BOOM!
Rory crashed through the rooftop of the New York Sanctum, slamming down onto the street below with Falcon, Sam Wilson, in tow.
Moments later, the other Avengers stormed out of the wrecked sanctum and surrounded Rory. Steve Rogers stepped forward.
"Rory, let him go," Steve said calmly. "Whatever this is, we can talk it through."
Rory flashed a wide grin, his voice dripping with mockery. "Steve… you related to a chameleon or something? You talk one way to people, another to ghosts?"
Strange opened a portal, allowing James Rhodes to return, now fully armored up as War Machine.
The heroes moved into formation, cautiously surrounding Rory.
But none dared make the first move. Rory still had Sam in his grasp. One wrong step, and it would be over.
"Rory, you're cornered. Let Sam go. Whatever's going on, we can sit down and talk," Steve tried again, using the soft approach only he could offer.
Rory shook his head in amusement. "Mercy on an installment plan, huh? Why am I the only one getting charged interest with no service?"
Steve: "…"
Rory looked down at Sam Wilson and sneered, "The next Captain America? Really?"
SNAP!
"NO!!!"
Sam didn't even have time to register it. Rory snapped his neck in one smooth, brutal twist.
Sam dropped lifelessly at Rory's feet.
"You bastard! FK you!!"**
The Avengers charged as one.
Rory took their blows head-on, Winter Soldier and Captain America's fists landing with heavy thuds. But he focused first on the biggest threat: Doctor Strange.
CRACK!
Rory's punch shattered Strange's rune shield and drove deep into his chest. Though Strange managed to throw up a defense just in time, it wasn't enough. He flew backward, crashing through a wall and straight back into the Sanctum.
Clatter,
Wong, arms full of groceries, returned through a portal… only to find half the Sanctum in ruins.
He stood frozen.
"Wong!" Strange groaned, buried under rubble. "Don't just stand there! Call for help!"
"Help from who?"
"Call every Avenger you can reach, NOW!"
Strange launched himself back into the fray.
Meanwhile, Rory was pummeling Steve into the pavement.
WHOOSH, THUD!
War Machine shot toward Rory, opting not to use high-powered weapons for fear of hurting Steve. Instead, he used the armor's momentum to slam into Rory.
But Rory grabbed Rhodes' ankle midair and was dragged skyward like a banner flapping in the wind.
CRUNCH!
His grip dented the metal plating. War Machine lost thrust instantly.
BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.
Rhodes fired three mini-rockets in rapid succession, none even scratched Rory.
Missile pods on his shoulder unloaded a flurry of bullets, but they bounced off harmlessly.
"You're coming down!!"
Rory twisted his core midair, forcibly redirecting Rhodes' flight path. Together they smashed through an entire apartment building, five floors down to street level in a cloud of debris.
Rory landed on top of Rhodes and raised his fists overhead to crush his helmet like a tin can.
WHIP!
A white webline wrapped around Rory's arm, pulling it back.
The pull was strong, unexpected. Rory stumbled slightly.
"Hey, sir! That wasn't very polite. Who are you? I don't think we've, oh wait, I remember! You're the guy who ran away earlier. Sir, I strongly suggest you surrender, because the Avengers, "
"You talk too much."
Rory tried to pull Spider-Man, Peter Parker, toward him, same trick as always.
But Spidey was faster. He severed the webline mid-air.
Rory wasn't interested in wasting time on an annoyingly agile target who was also very hard to kill. He turned back to finish off War Machine.
CRACK, CRUNCH,
"ARGH!! AAAHHHH!!!"
Rory stomped down hard on Rhodes' chest plate. The armor groaned and caved in under the pressure. Rhodes coughed up blood.
"RORY! STOP!!"
Steve slammed into him with full force, knocking him off Rhodes.
He turned to check on his friend. Rhodes was barely breathing.
"Bucky! Get Rhodes to a hospital! I'll handle this!"
Before the words were even out, Rory's kick sent Steve flying across the street into a building wall.
By the time Rory turned back, Peter had already dragged the injured War Machine out of range with his webs.
"RRRAAAGHH!!"
A thunderous roar shook the air.
From above, a massive green figure crashed down.
The Hulk.
A 34 cm-wide fist slammed into Rory's chest.
BOOM, BOOM, Rory was sent flying through several buildings, one after the other.
"Damn it, not another headache."
With Sam dead and Rhodes incapacitated, now Spider-Man and Hulk had entered the battle, two far more troublesome opponents.
Bruce Banner was seething. He couldn't believe that giving Rory a few vibranium scraps for research had escalated into… this.
Sam was dead. Rhodes might not make it.
Banner's fury boiled over.
He roared and charged like a bulldozer, smashing through walls on his way to Rory.
SMASH!
Rory blocked the Hulk's punch with crossed arms.
But the very next moment,
WHAM!
A massive foot kicked him square in the chest.
"Ugh… some size advantage, huh? This is ridiculous."
His whole body ached, but not injured. That was the power of Thanos' DNA.
The Hulk could beat him around like a rag doll, but he couldn't break through Rory's defenses. Rory could retaliate here and there, but he couldn't really hurt the Hulk either.
Their brawl was untouchable. Only Spider-Man and Strange could occasionally assist with ranged strikes.
"Doctor Strange! We can't keep fighting like this, the whole block's gone! If we don't stop, all of New York will be rubble!"
Strange knew it too. But Rory wasn't a puppet, they couldn't just order him to stop.
Meanwhile, Rory stopped clashing with Hulk. Instead, he pivoted, to hunt down the others.
Bucky was already en route to the hospital with Rhodes. That left Steve, the weakest one present, as the softest target.
But Steve was sticking close to Strange, making it hard for Rory to get to him.
So Rory shifted his focus to Spider-Man.
Peter ran. Rory gave chase. Behind them, Hulk thundered after both.
Everything in their path was reduced to rubble.
They sprinted from Greenwich Village all the way to Midtown. Civilians scattered in terror.
"Oh God, why is it always me!?" Peter yelled. "I don't wanna fight you, dude! Hulk seems more your speed!"
"How about we just sit down and grab a donut? Or some lemonade?"
"I really think we'd both be better off if you just, oh no, DON'T, !"
Peter Parker's mouth didn't stop running, even as he fled for his life across half of Manhattan.
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