Captain America, adviced Tony.
"Tony, you've got to learn to fight hand-to-hand—not just hide behind that suit."
Tony glanced over, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
"Come on, Cap. I've got a billion-dollar suit. Why waste energy throwing punches when I've got repulsors?"
Cap didn't waver. He crossed his arms, eyeing Tony seriously.
"I've seen you out there. You freeze when the suit's down. That's not going to cut it in real war zones. You want to lead? Then fight like it."
Tony sighed, running a hand through his hair.
"Alright, alright. I'll consider throwing a punch or two... Maybe even a kick."
Meanwhile, across the city at the towering Baxter Building, Thor, Wasp, and Ant-Man were overseeing a very different mission.
They were escorting Blizzard, recently captured, to the infamous Prison 42.
The air in the transport shuttle was thick with silence until Blizzard awkwardly broke it.
"Uh... did I mention I'm really, really sorry?" he muttered, his eyes darting between the three heroes.
Wasp rolled her eyes.
"You said that five times already."
Ant-Man added with a sigh, "And yet somehow it gets less convincing every time."
Thor, gripping his hammer, gave Blizzard a sideways look.
"If you truly seek redemption, villain, let your future actions speak louder than these feeble words."
Blizzard gulped and nodded.
"Right. Future actions. Got it.
Back at Avengers Mansion, in the training room, anticipation built fast—Hawkeye and Hulk were front and center, eager to witness a rare event: a boxing match between Captain America and Tony Stark.
Hawkeye leaned against the ropes, grinning from ear to ear.
"Oh man, this is gonna be so good," he laughed, eyes glued to the two opponents stepping into the ring.
Even Hulk, towering and usually unreadable, couldn't hide his excitement.
"Hulk excited!"
The bell rang.
Captain America moved like a blur—decades of battlefield experience distilled into sharp, efficient strikes. Tony, despite his best efforts, barely lasted a few seconds before hitting the mat.
From the sidelines, Hawkeye and Hulk erupted with laughter, the sound echoing through the room.
"Oh man! Down in one!" Hawkeye howled.
Still on the mat, Tony groaned, then held up a hand in surrender.
"Alright, alright—I give up. Lesson learned. This... this is the present."
There was humility in his voice now.
Captain America offered a hand to help him up, "Don't forget the past, Tony. Those who do... usually don't get back up."
Tony took the hand and stood, nodding slowly.
"Point taken, Cap. Maybe it's time I updated more than just my tech."
Out of nowhere, a ripple tore through reality—and Kang the Conqueror materialized before them, launching a sudden and brutal assault on the Avengers' leaders.
Realizing the scale of the threat, they immediately called for reinforcements.
Across dimensions, deep within Prison 42, Wasp, Ant-Man, and Thor received the urgent distress signal. Without hesitation, they abandoned their mission, vanishing in a blur of light as they rushed to aid their comrades.
Within minutes, the Avengers had assembled. Hulk, Hawkeye, and Black Panther joined the front line, forming a united front against the time-traveling tyrant. Tension rippled through the group.
"The others will be here any second," Iron Man said, eyes locked on Kang. His voice was calm, but the edge in his tone betrayed the weight of the moment.
As the heroes gathered, Iron Man stepped forward, voice firm and unwavering.
"Kang, we need to know why you want to eliminate Captain America?" he demanded.
Kang, surrounded on all sides, studied the faces of the heroes. Then, without hesitation, he raised a strange, glowing device.
"I will show you," he said coolly—then activated it.
A surge of light engulfed them. In an instant, the Avengers were torn from the present and hurled into the future.
They emerged in a desolate wasteland. The sky was shrouded in ash, the sun no longer visible. The silence was oppressive. The land beneath them was scarred by battle and ruin.
Kang raised his hand and pointed toward the dark horizon.
"A war is coming. One that will extinguish the sun... and everyone on Earth."
Wasp stepped forward, her voice uncertain, caught between disbelief and dread.
"What kind of war could do that?"
Kang turned, his expression grim, his voice laced with finality.
"A war between two alien empires—the Kree and the Skrulls. And in the end... it was Captain America who destroyed everything."
Silence fell. The others didn't believe on this.
Tony Stark, filled with determination, refused to hand over Captain America.
"He's one of us. I'm not giving him up," he said firmly.
The Avengers stood together, ready to fight Kang with everything they had. Hulk charged at Kang, grabbed him with all his strength, and pulled him off his chair.
Iron Man looked at the strange chair and noticed something familiar.
"Wait... this is based on my own tech," he said. Quickly, he took control of it.
To everyone's surprise, Iron Man used the chair to guide the team through time, bringing them safely back to the present.
When they returned, the team felt the weight of what they had seen. Kang's warning, the future war, and what it meant for Captain America still echoed in their minds.
Steve Rogers looked at Iron Man and said seriously,
"Kang will come back. Next time, with his spaceships to take over Earth."
Far away, in his villa, Ben Tennyson watched this and thought about everything that had happened.
"Looks like the Avengers are in big trouble," he said to himself.
He paused, then nodded with a calm but strong voice.
"Even if things get worse… I'll help them."
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Kang, just like he said, sent his army to attack the world.
Huge ships dropped giant battle robots onto cities, ready to take over Earth.
The Avengers knew the danger was real. They got ready for the biggest fight of their lives to protect the planet.
In the middle of the battle, Nick Fury's voice came through the communicator, loud and urgent.
"Kang, look at what you've done to Earth!"
S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were fighting the robots in many places at once.
The Avengers, busy battling in New York City, could barely hear the conversation.
"We're doing everything we can," Captain America answered Fury.
"We'll come to help you as soon as possible."
Kang, enjoying the chaos, laughed over them.
"I love a good fight. Good luck, Avengers. You'll need it."
Above the battlefield, Wasp flew the Quinjet, dodging attacks and helping her teammates from the sky.
The robots kept coming, and some of them could even fix themselves. The fight was getting harder by the second.
All around the world, cities were falling. The Avengers knew the truth—they had to act fast, no matter how bad things looked.
Even in the middle of all the fear and destruction, they held on to hope.
Because giving up… wasn't an option.
Ben, watching the serious situation unfold, said,
"So, the Avengers are still ready to fight. That's what makes them who they are. Even when things get really bad, they never give up."
His words showed respect for the unbreakable spirit of Earth's mightiest heroes.
The Avengers returned to the Mansion to come up with a new plan. Iron Man, stepping up as their leader, brought everyone into the meeting room.
"Alright, team," Iron Man said, his voice serious and focused.
"Things are bad, but we're not giving up. Kang closed the back door, so now we have to find him and stop him ourselves. I'll use all my tech to track him down. The rest of you—get back out there and hold off his army. I just need some time."
The Avengers nodded and went their separate ways, ready to do their parts.
As the heroes prepared to fight again, Black Panther stepped forward.
"I must lead Wakanda in this battle. My people need their king."
He turned and walked away, heading to his homeland. His choice left a heavy feeling among the team—but they understood.
Everyone had something to protect. And this time, they were all in it together.
Even without one of their own, the Avengers didn't hesitate. They knew the battle ahead would be tough, maybe the hardest yet. But they had faced the impossible before.
This time, they adapted a new centipede-like battle formation to better fight off Kang's endless waves of robotic soldiers.
Back at the Mansion, Stark worked nonstop in his lab, scanning every inch of the earth. His armor was off, wires and screens surrounding him, sweat dripping from his brow.
"Come on, Kang… where are you hiding?" he muttered to himself.
But so far, no luck.
Realizing brute strength alone wouldn't be enough, he told his team, "Fear not, we're not alone in this fight. We've backup."
Meanwhile, deep in the Negative Zone, Ant-Man, Captain America, Wasp, and Hawkeye arrived at Prison 42—a high-tech facility built to hold the worst of the worst. But today, they had other plans.
Inside the dimly lit control center, Ant-Man crouched beside a deactivated Ultron warden, tinkering with its circuitry. Sparks flew, lights blinked, and suddenly… the robot's eyes turned green.
"That's the last override. They're ready," Ant-Man said, stepping back as the reprogrammed Ultron unit stood upright, awaiting orders.
Captain America watched closely, clearly impressed.
"Ant-Man, you're a genius."
"Thanks, Cap," he replied, glancing over the growing line of reactivated Ultron bots.
"Now we've got a robot army ready to take on Kang's."
Wasp floated up beside Ant-Man, her wings humming softly.
"Once we're done here, I'm sneaking aboard one of Kang's command saucers with Ant-Man," she said, eyes gleaming with excitement.
"We're gonna disturbed his strategy from inside."
"You two be careful," Cap warned, tightening the strap on his shield.
"If Kang finds out what you're doing before you're ready—"
"Then we improvise," Wasp interrupted, smiling.
"We're good at that."
In Universe 8096, the real battle was just beginning.
Iron Man gathered the team, his expression sharp behind the helmet. "Alright, listen up. Kang's tech is too precise—he has to be using an anchor to stabilize his time-travel systems. If we find it and shut it down, his army gets pulled back to the future."
Wasp, always bold and ready to take risks, gave a quick nod. "Then I'll go with Ant-Man. We'll sneak aboard one of the command saucers and look for that anchor."
With a flash of shrinking particles, she vanished beside the saucer, leaving the rest of the Avengers to defend New York from the relentless robotic assault.
As the battle raged on, Iron Man hovered above the chaos, frustration lining his thoughts.
"Something's off…" he muttered to himself. "Why hasn't Kang attacked Earth directly? What's he waiting for?"
Then, it clicked.
His repulsors flared to life, and he blasted into the upper atmosphere. Through the haze of Earth's orbit, he saw it—the Damocles, a massive, menacing warship looming over the planet like a sword waiting to fall.
"There you are," Iron Man said grimly. "Kang didn't just bring an army. He brought a doomsday device."
Inside the Damocles, Kang stood tall at the control deck, his eyes gleaming with cold ambition. He pressed a button, unleashing a massive energy blast aimed straight at Avengers Mansion.
"Let's see Earth's heroes stop this," he sneered.
Back on the ground, the skies lit up with a fiery streak heading toward the city. Iron Man's voice crackled through comms.
"Kang just fired on the Mansion. We've got seconds! Everyone, to the Quinjet—now!"
The Avengers sprinted across the rubble-strewn streets, urgency in every step. The specialized Quinjet powered up, its engines roaring as it prepared to launch them into the heart of Kang's final assault.
"This ends today," Captain America growled, boarding the jet with shield in hand.