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Chapter 8:

The Milano was suspended in the firmament, surrounded by countless stars and nebulae of sublime and suggestive beauty. To make the experience even more shocking there was the almost infinite depth of the surrounding space.
From that position, the universe extended in every direction, without the hindrance of planets or moons.

It was a breath-taking vision, but at the same time cold and disarming. That empty universe was completely indifferent to the presence of the vessel, as well as its occupants.
Thor stood still and motionless, contemplating the landscape beyond the porthole of his cabin.

By now he had been locked in the room for almost a day, more precisely since Rocket had confirmed the trajectory that Jormungand was following, through the reports of the various ships that disappeared in the last week. And, with great horror of the Asgardian, this destination had turned out to be his second home: Midgard, Earth, where the remains of his people now lived.

The man's thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Don't disturb my peace, Quill."

"It's me. I just wanted to see how you are."

The sound of that voice forced the Asgardian to reconsider his words. He would have recognized her everywhere. It belonged to Nebula, Gamora's sister ... former daughter of the Mad Titan, Thanos.

Thor had been part of the Guardians for nearly five years, and despite having linked with all team members, his relationship with the woman in question was very different. A relationship born of camaraderie and mutual respect that they felt towards each other as warriors.
Both had very similar stories and had gone through the same sufferings for better or worse.

The other Guardian members used to joke about the subject, assuming that there was something tender between the two ... even if few dared to externalize these thoughts. After all, nobody knew what was more painful: whether Nebula's knives stuck in the back or Thor's Stormbreaker stuck on the head.

"... Come in" the god of thunder answered, after a short moment of pause.

The cyborg peeked into the room, crossing it with a light and elegant step, and then sitting next to him.

She remained silent, while Thor patiently waited for her to reveal the reason for her sudden visit.

Although she tried very hard to hide it, the woman was somewhat embarrassed. Every time she was in Thor's presence, in fact, she found it difficult to develop an adequate course of action.

He was a teammate, so it was her duty to try to shake him out of his demoralized state. After all, a demotivated warrior was a deadly danger to the whole group. Or, at least, this was what she had kept repeating to herself since the moment she decided to come and talk to him.

So ... what was holding her back? She didn't know, it was the first time that she had faced such feelings, which had already begun to torment her for several months. They were uncomfortable ... and she didn't like them at all. At that moment she felt as if her stomach had been replaced by a boulder.

She vowed to talk about it with Gamora in a second moment. Maybe she would have been able to understand what was wrong with her, and give her some advice on how to deal with it.

With that thought in mind, she took courage and took a deep breath.

"How are you doing?" she asked with an apparently neutral voice, before mentally slapping herself on the forehead. She knew perfectly well that he wasn't doing good at all. That was surely the worst way that such a conversation could have started.

Thor just shrugged.

"As usual. Traumas of the past, you know how it is", he replied casually, sketching a forced smile.

Nebula nodded sympathetically. "It's because of ... Jormu ... what did you say it's called?"

"You can call him Ghidorah", the god said, waving his right hand contemptuously. "On most planets it's known by that name."

"I see…" the woman mumbled, putting her hands on her lap and looking down.

She wanted to talk to him, try to get it processed, but she found herself unable to do it. She felt like she was stuck, carrying too much weight even for a warrior like her.

She shook her head to free herself from those treacherous thoughts. She was Nebula, for gods sake! Daughter of Thanos, the one who had inflicted countless tortures on her since she was a child.

She had faced an entire army with her head held high, and had prevailed against all those who had tried to kill her. A simple conversation could hardly have been so difficult.

"It's not just Ghidorah, is it?" she asked abruptly, attracting Thor's eyes.

"What makes you think so?"

"Your gaze. It's the same that I have when I think of ... well, everything."

"Is it?"

"Don't do sarcasm with me. It doesn't suit you", the woman replied coldly.

She regretted it almost immediately. In fact, the face of the Asgardian was crossed by a flash of anger.

"Is that so? Well, then I apologize deeply. Sorry if I'm too busy worrying about the fate of the Earth, about my companions, who because of that beast could meet the same fate of my people! Of my parents! The fate that my brother met ... because of your father!" he exclaimed, while numerous electric discharges began to wrap around his figure.

Nebula pulled back with a worried look, which prompted the god of thunder to calm down. It had been a long time since he had vented himself in front of someone. And that woman certainly didn't deserve his anger.

After regaining his composure, he turned a visibly displeased expression to the cyborg. "Sorry, I didn't want to raise my voice like this. I lost control, and ..."

"Stop", Nebula ordered, interrupting him before he could complete the sentence. "I am the one who ... who has to ... apologize."

Thor stared at her surprised.

Nebula had always been a very proud person, after all. The fact that she was willing to apologize to him ... well, it was strange. Needless to say, the Asgardian found himself quite touched by the cyborg's attempt to make him feel better.

"I was indelicate", she continued, heedless of the thoughts that were going through the mind of the man. "I just wanted to understand ... and now I know. You and me ... in a way ... we are alike. We both suffered and we lost our family."

"But you still have your sister. Or, at least, a version of your sister", Thor added with regret, thinking back to Loki.

"It's true, but the Guardians and the Avengers ... aren't they like brothers? You fought with them, you almost died with them, you suffered and rejoiced with them. This ... makes us ... brothers, in a way. At one time I lived only on hate and regret. Regret for not being able to please my father and hatred for my sister. Then I realized ... that living in the past is futile."

Having said that, she pursed her lips in a self-deprecating smile."However, bad memories are as much a part of us as beautiful ones. They are what shaped our path, the result of our choices, whether they were right or wrong. And it is through those memories that we are able to improve ... and honour those who have fallen to allow us to get this far."

Unknowingly, even the Asgardian found himself smiling.

He settled down next to her and said: "You're very wise. Maybe more than me."

"I don't think so, no. I simply learned from my mistakes."

"You're absolutely right, but it's not easy for me to forget. Especially Loki, the brother I finally found and lost immediately after. I remember too well when we played together as children. Then we grew up, and during adolescence ... he began to be persecuted by other Asgardians because of his diversity. And I did nothing to stop it, intoxicated by my position as heir to the throne and hero of Asgard. Loki must have felt cheated ... so hate and envy took over him. Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if ... if I hadn't become the arrogant who learned to hate", he whispered with a low voice.

Meanwhile, Nebula laid a hand on his shoulder in an attempt to comfort him.

"Nobody can know. What matters is that he forgave you, and wherever he is now ... he smiles at you. He loves you, and it's the only thing that matters", she said with the kindest voice she could find.

Thor gave her a grateful smile. In doing so, they both found themselves mirrored in each other's eyes, for what seemed an interminable time.
It was then that Nebula realized, perhaps for the first time since they met ... that the man's blue pupils were gorgeous. They reminded her of the clear skies of the most beautiful planets in the universe, including Earth itself.

At the same time, Thor began to drown in the black and shiny wells that the cyborg had for eyes, full of a strength that in his long years as a prince he had found only in the most capable warriors.

Both tensed, the muscles full of tension and anticipation.

Without realizing it, their bodies began to move on their own, slowly approaching. Until ...

"Thor, raise your ass, Quill says that we've arrived in the Solar System of the Earth!"

Rocket's voice made them jump straight, pushing them away abruptly.

The little raccoon went through the bedroom door, being rather surprised to see them together.

"Er ... what were you doing?" he asked with a mocking smile.

"Nothing!" they answered in unison, trying to conceal the mutual embarrassment.

The genetic experiment simply rolled his eyes.

"Of course, of course ... move now, come on!"


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A flapping of wings, dry and thin, while pieces of buildings floated in the air.

The wind blew, at first ruffling the windows of the skyscrapers, then more and more strongly, shaking the cars placed on the road.

A rustle that brought with it the curse of the cosmos, the excruciating echo of an impending misfortune. The thunder of the dragon.

Those were perhaps the worst moments Strange had gone through until then. The horrible sounds of Ghidorah's anger echoed in the Mirror City like a scream that heralded death.

The dragon could descend at any time, from anywhere.

He didn't even have time to prepare a defence plan. The beast came booming from above, lapping the sides of the buildings with discharges, flapping its large wings with a noise similar to the roar of the wind.

Its fiery and luminous breath burned the road before Strange, and the man was forced to summon a silver barrier out of nowhere to protect himself.

Darting beams rose, in the light of which the black shadows of the buildings surrounding them danced. Then the darkness fell again, while the hydra passed him and pointed once more towards him.

Strange was not intimidated and cast a spell to counterattack.

The bullet of purple light passed through the air with a prolonged hiss, but was promptly avoided by a quick turn of the opponent.

Ghidorah raised its right head, and lightning flashed in the direction of the sorcerer, who turned and vanished in a twinkle of the cloak.

For a few seconds the image of the man was replaced by a distorted and unnatural figure that, like a red vortex, materialized behind the hydra.

The dragon didn't move, while the left head turned and shot another graviton beam at Strange. However he missed it, and instead hit a skyscraper in the centre of the battlefield. The building, after having caught fire, exploded in a myriad of splinters and fragments, which began to float in mid-air like helium-filled balloons.

Then, the three heads fired simultaneously. At the same time, an orange ray, whose shape vaguely resembled those produced by the three-headed monster, sprang from Strange's hands.

The two attacks met in mid-air in a blaze of lightning bolts and discharges, which began to twirl around the area like streamers, lifting shards and pieces of road surface in every direction.

Bursts and peals rang throughout the length of the alternate Times Square, while the windows of the buildings were shattered, pouring glass flakes all over the square.
Strange began to back away from the power of the blow, and felt his back collapse against the wall of the building behind him.

He let out a hiss and began to twirl his arm in rapid and fast spiral contractions.

Both attacks took the form of a whirlwind and exploded in a myriad of shiny specks.

Ghidorah growled in annoyance and fired another electric beam. Strange conjured a second shield out of nowhere, which deflected the blow to a perfect representation of the Empire State Building.

In the next instant, the building exploded, investing that part of the city with a hail of bricks and glass, under which anyone who was no bigger than a cockroach couldn't have survived.

Mentally, Strange found himself congratulating his foresight, even though containing a creature of such power within the Mirror Dimension ... well, it was proving more tiring than he initially thought.

In front of him, Ghidorah narrowed his eyes threateningly, widening his wings and starting to wave them with rapid but elegant movements.

Cars and vehicles twirled in the air like many toys.
A white van peacefully travelled a stretch of the road, remaining three meters above the asphalt, with the wheels turning unnecessarily in the air, the doors of the rear hatch hung by the deformed hinges, tools and timers that fell out rolling in the rubble.

Strange managed to avoid it just in time, but he was still hit by a car.

Noticing the sorcerer's difficulty, Ghidorah smiled and fired another electric beam.

The resulting heat wave made the wizard skid, sending him crashing into a store, where he passed like a snowplough on typewriters and filing cabinets.

The ground shook in a tremor similar to a earthquake. Throughout the area the windows exploded.

Strange reappeared on top of a skyscraper a few seconds later, his cloak and clothes slightly scorched, as the opponent turned to face him.

He managed to stay on his feet out of sheer willpower, panting heavily.

"I can do this all day", he growled through clenched teeth, his gaze fixed on Ghidorah.

The creature landed on the ground, and peered at him with its mischievous eyes for what seemed an interminable time.

"You are lying", the middle head said, curling both lips into a conscious grin. "Your species is so easy to understand. Shortness of breath, rapid heartbeat, the pheromones you generate are all access doors of your limited nature. You can't hide anything from me."

Strange swallowed hard, while the left head began to chuckle hysterically, as if it was taunting him. At the same time, the one on the right smiled sadistically, uncovering the long fangs and snapping the forked tongue.

"Let me clarify the situation. By now I know what special abilities you have. I can see the improvements inside you", Ghidorah continued, advancing towards the Avenger. "I can capture the electrical activity of your brain. I know what moves you are preparing to make. I have already faced our confrontation in a million different ways in my mind. I can hit you before you realize it in the least."

Having said that, it spreads its big wings, causing a shadow to fall on the surrounding area.

"I am what every creature dreams to become. I am what children see when they think of death for the first time. This is what it means to be Ghidorah!" it proclaimed with a strong and thundering voice, while the body of the creature lit up with a golden glow.

Electric discharges escaped from the tips of the wings, affecting the road surface and raising pieces of shards in mid-air.

Strange summoned another pair of shields out of nowhere, putting himself in a defensive position.

"I will not allow you to further threaten this planet", he said coldly, receiving a mocking smile from the monster.

"Why not?" the hydra asked, with a shrug.

"Things come and go, sorcerer. This is the juice. In billions and billions of years everything will have come and gone many times, in various forms. Even I will be gone. Someone will kill me absurdly. A real shame, the loss of a remarkable life form. Conservationists will protest, I'm sure about that", it said with an ironic smile.

Then the three heads threw grimaces full of malice at the wizard.

"These buildings and these stones .. everything will pass. Poof!" the middle one snorted. "I'm just anticipating the path."

Apparently, that was the drop that made the vase overflow.

Strange screamed in anger and jumped towards the dragon, his right hand wrapped in a shield and his left hand hoisting a sparkling silver spear. Ghidorah just waved his tail, hitting the Avenger.

Strange's protection was reduced to a mere mass of stray sparks, while the wizard's body crashed straight into a skyscraper, piercing it from side to side.

He fell to the ground, rolling along the road for a hundred meters, stopping only when he met a car in the centre of the road.

He started with pain. Probably a femur and some ribs had broken.

And while he was getting up, Ghidorah landed right in front of him, raising a dense cloud of dust.

"Each of you mortals is only good at slaughtering other mortals! To fight and fight until your enemies' bones are scattered on the battlefields, only to return to fight the next generation as a successful harvest!" the middle head said, leaning forward and staring Stephen straight in the eyes.

"Do you really think you have any hope? Look at me! Under the epidermis of the history of the cosmos ... the veins of my path pulsate. These planets, the stars ... even a deeply ignorant individual can feel that they are full of energy and meaning. That meaning is me. I am that energy. One day all living beings will say, looking back ... that I was the precursor of the end."

And, after hissing these words, the monster spread both wings a second time, overlying the tiny figure of the Avenger. Strange, now standing, summoned another shield, bigger than the previous ones.

At the same time, the gills of Ghidorah glowed bright red.

"Super or ordinary, you are simply a man. And I ... I'm a god!" it exclaimed, unloading a torrent of electricity on the sorcerer.

Heat waves, flashes of light, black smoke and the sound of the explosion spread in all directions.

Stephen gritted his teeth, appealing to all his strength to sustain the power of that attack.

The blow had generated terrible 3000 degree Celsius discharges. At temperatures above 2000 degrees the human body melted before it burned, so it would not survive for long. It would soon end up like the road, melted like a sugar sculpture, smashed on the asphalt, like a used piece of chewing gum.

And as the man's energy was consumed ... the Mirror Dimension began to shatter, until it was replaced by the real New York.

The sudden return of Ghidorah panicked all those passers-by who had recklessly approached the point where it had disappeared a few minutes earlier, with the false hope that Strange had finally saved them from that fearful threat.

Those same passers-by were immediately incinerated because of the electric shock that the monster was pouring on the wizard.

However, noticing the sudden change of landscape, the beast ended the attack and straightened up suddenly, smiling satisfied.

Strange fell to his knees, now exhausted.

All the three heads of the hydra turned towards him.

"Young fool. Only now do you understand the madness of your actions", the middle one commented, opening its jaws once more.

The monster's throat began to vibrate, and the man waited with a resigned expression for the impending death.

"So this is how it ends", he whispered to himself. "Well ... it could have been worse..."

He didn't have time to finish that thought.

A scarlet glow illuminated the area in front of Ghidorah. Then, he heard a prolonged buzz followed by a deafening toll, while the air around the monster's chest was filled with blood-red mixed flashes.

The dragon was pushed back several meters, as if it had been hit by an invisible train.

It tried to use the wings to stay anchored to the ground, but the impact force was large enough to lift it. It landed about two hundred meters from Strange, who in the meantime had turned in the direction of his mysterious saviour.

Wanda Maximoff emerged from the cloud of dust, with her hands stretched out in front of her and her eyes adorned with an intense red glow, of which the body was partially wrapped.

"Stay away from him", she snarled, before kneeling beside the sorcerer.

The man wanted to speak to her, perhaps to thank her, or even to tell her to run and not look back. But he was too tired even to do one of those actions, and he just stared at the young woman with eyes full of relief.

She smiled at him, while the figure of Wong appeared at the border of the war zone and ran towards the couple.

Without wasting time, he helped the wizard to get up, murmuring something that sounded vaguely like a "Thank God".

Confident that the man was now in good hands, Wanda completely turned her attention to Ghidorah.

The dragon had approached the trio cautiously, its eyes fixed on the new arrival.

"Another challenger comes to the rescue of the fallen. This is becoming irritating", the middle head commented.

Wanda tightened both eyelids.

"Believe me, I'm just getting started", she hissed angrily, while her hands began to glow with scarlet light.

The left head observed the action with a childish glint in its eyes, apparently intrigued by that unusual fireworks display. The sentiment didn't seem shared by the one on the right, which gave the Avenger a threatening snarl.

"Do you really think you can face me alone? To succeed where so many have failed?" the middle one asked, smiling mockingly.

Then, it opened its mouth wide, ready to discharge a torrent of electricity against the young woman. It had no chance.

Someone came from behind the monster.

The air between that mysterious figure and the hydra's body rippled, like the surface of a sea moved by the waves. At the same time, a deafening trill, mixed with the echo of a thunder, echoed throughout the length of the neighbourhood, shattering the windows within a radius of several meters and forcing the spectators, including Wanda, to plug their ears.

The sound also affected Ghidorah's heads, which released a roar of pain and anger, interrupting their imminent attack.

Daisy Johnson, aka Quake, landed gracefully on top of a skyscraper, not affected by the sonic wave she had just generated.

"She's not alone", she said with a confident smile, attracting the furious gaze of the dragon.

And then, three other figures took their places around the beast. A vision that raised the hearts of all those people who weren't able to escape from the area, hidden among the falling buildings.

The heroes known as War Machine, Falcon and the White Wolf ... had come to their rescue.

"Sorry for being late, do you mind if we join the party?" Rhodey said, waving quickly in the direction of Wanda and Quake. They nodded back, while Ghidorah's heads began to peer at them threateningly.

"Fury, update us", Bucky said, pressing on the headset he was wearing.

"That thing took Carol's blows as if nothing had happened, I doubt that you'll be able even to scratch its skin. Aim at the eyes and the heads, they seem to be its only weak point."

"Roger", Sam answered, before changing frequency. "Sharon, give us cover fire."

"I'm on my way."

At that precise moment, a shower of bullets fell on Ghidorah's back, taking it by surprise.

The creature roared with anger and looked up at the sky. The tapered shape of the Quinjet emerged from the cloud cover, darting over the immense figure of the dragon.

The head on the right narrowed its eyes and fired an electric beam against that new threat. The aircraft, however, avoided the blow with superb skill, disappearing once again into the clouds.

Needless to say, Ghidorah was not at all amused by the turn the events had taken.

"I don't have time for you insects", the middle head said, spreading its wings.

Wanda and Quake took up a defensive position, ready to repel any attack that the creature would have poured on them. However ... nothing happened. Or rather, something happened, but not what the young women expected. Just like the other avengers, for that matter.

The scales that made up Ghidoraha's body began to vibrate, producing a series of low, rhythmic pops. Some scales tilted, rising from the layer of skin and revealing something that would haunt the nightmares of the heroes for the days to come.
Under those scales, in fact ... there were insects. Insects the size of a car, similar to fleas. All with jaws bristling with sharp teeth.

The creatures began to crawl over Ghidorah's body, pouring down on the ground like rain. And there were hundreds, perhaps thousands. A small army that came directly from the beast's body.

Perhaps they were parasites, or beings symbiotically linked to the dragon, the result of a silent agreement resulting from years and years of joint evolution.

None of the Avengers had the opportunity to dwell on the subject.

"Well… this is something that you don't see every day", Daisy commented.

And then, the creatures threw themselves at the heroes with a joint squeal.


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The giant flea jumped at Jessica.

The woman wasted no time and threw herself towards the beast, just as it opened its jaws. She managed to block them just before they closed on her, appealing to all her strength.

The animal roared and stuck a clawed paw in the detective's shoulder. The latter winced in pain, but forced herself not to scream.

Uncontainable anger and exasperation got the better on her common sense and, armed only with her own hands, she began to pull.

A loud crack was heard, while Jessica tore the monster's jaws.

A green substance gushed from the insect's body and spilled over the detective's body, much to her disgust.

The woman threw the flea's corpse, panting because of the effort. In that moment, she heard a groan behind her.

The boy who had been drinking with her just a few minutes before had recovered from fainting and had started to move.

Jessica ran to him and knee beside him.

"Are you ok?" she asked with a worried tone, while her drinking partner coughed because of the dust.

"Yes ... I ... I think so. I'm just a little shaken", he muttered through his teeth. His face was completely covered with soot and a sumptuous bruise running across his forehead.

Jessica nodded in relief. "What's your name?"

"F… Ford", the man replied, with a hoarse voice.

"Jessica, nice to meet you", the detective said with a reassuring tone, receiving an ironic smile in return.

"Yes, I know who you are."

The woman just rolled her eyes. At least he had kept his humor, and he didn't seem traumatized by what had just happened.

The room around them was dark because of the dust, but slightly illuminated by the light passing through the blanket.

As Jessica helped the boy to get up, she heard a loud clicking sound coming from outside the bar.

Panicked, the two hid behind a large piece of ceiling, leaning against the bar.

"Don't make a sound", the woman ordered.

She leaned over the debris to get a better view of the area.

The detective heard a hissing sound that grew and died slowly, followed by that unmistakable ticking sound. It could have been the wind, yet she knew it wasn't.
Beside her, the young man swallowed hard.

"We are going to die, aren't we?"

"Not if I've got something to say about it", the woman replied coldly. She leaned forward and returned to stare at the surrounding area.

In the darkness of the room she saw the green rectangular surfaces of the now overturned tables. Among these, another giant flea moved easily, silent like a ghost, with the exception of the slight tolling caused by its scissors-like jaws.

The woman shivered. That monster was much bigger than the previous one. She could see it although part of the body was covered by some of the furniture.

Jessica only glimpsed the upper part of the exoskeleton, the two front legs tightened at the sides and the massive head bristling with little evil eyes.

The arthropod was on alert; as it advanced, it looked from side to side, moving its head with sudden movements, like a dog. It proceeded decisively.

From time to time it bent over, lowering its muzzle to the table. Jessica saw it sniff the air quickly.

Then the head jerked up, alert, swinging rapidly back and forth to patrol the area. And then the woman understood: it was coming towards them. It had smelled them!
She slumped quickly against the cabinet so as not to be seen. Ford noticed.

"What's going on?"

The superheroine didn't answer. She gestured for silence and started pushing him towards the innermost part of the room.

Slowly, very slowly, the two positioned themselves behind a table and let out an imperceptible sigh.

Jessica pulled her head out again to analyse the situation. To her horror, the flea had begun to feast on John's body.

The man let out a groan, followed by painful grunts, indicating that he was still alive. Then, the flea detaches his head.

Jessica raised a hand to her mouth to avoid shouting, but the sudden movement made her elbow clash against the surface of the table. The beast raised its head suddenly and pointed its muzzle in the direction of their hiding place.

Jessica hid her head without a second thought.

The creature snorted and opened its jaws, exposing rows of razor-sharp teeth. It stared forward again, jerking its head from side to side.

The woman felt her heart skip a beat. Now they had the insect a few meters from them.

She saw the sticky and shiny beer pouring on the floor, and the small nerve contractions of the hair on its legs.

Jessica took a few calming breaths and motioned for her partner to move.

Without making the slightest noise, the two saw behind the counter.

The creature, meanwhile, stuck its head at the end of their previous hiding place and began to sniff the wooden boards.

Jessica turned back to Ford and put a hand on his shoulder. The latter stared at her in terror.

"Do you trust me?" the woman asked, full of anticipation.

In response, the young man merely raised an eyebrow, whispering: "Do I have another choice?"

"No, I don't think so."

And, having said that, Jessica put her feet on the vertical surface of the counter. Then, she grabbed a can of beer and threw it towards the opposite wall of the room, making it fall right in front of where the couple had hidden.

The flea jerked its head up and pointed in the direction of the object. It approached cautiously and began to scratch it with its paws, growling threateningly. Jessica wasn't expecting anything else.

She took a deep breath and, with all the strength she had in her body, pushed the counter with a flexion of the legs.

The piece of furniture, however large, ended up succumbing to the superhuman strength of the superheroine, and broke up from the ground.

The insect didn't notice in time, and was crushed by the weight of the wood straight against the wall.

Jessica got up in a hurry, throwing herself heavily against the counter and trapping the screaming beast.

"Help me!" she ordered imperiously, shaking Ford from his state of terror.

The young man went to the woman and began to push, while the flea started to kick and growl like a crazy dog. At the same time, the wall began to get wet with its blood, and numerous pops signalled the break of the exoskeleton.

In the end, after what seemed like an endless time, Jessica took one last step forward, nailing the creature to the wall with a loud CRACK!

The beast, now dead, remained stuck there, with the counter stuck in its body.

At the same time, the woman let out a sigh of relief. It had been hard ... but they had made it.

She turned her gaze to a panting Ford.

"And now ... let's get out of here. I want to know what the fuck is going on in this damned city."


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Yes, Ghidorah has an army of Cloverfield-Style fleas. In the next chapter, we'll see how Peter and Carol are doing, Wanda and Quake vs Ghidorah, Sam, Rohdey and Bucky vs fleas army and...other things ;)