Nova's eyes narrowed as the green haze thickened—sleeping gas. Without hesitation, he warped space with a sharp crack and reappeared right in front of the gas mutant. The man barely had time to widen his eyes before Nova's fist drove deep into his chest. Bone crunched under the force, ribs snapping like brittle twigs. The mutant's body folded around the blow, air and blood bursting from his mouth as he was hurled backward. He crumpled against the wall, limbs twitching once before going slack, unconscious.
The brute roared in fury at seeing his comrade fall. His massive fist shot forward like a battering ram, Nova meeting it head-on. The two blows collided, shaking the chamber with a thunderous crack. Shockwaves blasted dust and fragments from the ceiling as they exchanged strike for strike—raw power against raw power. Nova parried each earth-shaking punch with precise counters, his knuckles splitting skin, his shoulders rolling with the momentum.
As the duel raged, arcs of light suddenly filled the room. The electric mutant had turned away from Nova, raising both hands toward Tony and the others. A vicious bolt shot forward, a jagged spear of lightning cutting through the air.
Happy's heart lurched. "Move!" he shouted, instinctively throwing himself in front of Tony. Yinsen stumbled back, shielding his face. For a moment, death seemed certain—until the lightning struck something unseen.
A faint shimmer rippled before them, like glass catching the light. The bolt fizzled out harmlessly against an invisible wall. Tony blinked in shock, then slowly reached forward, palm brushing against smooth resistance. His fingers pressed against a barrier, solid yet unseen. "A… shield?" he whispered, disbelief etched across his face.
The electric mutant's eyes went wide. "What the hell—?!" He cursed violently, rage twisting his features, before he turned back toward the fight. As this guy is the only visible mutant in the group.
Now both he and the brute pressed Nova together—one hammering forward with crushing force, the other striking from a distance, launching arcs of lightning like whips. The chamber filled with the stench of ozone and the deafening cracks of power. Blue bolts slashed across Nova's shoulders, chest, and arms, searing through his body. Yet he didn't flinch. The lightning crawled over his skin, dispersing without leaving so much as a burn. His face remained calm, almost bored, as he drove another fist into the brute's jaw.
The giant staggered, then came back with an enraged bellow, throwing haymakers that shattered the stone floor where Nova had been a second before. Lightning slashed past, grazing Nova's cheek, but he didn't even blink.
Finally, Nova's lip curled into a smirk. "This is getting boring."
His hand shot up, catching the brute's wrist mid-swing. With a brutal twist, bones popped, the giant howled, and Nova pivoted on his heel. In one smooth motion, he hurled the massive body like a projectile.
The brute flew through the air, colliding with the electric mutant just as the man was charging another bolt. Both bodies slammed together with bone-breaking force and smashed into the far wall. The impact sent cracks racing through the stone, dust and rubble cascading down as the pair collapsed into a heap. Neither moved, groaning faintly before slipping into unconsciousness.
Just as the chamber fell silent, the heavy steel door screeched open. A squad of armed terrorists poured in, rifles raised. Muzzles flashed as they unleashed a storm of bullets, filling the air with the deafening roar of gunfire.
The rounds never made it. They tore forward—then crumbled against an unseen force, bursting into metallic dust before they could even graze Tony or the others. The powdered lead drifted down like ash, coating the floor in a fine gray layer.
Nova didn't even look back. His eyes stayed locked on the men rushing in. Slowly, he exhaled, shaking his head.
They had their chance, afterall he just wanted to leave peacefully. Shaking his head, Nova moved.
The first man barely registered the blur before Nova was on him. A fist slammed into his sternum with a dull, sickening crunch. The body flew backward like a ragdoll, smashing into the doorway and folding over itself before sliding down in a heap.
Another swung his rifle like a club. Nova caught it mid-swing, wrenched it free, and snapped the steel in half over his knee. Before the man could scream, Nova's palm smashed into his face, cartilage and teeth shattering under the force. Blood sprayed as he collapsed, twitching.
Bullets hammered into Nova's back from three more men. The slugs broke apart on impact, exploding into powder that drifted away harmlessly. He didn't even flinch. He just turned.
The closest terrorist tried to reload, but Nova was already there. His elbow cracked across the man's jaw, snapping it sideways with an audible pop. The man crumpled before he even hit the floor.
Another raised a knife, screaming in desperation. Nova's hand closed around his wrist, bones splintering instantly. The scream turned into a shriek of agony—cut off as Nova drove a knee into his gut, folding him over, then dropped him with a hammering blow to the skull.
One man tried to run. Nova grabbed him by the back of the neck, dragged him across the chamber like a child's toy, and hurled him into the stone wall. His body hit with a wet crack and slumped motionless to the floor.
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Nova strode out of the chamber without a word, his boots crunching against the dust and blood-stained floor. Tony and the others followed in stunned silence, eyes wide, struggling to process what they'd just witnessed. The air reeked of cordite and iron, but Nova's breathing stayed steady, unbothered.
Every hallway they crossed erupted with gunfire, shouts, and desperate resistance—but it didn't matter.
A rifle butt swung for his head—Nova caught it, ripped it free, and drove it through the man's ribs, the jagged barrel punching out his back. He discarded the corpse like trash and kept walking.
Another squad opened fire point-blank. The bullets shredded themselves into powder against his chest, drifting away in harmless clouds. Nova closed the gap in a heartbeat, fists blurring, every strike breaking bones and tearing flesh. Skulls cracked under his knuckles, limbs twisted in the wrong direction, bodies crumpled in heaps. He didn't slow down.
One terrorist tried to jam an RPG launcher into place. Nova's foot came down on his knee with a snap, folding the man to the ground screaming. A second kick crushed his skull into the concrete wall, leaving a crimson smear as he slid down lifeless.
Tony and the others trailed behind, stunned. Their captors had been men they feared for weeks, and now they were nothing—broken bodies left scattered like scraps. Nova fought like a storm, his hands and feet alone enough to dismantle armies.
Finally, the group pushed through the last corridor, stepping into the open desert air.
A large force of armed men was already waiting. Dozens of rifles aimed down at them from trucks and ridges. RPGs and heavy launchers glinted under the sun. At their center stood a bald terrorist in dark robes—Raza—his lips curling into a cruel smile.
"Drop your weapons. Surrender now," he barked, his voice carrying over the wind. "If you resist, we'll bury you here with our missiles. All of you will die."
The weapons shifted, missiles locking into position, the tension rising.
Nova didn't so much as glance at the bald terrorist barking threats. He let out a slow breath, shoulders relaxing as if none of the RPGs or missile tubes aimed at them mattered in the slightest. His gaze slid toward Tony, calm, almost casual, but his words cut like a blade.
"That's some solid brand loyalty, Stark. Even their RPGs are company-issued." His tone was flat, edged with biting sarcasm."So… seeing your name stamped on every rocket launcher and crate doesn't bother you anymore?"
Tony's jaw tightened, eyes flicking to the surrounding weapons. The stenciled STARK INDUSTRIES logos were bold and undeniable, painted across the sides like mocking signatures. He didn't look surprised—just grim, as though the sight confirmed a truth he'd already accepted long before stepping into that cave.
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→ 30 REVIEWS= 3 BONUS CHAPTER's
→ 200 POWER STONES= 1 BONUS CHAPTER
→ 400 POWER STONES= 2 BONUS CHAPTER's
CURRENT PROGRESS:↓
– FIRST OBJECTIVE:- 24/30 REVIEWS
– SECOND OBJECTIVE- 158/200 P.S
– THIRD OBJECTIVE- /400 P.S
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