Scott yelled in pain. The Kang variants were wailing the living crap out of him. His suit had been completely demolished. He was slow in getting to his feet, only to be bashed back down by another variant. And another. And another.
"Enough!" shouted Immortus.
They stopped beating him.
"Pathetic!" exclaimed Rama Tut.
"Are you sure thst this is the man who defeated the Exiled One?" asked the Centurion.
"Show us your power!" yelled Immortus.
Scott nodded and got to his feet. He wiped blood from his face and got in a boxing pose. He shuffled back and forth. "I can do this all day!"
Scott threw a punch at Immortus, only for Rama Tut to catch his fist and twist it behind his back. Scott yelped in pure agony.
Strange could do nothing but watch. He was tied with steel ropes against a wall and he saw his sling ring still lay next to the dead Kang variant. He grunted, he cringed, he grumbled to himself. His third eye opened. He suddenly remembered.
Before the death of Wanda Maximoff, Strange had gotten hold of the Darkhold. He had a photographic memory, and thus the only copy of the dark magic that remained was in his mind. He had seen many dark spells, but he didn't dare to use them. Now was a different time. Desperate times called for desperate measures.
Strange did an odd motion with his hands, and the metal rope unbound itself and formed into a noose. He swung it and it wrapped itself around Centurion's throat, strangling him. It became a snake and coiled itself, trying to suffocate him.
Strange used the distraction to grab his sling, and made a portal that cut a big hole in the floor of the ship, sucking most of them out.
Strange, Scott, Centurion and many of the variants fell, New York just below their feet. Strange casted a portal beneath him and Scott, allowing them to land safely on the Sanctum roof.
Scott panted and looked around as the hundreds of variants fell, some using their advanced tech to land safely. Others were not so lucky.
Scarlet Centurion tore the snake off his throat, smiting it with his blaster.
Immortus' hologram appeared before the city once again. "ATTACK! NOW! THEY ARE TOO HOSTILE!"
Centurion yelled, and the Kangs all readied themselves, assembling their weapons and blasters.
Sam Wilson and his team stood atop their facility, unwavering and unafraid.
Thor sat there, taking in everything his variant brother told him.
"Stop," said Thor, cutting off Loki in mid sentence.
Loki paused.
"This Kang," began Thor, "He's coming for the timelines?"
"Yes! Thor, there's hundreds of him, and we have to stop him before he destroys the entire universe!"
"Brother..."
Loki sighed.
"I'm not exactly your brother... I'm a version. Variant. I'm from a different timeline. I know what happened to me but that's another story, for now we have to stop the one behind this! Please, Thor, for the sake of Father. For Mother's sake... help me."
Thor winced at the mention of their mother. Loki truly meant what he said.
"Very well. Love! Little one, would you hand me Stormbreaker?"
The little girl gave Thor his axe. The thunder god slammed the bottom of Stormbreaker to the ground, opening up the bifrost.
Peter Parker had heard the hologram firsthand.
"Oh, great. Just like when I skipped the bus."
He quickly ran into an alley, putting on his suit and looking out at New York, ready to fight against the variants.
Sam threw the shield, hitting a variant in the face. It bounced and he caught it, bashing another's mask off while knocking the Kangs around with his wings.
Shang Chi, one of the newer members, used his rings to defeat many of the Kangs.
The Centurion looked at him with fascination.
"It would appear the Middle eastern one has something of mine! Something I thought to be long gone!"
Centurion leapt down to Shang Chi. He swung his rings, but they stopped in midair.
Centurion chuckled and grabbed them, backflipping and kicking Shang into a nearby building.
Namor flew through the streets, diving among the Kangs and killing every single one he saw with his spear. He practically growled in pleasure as he did so. But it wasn't enough. He was consumed by hatred. He had to kill more. More. More...
Parker swung, using his webs to take down miniature aircrafts and kicking Kangs against buildings. "Where do all these guys come from??"
"Oh, Spider boy!" exclaimed Sam. "Nice of you to drop by."
Peter swung in next to him. "Just swinging through the neighborhood."
"And to think I ain't ever seen your face before."
Bucky was knocked against a sign, a Kang closing in on him.
A grey figure appeared behind him, and grabbed the back the the Kang's head, shaking wildly and causing him to glitch in and out of existence.
Bucky groaned and got up.
"When the hell'd you get here?"
He was talking to none other than Ava Starr, aka Ghost.
"That's a long story. Now isn't the time."