𝗕𝟮 | There are only bad decisions beyond us. With the vulture gone, it was time to work on bonding. However, a threat out of their hands attacks once again, causing their actions to have until the last consequence of their will.
(𝗽𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗯𝗮𝗻�...
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As Nikolas's vision cleared, he felt as though he'd been pulled from the depths of the sea, the weight of his exhaustion replaced by an overwhelming light. His eyes darted around, catching sight of golden portals opening in every direction, each casting a warm, radiant glow across the desolate battlefield.
Nikolas coughed up the gritty water that had forced its way into his lungs, his head throbbing as he realize he was no longer on solid ground, the eyesight looke into the massive, red-lit visor of Giant-Man, who was carefully cradling them in his enormous palm. Scott moved through the watery ruins, his massive form rising above with each step revealing more of what was happening on land;
Asgardians with their gleaming weapons, the unyielding warriors of Wakanda, and figures once thought lost—The fallen.
It was impossible for Nikolas to contain the surge of emotions that tightened in his chest. Every face, every familiar figure stepping out of those portals was a living reminder of the lonely years they'd endured, the emptiness they'd all carried. For five long years, they had fought their own battles, clung to faintless hope, and now, as one by one, those they'd lost returned, he felt a lump rise in his throat—a strange, overwhelming sensation of disbelief and relief.
As he perched like a crow on Giant-Man's shoulder, his gaze locked onto Thanos's forces. This was it—the end, one way or another.
Then, in the silence, Captain America stepped forward. With a steady breath, he raised Mjolnir high, its weight both symbolic and real in his grasp. The power of Thor's hammer crackled in his hand, and with an unwavering, commanding voice that cut through the battlefield like a blade, he finally spoke the words they had all been waiting for: "Avengers, assemble."
Nikolas leapt from Giant-Man's shoulder with precision, his body twisting through the air as he tackled a Chitauri mid-flight. The alien, piloting one of the small enemy ships, let out a guttural snarl as they collided. The impact sent them both spiraling, the alien screeching as they plummeted. They tumbled and crashed against the uneven ground, rolling until their momentum was halted by a jagged rock.
Groaning, Nikolas pushed himself up, his body throbbing from the fall. Scratches marred his face, but he felt the familiar, agonizing pulse of his skin closing. Metallic tang lingering in his mouth as he surveyed the disoriented alien when he spat blood onto the ground.
Without hesitation, he grabbed a fallen spear from the wreckage. His muscles tensed as he hurled it with deadly accuracy. The weapon impaled the Chitauri squarely in the chest, driving deep as purple blood spurted out, splattering across Nikolas's face. Almost immediately he wiped it away with the back of his hand.
Nikolas's breathing grew erratic as attacks rained down on him from every direction. His arms flailed wildly, desperation clawed whithin him as he crouched, spinning in a frantic attempt to keep them at bay. His legs gave out, and he collapsed onto the ground, spinning in futile circles as his attacks became even more aimless. Until he was cornered into the ground and curled into himself, wrapping his arms around the knees.
