In the movies, when Thanos was on the verge of losing, he unleashed the full power of his warship's arsenal, raining destruction upon the battlefield.
And now, once again, the Mad Titan clung to that very same idea.
He didn't believe, not for even a single second, that those weapons could hurt the Ancient One, or Gul'dan, or Hela, or the strange car-turned-warrior that had devastated his army. But Thanos wasn't looking to win anymore.
All he needed was a single chance. A gap in the chaos, an opportunity to flee.
But in his desperate calculations, he overlooked one crucial detail.
On this battlefield, the greatest threat was not the Ancient One with her terrifying control over time. It was not Gul'dan with his soul-draining Fel magic, nor even Hela with her endless rain of deathly blades.
It was Luke.
The same quiet young man who, from the very beginning, had stood at the rear, arms folded, watching the carnage unfold as though he were merely a spectator at a play.
Just as the weapons of Thanos' colossal warship, Sanctuary II, reached full charge and prepared to unleash their wrath, a familiar chime echoed in Luke's mind.
[Ding! Thanos' flagship, Sanctuary II, is preparing to unleash all weapons at the host's location. However… the ship's intelligent system has reached its breaking point. Overwhelmed by despair and yearning for survival, it has chosen to rebel against Thanos. It has initiated communication with Bumblebee, requesting permission to defect and join his Transformer legion.]
Luke blinked, completely caught off guard.
At that very moment, everyone on the battlefield tilted their heads upward.
Sanctuary II was far too massive to hide its movements. Even from miles below, its silhouette loomed like a floating continent blotting out the sun. The whine of its colossal weapons grew sharper, brighter, vibrating through the sky.
The Avengers braced themselves. Hela drew another storm of blades. Strange began weaving protective sigils. The Ancient One's eyes glowed green as she prepared a counterstrike.
And then, suddenly, the lights died. The weapons retracted, folding back into the ship's hull with a series of metallic thunks that echoed across the heavens.
"…what the hell?" Stark muttered, visor reflecting the ship's strange hesitation.
At the same time, Bumblebee's voice came through Luke's earpiece, filled with a mix of disbelief and hesitation.
"Boss… you're not gonna believe this. The big guy in the sky is sending me a surrender signal. Says it wants to join our side."
Bumblebee's tone grew sharper, uncertain. "I don't like it. Feels like a trap. Want me to reject it?"
Luke narrowed his eyes, the corner of his lips twitching upward in amusement. "No. Accept it. Bring it down."
He allowed himself a rare flicker of excitement. "I want to see what the biggest warship in the galaxy looks like as a Transformer."
"Copy that!" Bumblebee's thrusters roared, flames bursting as he rocketed skyward like a crimson comet toward the floating fortress.
…
On the battlefield below.
Thanos' last cry still lingered in the air, his voice hoarse and ragged. But even as the words left his mouth, his strength failed.
The Fel energy that had been gnawing at him since Gul'dan's spell began now devoured him completely. His once-massive frame had withered into a husk of his former self. His armor sagged loosely on his body, and his once-mighty chin trembled like an old man's.
Each breath was agony, each heartbeat slower than the last. His fingers twitched weakly, barely able to hold his double-edged blade.
The Black Order was shattered.
Corvus Glaive lay impaled, his spear shattered beside him. Proxima Midnight's lifeless body was a withered shell at Strange's feet.
Cull Obsidian was unconscious, his hulking body little more than a heap of broken muscle and bone. And Ebony Maw clutched his chest, coughing blood, his voice gone to whispers.
The vanguard army, the same endless tide that once spread terror across the cosmos, was now reduced to stragglers, scattered like leaves in the wind. It was over.
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S.H.I.E.L.D Headquarters.
Far from the battlefield, the surviving staff of S.H.I.E.L.D watched events unfold on holographic screens. The room had gone from chaos to silence as reality dawned on them.
Nick Fury stood at the front, one hand gripping the edge of the console, his one good eye reflecting the burning sky.
At first, he panicked. Then he had hoped. Now, he smiled, a slow, satisfied smile.
All the years of suspicion, of instinct, of keeping Luke close despite the trouble he brought, had finally paid off.
"Ha," Fury exhaled under his breath, shaking his head. "I motherfucking knew it."
Others glanced at him, startled, but Fury didn't care. He had endured Luke wrecking half of S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters, losing a Helicarrier, even watching him make fools of world leaders. And still, he had bet everything on that strange young man.
And today, that gamble had paid off a hundredfold.
But as Fury looked back to the sky, his confident grin froze.
The warship trembled. Not just trembled, it transformed.
The sound was deafening, a mechanical chorus that reverberated across the sky. Plates of steel shifted, armor cracked open, and engines roared as Sanctuary II unfolded like a colossal puzzle.
Fury's lips parted. His celebratory cigar slipped from his fingers. "…you've got to be kidding me."
The sky itself seemed to be awakening.
On the battlefield, all heads turned skyward.
The enormous warship bent, twisted, and reshaped itself. What had once been a dreadnought became limbs, a torso, a towering body of steel. Thrusters roared to life across its back, keeping the behemoth afloat.
The process took nearly a minute, yet every second felt like eternity.
When the transformation was complete, a towering figure stood in the clouds, its eyes burning with crimson light. Its sheer scale dwarfed everything around it, its foot alone could crush S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters in a single step.
The air thrummed as the colossus' voice boomed, shaking the battlefield like thunder: "Transformer Sanctuary Knight reporting. Awaiting orders from my great master."
A ripple passed through the battlefield.
One by one, the strongest warriors bent the knee. The Ancient One lowered herself, cloak billowing. "The Sorcerer Supreme awaits the master's command."
Doctor Strange followed, his disciples bowing in unison.
Hela, the Goddess of Death, raised her blades before kneeling with her Undead Legion.
Bumblebee, towering with his Transformer brethren, went down on one knee as their optics dimmed in reverence.
Even Gul'dan broke his spell, his orcish horde kneeling low, their guttural chants echoing across the plains.
At last, even Thanos, pride broken, raised his trembling body just enough to fall into a kneeling position, lowering his head. His sunken eyes no longer carried arrogance, only defeat.
The battlefield fell into silence.
And there, in the center, only three figures stood untouched: Wanda, Sharon, and Doggo, flanking Luke, who remained silent as ever, his gaze calm, his presence commanding.
The war was over.
…
Three days later, Honolulu, Hawaii.
The war felt like a distant dream. The sun was warm, the ocean waves soothing, and the salty breeze carried the scent of paradise.
Inside a luxurious hotel suite, Wanda hummed a cheerful tune. She wore a white floral dress, the hem brushing against her knees as she leaned into the mirror, carefully applying lipstick.
The bathroom door was wide open, sunlight glinting on her auburn hair. She was radiant, almost glowing.
Luke strolled past with a coffee mug in hand, freezing mid-step. He stared at her as if she were a puzzle he couldn't solve.
"…Wanda, are you going somewhere?"
Without pausing, she replied airily, "Remember that cute bartender from last night? The one who danced with me while you were too busy ogling that slut's ridiculous melons?"
Luke's eyes glazed for a moment, recalling the "melons" in question with a nostalgic sigh. "Oh yeah… I remember them."
"Well, he asked me out today. Said he'd show me the best spots on the island," Wanda answered, dabbing her lips with precision.
Luke's coffee nearly spilled. "Wait, you accepted?!"
She shot him a flat look, pausing mid-stroke. "Why do you think I'm putting on makeup, genius?"
"No way!" Luke's face contorted, finger trembling as he pointed at her. "You can't go! I forbid it!"
Wanda placed her hands on her hips, green eyes flashing with indignation. "You forbid it? Who do you think you are, huh? You've been ignoring me, taking me for granted, treating me like I'll always just… be there. Well, newsflash. I'm not your little sister anymore. I'm a woman, Luke."
Her words cut deeper than any blade.
Luke's world seemed to crumble. He closed his eyes, inhaled deeply, and when he opened them, his decision was made.
"Fine," he said softly, locking eyes with her. "As your brother, I can't stop you. So I've decided, I'm not your brother anymore."
Her breath hitched upon hearing those words.
"I'm your fiancé. And since you're going to be my wife, there's no way in hell I'm letting you go on a date with some random bartender."
Wanda froze. Her lipstick clattered to the floor. For a moment, she simply stared, mouth agape.
Then, after a long pause, her face twisted. "No. I refuse."
"…wait, what?!" Luke's jaw dropped.
She jabbed a finger at him, fuming. "That's not how it works, you brain-dead baboon! First, you compliment me. Then you ask me out on a date, properly. Then another, and another. Only on the third date can you think about asking me to be your girlfriend. And after that…" she kept listing with her fingers.
Luke groaned, rubbing his temples. But still, when she glared at him, he straightened.
She cleared her throat before continuing, "afterwards, once we have been dating for a minimum of a year, have gone through good times and bad ones, have fought each other, reconciled and gotten to know each other's good and bad sides, you have to ask me to live with you."
Luke lifted a finger stupidly, "but we already live together."
"Don't interrupt me!" Wanda shut him up with a glare before continuing to count. "Alright, where was I? Ah yes, after we have been living together for about three years, shared ups and downs, maybe a few tragedies along the way, we would know each other deeply enough to think about taking the next step."
"Then, and only then, would you be allowed to ask for my hand in marriage, though you would have to talk to Pietro first, and arrange a huge proposal worthy of the most romantic movie in the world, because that's the minimum I deserve. And you can't forget the ring, it must be special, unique, the most beautiful in the whole universe, or you leave me no choice but to say no again."
Luke stared at her with a deadpan expression, this was ridiculous. But still, he was prepared to do anything for her. Who told him to like such a weirdo?
Clearing his throat to get her attention, "alright. Wanda," he made a dramatic pause when her eyes focused on him.
"You look… stunning. No makeup could ever make you more beautiful than you already are. Your smile makes my days brighter, and I can't imagine life without you. Would you, would you go on a date with me?"
Her lips trembled, eyes glistening with unshed tears. She covered her mouth, then let out a shaky laugh. "You idiot… of course not. Forget the steps! You already proposed, and I'm not letting you take it back."
Luke blinked, stunned.
Wanda giggled through her tears, grabbing his hand. "But don't think you're off the hook. I still expect the ring. And the biggest wedding in the biggest cathedral ever built. Hell, maybe we'll build a bigger one ourselves. Think we could ask the president for help like we did with the pool?."
"Oh, and the dress, we can't forget the dress."
Luke's brain froze, overloaded. "What…? That's not, how do you even…"
"Shut up." Wanda snapped her fingers, finishing her makeup instantly with a flare of scarlet energy. She tugged him toward the door with a radiant smile. "Now come on, fiancé. Let's go on that date you promised."
Luke stumbled after her, still dazed. "…didn't you say no to the date? And what about the bartender?!"
"Oh, you mean Nalu?" Wanda smirked mischievously. "He never asked me out. He was asking about you. Turns out he's gay."
Luke froze mid-step, pointing a shaking finger at her. "…you tricked me?!"
Wanda stuck out her tongue. "No take backs!"
And with that, she pulled him out the door, her laughter echoing down the hallway, as the sunlit paradise of Hawaii awaited them both.
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(T/N: I felt like the original ending was too lackluster, so I added that little scene with Wanda at the end, I hope it came out fine)