April pressed a finger to her earpiece as the red light on Ted's camera blinked. "This is April O'Neil with Channel 6, reporting live over Metro City. What you're seeing right now is absolute chaos, an unknown alien incursion has erupted in the city plaza."
The lens zoomed, shaky at first until Ted steadied the rig. Viewers would see the broken remains of the Metro Man statue, the cratered streets, and dozens of twisted gray-skinned creatures swarming the plaza.
April continued, her voice carrying the sharp urgency of experience. "The government's Sentry units are on-site but appear to be overwhelmed. And—" Her breath caught as the camera panned— "we're witnessing what looks like… four unaffiliated combatants holding the line against the creatures."
"Look at that one!" Ted muttered off-mic, zooming in on Heatblast. The screen filled with molten fire erupting from his body as he scorched through a wave of DNAliens. "He's like a walking volcano!"
"Keep it steady, Ted," April hissed, though her eyes were just as wide. Into the mic, she said, "One of them appears to be a humanoid alien emitting flames hotter than a jet engine. Another, a girl projecting glowing energy shields and glyphs, intercepting attacks aimed at civilians."
The camera shifted again catching Kevin's hammer-arm smashing a DNAlien into the pavement.
"And the third he's transforming his body into metal. Some form of adaptive mutation?" April guessed, her tone balancing between professionalism and disbelief.
Then, the lens focused on Dexter. The armored teen cut through the battlefield, his gauntlet morphing into a cannon that blasted apart an alien mid-leap. He pivoted, wings flaring to block an acid strike before they detached a blade for him to strike back.
April gripped her mic tighter, her voice trembling with contained awe. "…And the last one is an armored figure we can't identify. His technology appears beyond anything we've seen from S.H.I.E.L.D. or GDN prototypes. He's... he's creating weapons out of thin air."
Ted whistled low, still recording. "He looks like Iron Man's edgy little brother."
"Off mic, Ted!" April snapped, then turned back to the camera with professional steel. "Whoever they are, these four may be the only thing standing between Metro City and complete devastation."
The chopper banked, giving a sweeping view of the carnage below. Fires burned, aliens shrieked, Sentries collapsed under corrosive bile, and civilians scattered in panic. In the middle of it, four figures stood back-to-back, their combined powers cutting the horde down with sheer defiance.
Harold's voice cut through the headset, grim. "If those heroes don't hold, this city block won't last another ten minutes."
April swallowed hard, her eyes never leaving the chaos below. Into the mic, her voice was steady, urgent.
"This is April O'Neil… Channel 6 News. Metro City is under siege. And for the first time in years, it looks like heroes have taken the field again."
Ted had gone unusually quiet behind the lens. His finger lingered on the zoom toggle, eyes narrowing as he swept past the plaza carnage and up the side of a tall, shadowed building.
"…April," he muttered, not taking his eyes off the viewfinder, "I think we've got something else."
April, still narrating, frowned and glanced back. "What are you—"
"Look." Ted jerked his chin at the monitor.
The camera zoomed, stabilizer whirring, and the figure came into focus.
A towering alien silhouette stood atop the high-rise, the night wind tearing at its long, pale cloak. Its skin was ghostly white, almost marble, with veins of faint violet pulsing beneath. Jagged armor-like ridges jutted from its shoulders and forearms, each movement exuding both grace and menace. Its elongated head was crested with bone-like protrusions, and its narrow eyes glowed with cold, merciless light.
The Alien gazed down at the chaos below with a look not of anger but of disdain, as though the humans and aliens clashing beneath him were insects fighting in the dirt.
Ted whispered, "What the hell is that thing?"
Before anyone could react, the creature turned. One clawed hand gripped a massive antenna jutting from the rooftop. With effortless strength, it wrenched the entire steel spire free, metal screaming as it tore loose.
Then, with a casual flick of its arm, the Alien hurled it skyward.
The antenna spun end over end, whistling through the night like a giant spear—straight toward the Channel 6 chopper.
Ted's voice cracked as he yanked the camera off the viewfinder. "Oh shit!"
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The plaza was chaos incarnate.
Heatblast hurled arcs of fire that seared through clusters of DNAliens, their shrieks echoing as flames consumed them. Kevin barreled forward, his hammer-arm smashing the pavement in shockwaves that sent the creatures tumbling. Gwen wove glowing glyphs in the air, her barriers flaring bright pink as she protected the others from acid spit before lashing back with concussive blasts that sent enemies flying.
And Dexter—he moved like a blade in the storm. His armor shifted seamlessly, cannon fire hammering a spitter from a rooftop while a shimmering lasso swung through another lunging alien mid-air. A wing shield flared, deflecting claws that would've taken Heatblast from behind, and then Kevin hurled another alien toward him Dexter pivoted, his arm transforming into a hammer, and slammed the thing into the concrete with brutal precision.
For the first time since the fight began, their chaos began to look like… teamwork.
But before any of them could press the advantage—
BRRRT-BRRT-BRRT!
The shriek of energy gunfire tore through the din. Violet beams cut across the battlefield, blasting into the DNAliens with surgical precision. Several creatures screeched and collapsed, smoking holes burned straight through their torsos.
The four turned.
Dozens of armored figures poured from armored transports rolling into the plaza, rifles raised and glowing. Their insignia glimmered in the smoky light—bold silver against midnight blue.
"The Plumbers…" Gwen whispered, her eyes widening in relief.
With the Plumbers covering the perimeter, the tide began to shift. Energy beams pinned down the horde.
Dexter was about to redirect his fire when something caught his eye.
High above, the news helicopter hovered, its spotlight sweeping across the plaza. His visor zoomed in automatically—three people inside, one man at the camera, a woman at the mic, and a pilot gripping the controls.
Then—
WHOOSH!
Something massive tore through the air.
An antenna, ripped from a rooftop, speared across the sky and smashed into the chopper's tail.
Bang!!
The rotor exploded into fragments.
The helicopter pitched sideways, alarms wailing, smoke trailing as it spun into a death spiral.
"Shit." Dexter cursed under his breath. He turned toward Gwen. "Hey, lady! Can you contain an explosion?"
She blinked, confused. "What do you me—?"
"Yes or no!" Dexter barked, wings snapping open behind him.
"Yes!" Gwen shouted back.
"Then help me!"
Without another word, he launched himself skyward, the turbines of his wing-thrusters roaring as he cut through the smoke.
The helicopter spun violently, its passengers screaming inside. Dexter gritted his teeth, braced against the wind shear, and slammed one armored hand into the frame.
Screech!!
Metal groaned as he latched onto the side, his other arm forcing the door open with a screech of torn steel.
Three terrified faces looked back at him.
The pilot slumped in his seat, fighting to keep control. The woman clutched her mic, white-knuckled. The cameraman fumbled uselessly with his harness.
Dexter's hand shifted into a blade. SHHHKK! He sliced through the pilot's belt and yanked him free with his right arm. His left grabbed the reporter. That left one.
He glanced at the fat cameraman, whose eyes darted wildly between the spinning earth below and the armored figure holding his friends.
"Grab my neck!" Dexter snapped.
The man froze. "Wh-what?!"
Dexter's visor flared, his voice sharp as steel. "Do it! Or do you wanna die?!"
The cameraman flinched then lunged, clinging desperately around Dexter's armored neck.
"Good enough." Dexter muttered. With a grunt, his wings roared, tearing them all from the helicopter's side.
WHOOM!
The chopper spiraled downward.
"Now!" Dexter roared.
On the ground, Gwen's glyphs flared to life. A dome of pink energy expanded just as the helicopter slammed into the plaza.
BOOOOOOM!!
The explosion shook the city block, fire and shrapnel bursting outward only to flatten harmlessly against Gwen's shimmering shield. Her teeth clenched, sweat beading on her forehead as the barrier rippled but held.
Above, Dexter strained with the weight of three adults clinging to him, his wings screaming with power as he angled downward. He hit the ground hard, skidding across broken asphalt before finally dropping his passengers in a heap.
Plumber medics rushed forward instantly, stretchers in hand, hauling the civilians toward cover.
Dexter straightened, wings folding back, smoke trailing from his armor. He exhaled, calm despite the chaos.
"…that fat guy was heavy," he muttered dryly.
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[A/N: So, I was doing some research and found out that Phineas and Ferb actually has a spin-off called Milo Murphy's Law. And get this one of the characters looks just like Candace, but is actually smart! Unbelievable 🤯]