Hawk froze as he stared at the sky above Manhattan—torn apart, revealing the infinite black void beyond.
From that rift, a ghostly blue light surged upward, stabbing into the heavens, as though forcing open a gate.
The space above had been ripped open violently, its edges sparking with cold azure light, crackling with unstable energy.
Instinctively, Hawk lowered his gaze to his right hand.
But—
A second later, realization hit him.
No.
This wasn't his doing.
The sky hadn't been ripped apart by him—it was the Space Stone.
The Chitauri Invasion.
His thoughts snapped into focus. Hawk quickly turned his eyes back to the heavens.
Sure enough.
As the wormhole tore fully open above Manhattan, swarms of Chitauri soldiers poured out like a metallic locust plague.
They burst forth—
Streaming from the portal into Earth, each riding sleek, coldly gleaming hovercrafts. Their engines screamed with metallic shrieks, their dark alloy armor tight against their inhuman bodies.
Boom!
The first Chitauri fired its weapon, blasting through the glass façade of a skyscraper, detonating windows in a shattering storm.
"Wraaagh!"
"Attack!"
"Invade!"
"Kill them all!"
They roared with excitement, swarming into formation, splitting off into missions as they descended.
Some dove low, strafing Manhattan's streets.
Others veered off toward Brooklyn, weapons blazing.
Queens was in their path as well.
"Holy shit!"
"What the hell is that?!"
"Aliens? Aliens are invading Earth?!"
"They're coming this way!"
"My God!"
"Run!"
"Ahhh!"
Panic spread through Queens just as it had Manhattan. Citizens shrieked as Chitauri energy blasts pierced cars, buildings, and fleeing innocents.
Alien screeches, the crash of collapsing buildings, cars bursting into flames, human screams—all blended into chaos.
On the rooftop, Hawk turned to retreat into his apartment—
But paused.
He stopped mid-step, then turned back, staring into the sky where the swarm of Chitauri descended like locusts.
One Chitauri in particular, piloting its hovercraft, spotted him.
For invaders, nothing was sweeter than watching terrified humans scatter.
But this one…
Amid the chaos, Hawk stood still, unmoving, glaring upward. Impossible not to notice.
Their eyes locked.
In Hawk's piercing blue gaze, starlight seemed to flicker.
"Human!"
The Chitauri hissed, eyes glowing like reptilian slits beneath its dark alloy mask. It broke formation, diving toward the rooftop.
It fired instantly.
A sphere of destructive energy burst from its weapon, streaking straight for Hawk.
His pupils contracted.
BOOM!
The blast detonated against the rooftop, blowing chunks of concrete skyward in a violent explosion.
But Hawk was gone.
In the instant of impact, he had moved, appearing at the opposite edge of the rooftop, unscathed.
The Chitauri stared, then fired again.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
"Boom, boom, boom!"
Energy blasts rained down, hammering the rooftop like Judgment Day itself.
Debris flew, dust cloaked the rooftop in chaos.
But within the haze, Hawk's form slipped back and forth, weaving through the storm of fire.
At first, his movements were frantic.
But quickly, his breathing steadied, his rhythm sharpened. He was in control.
It had taken him less than a minute.
After all—
Saints were born for war.
The Chitauri soldier kept firing—
Click!
With a sharp mechanical sound, its weapon clicked empty. The soldier glanced down—out of power.
And in that moment—
Whoosh!
A broken steel plate from a rooftop water tank, hurled like a meteor, tore from the dust cloud.
Bang!
It slammed into the hovercraft, sending it spinning wildly.
The Chitauri lost balance, thrown off its mount, tumbling down to the rooftop.
Thud!
"Hissss!"
It scrambled up, yanking a weapon from its back—like a gun, but powered by eerie green energy.
"Hisssshhk!"
It screeched in its alien tongue, as though signaling its kin.
Hawk didn't care what it was saying.
Because—
This was a fight. Time to take it seriously.
The rooftop was already in ruins from the bombardment, half-collapsed with holes punching through to the third floor below.
But no one noticed.
New Yorkers, if nothing else, knew how to survive.
Raised among shootings and terror threats, they had mastered the art of running for their lives without looking back.
The dust cleared.
And there—
Hawk's figure emerged.
The Chitauri hissed, its weapon glowing with lethal green light. Its eyes glinted coldly.
"Die!"
…
(End of Chapter)
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