hulk roared and leapt toward him, his molten-hot form a blur of destruction, while "Thor" summoned lightning, hurling bolts with calculated precision.

Gravattack spun swiftly, shifting the gravitational pull around him to send Red Hulk hurtling into Captain Marvel. The two collided mid-air, crashing into the ground with an earth-shaking impact. Albedo's rocky core shimmered as he redirected another gravitational wave, forcing Blue Marvel's trajectory off course and sending him skidding across the battlefield.

"Is that all you've got?" Albedo growled, his planetary voice booming across the plaza.

"Hardly," sneered The Maker, stepping forward. With a flick of his wrist, a swarm of drones emerged from the shadows, each bristling with weaponry designed to counter super-powered individuals. The drones opened fire, their precision-guided blasts forcing Albedo to move rapidly.

Lightning flashed as "Thor" descended from the sky, his hammer glowing with raw power. "Thou art a fool to face us alone!" the impostor roared, swinging Mjolnir toward Albedo with devastating force.

Albedo shifted into XLR8 in a flash, his super-speed allowing him to evade the strike. "Not alone," he muttered under his breath, dodging another blast from Blue Marvel.

But the relentless assault was wearing him down. The Maker watched, his eyes gleaming with cold calculation as his forces pressed Albedo further and further to the edge.

"You see, Albedo," The Maker taunted, stepping into the fray. "This is why you fail. You believe defiance equals strength. But against my design, you are nothing."

As The Maker raised his hand, preparing to strike Albedo with a blast of advanced weaponry, a massive portal suddenly erupted behind him. Out of it surged Albedo's reinforcements: Thor, Wanda Maximoff, Peter Parker as Spider-Man, and Tony Stark in his Ironheart suit. The group immediately engaged The Maker's forces, spreading chaos across the battlefield.

"Finally!" Albedo muttered, shifting back into Gravattack to slam Red Hulk into the ground with a gravitational wave. "Took you long enough."

Wanda's crimson energy swirled around her as she immobilized Captain Marvel mid-air. Thor charged "Thor," their weapons colliding in a thunderous clash of lightning and steel. Spider-Man darted through the chaos, webbing The Maker's drones and dismantling their weapons with precision strikes.

Meanwhile, Tony Stark hovered above, launching precision-guided missiles to clear a path toward the prisoners. "I'll handle the restraints!" he called out, his voice confident but focused.

As the reinforcements kept The Maker and his allies occupied, the captured prisoners—Polaris, Scarlet Spider, A-Bomb, Jean Grey, Luke Cage, and Winter Soldier—were freed one by one. Polaris stumbled slightly as she was released, but her magnetic powers flared immediately, pulling metal debris toward her to form a makeshift shield.

"About time," Scarlet Spider quipped, stretching his arms as he prepared to rejoin the fray. "Let's get to work."

The battle escalated as the freed prisoners joined the fight, turning the tide against The Maker's forces. Albedo, now back in his human form for a brief moment, locked eyes with The Maker across the battlefield.

"This ends here," Albedo said, his voice steady despite the chaos around him.

The Maker sneered, activating another device on his wrist. "No, Albedo. This is only the beginning."

The two charged at each other, the battlefield erupting into chaos as the final confrontation loomed.

The battlefield was pure chaos as Albedo, his team, and the freed prisoners clashed with The Maker's forces. Albedo, now locked on The Maker, charged through the fray with a laser focus, transforming into Cannonbolt mid-stride to plow through Red Hulk and Blue Marvel, sending them sprawling.

"You've caused enough damage, Maker," Albedo growled, his voice resonating from his transformed form. "It's time to end this."

The Maker smirked, calmly stepping back as his forces regrouped to shield him. "You think you can stop me? You're barely holding your team together."

Albedo didn't respond with words. He shifted back to his human form for a split second before seamlessly transforming into Feedback, absorbing the energy of an incoming blast from Captain Marvel and redirecting it into a concentrated beam aimed at The Maker. The Maker sidestepped the attack with practiced ease, but his smirk faltered.

"Focus on keeping him open!" Albedo shouted to his allies as he pushed forward.

Thor roared, clashing with "Thor" in the skies above. Their weapons collided, sending shockwaves across the battlefield. Below, Polaris flung debris and machinery at The Maker's drones, dismantling them one by one while Jean Grey used her telekinesis to block incoming projectiles aimed at Albedo.

Spider-Man darted through the chaos, tangling up Blue Marvel and Captain Marvel in webs before calling out, "Albedo, go! We've got this!"

The Maker's forces surged toward Albedo, but his team moved as one to protect him. A-Bomb slammed into Red Hulk with the force of a freight train, the two grappling in a titanic struggle. Wanda Maximoff sent a wave of chaotic energy toward Obadiah Stane's Iron Man suit, shorting out his systems and forcing him to retreat.

Albedo shifted into Gravattack, his planetary form emanating gravitational waves that repelled the remaining drones and threw several soldiers off their feet. "Enough!" The Maker barked, activating a device on his wrist that summoned a force field around him.

But Albedo was already moving, slipping past the field's edge as he transformed into XLR8. Using his immense speed, he darted behind The Maker, dodging another blast from the field's defenses. His allies provided cover, Polaris flinging sharp debris at the field to destabilize it while Spider-Man distracted The Maker with a flurry of webbing.

The Maker turned to face Albedo, irritation flickering across his usually calm face. "You're persistent, I'll give you that."

"And you're finished," Albedo retorted, activating the rune Clea had left him. A swirling portal to Latveria erupted in front of him.

The Maker's eyes widened, but before he could react, Albedo tackled him, forcing him through the portal.

"Doom, he's coming your way!" Albedo shouted as the portal consumed them both.

The battlefield remained a chaotic war zone even as Albedo and The Maker disappeared through the swirling portal to Latveria. The portal closed behind them with a thunderous crack, but the fighting didn't stop—The Maker's forces were still very much in play.

Spider-Man swung low to intercept a webline launched by a familiar opponent: O'Reilly Spider-Man, a twisted version of the hero he once admired. Scarlet Spider darted beside him, his voice sharp and annoyed. "Great. Just what we needed—one more Spider to deal with."

O'Reilly Spider-Man grinned beneath his blackened mask, his movements unnaturally fast as he lunged toward them. "You're not leaving this battlefield alive," he hissed, his tone venomous. "The Maker will have your heads."

Scarlet Spider dodged a venom-enhanced strike and flipped back. "I'm really tired of all these zealots," he muttered. "Let's take him down."

Spider-Man nodded, the two moving in perfect synchronization as they began their fight against the corrupted Spider.

Elsewhere on the battlefield, Wanda Maximoff's crimson aura flared as she faced down Blue Marvel. He stood firm, radiating raw cosmic energy. "You've made a mistake siding with them, Wanda," Blue Marvel said, his voice steady but tinged with disappointment. "This ends here."

Wanda's lips curled into a determined smirk. "No, this begins here," she retorted, her hands glowing with chaotic energy. She unleashed a wave of crimson force, clashing with Blue Marvel's radiant energy. The battlefield trembled under the intensity of their clash as the two unleashed their full power.

Nearby, Luke Cage squared off against Captain Marvel, the two trading heavy blows. Carol's energy-infused strikes sent shockwaves through the ground, but Luke's unbreakable skin absorbed the damage, his strength matching hers blow for blow.

"You're wasting your time, Cage," Captain Marvel said, her fists glowing. "This fight won't change anything."

Luke narrowed his eyes, stepping forward to deliver a powerful uppercut. "Funny. I was about to say the same thing to you."

The two continued their brutal melee, neither giving an inch as their strength pushed the limits of the battlefield.

On another front, A-Bomb faced off against Red Hulk, the two hulking figures locked in a titanic struggle. Ross's molten form glowed brightly, steam rising as his intense heat met A-Bomb's durable exterior.

"You don't know when to quit, do you?" Ross growled, his voice booming as he grappled with A-Bomb.

"Not really my style," A-Bomb shot back, headbutting Ross and sending him staggering. "You're going down, old man."

The two exchanged devastating blows, the ground beneath them cracking from the sheer force of their fight.

High above the battlefield, Thor clashed with "Thor," the imposter wielding Mjolnir. Their weapons collided, sending arcs of lightning and energy spiraling across the sky. Real Thor's enchanted armor glowed faintly as he fought with precision and strength, his every strike pushing the imposter back.

"Reveal thyself, impostor!" Thor bellowed, swinging Stormbreaker with force. "Thy deceit shall end here!"

"Thor" laughed mockingly, his strikes growing more desperate. "You won't live long enough to figure it out, Odinson."

The two continued their aerial duel, their battle shaking the heavens as the storm around them grew fiercer.

As the battles raged on, Albedo and The Maker emerged in Latveria, landing in the grand throne room of Castle Doom. The Maker immediately took a defensive stance, his mind already calculating his next move. Albedo straightened, his crimson eyes locking onto The Maker with unwavering focus.

"You don't have your lackeys here to save you now," Albedo said, his voice cold. "It's just you and me."

The Maker smirked, his wrist device glowing faintly. "You've made a grave mistake, Albedo. I've been preparing for this moment since the day you arrived in my world."

Albedo's body shimmered as he shifted into Chromastone, energy pulsating through his crystalline form. "Then let's see if you're as ready as you think you are."

The throne room echoed with the sound of their first clash as Albedo and The Maker began their ultimate confrontation, their fight threatening to determine the fate of the world. Meanwhile, the battlefield continued to rage, each hero fighting to turn the tide in their favor.

High above the chaos of the battlefield, lightning streaked across the sky as Thor and "Thor" clashed with deafening thunder. Each strike of their weapons sent shockwaves rippling through the air, scattering clouds and shaking the ground below. The storm raged with the ferocity of their duel, but Real Thor held his ground, his movements precise and deliberate.

"Thou art no bearer of Mjolnir," Thor growled, his voice booming like the storm around him. "Reveal thy deceit!"

The imposter smirked, swinging Mjolnir with surprising ease. "Thou art as predictable as ever, Odinson," "Thor" mocked, his tone eerily familiar. "Still clinging to honor, even as it leads thee to ruin."

Real Thor's eyes narrowed, his grip on Stormbreaker tightening. The imposter's voice carried more than bravado—it carried the unmistakable edge of manipulation. "Speak plainly, coward," Thor demanded, his voice cutting through the thunder. "Art thou the Trickster, Loki?"

At the mention of the name, the imposter's smirk grew wider. With a sudden flourish, his entire aura shifted. For a brief moment, a faint, greenish glow emanated from his form, and his tone dripped with venomous amusement. "At last, thou seest clearly," Loki's voice emerged, layered over the imposter's own. "This mortal is but a puppet, wielding thy power by my will."

Thor's jaw tightened as realization dawned. "Thou wouldst stoop so low, brother? To defile my name and my power by granting it to a mortal?"

The imposter—or rather, the human under Loki's control—laughed, the sound unnerving in its duality. "This mortal wanted strength, Odinson, and I was all too happy to grant it. A touch of thy power… and a touch of mine."

As if to punctuate the point, "Thor" swung Mjolnir in a wide arc, releasing a blast of lightning that crackled with an unnatural green tinge. Thor barely managed to deflect it with Stormbreaker, but the impact pushed him back several feet.

"You disgrace my father's name with thy games," Thor snarled, surging forward. He swung Stormbreaker in a deadly arc, the weapon glowing brightly as it connected with Mjolnir. Sparks flew, and the sound of the collision was deafening.

"Thor" staggered slightly, but Loki's voice within him remained confident. "Do not deceive thyself into thinking this mortal is weak. With my guidance, he wields power that rivals thine own."

Thor gritted his teeth, determination burning in his eyes. "I do not fight to rival thee, Loki. I fight to end thee!"

He pressed the assault, his strikes growing faster and more calculated. Stormbreaker's edge shimmered as it sliced through the air, each swing aimed with precision. The imposter fought back valiantly, but there was a clear difference in their skill. Thor's years of experience and mastery shone through, even as Loki's power bolstered his opponent.

But Loki wasn't finished. The imposter raised Mjolnir, and with a burst of green energy, he unleashed a wave of illusory copies of himself. The battlefield filled with dozens of "Thors," all wielding Mjolnir and surrounding the real Thor.

"Thy tricks grow tiresome!" Thor roared, slamming Stormbreaker into the ground. The weapon's enchantments released a surge of lightning that vaporized several of the illusions, but more appeared to take their place.

As the illusions closed in, Thor's sharp eyes caught the faint shimmer of Loki's magic around the true imposter. With a roar, he hurled Stormbreaker, the axe cutting through illusions like a comet. It struck the real "Thor," sending him spiraling to the ground below.

Thor descended after him, landing with a crash as the imposter struggled to his feet. Loki's voice was still present, but there was a crack of irritation in his tone. "Thou art persistent, brother."

Thor pointed Stormbreaker at him, his voice low and filled with righteous fury. "This ends now, Loki. Release this mortal and face me thyself."

The imposter faltered slightly, and for a brief moment, his own voice broke through. "Help me—" he began, before Loki's control tightened again.

Thor's expression softened briefly, but he raised Stormbreaker high, prepared to strike. "Then I shall free thee by force," he said grimly.

Their battle raged on, but Thor's determination to stop Loki and save the mortal beneath his control burned brighter than ever.

Thor steadied himself, Stormbreaker gleaming in the storm-filled skies as he squared off against the imposter. The mortal—empowered and controlled by Loki—staggered slightly but still wielded Mjolnir with terrifying strength. The two clashed again, their weapons sending arcs of lightning and energy rippling through the air.

Thor's sharp eyes tracked every movement of the imposter, searching for an opening. Something wasn't adding up. Each strike from the false Thor carried immense power, yet the mortal's stance was flawed, his movements less disciplined than Thor's own. It was almost as if the man wielding Mjolnir was struggling against it.

"Mjolnir does not bow to thy whims, Loki," Thor growled, parrying another heavy blow. "It chooses its bearer, and thou art not worthy."

The imposter's face twisted with a mixture of anger and desperation. Loki's voice, sharp and mocking, rang out. "Who says Mjolnir chooses anymore? This is no longer a matter of worthiness, Odinson. It is a matter of will, and I have bent this mortal's to mine."

Thor's eyes flicked to the hammer in the imposter's hand. The runes on Mjolnir glowed faintly, but the light was uneven, flickering as though in conflict with itself. Realization struck Thor like a bolt of lightning.

"It is not the mortal who holds Mjolnir," he said, his voice heavy with understanding. "It is Mjolnir that holds the mortal."

The imposter hesitated for a moment, his grip on the hammer tightening. For the first time, the man's voice broke through Loki's control. "Please…" he gasped, his voice strained. "I—I can't…"

Loki's magic surged, silencing the plea. "Thou art clever, Odinson," Loki spat through the imposter's mouth. "But it will avail thee nothing. This mortal is mine to command."

Thor's resolve hardened as he raised Stormbreaker. "If thou seek'st to use Mjolnir to enslave this man, then thou art more the fool than I thought. I shall break thy hold, Loki, and free him from thy treachery."

The imposter lunged again, swinging Mjolnir with reckless abandon. Thor parried with Stormbreaker, each clash of their weapons sending shockwaves across the battlefield. But this time, Thor's strikes were more precise, his movements deliberate as he aimed not for the mortal, but for the hammer itself.

"Do not think I take this lightly," Thor muttered under his breath as he deflected another blow. "But thou shalt not defile the legacy of Mjolnir any longer."

With a sudden burst of energy, Thor ducked under a wide swing and brought Stormbreaker down hard on Mjolnir's handle. The impact sent the imposter reeling, the hammer slipping slightly in his grip. The runes on Mjolnir flickered again, dimming briefly.

The man's voice broke through once more, desperate and pleading. "Help… me…"

Thor's eyes softened for a brief moment. "I shall," he said, his voice filled with determination.

Gathering his strength, Thor channeled the full power of his enchanted armor and Stormbreaker into his next strike. He aimed directly for Mjolnir, his blow ringing out like a thunderclap as it connected with the hammer's core. The force of the impact sent the imposter flying, and Mjolnir was knocked from his grasp.

The moment the hammer left his hand, the man collapsed to his knees, clutching his head. The green glow of Loki's magic began to dissipate, leaving the mortal dazed and confused. Mjolnir, meanwhile, lay inert on the ground, its runes dim and lifeless.

Thor approached cautiously, keeping Stormbreaker raised. The mortal looked up at him, his eyes filled with fear and relief. "I… I didn't want this," he stammered. "He made me…"

Thor nodded, extending a hand to help the man to his feet. "Thy will is thy own once more. Be at peace."

But before Thor could say more, Mjolnir began to glow faintly again. Loki's voice echoed ominously in the distance. "This is far from over, Odinson. Thou shalt regret thy mercy."

Thor gritted his teeth, watching as the hammer flickered with residual magic. He turned his attention back to the mortal. "Leave this place," he commanded. "Loki's grasp lingers, but it is weakened. I shall see this through."

The man nodded shakily, stumbling away from the battlefield as Thor turned his gaze back to Mjolnir. The storm around him began to calm as he prepared for whatever Loki had planned next.

Thor's gaze fell on Mjolnir, the once-mighty hammer now lying dormant in the rubble. He hesitated for a moment, feeling the faint, malevolent energy still emanating from it. Loki's influence lingered, a shadowy presence bound to the weapon. But Thor knew what had to be done.

"Thou hast tainted this sacred relic for too long, Loki," Thor muttered, stepping forward. He reached down, his fingers closing around Mjolnir's handle. The moment his grip tightened, a surge of dark magic shot through him, seizing his mind and pulling him into an ethereal realm.

Thor found himself standing in a void of swirling green and black energy, face-to-face with a towering projection of Loki. The Trickster God's grin was wide and mocking as he loomed over Thor, his form larger than life.

"Thou art a fool, brother," Loki said, his voice echoing ominously. "To think thou could reclaim what is lost. Mjolnir is mine now, and soon, so shalt thou be."

Thor stood firm, his expression unyielding. "Thou hast no claim over me, Loki. Thy deceit ends here."

Loki laughed, his voice dripping with condescension. "Thy pride blinds thee, Odinson. Thy weakness lies not in thy strength, but in thy heart. Thou hast always carried the weight of failure, and now it will break thee."

The void around Thor shifted, displaying scenes from his past—his banishment, the fall of Asgard, his father's death. Each memory struck like a blow, but Thor gritted his teeth, refusing to yield.

"I have faced my failures," Thor said, his voice steady despite the onslaught. "And I have risen above them. Thy illusions hold no power here, Loki."

Loki sneered, his form growing darker and more menacing. "Then let us see how thou fares against the full force of my will."

The Trickster God lunged, his essence attempting to overwhelm Thor's mind. But Thor's resolve burned brighter. He summoned the power within him, the divine spark that had never truly left. The storm surged through his veins, and he gripped Mjolnir tighter.

"This hammer was forged for the worthy," Thor declared, his voice booming like thunder. "And thou art not worthy, Loki."

With a mighty roar, Thor unleashed a surge of lightning that cut through Loki's essence, scattering the Trickster God's influence. The void shattered, and Thor found himself back on the battlefield, Mjolnir glowing brightly in his hand.

The storm above roared in response to his resurgence. Thor could feel his godly power coursing through him once more, amplified by both Mjolnir and Stormbreaker. He stood taller, the combination of the two weapons radiating an aura of unmatched strength.

But his victory was short-lived. A massive roar shook the battlefield as Bruce Banner's Hulk form emerged, accompanied by several of the Hulk Super Soldiers. Their massive frames rippled with gamma energy, their eyes filled with unbridled rage.

Thor turned to face them, his grip on Mjolnir and Stormbreaker tightening. "Thou wish to test the power of a god?" he said, his voice a mixture of challenge and determination. "Then come forth."

The Hulk charged first, his thunderous steps shaking the ground. The Super Soldiers followed closely behind, their combined might threatening to overwhelm Thor. But the God of Thunder stood his ground, his weapons crackling with energy.

As the first Hulk Super Soldier leapt toward him, Thor swung Mjolnir, the hammer connecting with a burst of lightning that sent the creature hurtling back. Another approached from his left, but Thor brought Stormbreaker down in a sweeping arc, cleaving through the ground and creating a shockwave that knocked the soldiers off balance.

Banner's Hulk barreled into Thor, their collision creating a deafening boom. The two titans grappled, the raw strength of the Hulk meeting the divine power of Thor. But with his newly regained strength, Thor pushed back, slamming Mjolnir into the Hulk's chest and sending him flying.

The Super Soldiers regrouped, their glowing eyes locking onto Thor. They charged again, but Thor was ready. He raised Mjolnir and Stormbreaker high, summoning a storm so fierce it darkened the battlefield. Lightning rained down, striking the soldiers with unrelenting force.

"I am Thor, son of Odin!" he roared, his voice carrying across the battlefield. "And thou shalt fall before my might!"

The battle raged on, each strike of Thor's weapons shaking the earth. The combined power of Mjolnir and Stormbreaker proved overwhelming, but the Hulk and his soldiers were relentless. Yet Thor's determination burned brighter, driving him to fight harder, knowing the fate of the world depended on his strength.

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Spider-Man and Scarlet Spider darted through the battlefield, weaving through explosions and debris as they pursued Ben Reilly. The twisted version of Spider-Man—clad in a blackened, sinister suit—leapt across the wreckage, his movements faster and more aggressive than either Peter or Kaine had ever seen.

"You really let yourself go, Ben!" Peter called out, webbing a piece of debris to launch himself forward. "What happened to all that brotherly bonding we used to do?"

Ben turned mid-air, firing a webline that Peter dodged easily. "Bonding? Don't make me laugh," Ben sneered, his voice dripping with venom. "All I've ever been is a shadow, a copy. I'm done playing second fiddle. This time, I'm the real Peter Parker."

"You're not Peter," Kaine growled, his tone sharp as he swung closer. "You're just a bitter clone with an inferiority complex."

Ben's expression twisted with rage. He lunged at Kaine, slamming him into a nearby piece of rubble. "And what are you, Kaine?" Ben hissed, raising a fist to strike. "You're a defective reject! A mistake that shouldn't even exist!"

Kaine barely managed to roll out of the way as Ben's fist cracked the concrete beneath them. Kaine countered with a brutal kick to Ben's midsection, sending him staggering back.

Peter swung in, landing between them. "Ben, you don't have to do this," he said, his voice firm but pleading. "You're not the enemy here. The Maker is using you."

Ben's laughter was harsh and hollow. "You don't get it, do you?" he snapped. "The Maker gave me a chance to step out of your shadow, to finally be something more. I'm not your backup anymore, Peter. I'm better."

"Better?" Peter's eyes narrowed beneath his mask. "You call this better? Betraying the people who care about you? Siding with a monster who's destroying the world?"

Ben's webline shot out faster than Peter anticipated, catching him across the chest and yanking him forward. "It's survival, Parker. Something you wouldn't understand." Ben swung a haymaker, but Peter managed to block it with a quick web-shield.

Kaine rejoined the fray, delivering a sharp uppercut that sent Ben flipping backward. "You talk too much," Kaine muttered, landing beside Peter.

The two brothers stood side by side, their postures tense but unified. Ben wiped his mouth, glaring at them with unbridled fury. "Fine," he spat. "If you won't stand aside, I'll take you both down."

Ben charged, his movements faster than before, enhanced by the Maker's experimental tech. Peter and Kaine split up, forcing Ben to divide his attention. Peter launched a flurry of webs to pin Ben down, while Kaine moved in for a close-quarters assault.

But Ben was relentless. He tore through Peter's webs with ease, countering Kaine's strikes with brutal efficiency. "You can't win," Ben snarled, catching Kaine's punch and twisting his arm. "I've surpassed you in every way."

"Good for you," Kaine shot back, delivering a headbutt that made Ben stumble. "Too bad I don't care about the whole clone thing. You've got issues, Ben."

Peter used the opening to fire another webline, wrapping it around Ben's legs and yanking him off balance. "You don't have to be like this, Ben," Peter said, his voice tinged with desperation. "You can still come back from this."

Ben roared in frustration, breaking free of the webbing with sheer force. "No, Parker. I don't want to come back. I want you gone!"

Kaine lunged, locking Ben in a grapple. The two tumbled to the ground, exchanging vicious blows. Peter hesitated for a moment, then fired a webline at a nearby generator. The electrical surge traveled through the webbing, shocking both Kaine and Ben.

Kaine rolled away, coughing but still conscious. Ben, however, lay sprawled on the ground, his suit flickering from the electrical discharge. "Nice shot," Kaine muttered, getting to his feet.

Peter approached cautiously, his webs ready. "Ben… it doesn't have to end like this."

Ben's eyes flickered open, his expression a mixture of pain and defiance. "You… don't get to decide that," he rasped, before firing a webline into the distance and retreating into the shadows.

Kaine moved to follow, but Peter held up a hand. "Let him go," Peter said quietly. "He made his choice."

Kaine scowled but relented, his fists clenching at his sides. "He'll be back."

Peter nodded grimly. "I know."

The two turned back to the battlefield, ready to rejoin their allies in the larger fight.

Scarlet Witch hovered above the battlefield, her crimson energy swirling around her like a raging storm. Across from her stood Blue Marvel, his calm and collected demeanor a stark contrast to the seething fury in Wanda's eyes. His radiant, cosmic energy pulsed faintly, making him a glowing beacon amidst the chaos.

"You don't deserve the power you wield," Wanda spat, her voice shaking with anger. "You're nothing more than a tool for The Maker's madness. How could you?"

Blue Marvel's expression remained neutral, but his tone carried a faint edge of condescension. "I did what was necessary, Wanda. For the greater good. The Maker's vision—"

"Is a nightmare!" Wanda screamed, releasing a wave of chaos magic that crashed into Blue Marvel's shield of cosmic energy. The collision sent shockwaves rippling across the battlefield, momentarily drawing the attention of the nearby combatants.

Blue Marvel steadied himself, his shield glowing brighter as it absorbed the force of Wanda's attack. "You only see the chaos," he said calmly. "But chaos must be contained for the world to survive. The Maker understands that."

Wanda's hands flared with energy, her fury growing with each word. "Contained? You call forcing people into submission 'containing chaos'? You've destroyed lives, murdered innocents, all in the name of his so-called 'vision.' And you stand there justifying it?"

Blue Marvel launched forward, closing the distance between them in an instant. His punch tore through the air, but Wanda vanished in a swirl of crimson light, reappearing several feet away. She retaliated with a blast of magic that struck his side, sending him skidding across the ground.

"You think I wanted to do those things?" Blue Marvel said, his voice rising slightly, betraying a crack in his calm facade. "You think I enjoyed them? I followed The Maker because he's right. The world is broken, and only someone with his brilliance can fix it."

Wanda advanced, her aura intensifying. "No. You followed him because it was easy. Because you were too much of a coward to stand up to him."

Blue Marvel's expression darkened. With a burst of energy, he flew toward her, his fists glowing with raw power. Wanda raised her hands, conjuring a protective barrier just in time to block his strike. The impact sent ripples through her shield, but she held firm, her teeth gritted.

"I chose the path of reason," Blue Marvel said through clenched teeth. "While you, Wanda, chose chaos. The destruction you caused—"

"Don't you dare lecture me about destruction!" Wanda shouted, her magic flaring violently. "Not after what you did to the mutants. To my people."

Blue Marvel hesitated for a fraction of a second, enough for Wanda to capitalize. She shattered her barrier, releasing a pulse of energy that knocked him off balance. She surged forward, her hands glowing with chaotic energy as she unleashed a flurry of attacks. Each strike pushed him back, her fury overwhelming his defenses.

"You stood by and let him experiment on children!" Wanda cried, her voice breaking as she struck again and again. "You let him use people like pawns in his sick games. You helped him do it!"

Blue Marvel grunted as one of her attacks broke through his shield, the magic searing his side. "And how many people have you hurt, Wanda?" he shot back, his tone sharper now. "How many lives were ruined because of your chaos magic? You don't get to play the martyr here."

Wanda froze for a moment, her chest heaving as memories of her own mistakes flashed through her mind. Blue Marvel took the opportunity to counter, releasing a powerful energy wave that sent her hurtling backward.

"I've made sacrifices," Blue Marvel said, his voice cold and unwavering. "Because someone has to. Someone has to take the burden of making the hard choices."

Wanda pulled herself up, her eyes blazing with anger and pain. "You didn't make hard choices," she said quietly, her voice trembling with rage. "You made cruel ones. And now, I'll make sure you pay for them."

She raised her hands, summoning an immense wave of chaos magic. The ground beneath them trembled as the energy surged toward Blue Marvel. He braced himself, his cosmic energy colliding with her magic in a blinding explosion of light and power.

The battlefield fell silent for a moment as the dust settled. Blue Marvel staggered, his once-pristine suit scorched and tattered. Wanda stood tall, her aura still blazing, her expression a mixture of triumph and sorrow.

"You were wrong," Wanda said, her voice steady now. "And you'll answer for everything you've done."

With a final wave of her hand, she unleashed a blast that sent Blue Marvel crashing to the ground, unconscious. Wanda lowered her hands, breathing heavily as she turned back to the chaos of the battlefield, her resolve stronger than ever.

Luke Cage stood firm, his unbreakable skin glinting under the battlefield's scattered lights. Across from him, Captain Marvel hovered slightly above the ground, her body radiating raw energy. Her gaze was steely, and her fists glowed faintly with cosmic power.

"Step aside, Cage," Carol said, her voice calm but commanding. "You're strong, but you're not invincible. Don't make this harder than it has to be."

Luke rolled his shoulders, cracking his neck. "Funny, I was about to say the same thing to you. But I'm guessing you're not the type to back down."

Captain Marvel narrowed her eyes. "I'm not."

"Good," Luke said, planting his feet. "Neither am I."

With a burst of speed, Carol shot toward him, her fist glowing with energy. Luke raised his arms just in time to block the hit, the force of the blow pushing him back a few feet but leaving him otherwise unharmed. Carol didn't let up, following with a rapid series of punches aimed at his midsection.

Luke grunted under the assault, but his unbreakable skin absorbed the impact. "Is that all you've got?" he taunted, throwing a powerful uppercut that Carol barely dodged.

"You're tough," Carol admitted, spinning mid-air to deliver a kick to his side. "But tough isn't enough."

Luke caught her leg, holding her in place for a moment before hurling her into a nearby container. The metal crumpled under her weight, but Carol shot back out almost immediately, unleashing a burst of energy that caught Luke off-guard and sent him skidding across the ground.

"Guess I hit a nerve," Luke muttered, shaking off the impact. He charged forward, closing the gap before Carol could fire another blast. His fist connected with her shoulder, sending her spinning through the air.

Carol recovered quickly, flipping mid-air to fire a concentrated beam of energy at Luke. He raised his arms to block, the beam scorching the ground around him but leaving his skin unharmed. "That tickles," Luke quipped, grinning through gritted teeth.

"You're really annoying, you know that?" Carol snapped, landing in front of him and delivering a powerful kick to his chest. Luke staggered but stayed upright, grabbing her leg and swinging her into the ground.

Before Carol could recover, a webline shot out, catching her wrist and yanking her back. "Need a hand, big guy?" Peter Parker's voice called out as he swung into the fray, Scarlet Spider following close behind.

"About time you two showed up," Luke said, grinning. "She's tougher than she looks."

"Yeah, we noticed," Scarlet Spider said, landing beside him. "But three's a crowd, right?"

Carol yanked against the webline, dragging Spider-Man closer. "Not a smart move," she said, delivering a backhand that sent Peter sprawling.

Scarlet Spider took the opportunity to leap onto her back, wrapping her in his arms and using his enhanced strength to pin her. "Got her!" he called, but Carol's energy flared, knocking him off.

"Thanks for softening her up," Luke said, stepping forward and delivering a massive punch to Carol's midsection. The impact sent her flying backward, crashing into another container.

Spider-Man swung in, firing several weblines to pin her down. "No offense, Carol, but I think you've met your match."

Carol struggled against the webbing, her energy flaring as she began to burn through it. Luke, Peter, and Scarlet Spider advanced together, their combined strength and strategy forcing Carol to stay on the defensive. Despite her power, the teamwork between the three began to overwhelm her, each attack coming from a different angle.

Finally, Luke landed a thunderous punch to her jaw, sending her crashing to the ground. Peter and Scarlet Spider followed up, firing webs to immobilize her arms and legs.

"You're tough, I'll give you that," Luke said, standing over her. "But you picked the wrong side."

Carol glared up at him, her energy fading as exhaustion set in. "You have no idea what you're doing."

"Maybe not," Luke admitted, "but I know we're not giving up."

With Carol neutralized, the three turned their attention back to the chaos of the battlefield, ready to help their allies in the fight.

A-Bomb faced off against Ross's Red Hulk, the two towering figures glaring at each other amidst the chaos of the battlefield. Heat radiated from Ross's molten form, the ground beneath him sizzling with every step he took. A-Bomb's armored, blue-scaled body gleamed in the flickering light of the ongoing fight.

"Rick," Ross growled, his voice heavy with disdain. "Still playing hero, huh? Thought you'd have learned your place by now."

Rick Jones—A-Bomb—snarled, clenching his massive fists. "My place? My place isn't in your shadow, Ross. And it's definitely not under The Maker's boot."

"You've always been weak," Ross spat, his molten eyes narrowing. "A tagalong to the real heroes. At least with The Maker, I'm doing something meaningful. You're just wasting your time."

"Yeah? Let's see how meaningful you feel after I put you on your back!" A-Bomb roared, charging forward.

The ground trembled as the two Hulks collided, their fists meeting in a deafening impact that sent shockwaves across the battlefield. Ross grinned wickedly as his molten heat surged, scorching A-Bomb's armor-like skin.

"Feel that, Jones?" Ross taunted, driving his fist into A-Bomb's chest. "You're already melting."

A-Bomb grunted in pain but didn't back down. Instead, he grabbed Ross by the shoulders and headbutted him with a sickening crack, sending Ross stumbling backward. "You think a little heat's gonna stop me? I've been through worse."

Ross wiped a trickle of molten energy from his mouth and lunged again, delivering a haymaker that sent A-Bomb skidding across the ground. The heat from Ross's blows scorched the earth around them, creating a smoldering battlefield of molten craters and ash.

A-Bomb rose to his feet, his blue-scaled form steaming from the intense heat. "You always thought you were better than everyone else, Ross," he said, his voice steady despite the pain. "But all you've ever been is a bully."

"You don't know anything about me!" Ross roared, slamming his fists into the ground and causing a fissure of molten lava to erupt toward A-Bomb.

Rick leapt into the air, dodging the eruption and landing behind Ross. He wrapped his massive arms around Ross's torso, lifting him off the ground in a crushing bear hug. "Oh, I know enough," A-Bomb grunted, tightening his grip. "You've got a big mouth and a bigger ego."

Ross snarled, his molten heat intensifying as he broke free from A-Bomb's grip. He spun around, slamming his fist into Rick's side and sending him crashing into a nearby wall. "You're all talk, Jones. Always have been."

A-Bomb groaned as he pulled himself up, glaring at Ross. "And you're all fire and no brains," he shot back. "Let's see how you handle this."

With a roar, A-Bomb charged again, this time feinting left before delivering a powerful uppercut to Ross's jaw. The impact lifted Ross off the ground, his molten form flickering as he crashed back down.

Rick didn't let up. He pounded Ross with a flurry of punches, each strike forcing Ross further back. Despite the molten heat burning his skin, A-Bomb pressed on, his determination outweighing the pain.

Ross finally retaliated, slamming his hands into the ground and creating a shockwave that knocked A-Bomb off his feet. He loomed over Rick, molten energy crackling in his fists. "You don't stand a chance, Rick."

Rick smirked through the pain, rolling to his feet. "Yeah? Keep telling yourself that."

He lunged forward, grabbing a massive chunk of debris and hurling it at Ross. The molten Hulk incinerated it mid-air, but the distraction gave Rick the opening he needed. He tackled Ross to the ground, pinning him with all his weight.

"You're done, Ross!" A-Bomb growled, slamming his fists into Ross's chest repeatedly. The molten glow of Ross's form began to dim as Rick's relentless assault wore him down.

Finally, with one last punch, A-Bomb sent Ross sprawling, unconscious. Rick stood over him, his chest heaving as he caught his breath.

"Not bad for a tagalong, huh?" Rick muttered to himself, a faint smirk on his face. He turned his gaze back to the battlefield, ready to rejoin his team and finish the fight.

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Thor stood firm as Bruce Hulk charged, his massive frame shaking the ground with each thunderous step. The gray-skinned monster radiated a terrifying mix of raw power and gamma energy, his eyes glowing with a feral intensity. Thor tightened his grip on Stormbreaker and Mjolnir, his jaw set with grim determination.

Behind Bruce, the Hulk Super Soldiers advanced, their hulking forms spreading out to engage the scattered heroes.

A-Bomb stepped forward to meet Bruce head-on, his blue-scaled armor glinting in the flickering light of the battlefield. "Banner!" he shouted, his voice filled with equal parts anger and sadness. "You don't have to do this!"

Bruce didn't respond. With an enraged roar, he lunged at A-Bomb, their collision creating a shockwave that sent debris flying. A-Bomb gritted his teeth as he grappled with Bruce, their combined strength shaking the ground beneath them.

Thor turned to the others, his voice booming above the chaos. "Focus on the smaller ones! I shall deal with Banner!"

Luke Cage was already in the fray, trading blows with one of the Super Soldiers. His unbreakable skin allowed him to absorb their powerful strikes, but the sheer strength of the gamma-enhanced creatures pushed him to his limits. "Anytime you want to give me a hand, I'm all ears!" he called out, ducking under a swing and countering with a punch that sent the soldier staggering.

Peter Parker and Kaine swung in, their webbing tangling another Super Soldier's arms and legs. "Hold still, big guy!" Peter quipped as he landed on the creature's back, webbing its eyes.

Kaine delivered a sharp kick to the soldier's midsection, grunting as he followed up with a punch to its jaw. "We can't hold these things forever!" he shouted, dodging a wild swing.

Scarlet Witch floated above the battlefield, her crimson magic swirling around her as she engaged multiple soldiers at once. "Then we don't hold them," she said, her voice steady despite the chaos. "We take them down!"

She unleashed a wave of chaos magic that sent two soldiers tumbling backward, their massive forms crashing into the rubble. But before she could press the advantage, Bruce Hulk let out a guttural roar and hurled A-Bomb into the ground near her, forcing her to dodge.

Thor leapt into the fray, slamming Mjolnir into Bruce's side with a resounding crack of thunder. "Thy rampage ends here, Banner!" he bellowed, raising Stormbreaker for another strike.

Bruce roared in defiance, his fists colliding with Stormbreaker in a flash of energy. The impact sent Thor skidding back, his feet digging into the ground to steady himself. Bruce's strength was overwhelming, but Thor's divine power kept him in the fight.

Meanwhile, Luke Cage and the Spider duo worked together to bring down another Super Soldier. Luke's brute force and the Spiders' agility allowed them to outmaneuver the creature, eventually pinning it under a collapsed structure.

Scarlet Witch faced off against two soldiers, her magic flaring as she conjured a barrier to block their attacks. She countered with a surge of energy that sent one soldier flying, then turned her focus to the other, binding it with glowing red tendrils.

Thor and Bruce continued their clash, the battlefield quaking with each of their blows. Thor managed to drive Stormbreaker into Bruce's chest, forcing the gray Hulk to stumble. "Yield, Banner!" Thor demanded, his voice echoing with authority.

Bruce responded with a wild swing, catching Thor in the side and sending him flying into a nearby wall. Thor groaned as he pulled himself up, determination blazing in his eyes. He charged again, Mjolnir and Stormbreaker glowing with divine energy.

The battle raged on, the heroes holding their own against overwhelming odds. Bruce Hulk and his Super Soldiers pushed them to their limits, but their teamwork and resilience kept them in the fight. For now, they stood united, determined to see the battle through to the end.

Magneto descended onto the battlefield with an air of authority, his cape billowing in the wind. Behind him floated the bound forms of the X-Men, restrained in metallic constructs he had fashioned from the battlefield debris. Cyclops struggled against the restraints, his visor glowing faintly, while Storm glared at Magneto with defiance.

"You've played your part," Magneto said coldly, addressing his X-Men as if they were disobedient children. "Now, stay out of my way."

The other heroes turned their attention to Magneto, a mix of relief and apprehension evident in their expressions. A-Bomb, bruised and battered, stared in disbelief. "You're back?"

Magneto landed gracefully, lowering the restrained X-Men to the ground. "I am," he replied, his voice calm but firm. His eyes swept over the battlefield, taking in the carnage caused by the Hulks and the remnants of the Maker's forces. "And it seems the chaos has only worsened."

Thor, still clutching Stormbreaker and Mjolnir, approached cautiously. "If thou art here to fight, I suggest thou pick a side swiftly."

Magneto ignored the comment, his gaze locking onto the towering structure of Cerebro in the distance. The psionic device hummed ominously, glowing with stored energy. "That," he said, pointing to Cerebro, "is the key."

"What do you mean?" Scarlet Witch asked, stepping forward, her crimson energy still crackling around her hands.

"The Maker built Cerebro to harness psionic energy," Magneto explained. "A tool to amplify his control over the minds of others. But that power can also be turned against him." His metallic restraints tightened around the struggling X-Men as he continued. "If I redirect Cerebro's output, it will release a psionic shockwave strong enough to incapacitate even the Hulks."

Scarlet Spider dropped down next to Spider-Man. "Okay, but what's the catch? There's always a catch."

Magneto's lips curled into a faint smirk. "The catch is that I must focus entirely on Cerebro to manipulate it. That means you must hold the line."

Before anyone could respond, Bruce Banner's Hulk let out a monstrous roar, snapping everyone's attention back to the battlefield. The gamma-enhanced Super Soldiers regrouped around him, their rage building once more.

"Then do it," Thor said, stepping forward. "We shall hold them."

Magneto nodded, extending his arms toward Cerebro. His power surged, drawing metal fragments from across the battlefield to form intricate pathways leading to the device. The hum of psionic energy grew louder as he began to manipulate Cerebro's inner workings.

The Hulks charged, their combined weight shaking the ground as they stormed toward the heroes. Thor led the counterattack, raising Mjolnir and Stormbreaker to summon a massive lightning strike that momentarily slowed their advance.

"Hold them off!" Magneto commanded, his focus unwavering as he worked to reroute Cerebro's energy.

A-Bomb and Luke Cage stood side by side, bracing for the onslaught. "Let's see if we can keep them busy," A-Bomb said, charging forward and slamming into the nearest Super Soldier.

Spider-Man and Scarlet Spider moved in tandem, webbing the soldiers' legs and arms to restrict their movements. "We've got this!" Peter called out, flipping over a Hulk's swinging arm and firing a webline at its eyes.

Scarlet Witch floated above the battlefield, unleashing waves of chaos magic to corral the Hulks and keep them from reaching Magneto. "You'd better hurry, Magneto!" she shouted, her voice strained as she deflected a chunk of debris hurled by one of the Super Soldiers.

Thor clashed directly with Bruce Hulk, their blows shaking the battlefield. "Thy strength is great, Banner," Thor said, parrying a punch with Mjolnir. "But I am the God of Thunder!"

Bruce roared, slamming his fists into the ground and creating a shockwave that sent Thor skidding back. But the Asgardian stood firm, his weapons crackling with divine energy.

Meanwhile, Magneto's manipulation of Cerebro reached its climax. The device glowed brighter, its energy pulsating as he redirected its psionic output. "Almost there," he muttered, his voice strained with concentration.

Bruce Hulk broke free from the fray, charging toward Magneto. "Not so fast!" A-Bomb roared, tackling Bruce and grappling with him to buy Magneto more time.

With a final surge of power, Magneto completed the override. Cerebro released a blinding pulse of psionic energy, washing over the battlefield. The Hulks staggered, their movements slowing as the shockwave overwhelmed their minds. One by one, they collapsed, their massive forms hitting the ground with resounding thuds.

The battlefield fell silent, save for the hum of Cerebro as its energy dissipated. Magneto lowered his hands, his breathing heavy but his expression triumphant.

"It is done," he said, turning to the others.

Thor, still standing, gave a nod of respect. "Thou hast done well, Magneto."

The heroes regrouped, their focus shifting to the next step in the battle. While they had won this skirmish, the war with the Maker was far from over.

The battlefield was eerily quiet now, the defeated Hulks and Super Soldiers sprawled across the ground like broken titans. Magneto stood tall, his cape billowing in the wind, though his heavy breaths betrayed the strain of controlling Cerebro. The rest of the group gathered around, their expressions a mixture of exhaustion and determination.

Thor hefted Mjolnir and Stormbreaker onto his shoulders, his gaze fixed on the others. "The Maker's forces art defeated here, but his battle rages elsewhere. We must regroup in Latveria."

Scarlet Witch stepped forward, her crimson energy flickering faintly around her hands. "If Albedo and Doom are going to take on the Maker, they'll need us."

Spider-Man nodded. "Agreed. They've got enough on their plate without us sitting here twiddling our thumbs."

Magneto adjusted his helmet, glancing toward Scarlet Witch. "If the Maker is still standing after this, it's only a matter of time before he retaliates. We must move swiftly."

Thor extended his hand, activating the rune etched on his palm. The air around him shimmered faintly as he attempted to use the portal magic, but the connection failed before it could fully form. Thor frowned, looking at the rune as if it had betrayed him. "The portal dost not respond."

"What do you mean?" A-Bomb asked, stepping closer. He activated his own rune, but it too flickered and fizzled out. "You're saying we're stuck here?"

"It's worse than that," Scarlet Witch said, her brow furrowing as she reached out with her magic to analyze the rune. "Something—or someone—is blocking the connection entirely."

Spider-Man glanced at his hand, his fingers flexing nervously over his rune. "This has the Maker written all over it."

Kaine crossed his arms, his tone sharp. "Let me guess—he's jamming us from getting to Latveria."

Magneto's gaze darkened, his magnetic energy crackling faintly around him. "He's cutting off reinforcements. He knows we'd tip the balance if we joined the fight there."

Thor raised Stormbreaker, his expression fierce. "Then I shall carve a path to Latveria myself!"

"And what? Leave us behind?" Luke Cage said, stepping forward. "We're all in this together, big guy. We'll figure something out."

Scarlet Witch closed her eyes, focusing as she extended her senses toward the runes. "They're active, but something is suppressing them. It's like a dampener, but stronger. Whoever's doing this knows magic just as well as Doom does."

"Magik," Magneto muttered, his tone laced with suspicion and regret. "She was always his loyal tool. If she's interfering, it'll take more than brute strength to reach Latveria."

Spider-Man looked at Scarlet Spider, his voice low but steady. "If Albedo and Doom are out there fighting the Maker right now… they're counting on us to back them up."

Scarlet Witch opened her eyes, her expression resolute. "Then we'll find a way. No matter what."

The group exchanged determined glances, their resolve solidified. Yet the failure of the runes and the looming threat of the Maker's interference weighed heavily on them all. The battle ahead had grown even more uncertain