The Wittrum of the Marvel Universe

"So you'd better not let me near you."

Loki laughed.

"You can't do it."

Why?

Because—

Loki slowly opened his arms.

The crack in the sky suddenly widened.

Boom!

The whole of New York was shaking.

An even larger blue beam of light pierced the sky.

Then.

More Chitauri warships emerged from the other side of the rift.

One.

Ten ships.

One hundred ships.

They are arranged in the cracks.

It's like a space port that's slowly opening up.

Countless Zitalian soldiers stood on the deck of the warship.

Waiting quietly.

They awaited the continuation of the war.

Loki's voice rang out again.

"Because you are facing—"

"It was never an army."

"It is a world."

Tony's smile vanished completely.

Steve gripped his shield tightly.

Thor looked up at the sky.

Natasha remained silent.

Patton slowly lowered his bow.

Even the Hulk.

They all raised their heads.

Looking at the sky that was almost entirely occupied by the Chitauri.

This moment.

Everyone understood.

They lost the first stage.

It's not because they aren't strong enough.

It's because they arrived too late.

Loki opened the spacetime rift ahead of schedule.

When the Avengers actually arrived in New York.

The Ziatar army has completed its first large-scale invasion.

And now.

They have lost their most precious thing.

time.

They were unable to break through the defenses quickly.

There's no way to get close to the Cosmic Cube.

There was no way to drag Loki out of that building before they ran out of energy.

That's all they can do.

It means to continue the fight.

Continue killing.

Keep moving forward.

then--

Waiting for an opportunity that may never come.

"Captain."

Tony said in a low voice.

“I think we need to revise our plan.”

Steve looked ahead.

"What's the plan?"

Tony remained silent.

A few seconds later.

He then spoke.

"Survive."

Steve nodded.

"it is good."

"Survive first."

next second.

Countless Zitalian soldiers charged again.

The shield flew out.

Thunder struck.

The cannon roared from the palm of his hand.

Arrows pierced the darkness.

Hulk's roar echoed throughout New York.

The Avengers once again faced that endless black tide.

But this time...

Their movements are no longer as swift as they were at the beginning.

Steve's shield swings were a little slower.

Natasha was a little slow in reloading.

Patton's arrows began to become precious.

Tony flew at increasingly lower altitudes.

Thor's thunderbolts are no longer as frequent as they were at the beginning.

Hulk's breathing grew heavier and heavier.

They were all starting to feel tired.

And the enemy—

It remains endless.

The scales of war.

It's tilting little by little.

The New York sky.

It was still illuminated by the blue crack.

Countless Zitauri warships slowly emerged from that door.

And the top of the building.

Loki watched all of this quietly.

It was at his side.

The Cosmic Cube emitted a dazzling blue light.

The light grew brighter and brighter.

It's getting stronger and stronger.

It felt like the power of the entire universe.

They were all passing through that crack.

It flows continuously into the Earth.

Loki looked at the already battered and bruised Avengers.

The smile gradually widened.

"Keep going."

"Heroes."

"Persist with all your might."

"Because the more you struggle—"

"The more I want to see..."

"How much longer can you hold on?"

……

And on the battlefield.

Steve raised his shield again.

His arms had started to tremble.

But he still did not back down.

Tony landed beside him.

The armor was covered in cracks.

"Captain."

"Ok?"

"I suddenly have a question."

"what?"

"Are we a team now?"

Steve glanced around.

Thor is summoning lightning from afar.

Hulk is fighting a group of Zitaur soldiers.