"Fuck!"
Nick Fury looked at the giant human-shaped hole and the cold wind whistling in through it, finally unable to hold back a curse.
He had spent a fortune customizing that special glass! Bulletproof, explosion-proof, radiation-proof, but not proof against *this* thing!
Tony Stark whistled, walked to the edge of the hole, and rubbed some glass shards between his fingers.
"Fury, next time remember to change the windows to vibranium."
He turned to Fury, a look of "I know best" on his face.
Fury's single eye glared fiercely at Tony, having no time for his nonsense.
He turned around and roared into his communicator.
"All units! All units, attention!"
"Target has moved! Repeat, target has moved!"
"Engage!"
At the same time, on the ARGUS screen, Amanda Waller's face was so cold it could scrape off ice.
She watched the footage of Tel-Rol turning into a streak of light and plunging into the Kree warship, her voice devoid of any emotion.
"Task Force X, unleash the dogs."
In an inconspicuous small building in Queens, New York.
A young man in a red and blue spandex suit with a spider emblem on his chest was fumbling to put on his uniform.
"Aunt May! Aunt May! I need to go out for a bit! School has… has an emergency!"
"What emergency, Peter?" a gentle female voice came from the kitchen, "You haven't finished your meatloaf yet!"
"No time! The world needs me!"
Peter Parker shouted as he swung out of the window, his web precisely sticking to a distant rooftop.
Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters.
Professor X, Charles Xavier, sat in his wheelchair, fingers pressed to his temples, his expression grave.
"Tony said we can move out."
Cyclops, Scott Summers, next to him, pushed up his visor, his face serious.
"Let's go!"
Storm, Ororo Munroe, with her white hair, looked out the window; the sky was eerily dark.
Jean Grey, the Phoenix, had a somewhat unfocused gaze; she seemed to be seeing something terrifying.
Beast, Hank McCoy, adjusted his glasses.
Only one man, smoking a cigar, all muscle, radiating a "don't mess with me" aura, looked very impatient.
Wolverine, Logan, "snicked" out his Adamantium claws, slashing several cold gleams through the air.
"Why so much talk?"
"Just do it!"
SHIELD Headquarters Conference Room.
The large hole Tel-Rol had made became the entry and exit point for all the heroes.
"Kara, let's go!"
Clark called out to Kara, and the two exchanged a knowing look, instantly transforming into two red and blue blurs, flying out of the hole and heading straight for Kansas.
Their speed was extreme, leaving only a series of sonic booms in the air.
Diana looked in the direction Tel-Rol had disappeared, then at Clark and Kara flying away, and frowned.
She turned to Bruce Wayne and said, "I'll go help him."
Bruce hadn't had time to respond.
"Whoosh—"
The golden Lasso of Truth had already been thrown, wrapping around a cloud.
Diana herself soared towards the massive Kree warship.
Bruce watched her disappearing back, his mouth under the mask a tight line.
He said nothing, just pressed the communicator by his ear.
"Alfred, send 'that thing' over."
Tony Stark looked at these guys who left without a word and threw up his hands.
"Alright, looks like the party's canceled today."
The faceplate on his helmet "clicked" shut, and the armor's thrusters spewed blue flames.
"Jarvis, put on some AC/DC, volume max!"
"Let's go!"
Iron Man also flew out of that hole.
Steve Rogers picked up his shield and glanced at his teammates.
Black Widow, Natasha, checked the tasers on her wrists, and Hawkeye, Clint, nocked an arrow to his bow.
Bruce Banner pushed up his glasses, his expression somewhat pained, faint green surging beneath his skin, and jumped directly off the ship.
Vision floated in mid-air, the Mind Stone on his forehead glowing with a soft light.
A young man and woman stood together, red energy swirling around the girl's fingertips, while the boy took a stance ready to sprint.
"Wanda, stick close to me," Quicksilver, Pietro, told Scarlet Witch, Wanda.
"Avengers…" Captain America said in a deep voice.
"Assemble!"
Everyone, in their own way, rushed out of the conference room.
Hal Jordan's hand flashed green, and a Green Lantern suit instantly covered his entire body.
"Brothers, it's time to work!"
He shouted to Barry Allen and Arthur Curry beside him.
Barry Allen's body flashed with electricity.
"I'll go scout ahead!"
Before his words finished, he had already turned into a red lightning bolt and disappeared.
Arthur Curry hoisted his trident and slammed it on the ground.
"Damn it, I hate fighting in the sky the most!"
Though he complained, he still flew out with Hal.
Cyborg, Victor Stone, followed closely.
"System connected, ready to fire."
For a moment, the entire sky over New York became the heroes' rallying point.
Streaks of various colored light, various models of fighter jets, converged from all directions, their target the two massive spacecraft hovering over the city.
The eyes of the whole world were focused here.
At the same time.
Tel-Rol crashed directly into the Kree warship.
"Boom!"
He hadn't even thought of using the door.
A ki blast pierced through the warship's thick outer armor, leaving a large hole in the alloy wall.
Alarms instantly blared throughout the ship.
Countless uniformed Kree soldiers poured out of the corridors, firing energy weapons wildly at him.
"Zzzzz—"
Dense energy beams hit him, leaving no mark, like tickles.
"Is that all?"
Tel-Rol brushed off non-existent dust from his body, a look of disdain on his face.
He didn't even bother to dodge, just strolled in, letting the beams hit him.
He closed his eyes, sensing the aura within the ship.
Minions… minions… still minions… hmm?
Found it!
Right in the center of the ship, there was a particularly powerful aura.
That aura was filled with anger and arrogance.
"Ronan, right?"
Tel-Rol grinned, revealing a mouthful of gleaming white teeth.
He raised his hand and fired a Ki Blast, which directly penetrated layers of thick metal walls.
In the ship's command center.
A tall, blue-skinned man in black armor, holding a massive war hammer, was watching the guy rampaging through his ship via a screen.
He was Ronan, the Supreme Leader of the Kree Empire's Accuser Corps.
"Is this the scum who killed Talthos?" Ronan's voice was filled with rage.
"Commander, he's coming towards the bridge! Our firepower can't penetrate his defenses!" a subordinate reported in terror.
A cruel smile appeared on Ronan's face.
"Good."
He picked up the huge war hammer beside him and slammed it heavily on the ground.
"Let him come."
"I will crush his bones with my own hands, and use his blood to wash away the empire's disgrace!"
As soon as his words fell.
The side of the command center was blasted through by a Ki Blast.
As the smoke and dust cleared.
Tel-Rol, wearing his flashy Hawaiian shirt, hands in his pockets, strolled in leisurely.
He looked around, his gaze finally settling on Ronan.
"You're Ronan?"
He sized up Ronan, and the hammer in his hand that was almost as tall as him.
"You look… quite unique."
He whistled.
"I heard you were looking for me?"