INFERNO │ Marvel

9.4 battlefield

Amelia flew through the air alongside Rhodey, Sam and the Wakandan warships. She could feel her powers back at their full potential. While she had a pit in her stomach at the thought of facing Thanos again, she also had more determination now that she could actually fight back.

"How we looking, Bruce?" Nat asked over the comms. Bruce was running on the ground inside the Hulkbuster after Amelia had gotten FRIDAY to fly it over.

"Yeah, I think I'm getting the hang of it," he replied. He blasted himself upwards over one of the warships. "Woah!"

"You might want to start off slow, buddy," Amelia suggested as she flew overhead. "It took Tony a while to get used to flight. Threw himself all over the lab. You won't fare any better."

"This is amazing, man!" he yelled as he continued to run. "It's like being the Hulk without actually-"

Before he could finish, he found himself tripping face-first into the dirt with a groan. Amelia snickered.

"Told you so."

"I'm okay," he called out and picked himself back up. "I'm okay."

"I've got two heat signatures breaking through the tree line," Rhodey informed.

Amelia checked on her bracelet and flew towards it. Behind her, the Wakandan fighters began removing themselves from the ships and lining up for battle, Steve, Bucky and Nat at the very front of them with T'Challa. They began chanting in their native language.

The Stark landed on the other side of the protective dome from Proxima Midnight and Cull Obsidian. She eyed the tall alien woman as she dragged her sword along the forcefield. Steve, Nat and T'Challa came to join her.

"Where's your other friend?" Nat taunted.

"You will pay for his life with yours," Proxima responded. "Thanos will have that stone."

"That's not gonna happen," Steve said in his Captain America voice.

"You are in Wakanda now," T'Challa added. "Thanos will have nothing but dust and blood."

"We have blood to spare," she replied. She raised her sword and the metal vessels behind her opened, aliens beginning to spill from them. The trio behind her began to move back, but Amelia had other ideas.

She moved to stand directly in front of the alien, blazing her wings brighter and allowing her eyes to glow. Proxima was unfazed, having seen at least a little bit of Amelia's power when Thanos had attacked the Asgardian ship. She hadn't seen her in her full glory, though.

"I'll enjoy watching you all burn," she taunted.

With that, she rose into the air and flew back to the frontline. Her eyes still on Proxima, she raised her hands, letting fire pour from them. It swirled down across the grassy plain until it began to take the forms of at least a hundred fiery beasts.

"What the hell is that?" Bucky asked in shock. Amelia looked back to where her friends were standing with a smirk on her face.

"These are my hellhounds," she replied.

The Wakandans began to chant as she fell in line with Steve and Nat. Outside the dome, Proxima swiped her sword downwards, signifying her army of aliens to charge. They ran forward like rabid dogs, some on all fours and some climbing over each other in a frenzy.

"What the hell?" Bucky questioned again, this time referring to their opponents.

"Looks like we pissed her off," Nat said.

"You know, I've been to literal hell," Amelia spoke up. They all looked at her. "It's called Mülspelheim. This is nothing compared to that. We'll be fine."