Liam stared at the glowing blue text flashing before his eyes. For a moment, the world around him vanished — no explosions, no screams, no alien screeches. Just him and the glowing screen in front of his face.
'Holy… shit,' he thought.
He almost laughed. If it weren't for the burning cars and alien guts around him, he would've jumped like a damn kid on Christmas morning.
This wasn't good. This was broken. He read every line twice, just to be sure he wasn't losing his damn mind. Instant healing? Organs repairing in seconds? Limbs growing back like nothing? A body that could literally rebuild itself from fucking ash as long as his brain wasn't vaporized? And his skeleton? It got harder every time it broke?
'Fuck me', he muttered in his mind. 'I'm basically unkillable.'
Unless someone nuked his whole body or blew his brain to dust, there was no way in hell he was dying again. Decapitation? Nope. Getting torn apart? Not a problem. The damn Wheel would just glue him back together.
It was insane. Ridiculous. Completely overpowered.
He flexed his hands, watching faint blue light pulse under his skin before fading. His body felt heavier, stronger — like every cell had been reforged from the inside out. His heartbeat thudded like a drum, slow and powerful.
But then, a flash of blinding light caught his attention, forcing him to look up. The glow of the portal began to flicker as the nuke exploded on the other side. The sky rippled violently, as if reality itself was burning apart, and the massive rift started to collapse in on itself. Just like in the movie, Tony's armor came hurtling out of the sky — lifeless, smoking, and falling fast.
Just then Hulk leaped into the air with a furious roar, caught him mid-fall, and slammed into the street hard enough to crack it open. Thor followed seconds later, lightning still dancing around him like a storm that refused to die.
Everyone gathered — Cap, Natasha, Clint, Thor, and Liam — standing around Tony's unmoving body. Cap knelt beside him, voice tight with worry. "Stark? Can you hear me?"
Tony didn't move. His armor was blackened, flickering with dying lights. Hulk crouched over him, poking the armor once… then again.
Then, without warning —
"ROAR!"
The sound blasted through the air, rattling the windows. Liam flinched and snorted. "Subtle as always, big guy."
Just like in the movie, Tony gasped back to life with a groan. "Please tell me… nobody kissed me."
Cap let out a relieved sigh, lowering his shield. "We all thought you were gone."
Tony groaned again and turned his head — only to see Liam standing beside Thor, staring at him.
Tony squinted. "Oh. Okay. Definitely in Hell."
Liam smiled. "If this is Hell, Stark, then you're lucky I'm the one on shift — anyone else would've tossed your smug, metal-clad ass straight into the fucking fire for fun."
Tony blinked. "Great. Even the afterlife's got wiseasses."
Liam just sighed and offered the man a hand which he took and stood up. "You're lucky Hulk's got good reflexes, man."
Hulk puffed out his chest proudly. "Hulk catch tin man. Tin man okay."
Thor laughed loudly, slapping Hulk's arm hard enough to make the ground tremble. "Aye! A noble save worthy of song!"
Then his eyes turned to Liam, still faintly crackling with leftover lightning. "And you— I saw your courage in battle. You fought fiercely, saved countless lives, and faced death without hesitation. You have the heart of a true warrior."
He straightened proudly, thumping his chest. "I am Thor, son of Odin — and I would gladly fight beside you again, warrior of Midgard!"
Liam smiled faintly. "Liam Walker. No titles. Just trying not to die."
Thor roared with laughter, pounding Liam's shoulder, "Midgard breeds unexpected champions."
Before Liam could reply, Clint walked up, his bow hanging loosely on his back. "Clint Barton. The guy with the bow who everyone keeps forgetting exists."
Liam smiled. "You mean the guy who doesn't miss? Yeah, I saw you up there. Not bad at all."
Clint smirked. "Finally. Someone gets it."
Tony groaned loudly, trying to strech his back and then remembered that he still had the suit on. "As sweet as this introduction thingy is, can we not stand around in a pile of alien guts?"
Cap raised an eyebrow. "Got somewhere better to be, Stark?"
Tony didn't answer at first and looked around at the team — at the burning skyline, the bodies, the smoke. "Alright," he said, removing his helmet. "Portal's closed. Aliens are dead. I almost got nuked. Anyone else starving?"
Cap frowned. "Now's not really the time—"
Tony raised a hand. "No, Cap. It's exactly the time. Because if I don't eat something greasy and totally unearned after this, I'm going to have a nervous breakdown."
Natasha rolled her eyes but cracked a faint smile. "You're insane."
Tony shrugged. "Probably. But I'm hungry too." He pointed weakly at the group. "There's a Shawarma place a few blocks from here. I've been thinking about it since the nuke."
Liam tilted his head. "Can't agree more. I too need something to eat."
Thor laughed, resting Mjolnir on his shoulder. "Then let us feast! For victory demands it!"
Cap sighed, shaking his head but smiling slightly. "Fine. Let's go before someone changes their mind."
Hulk grunted, which Liam assumed meant "yes."
They made their way down the cracked street toward the half-broken Shawarma joint. Liam's mind started to wander. When's Fury gonna show up? he thought. He knew it was only a matter of time. There was no way that one-eyed control freak hadn't already been briefed about him.
Natasha and Barton were S.H.I.E.L.D. agents through and through — they'd definitely reported everything. Hell, Fury probably already had Liam's life history, shoe size, blood type, and browser history on file. The man was paranoid enough to spy on his own reflection.
Liam sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. Yeah… he'll show up. Sooner rather than later.
Then something clicked. He stopped walking and called out, "Hey, wait a sec."
The group turned, confused.
Liam frowned. "What happened to that Loki guy you were talking about on comms? The supposed 'God of Mischief' who started all this shit?"
Everyone froze for a second. Then Hulk suddenly spoke, his tone flat and casual. "I smashed puny god."
Liam blinked. "You what?"
"Puny god up there," Hulk said, pointing a massive green finger at a nearby building that looked like it had been punched by God himself. The top floors were wrecked, glass shattered, and half the damn structure leaned sideways.
Tony followed Hulk's finger and groaned, sounding way too tired to deal with any more bullshit. "Of course he did. Guess we've got one last cleanup before lunch."
He sighed heavily and turned to the group. "Alright, who's coming with me?"
"Me," Natasha said instantly, pulling out her sidearm.
"Same here," Clint added, slinging his bow back over his shoulder like this was just another Tuesday.
Tony nodded. "Smart people. Team Stark, let's move."
Before Liam could even offer, Cap stepped forward and looked at Thor. "We'll go too. Make sure Loki doesn't escape."
Thor grinned and spun Mjolnir in his hand, lightning sparking around him like he was charging for round two. "Aye."
Liam blinked as realization hit him. Tony had Natasha and Clint — small, portable, easy airlifts. Cap had Thor — a literal god Uber with his magic hammer. That left… Liam. And the green mountain of destruction standing next to him.
He turned to look at Hulk. Hulk looked back.
Then the rest of the team looked between them — and smiled.
"Oh, you've got to be fucking kidding me," Liam said flatly.
Tony, the smug bastard, clapped his metal hands together. "Alright then, big guy, he's all yours."
Thor chuckled, voice booming. "Do not drop him, friend Hulk."
"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up," Liam shot back, glaring at them. "I hope all of you get diarrhea after eating that damn shawarma."
None of them reacted. Not a damn one. Tony's thrusters flared, Thor lifted Cap like he was weightless, and both shot off toward the building.
Meanwhile, Hulk stood there grinning like a kid about to throw a frisbee off a skyscraper.
"Please be gentle," Liam sighed. Then he froze and muttered, "Wait — that came out wrong—"
Too late. Hulk scooped him up like a fucking teddy bear and jumped.
The world blurred. Wind roared past his ears as they rocketed into the sky. The street below shrank fast — way too fast.
"TOO HIGH! TOO FUCKING HIGH!" Liam yelled, but Hulk didn't care.
They smashed through the broken window of the floor where they were supposed to land. The glass shattered like a bomb went off. Debris and dust exploded everywhere. Liam's stomach dropped, then his body followed.
He hit the floor hard, rolled, and crashed straight through a huge conference table. The thing exploded under him like it had been made of cardboard.
He lay there for a second, sighing. '...I swear to God, Hulk, if I didn't have pain immunity, I'd be goddamn soup right now.'
Hulk landed behind him with a ground-shaking boom. "Hulk gentle!" he said, smiling proudly.
"Yeah," Liam stood up, brushing debris off his clothes. "Gentle like a fucking earthquake."
Tony and Thor arrived seconds later with the three bastards who were fast enough to choose first. Tony taunted Liam. "Next time, maybe take the stairs?"
"Tell that to King Smash over here," Liam said, jerking a thumb toward Hulk.
Cap, now standing beside Thor, gave a small smile. "At least you landed in one piece."
"Yeah, but the table didn't," Liam muttered. "Poor bastard never stood a chance."
"Enough chatter," Natasha called out from across the room. She pointed toward a massive dent in the floor. Loki lay in it — battered, broken, and groaning like a man who just got hit by a truck made of rage.
Loki twitched, one arm half-buried in the crater. "I… demand… an attorney," he gasped weakly.
Tony grinned. "Oh, he's alive. Fantastic. That means I still have someone to blame for this mess."
Clint leaned over the railing, smirking. "You sure you don't want a rematch, big guy?"
Hulk rumbled in amusement. "Hulk done. Puny god stay down."
Thor walked up, resting Mjolnir on his shoulder. "Brother, you have brought ruin and shame once again."
Loki groaned. "You always say that."
As the team moved to secure Loki, Liam stayed back, watching with a tired smirk. Cap was already calling for a S.H.I.E.L.D. pickup. Tony complained about alien goo on his armor. Thor was lecturing Loki about honor and family again. Hulk just stood there, grinning like a proud kid who'd smashed his favorite toy.
The battle was finally over. The invasion was done. New York was a wreck — but it was still standing. And somehow, so were they.
Liam leaned against a cracked wall, breathing slowly. His eyes closed as the Blue Wheel appeared in the back of his mind — quiet, spinning faintly, waiting.
With the plot points he had accumulated he could either do one spin or use the points to upgrade his quirk. But since he had already used to upgrade the regeneration ability, he decided to go for a spin, hoping that something good like the earlier abilities would come up.
And after everything today — the blood, the fighting, the chaos — he knew one thing for sure. He needed more. More strength. More power. More of something before the next big mess showed up. Because this world? It wasn't going to stay peaceful for long.
As they started walking out of the building — Loki limping in cuffs, Thor dragging him along like a scolded kid — Liam followed behind them, ready to spin that wheel.
'Alright,' he thought. 'Let's see what a spin can get me.'
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