Charlie took a deep breath, steadying herself before explaining everything—the Exterminations, Doom's hostile takeover, and the sheer destruction wrought upon both Hell and Earth. As she spoke, Thor, Doctor Strange, and Spider-Man listened intently, their expressions shifting from disbelief to shock.

When she finished, Thor furrowed his brow, his grip tightening around Mjolnir. "This is absurd! Even in the most dire of times, neither Hel, Asgard, nor Valhalla would dare take such reckless actions! Doom has no claim to such power!" His voice boomed with righteous fury, the very air around him crackling with divine energy.

Charlie turned to him, her eyes pleading. "Thor, shouldn't we focus on stopping Doom first? If we take him down, maybe we can put an end to all of this before it gets worse!"

Thor shook his head. "Nonsense! Even if Doom falls, those who serve this madness will continue their bloodshed. No, we must take a different approach."

Before Charlie could ask what he meant, Thor suddenly reached out and took her hand in his, his grip firm yet steady.

"Thor, what are you—?" she started, but he cut her off with a commanding shout.

"HEIMDALL! OPEN THE BIFROST!"

A brilliant column of rainbow-colored energy shot down from the heavens, enveloping both Thor and Charlie in an instant. The force of it whipped the air around them, and before anyone could react, they were gone—whisked away by the divine bridge of Asgard.

All that remained in their place was a glowing Norse rune, seared into the icy pavement.

The group stood in stunned silence for a long moment before Blitzo finally broke it. "What the fuck just happened?!" he yelled, his tail bristling.

Doctor Strange adjusted his cloak, exhaling as he observed the rune left behind. "That," he said, his voice measured, "was the Bifrost. A powerful means of travel used by the Asgardians to move between realms." He narrowed his eyes. "As for where Thor has taken Charlie… I do not yet know."

"You think shes alright?" Vaggie asked worried about her

"Trust me, there not better hands for her to be safe in than one whos Omnipotent." Strange sakd

Charlie clung tightly to Thor as they hurtled through the Bifrost, streaking past nebulae, distant star systems, and planets that shimmered like jewels against the vastness of space. The vibrant, prismatic energy of the bridge swirled around them, its speed nearly overwhelming.

Before she could fully process the journey, the beam of light came to an abrupt end, and they arrived in a place unlike anything Charlie had ever seen. Thor descended gracefully, his boots landing with a resonant thud on solid ground. Charlie, however, stumbled slightly as she regained her footing, her head spinning from the sudden stop.

"Please never do that again," she groaned, rubbing her temples.

Thor let out a hearty chuckle. "My apologies, Lady Charlie, but your plight is too great to delay. It must be heard by those who hold power beyond Earth and Hell alike."

Charlie straightened herself, brushing off her coat as she took in their surroundings. Towering golden structures gleamed under an ethereal light, their intricate carvings depicting legends far older than any mortal civilization. Massive statues of deities stood watch over the city, their divine presence undeniable. Grand staircases led to colossal halls, where robed figures of various shapes, sizes, and species moved with purpose, their divine essence radiating from them like a tangible force.

"Where are we?" she asked, awestruck.

Thor gestured to the vast cityscape before them. "This is Omnipotence City, the grand embassy and parliament of all gods across the cosmos."

Charlie's eyes widened. "All gods? As in, every god that exists?"

Thor nodded. "Aye. While you may be familiar with the deities of Earth, the universe holds countless pantheons—some as ancient as creation itself. This is where they convene, where matters of divine importance are debated and decreed."

Charlie swallowed hard, suddenly feeling very small in the presence of such overwhelming power. She had grown up knowing about Heaven and Hell, angels and demons, but this? This was something far beyond anything she had ever imagined.

"And we're here because…?" she prompted, still trying to process everything.

Thor turned to Charlie, his expression grim. "If there is any hope of stopping the slaughter in Hell, we might find someone from Heaven here."

Without another word, the two took off down the grand halls of Omnipotence City, their footsteps echoing against the marble floors. The towering golden columns and celestial murals surrounding them were breathtaking, but there was no time to admire the architecture. They needed answers.

Approaching a large circular desk, Thor and Charlie were met by a serene-looking deity with four eyes and golden skin, dressed in flowing robes. The receptionist greeted them with a calm, otherworldly voice. "Welcome to Omnipotence City. How may I assist you?"

Charlie stepped forward, still slightly out of breath. "Um, hi! We're looking for someone—anyone from Heaven."

The receptionist hummed in thought, their four eyes scanning through an enormous tome that floated in front of them. After a moment, they nodded. "Ah, here we are. We currently have a Remiel, Virtue of Kindness, in attendance."

Charlie's eyes widened. "Remiel? She's an archangel."

"Excellent," Thor said, crossing his arms. "Where can we find her?"

The receptionist glanced at a floating map of the city. "According to our records, she is currently at a café nearby."

Charlie blinked. "There's a café here?"

Thor chuckled. "Indeed. Omnipotence City caters to gods of all kinds, including those who appreciate the finer aspects of mortal indulgence."

As they exited the hall, Charlie glanced up at him. "So… there's a god of coffee?"

Thor nodded. "Aye. Ek Chuah, the Mayan god of cacao, which forms the foundation of both chocolate and coffee."

Sure enough, when they arrived at the café, they saw a tall, dark-skinned deity with jade ornaments and feathered attire behind the counter, expertly crafting intricate latte art. Other gods and celestial beings were seated at elegant tables, sipping divine brews.

At one of those tables, a woman with soft pink hair and a radiant presence sat sipping her coffee. Charlie's face lit up.

"Aunt Remiel!" she called, rushing toward the angel.

Remiel looked up in surprise, her bright golden eyes widening. "Charlie?" Then she spotted the towering Asgardian behind her. "Thor? Why have you brought her here?"

Thor set Mjolnir down with a heavy thud, his face grave. "Because the situation is dire."

Charlie and Thor quickly explained everything—about the exterminations in Hell, the mass slaughter of demons, and the one orchestrating it all.

Remiel's expression darkened, her serene presence shifting into something far more intense. "What? Adam and Lute have no authority to order such actions! The only one who could have done this behind God's back is… Sera."

Charlie swallowed hard. "Yes, but Adam is dead."

Remiel froze. "What? Who killed him?"

Remiel's face went pale, her expression frozen as Thor's words settled in. The delicate porcelain cup in her hands slipped from her grasp, shattering against the marble floor, the spilled coffee pooling at her feet.

She inhaled deeply, steadying herself before turning to Charlie. "Charlie, I will always support your vision of rehabilitation. But you must understand—there are demons who will refuse redemption, no matter how hard you try. Some will fight against change with everything they have."

Charlie's heart clenched, but she nodded. "I know… but I still have to try."

Remiel gave her a solemn look before glancing toward the sky. "As for Sera and Victor…" Her golden wings flared open, radiant and commanding. "I will take this to God Himself."

Without another word, she stepped onto the ledge of the balcony, then launched herself into the sky, ascending toward the highest realms with a burst of divine energy.

Charlie watched her go, gripping her hands into fists. "I hope she can convince Him to stop this madness…"

Thor placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "If any angel can, it is her. But come—we still have much to prepare for."

Spider-Man sat casually on the edge of the rooftop in time square, his legs dangling over the side as he glanced between Loona and Octavia in human disguse. The city lights flickered below them, the hum of New York's nightlife filling the air.

"So, let me get this straight," he said, tilting his head. "Your dad had an affair, you hate him for it, but instead of sticking with the guy who actually cares about you, you'd rather live with a toxic mom who sounds like she could out-scream Black Bolt and an uncle who basically turned Bleecker Street into Antarctica?"

Octavia hugged her knees, staring down at the street below. "I don't know… I just…" Her voice was small, vulnerable. "I just want to be happy with my family."

Spidey leaned back on his hands, letting her words sink in before speaking. "Tell me—does your dad love you?"

Octavia hesitated for only a moment before nodding. "Yeah… he does."

Spider-Man leaned against the rooftop's edge, his masked face turned toward Octavia. "Then support him," he said simply. "As much as he supports you."

Octavia looked down, hugging her knees. "My dad isn't perfect… but he does love me," she admitted.

Loona huffed, crossing her arms. "Yeah, well, same with mine," she muttered.

Spider-Man nodded. "So does my aunt."

Loona glanced at him. "Aunt? What happened to your parents?"

There was a brief pause before Spidey answered. "They died in a plane crash," he said, his voice losing some of its usual energy. "And as for my uncle… he got gunned down in a mugging."

Loona's ears twitched slightly at that. Octavia frowned. "Oh… I'm sorry."

Spidey gave a small shrug, trying to keep things light. "It is what it is."

Loona, ever the blunt one, pointed at his suit. "Is that why you wear those pajamas?"

"Hey, I look good in them," Spidey shot back, striking a mock heroic pose.

Octavia managed a small smirk. "I bet everyone loves you."

Spider-Man opened his mouth, but a loud, obnoxious voice boomed from a nearby billboard screen before he could respond.

"MENACE!"

All three turned toward the massive monitor as the familiar face of J. Jonah Jameson appeared, his mustache bristling with fury.

"That web-swinging wall-crawler has spun his last web! He should be strung up by the neck with it!" Jameson roared.

Spider-Man sighed, pinching the bridge of his mask. "And there it is."

"DURING HIS LAST ENCOUNTER IN BLEECKER STREET, HIS RECKLESS ACTIONS LEFT AN ENTIRE STREET FROZEN SOLID!" Jameson continued, practically foaming at the mouth.

"BULLSHIT!" Loona snapped. "Who the hell is this guy?"

Spider-Man sighed. "J. Jonah Jameson. Editor-in-chief of The Daily Bugle… and my boss."

Octavia's eyes widened in disbelief. "Your boss? Why the hell do you work for him?"

Spidey shrugged. "Superheroes don't exactly come with a paycheck. Bills don't pay themselves."

Loona smirked. "That's rough, buddy."

Before they could continue, Spider-Man suddenly tensed, his Spider-Sense flaring like a siren in his head.

"Uh-oh."

A split second later, an explosion rocked the city, sending plumes of smoke billowing into the sky. Sirens blared in the distance.

"Guess that's my cue." Without hesitation, Spider-Man shot out a web and swung toward the chaos.

Loona and Octavia exchanged glances before following him across the rooftops.

When Spider-Man arrived at the scene, he immediately spotted the source of the trouble—a bank robbery in progress. And leading the charge? None other than Herman Schultz, The Shocker.

Spidey landed gracefully on a nearby lamppost. "Hey, Herman."

Shocker turned, already irritated. "Seriously?"

Without another word, he raised his vibro-gauntlets and fired a concussive blast. Spider-Man flipped out of the way, narrowly dodging the shockwave as it shattered the pavement where he once stood.

Spidey web-zipped toward him, dodging another blast before delivering a swift kick to Shocker's chest. "Y'know, Herman, I thought you were done being someone's patsy."

Shocker grunted, recovering quickly. "Yeah? Well, times change!" He swung a powered-up punch, the vibrations in his gauntlet crackling with energy.

Spider-Man ducked just in time, but before he could counter, a feral snarl caught both their attention.

A large, wolf-like figure lunged at Shocker from the side—Loona, fully transformed into her hellhound form. She snarled and swiped at him with her claws, tearing through one of his gauntlets with ease.

"What the hell?!" Shocker stumbled back, his left gauntlet sparking uselessly.

Before he could react, Octavia stepped forward, her eyes glowing with dark magic. She extended her hand, sending a pulse of magical energy that struck Shocker square in the chest, knocking him further off balance.

Spidey wasted no time, shooting out a web to yank the remaining gauntlet from Shocker's wrist before wrapping him up in a tight cocoon of webbing. "And that is a wrap."

The sirens grew louder as police arrived on the scene. Civilians who had been watching the battle began clapping and cheering.

"Nice job, you two," Spidey said, grinning under his mask.

Loona huffed, dusting herself off, while Octavia looked away, her face slightly flushed from the attention.

For once, the two of them felt… kind of like heroes.

Avengers Tower – The Briefing

Inside Avengers Tower, the room was filled with an unusual gathering. Doctor Strange stood at the center, his Cloak of Levitation subtly shifting behind him as he listened intently. Across from him, Tony Stark leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled together as he processed the news.

"So… Doom took over Hell," Tony mused, shaking his head with an amused smirk. "Gotta admit, that's a new one."

"You sound surprised?" Alastor, the Radio Demon, chuckled, his crimson eyes gleaming with intrigue.

Tony shrugged. "Honestly? When it comes to Doom, nothing should surprise me anymore. The guy's one of the few whose tech almost outclasses mine."

"Probably because of the magic he infuses into it," Strange interjected.

Tony huffed, clearly wanting to argue, but he couldn't deny it. "Yeah, okay, fair point, Wizard Supreme."

Blitzo, ever the impulsive one, crossed his arms. "So why don't we just invade Latveria? Bust some heads, take back Hell, bada bing, bada boom."

"I feel like that's how you start World War III," Moxxie muttered, rubbing his temples.

"And you'd be right," Tony confirmed. "As much of a dangerous lunatic as Doom is, he is still the ruler of Latveria, which means he's got diplomatic immunity. Even if we could attack, his tech would probably shoot us out of the sky before we got within a hundred miles of the place."

Before anyone could respond, an ear-splitting alarm blared throughout the tower. Tony's expression hardened as he pulled up a holographic display, his eyes scanning the alert.

"The Raft," he said grimly.

Husk, who had been lazily mixing himself a drink at the bar, raised an eyebrow. "What's a boat got to do with our situation?"

"The Raft isn't a boat," Tony clarified. "It's a high-security supermax prison built by S.H.I.E.L.D. to house the worst of the worst. And right now, someone's breaking the prisoners out."

Doctor Strange's expression darkened. "If Doom is making a move, we cannot afford to stand idle."

Tony was already suiting up, his Model 13 armor encasing him in sleek red and gold plating. His helmet sealed with a metallic hiss as he turned to his AI assistant. "Friday, alert all Avengers in the area. We're gonna need backup."

"On it, boss," Friday responded.

Without another word, Iron Man blasted off, leaving behind a trail of repulsor energy as he sped toward the Raft.

Doctor Strange wasted no time, conjuring a golden portal with a wave of his hands. "We must assist him. Vagatha, Angel, Blitzo, Moxxie, Millie—you may come with me."

As the portal shimmered, the demons exchanged glances before stepping through, ready to face whatever chaos awaited them.

The Raft – Supermax Prison Break

The stormy waters surrounding the Raft churned violently as klaxons blared across the island facility. A swarm of escaping prisoners flooded the entrance, some wielding stolen weapons, others relying on brute force to carve a path to freedom.

Suddenly, a streak of red and gold shot down from the sky.

BOOM!

Iron Man landed in the center of the chaos, his repulsors charged. He fired off a quick series of blasts, expertly knocking out several escapees in rapid succession.

A golden portal shimmered open behind him, and Doctor Strange stepped through, his crimson Cloak of Levitation billowing behind him. Vaggie, Angel Dust, Blitzo, Moxxie, and Millie followed closely, weapons at the ready.

"Coming through!"

A blur of red and blue swung overhead. Spider-Man flipped through the air, webbing up one prisoner before landing a powerful kick to another's face.

Loona and Octavia soon arrived, pulling up in a small speedboat that bobbed against the prison's dock. Loona crossed her arms. "Sorry we're late. Had to hitch a ride."

"Hey, we need to save the world, remember?" Octavia added, stepping onto the dock.

A sudden CRACK of thunder split the sky. The rainbow energy of the Bifrost tore through the storm clouds, leaving a scorched mark on the ground as Thor and Charlie emerged from the swirling light.

"Charlie, what's the update?" Vaggie called over the sounds of battle.

Charlie brushed some of her blonde curls out of her face. "We spoke with an archangel. They're discussing shutting down the Extermination for good."

"That's cute, but we've got bigger fish to fry right now," Iron Man cut in, motioning toward the incoming wave of prisoners.

Before anyone could react, the distant roar of a jet engine filled the air. A sleek, black aircraft emblazoned with the Avengers' "A" logo swooped in low over the prison. The rear hatch opened mid-flight, and a lone figure dropped down.

CLANG!

The unmistakable vibranium shield ricocheted off the walls, striking down a cluster of escaping prisoners before returning to its owner—Captain America.

Steve Rogers landed with practiced precision, catching his shield in one smooth motion before standing tall. His sharp blue eyes scanned the battlefield before locking onto Tony.

"How bad is it, Tony?" Cap asked, his tone all business.

"No idea," Tony replied. "But we're about to find out."

Without another word, the assembled heroes charged forward, diving headfirst into the chaos within the Raft.

The Raft – Loki's Gambit

The heroes charged down the narrow steel corridors of the Raft, alarms blaring as emergency lights flashed a deep crimson.

"So, uh… who's the patriot?" Moxxie asked, glancing at the man running beside them, clad in red, white, and blue.

Tony smirked under his helmet. "Demons, meet Captain America. Cap, meet demons."

Steve Rogers blinked. "Demons?"

"It's a long story," Tony said quickly.

They burst into the central chamber of the prison, where the power dampeners kept the most dangerous inmates locked away. But in the middle of the large room stood a single, imposing figure draped in green and gold robes, a golden horned helmet resting atop his head. He gripped a staff casually, his smirk growing as he spotted the group.

"Loki," Thor growled, his grip on Mjolnir tightening.

The trickster god's smirk widened. "Ah, brother," he purred mockingly.

Thor wasted no time—he hurled Mjolnir straight at Loki's chest. But just before the hammer could make contact, his body shimmered and vanished. An illusion.

"Good to see you too," Loki's voice rang out from behind them.

The group spun around, weapons ready.

"Brother?" Millie asked, glancing at Thor.

"Unfortunately," Thor muttered.

Loki reappeared beside them with a theatrical flourish, his expression smug as ever. The heroes and demons instinctively stepped back.

"Allow me to introduce myself properly," Loki said, placing a hand over his chest. "I am Loki of Asgard, and I have come with glorious purpose."

"What is the meaning of this?" Thor demanded.

Loki sighed dramatically. "You see, I recently had a most intriguing meeting with Victor von Doom. He has such grand ambitions, truly. He seeks new recruits, and I—well, let's just say I rather liked his pitch."

"Recruitment?" Spider-Man echoed.

"Yes, dear arachnid," Loki continued smoothly. "And what better recruits than those already brimming with… potential?"

Before anyone could stop him, Loki raised his staff and slammed it against the ground. A pulse of green energy surged outward.

With a heavy CLANK, the security systems powered down. One by one, the cell doors slid open.

An eerie silence followed.

Then, from the darkness, hundreds of prisoners stepped forward—villains of all kinds, their eyes filled with newfound freedom and vengeance.

"Well," Tony muttered, charging up his repulsors. "This just got a whole lot worse."

Before anyone could respond, a thick black tendril shot out from the shadows, wrapping tightly around Spider-Man's neck and yanking him off his feet.

"Spidey!" Charlie cried out in alarm.

The group turned their gaze upward to see a hulking, monstrous figure crouched on the upper walkway, glowing white eyes and a jagged maw of razor-sharp teeth twisting into a sinister grin.

"Venom," Spidey gasped for air.

The alien symbiote's voice rumbled through the chamber. "We will enjoy picking your bones clean as we are going to eat your brain, Parker."

Despite the tight grip around his throat, Spider-Man managed a strained chuckle. "Eddie! Always a pleasure. Have you been working out? You look extra horrifying today."

Venom's maw widened, a thick, viscous tongue slithering out as he pulled Spidey closer. "Oh, we have missed this."

Just as Venom was about to sink his teeth in, Spidey planted both feet against the wall and launched himself forward, kicking Venom square in the chest. The symbiote snarled as he stumbled back, giving Spidey enough room to break free and flip onto a nearby railing.

Venom roared and leapt after him, his massive claws swiping wildly as Spidey webbed himself away just in time. The chase was on.

"Oh, come on!" Spidey groaned as he dodged another tendril strike. "Can we not do this today?"

"NO," Venom bellowed, lunging after him with terrifying speed.

Meanwhile, on the ground, the rest of the heroes and demons found themselves surrounded as prisoners poured out of their cells, some charging toward them with murderous intent.

Blitzo cracked his knuckles. "Well, looks like it's a party now."

Millie grinned, twirling her knives. "Time to carve up some bad guys."

Captain America tightened his grip on his shield, eyeing the chaos. "Stay sharp, people. We're not letting these guys walk free."

Loki merely chuckled, watching as his spell-induced anarchy unfolded. "Oh, this is going to be fun."

Spider-Man swung out of the Raft, flipping through the stormy night sky as Venom gave chase, his monstrous form leaping from wall to wall with terrifying speed.

"Man, Eddie, you really gotta work on boundaries!" Spidey quipped as he twisted mid-air, narrowly dodging a swipe of Venom's razor-sharp claws. The symbiote let out an enraged snarl, tendrils lashing out in an attempt to snatch him mid-swing.

Venom launched himself forward, landing on the outer wall of the prison and clinging to it like a monstrous spider. His claws dug deep into the concrete as he glared at Spidey with those soulless white eyes.

"We will crush you, Parker," Venom growled, saliva dripping from his maw.

Spidey clung to the opposite wall, heart pounding but still keeping his usual bravado. "Yeah? You and what—oh, right. Just you. Big, scary, and oozing rage issues."

Venom lunged again, his powerful limbs propelling him forward like a beast pouncing on its prey. Spidey barely had time to react, flipping just as Venom's claws slashed across the stone where he had been clinging.

"Okay, seriously!" Spidey groaned, mid-swing. "Did I forget your birthday or something? 'Cause this is way too much effort over a grudge!"

Venom roared, hurling a thick tendril at him, but Spidey twisted at the last second, webbing himself onto a nearby tower. He perched there for a moment, catching his breath as Venom seethed below, preparing his next move.

Down below, the chaos at the Raft continued, but up here? It was just Spider-Man, Venom… and the fight of the night.

The battle inside the Raft was absolute chaos. Supervillains flooded the halls, brawling with heroes and demons alike. Sparks flew as Iron Man clashed with Whiplash, his repulsor blasts barely keeping the electrified whips at bay. Captain America traded blows with Batroc the Leaper, the French mercenary using acrobatics to evade the super-soldier's shield. Thor, ever the warrior, had already handled the Wrecking Crew, their weapons lying shattered at his feet.

Doctor Strange flicked his wrist, conjuring intricate sigils as Mysterio's illusions crumbled under his sorcery. "Pathetic tricks," Strange muttered as he banished the illusionist into a portal, trapping him in his cell.

"We need to lock down the prisoners!" Tony yelled, just before Whiplash's electrified tendrils wrapped around him and hurled him into a wall like a discarded toy. Sparks flew as his armor took the brunt of the impact.

"Get to the control room!" Cap ordered, dodging a kick from Batroc before countering with a devastating shield bash.

Across the battlefield, Charlie and Vaggie struggled against Titania, the towering, super-strong villainess. "You think you little brats can take me?" Titania sneered before swinging a fist. Charlie barely ducked in time as Vaggie struck back with her spear, sparks flying.

Angel Dust, meanwhile, had Hammerhead in a brutal grapple, using his many arms to block and counter the mobster's powerful strikes. "Jeez, buddy, you ever hear of conditioner?" Angel quipped, dodging a headbutt. "Your whole thing is just one big forehead, huh?"

I.M.P—Blitzo, Moxxie, and Millie—were locked in combat with Tombstone. Moxxie's bullets barely made a dent in the crime boss's rock-hard skin. "This guy's got skin tougher than rock!" Moxxie yelped as Tombstone swung at him.

"Just hit him harder!" Millie roared, leaping in with her knives.

Octavia was fending off the Grim Reaper, deflecting his scythe with bursts of magic. "You seriously need a hobby that isn't 'murder,'" she said, hurling a blast of dark energy at him.

Amidst the chaos, Loona sprinted down the corridor toward the control room. She could hear the alarms blaring, the metallic scent of blood and ozone filling the air. If she could just get the security system back online, she could lock the cells and contain the madness.

Just as she reached the doorway, a deep, growling voice made her fur bristle.

"Where do you think you're going, puppy?"

Loona's breath hitched as she turned to see the monstrous form of the Abomination towering over her. His reptilian eyes gleamed with malice as he cracked his knuckles.

Before she could react, the ceiling exploded.

A massive green blur crashed down, sending shockwaves through the floor. Dust and debris flew as Loona shielded her eyes. When she looked up, she saw him.

Big. Green. Angry.

The Incredible Hulk.

Abomination let out a low chuckle. "Hulk… stopping me?"

The Jade Giant's glare was pure fury. "Not stop you… SMASH YOU!"

With a deafening roar, Hulk charged.

The titanic clash between the two gamma-powered behemoths sent shockwaves through the Raft, their battle spilling outside as fists the size of boulders collided with bone-crushing force.

"Guys a green guy smashed through the ceiling." loona said on the comms.

"That would be Hulk, best advice is to let him fight and vent his anger." cap replied.

Blitzo was fast, unpredictable, and relentless—three things that usually gave him the upper hand in a fight. But against Taskmaster, none of that mattered.

The mercenary moved with eerie precision, dodging and countering every strike Blitzo threw at him. Every punch, every kick, every feint—it was like fighting a mirror that already knew all his tricks before he did.

Blitzo swung a knife at Taskmaster's throat, but Taskmaster effortlessly sidestepped and twisted his wrist, forcing the blade from his grip.

"Too predictable," Taskmaster sneered before driving a brutal knee into Blitzo's gut, sending him sprawling onto the floor.

Blitzo gasped, rolling onto his side. "Okay, ow. You hit like a truck."

Taskmaster loomed over him, brandishing his sword. "I've watched your every move, hellboy. You fight like a scrappy street brawler, but—" He kicked Blitzo's gun out of reach before he could grab it. "—I fight like everyone."

Blitzo wiped blood from his lip, glaring up at him. "Oh yeah? Bet you haven't fought someone who doesn't think before they fight."

Taskmaster raised an eyebrow. "That's… literally half the people I fight."

Blitzo lunged, but Taskmaster easily sidestepped again and slammed him into the wall, pinning him.

Taskmaster stumbled back, momentarily caught off guard by the sudden impact. He quickly regained his footing, his masked face turning toward his attacker.

Standing before him, poised and ready, was none other than Natasha Romanoff—Black Widow.

"Widow," Taskmaster muttered, rolling his shoulders. "Should've known you'd show up."

Natasha smirked, her stance relaxed yet deadly. "What's wrong? Didn't see that coming?"

Without hesitation, she launched into a rapid assault, her strikes swift and precise. Taskmaster immediately adjusted, blocking and countering her moves with uncanny accuracy. Every punch, every kick, every feint—he mirrored her perfectly, as if they were two synchronized dancers in a deadly ballet.

Natasha threw a high kick, but Taskmaster caught her ankle, twisting to throw her off balance. She flipped mid-air, landing gracefully before sweeping her leg in a low kick. Taskmaster jumped back just in time, his sword slicing through the air toward her. She dodged, feeling the blade graze past her suit.

"I've memorized all your moves, Widow," Taskmaster taunted, pressing forward. "You can't surprise me."

Natasha narrowed her eyes. "Good thing I don't play fair."

She suddenly feigned a right hook, but at the last second, she activated her Widow's Bite. The electrified shock gauntlets discharged a pulse of energy, catching Taskmaster off guard and forcing him back with a grunt of pain.

Taskmaster shook off the shock, gripping his sword tightly. "Cute trick."

"Thanks," Natasha quipped, flipping back into a defensive stance. "Got plenty more where that came from."

The two circled each other again, both knowing that this fight was far from over.

Moxxie, Millie, and Angel Dust were crouched behind a set of overturned crates, bullets whizzing past them with deadly precision. Every time they tried to peek out, another round struck dangerously close, forcing them to stay low.

"Yo, Cap!" Angel called into his communicator, keeping his head down. "We got a sniper pinning us down—not in the fun way—and he's wearing a suit."

"What does he look like?" Captain America's voice came through the comms, steady and focused.

Millie quickly glanced out before ducking back behind cover, narrowly avoiding a bullet that zipped past her cheek. "Black and white suit, target on his forehead."

There was a pause before Cap responded. "Bullseye." His tone was grim. "Stay in cover. I got a guy for this."

A moment later, a high-speed arrow sliced through the air, barely missing Bullseye's head as it embedded itself into the concrete near his perch.

Bullseye smirked, his sharp eyes trailing the arrow's trajectory. "Finally, a real challenge."

From a rooftop across the yard, Hawkeye stood tall, bow drawn, another arrow already nocked and aimed. "Bullseye," Clint called out, his voice calm yet laced with challenge. "Been a while."

Bullseye cracked his neck, twirling a knife between his fingers. "Long enough for me to get even better."

Hawkeye smirked. "Good. I was hoping for a warm-up."

With that, the two marksmen unleashed their first shots in a deadly game of precision and reflexes. Bullseye and Hawkeye moved like shadows, dashing across the rooftops while exchanging a relentless flurry of bullets and arrows.

Bullseye fired his pistol with pinpoint accuracy, his shots slicing through the air, but Hawkeye weaved between them effortlessly, rolling behind a ventilation unit for cover. In a single, fluid motion, Clint popped up, drawing and releasing three arrows in rapid succession.

Bullseye smirked, twisting his body mid-air to avoid two of them while casually swiping the third away with his knife. "C'mon, Barton," he taunted. "You're supposed to be the best shot in the world!"

"Yeah?" Hawkeye grinned, leaping across a gap between buildings. "Guess I'll just have to prove it."

Bullseye fired another round, but Clint was already moving, flipping off the edge of a rooftop while firing a trick arrow. The projectile detonated in a flashbang explosion, momentarily disorienting Bullseye.

"Cheap trick," Bullseye muttered, shaking it off.

"That's rich coming from a guy with a literal bullseye on his forehead," Hawkeye shot back, already nocking another arrow.

The rooftop battle continued, each marksman pushing the other to the limits, neither willing to back down.

Spider-Man crouched low on the rooftop of the Raft, the wind whipping around him as he stared down his longtime foe. Venom stood across from him, muscles tensed, his jagged teeth gleaming under the dim lighting.

"Alright, Eddie, let's finish this," Spidey said, rolling his shoulders.

Venom's mouth twisted into a wicked grin. "Yes… let's, Spider-Man."

Before Peter's Spider-Sense could even give a proper warning, a whooshing sound filled the air.

FWOOOSH!

A streak of green energy blasted past him, nearly singing his shoulder. His instincts screamed, and he flipped backward just in time to see Green Goblin soaring in on his glider, cackling wildly.

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me," Spidey groaned.

"Miss me, Spider?" Goblin sneered, twirling a pumpkin bomb in his fingers before tossing it up playfully.

Before Peter could even react, another voice cut in.

"Yes… let's not keep the rest of the party waiting," came the cold, mechanical voice of Doctor Octopus as he climbed over the edge of the rooftop, his metal tentacles digging into the concrete.

Spidey's eyes widened as he scanned his surroundings. One by one, more figures emerged—some landing, some climbing, and others stepping out of the shadows.

Electro, Sandman, Kraven, Scorpion, Mysterio, Vulture, Shocker, Beetle, Hammerhead, and Tombstone.

Peter felt his stomach drop.

"Uh… hey guys," he said, slowly raising his hands. "So… is this a new Sinister Six? 'Cause I gotta say, I feel like I'm seeing double—well, twice the number."

Doctor Octopus smirked, his mechanical arms curling menacingly. "Presenting the Sinister Twelve."

Spidey let out a nervous chuckle, slowly backing up. "The name could use some work… but uh, you nailed the execution. Terrifying. Absolutely terrifying."

Kraven unsheathed a spear, pointing it directly at Spidey. "Just like yours."

Spider-Man gulped. "So… anyone wanna talk this out? No? Cool. Guess I'm so screwed."

The moment Kraven lunged with his spear, the rest of the villains followed suit.

Too many! Spidey's instincts screamed as he twisted and flipped through the air, narrowly dodging Green Goblin's razor bats, a swipe from Scorpion's tail, and an electrified blast from Electro.

His reflexes kept him alive, but the sheer number of enemies made it impossible to avoid everything.

A metal tentacle lashed out—Doctor Octopus. Spidey barely twisted away, but the moment he landed, Tombstone was already there, throwing a brutal punch that caught him in the ribs. The impact sent him crashing into a nearby vent, knocking the wind out of him.

Before he could recover, Sandman formed a massive fist and sent it slamming down. Spidey rolled at the last second, but Mysterio unleashed a cloud of hallucinogenic gas, disorienting him.

His vision blurred, and the figures around him twisted into monstrous shapes.

Move, move, move!

He shot a web blindly, pulling himself out of the fog—only to get blasted mid-air by Electro. The voltage ripped through his body, making his muscles spasm as he tumbled onto the rooftop.

"Stay down, Bug," Hammerhead growled, cracking his knuckles.

"Yeah, right," Spidey groaned, forcing himself up, his body aching. His suit was already torn in places, sparks flickering where Electro's attack had fried some of its tech.

"Look at him," Vulture sneered, arms crossed as he loomed over the battered hero. "Outnumbered. Weak. Desperate."

Spider-Man coughed, struggling to push himself off the cold rooftop, his muscles aching from the relentless assault. He tried to come up with a quip, but his body wasn't cooperating. His vision blurred, and the villains around him seemed to warp and twist under the flashing red emergency lights.

Before anyone could strike the finishing blow, a swirl of emerald light shimmered into existence. A portal crackled open, and from it stepped Loki, his usual smirk plastered across his face. He clasped his hands behind his back, surveying the scene like a connoisseur admiring fine art.

"I believe an audience with Doctor Doom is in order," Loki announced smoothly. His piercing gaze settled on Green Goblin, who grinned like a madman. "Forgive me, Norman. I know your history with the web-head, but may I?"

Goblin tilted his head, his devilish grin widening. "Oh, be my guest."

Loki gave a slight bow of acknowledgment before turning his attention to the weakened Spider-Man. With a theatrical flick of his cape, he strode forward, towering over the battered hero.

Peter groaned, barely able to lift his head. "Lemme guess… you wanna monologue first?"

Loki chuckled. "Oh, no. I simply prefer efficiency."

Without another word, he drove his boot into Spider-Man's face, the force slamming his head against the concrete. The world around Peter faded into darkness as consciousness slipped from his grasp.

The newly forged Castle Doom loomed over the Pride Ring of Hell, its spires twisting like jagged knives into the infernal sky. Inside its grand halls, some of Earth's most dangerous villains stood gathered, each one with their own agenda, their own hunger for power.

"Why did you pull me out of the fight?!" Abomination growled, cracking his knuckles as he glared at Doom. "I was this close to finishing off the Hulk!"

Doom sat upon his throne, unfazed by the monster's complaints. His emerald cloak draped over his armored form, his mask betraying no emotion. "You will get your chance," he stated simply, his voice calm yet absolute. "When it is time."

A slow clap echoed through the hall, laced with mockery.

"Wow. Look at all these assholes in one room," a familiar, smug voice drawled.

The villains turned toward the source of the taunt.

Bound in enchanted, writhing roots, his arms spread wide, stood Lucifer Morningstar—the fallen angel, the once-great ruler of Hell. Despite his imprisonment, he wore a cocky grin, his crimson eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Let's see…" Lucifer said, scanning the room. "We got a massive airhead with baby arms," he jeered, nodding toward MODOK, who scowled in response.

Lucifer continued, his smirk growing. "SEVERAL communists." He gestured toward Crimson Dynamo, Titanium Man, and Whiplash, who all bristled at the insult.

"And of course, a literal god of wimps," he added with a mock bow toward Loki, whose smirk faltered just slightly.

Then Lucifer cocked his head. "Wait a minute… Where are the Nazis?"

Doom, still seated, let out a quiet sigh. "You know well that I do not associate with the likes of Red Skull or Hydra."

Lucifer's smirk widened. "Wow. Who knew evil had standards?" He chuckled darkly. "Oh wait… I do."

The room fell silent, the tension thick as Doom simply stared at Lucifer, unfazed by his mockery.

Then, slowly, Doom rose from his throne, his heavy boots echoing against the stone floor. He stepped toward the restrained fallen angel, the air itself growing heavier with his presence.

"You are in no position to mock, Morningstar," Doom declared, his voice sharp as steel. "You have lost everything—your throne, your dominion, your power. Hell belongs to Doom now."

Lucifer's grin remained, though there was something colder behind his eyes.

"Well then," he mused, tilting his head. "Guess we'll see how long that lasts."

Yo, Doom, how about you suck a dick!"

The voice came from Beelzebub, Queen of Gluttony, bound in enchanted roots alongside the other defeated Seven Deadly Sins. Despite her restraints, she smirked, summoning a small portion of her power to conjure a scoop of ice cream. With a flick of her wrist, she hurled it straight at Doom's masked face.

Splat!

The hall fell into stunned silence. The ice cream dripped down the cold steel of Doom's mask, yet the man himself did not flinch.

A deep, guttural chuckle broke the silence.

Venom stepped forward, his massive, inky-black form slithering with excitement. His enormous jagged maw curled into a wicked grin as he turned his soulless white eyes toward Beelzebub.

"It seems the symbiote likes her," Doom observed, slowly wiping the ice cream from his mask with a single gloved hand. His tone remained eerily calm, as if the act of defiance was beneath him.

Venom's serpentine tongue slithered out, extending unnaturally as he slowly licked Beelzebub's face, savoring the moment.

She cringed. "Ugh! Nasty freak!" She tried to pull away, but the roots held her firmly in place.

Doom, ever unfazed, simply turned away, his emerald cloak billowing behind him as he ascended the steps to his throne. "Venom, you may do as you wish with her," he stated coldly. "I have no interest in wasting my time cleaning the halls with such childish displays."

Beelzebub snarled, struggling against the enchanted roots that bound her. "You wish you had my class, bucket-head."

Doom didn't even acknowledge her.

Venom, on the other hand, grinned with an unsettling amusement, his large, jagged teeth gleaming in the dim light. His inky black tendrils slithered around Beelzebub, wrapping around her restrained form as he leaned in close.

"Oh, we like you," Venom purred, his voice deep and guttural. "You've got spunk."

Beelzebub gagged, her nose crinkling in disgust. "Ugh, you reek like bad breath and sewer slime."

Venom merely grinned, his jagged maw twisting into something resembling amusement. "Flattery will get you nowhere, little fox."

Beelzebub narrowed her eyes, tapping into her Empathic Taste—a unique ability that allowed her to taste emotions like flavors. The moment her senses connected with Venom, she nearly recoiled.

It was a chaotic blend of rage and hunger, but strangely… it also carried the rich, deep bitterness of dark chocolate—mingled with the raw, primal essence of a flick of his wrist, Venom activated the crystal, which pulsed with an eerie, otherworldly glow. The air crackled around them as the crystal released a surge of dark energy, opening a portal that twisted the very fabric of reality. Venom grab Bee and jumps through and the protal closes.

"Osborn," Loki drawled, his voice carrying a tone of both mockery and curiosity, "you're sure letting Venom go was the best option?"

The green goblin simply smirked, tapping his gloved fingers against his cane. "Tempting, but I have a better candidate for the Sinister 12, should Venom switch sides," Goblin mused.

Loki raised an eyebrow, but before he could respond, Doctor Doom entered the room, carrying an air of supreme authority. His cloak billowed around him as he made his way to the center of the lair. He didn't waste time with pleasantries.

"No matter," Doom said dismissively, his voice cold and commanding. "I have a task for you all."

The room fell silent as Doom held up a small, ancient spell book—a sinister, dark artifact.

"The Darkhold," Doom intoned, his eyes narrowing. "It is missing seven pages. I want you to find them, and"—he paused dramatically, turning his gaze to the assembled villains—"you will use the Sin Power to even the odds against our enemies."

A faint smirk crept onto Satan's lips. His demonic aura shifted in the room as his growl echoed, the very air around him crackling with malevolent energy.

"We'll make sure your soul is far from the stairway to heaven, Doom," Satan rumbled darkly, his eyes glowing with fiery malice.

Doctor Doom's lips curled into a cold smile, unaffected by Satan's threat. He lifted a vial containing a vibrant elixir, a dark concoction swirling with ominous power, and held it up for all to see.

"These elixirs," Doom explained, "are the key to unlocking the Sin Power within. They are infused with the essence of the seven deadly sins. The process is… excruciating, but it will make you far stronger. Once ingested, the power will amplify your abilities, but it comes with a price."

Goblin chuckled darkly, clearly intrigued. "What kind of price?"

Doom's gaze hardened as he responded. "A soul's worth. But we're all willing to pay that, aren't we?"

Loki's expression darkened, a glint of understanding flashing in his eyes. "And once we've collected the pages?"

"Once the pages are retrieved," Doom said, his voice growing even more commanding, "the Darkhold will grant us the power to reshape the world in our image. The power to control fate itself. Now go."