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Asgard. The Bifrost Bridge.
BOOM—!!
Twenty meters of bio-evolved destruction hit the crystal bridge hard enough to make all of Asgard groan. The impact point shattered outward — crystal, stone, and the ring of undead soldiers closest to the landing zone all blasted into the void, vaporized by the green energy ripple that accompanied Ultimate Humungousaur's arrival.
Fenrir — the mythic wolf, bus-sized, nightmare-bred — had been sniffing at Banner's unconscious body. Now a shadow fell over it. A shadow the size of a building.
The wolf's eerie green eyes flickered with something it hadn't felt in millennia: confusion. Its ancient instincts — honed across mythological ages — were screaming a warning it couldn't articulate. This thing above it wasn't from the Nine Realms. It wasn't from any realm Fenrir knew. It was something that had been evolved past its natural limits, redesigned for one purpose: destruction.
The wolf crouched. A low, rumbling growl.
Ultimate Humungousaur straightened to full height. Beast-eyes — cold, calculating, armored behind bio-organic plating — looked down at the mythic predator the way a tank looks at a dog.
"This is Asgard's watchdog? Looks malnourished."
Fenrir snapped.
The wolf lunged — blood-red jaws wide enough to crush a tank, hind legs driving hundreds of tons of demonic muscle forward in a single explosive leap aimed at the throat.
"Too slow."
Jake didn't dodge. He raised his left arm — the one that had mutated into a biological cannon — and delivered a single uppercut directly into Fenrir's jaw.
BANG!!
The sound was sickening. Flesh against flesh, amplified to the scale of giants. Fenrir — hundreds of tons of mythological wolf — left the ground. Its massive body traced a long, broken arc through the air, accompanied by the crack of shattering bone, and crashed into the distant palace ruins.
One punch.
Jake rotated his massive body, dorsal launchers aimed at Vilgax, and opened a channel to the Moon.
[Encrypted: Ghost-Spider.]
"Steve and Bucky are battle-ready," Gwen's voice came through. "Portal can open on your command."
"I have a quieter solution."
Jake watched Vilgax charging like a tank — fifty meters of bio-armored fury, bandaged wrist forgotten, greatsword blazing. Behind him, Fenrir was already staggering upright, shaking rubble from its fur.
Two massive threats. Both needed to go. Not defeated — removed.
Jake spoke internally.
Omnitrix — switch. Code: Time.
Green flash.
The twenty-meter bio-dinosaur vanished. In its place — golden metal, transparent chest revealing spinning gears, a winding key on the head, and a presence that made the air itself seem to thicken.
Clockwork.
Small. Unhurried. And carrying power that made Way Big's cosmic ray look like a flashlight.
Vilgax was three meters away, greatsword descending, the blade close enough that Jake could see the red energy crawling along its edge.
Clockwork raised one hand.
"Stop."
BZZZ—!
An invisible ripple expanded from Clockwork's body in every direction.
The world froze.
Vilgax's face — twisted with killing intent — locked mid-expression. His sword hung three inches from Jake's forehead, red energy suspended in crystallized air. In the distance, shattered stones floated motionless. Hela's Necrosword was paused a centimeter from Thor's brow. Fenrir was frozen mid-leap. Flames stopped flickering. Dust stopped falling.
The entire battlefield — gods, wolves, conquerors, armies of the dead — stood perfectly, absolutely still.
Only Jake moved.
"This is the beauty of time manipulation."
Clockwork's mechanical steps echoed across the silent Bifrost — tick, tock, tick, tock — as Jake walked around the frozen Vilgax with the leisurely pace of a man inspecting a statue.
"You always have enough time to think about how to handle the trash."
He stopped between Vilgax and Fenrir. Raised his wrist. Pressed the Plumbers' dimensional projector.
SZZZT—
A purplish-red portal spiraled open beneath the frozen conqueror's feet.
Through the portal: endless void. Floating rocks. No light. No time. No escape.
The Null Void.
The prison dimension from Jake's home universe — the nightmare of every interstellar criminal who'd ever heard its name. A place where the worst beings in the galaxy were sent when regular imprisonment wasn't enough.
"I'd love to dissect you for research, Squid-Face. But you'd pollute the air."
Jake extended one golden mechanical finger and pressed it gently against Vilgax's frozen forehead.
"Goodbye."
He snapped his fingers.
"Move."
Time resumed.
Vilgax's charge — fifty meters of momentum built up before the freeze — met the void vortex that had appeared beneath his feet. Physics did the rest.
"WHAT—?! THIS IS THE NULL VOID?!"
Genuine terror cracked the conqueror's voice. He recognized this place. He'd sent enemies here. He'd heard the stories of what happened to those who never came back.
His hands scrabbled at the Bifrost's edge. His fingers left gouges in the crystal. But the dimensional suction was absolute.
Fenrir — unfrozen, mid-leap, disoriented — fell into the same vortex. The mythic wolf howled as the void swallowed it.
"NO—!!!"
Vilgax's roar — furious, terrified, the sound of a conqueror who'd finally met something he couldn't conquer — echoed as the portal contracted around him.
The purplish-red light collapsed to a point.
A speck.
Gone.
Silence on the Bifrost.
Thor stood with Mjolnir raised against a Necrosword that was no longer there — Hela had swung at empty air, her target vanished between one heartbeat and the next.
Jake detransformed. Human. Hands in pockets. He dusted off his sleeves with the casual energy of someone who'd just taken out the recycling.
Done.
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