Marvel: My Sign-in System

The muster was swift.

A portal opened, and about seven individuals arrived, including Sergei, Gennady, and others. Pushkin and a few others—those who were either uninterested or otherwise occupied—stayed behind. Among the absentees was Melina.

Although Melina had trained and grown stronger, her reasons for doing so were personal. Leon had once mentioned that surpassing a certain threshold of strength could significantly extend her lifespan and preserve her youth. For a woman like Melina, such a prospect was irresistible.

Yet, Melina's true passion lay elsewhere. She found fulfillment in training the Black Widows, helping them forge new paths beyond their tragic pasts. She was more inclined to guide and manage than to fight. As one of the decision-makers alongside Natasha and Yelena, Melina also played a crucial role in running the industries Leon disliked overseeing.

Now, Thor, Natasha, Wanda, Pietro, Sergei, Gennady, Sumarokov, Lomon Losov, Alexei, and Yelena—ten in total—gathered in Tony's expansive hall. The space bustled with energy, a lively atmosphere filling the room.

"Hey, everyone! Thanks for lending a hand," Thor greeted, embracing each person warmly.

Introductions were quick, with Wanda facilitating. Thor's cheerful, direct personality made him easy to like, and the natural charisma of a warrior forged mutual respect. Sergei, Gennady, and the others, with their warrior instincts, recognized and admired Thor's strength. The camaraderie was instant.

What excited the group even more was the impending battle.

"I've been itching for a space journey," Sergei said, cracking his neck in anticipation.

"Millions of Chitauri to fight—it's going to be a long one," Gennady added, his blood already surging with excitement.

"Then let's make it memorable," Alexei chimed in. Having undergone gene-serum enhancements, his strength had skyrocketed, though most of his combat experience was limited to sparring with Sergei, Yelena, and the others. Now, he craved the chaos of real war.

Tony, observing the intense determination radiating from the group, felt a pang of mixed emotions. Even Wanda, who often balanced mischief with responsibility, burned with the same eagerness for the coming fight.

Millions of Chitauri soldiers. Advanced weapons far beyond Earth's technology. It was enough to make even the most seasoned strategist pause.

Yet, these warriors didn't flinch. Their resolve burned like a firestorm, a terrifying and admirable sight.

"So, what are we waiting for?" Natasha said, her red lips curling into a confident smile. "Let's start this war."

In the vast silence of space, Loki sat on the steps of the mothership's desolate hall. His green robes draped elegantly around him as he rested his chin on clasped hands, gazing out of the enormous floor-to-ceiling window.

Beyond the glass stretched the starry expanse, dotted with countless Chitauri vessels. The sky swarmed with their insectoid ships, blocking the light of distant stars.

"Loki…"

The deep, resonant voice broke the silence, pulling Loki from his reverie.

He stood abruptly, turning to face the source of the voice. A towering figure now occupied the empty throne at the far end of the hall. Radiating authority and menace, Thanos stared down at him.

"Master," Loki murmured, dropping to one knee. His proud demeanor gave way to complete submission as he bowed his head.

Thanos's gaze never wavered. "I told you, Loki: everyone has value. To prove yours, you must demonstrate your worth."

"I understand, my lord," Loki replied humbly. "I just need time to prove it."

Thanos's eyes narrowed. "Time is a luxury, Loki. If your proof fails to impress me, death will be a mercy you won't deserve."

"Yes, my lord," Loki said, swallowing hard.

Before he could say more, the room shook violently. A dazzling spectrum of colors lit up the hall, followed by distant roars and explosions.

Thanos remained unfazed. Rising from the throne, he spoke coldly. "It seems your proof will have to wait. First, deal with your guests."

With that, his form shimmered and dissolved into light, leaving Loki alone.

Straightening, Loki dusted off his robes, as though brushing away his frustration. His attention returned to the window, where a startling sight unfolded.

Floating amidst the stars was a figure of unmatched elegance.

A woman, clad in dark red robes, black sweatpants, and white sneakers, radiated crimson energy. Her long red hair flowed as though caught in a celestial breeze, and glowing red tendrils coiled around her. Wanda Maximoff moved through the vacuum as if it were her natural element—a goddess of power and grace.

Behind her, meteors streaked through the Chitauri fleet with blinding speed. Each impact unleashed massive explosions, sending shockwaves rippling outward. The destruction was like a fireworks display, deadly and breathtaking.

Loki watched, captivated by the deadly beauty of the scene. His pale, sharp features twisted into a wry smile.

Before he could act, crimson light burst from Wanda's outstretched hands, piercing the reinforced glass of the window with ease. The shockwave hurled Loki across the hall before he even had a chance to react.

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