Author's Note: Greetings, my readers! With Marvel Rivals probably being the hottest game out right now, I figured that it would be fun to write some FanFiction about it. This is my own take on the Marvel Rivals lore, but I believe it should be fun. I will say this, though. As Scarlet Witch would say during her ultimate, this chapter is going to be pure chaos. A lot is going to be happening, which does resemble a typical Marvel Rivals match, lol. But I do hope you guys enjoy the madness.
And yes, this story will ship Spider-Man/Psylocke. Just to confirm, Psylocke will be Betsy Braddock. I will try to keep it as simple as possible when it comes to her, given her rather… confusing history in the comics. Betsy is in Kwannon's body, along with their personalities and memories essentially merging. And yes, Psylocke is in her classic costume. Wanted to confirm it, just in case if it was a question down the line.
Anyway, enjoy the chapter!
Marvel Rivals: The Rise of Doom
Intro Music: Marvel Rivals Theme Song - 'Til the End
Chapter 1: Dooms' Rise
Sanctum Sanctorum
BGM: Ultimate Marvel vs. Capcom 3 - Doctor Strange Theme
The air inside the Sanctum Sanctorum was thick with tension, crackling with arcane energy as battle raged within its hallowed halls. The Fantastic Four, alongside Doctor Strange and Wong, stood locked in combat with their infamous adversary—Doctor Doom. The imposing ruler of Latveria stood at the center of the storm, his steel-clad form resolute, his green cloak billowing with an unnatural force. And in his gauntleted hand, he clutched a mystical, golden orb, its radiance pulsating ominously.
"Doom, you don't understand what you're toying with!" Doctor Strange warned, his crimson Cloak of Levitation fluttering as he raised his hands, sigils of eldritch power forming around him. "The orb is not a simple artifact—it maintains balance within the timestream. If you destroy it, you could trigger a Timestream Entanglement!"
"And what do you think that means, Doom?" Wong interjected, urgency thick in his voice. "It will force alternate realities to collide! Entire existences collapsing into one another! You will not be ruler of one world—you will unleash pure chaos beyond comprehension!"
Doctor Doom chuckled, his laughter deep and unwavering. "And that, Wong, is precisely what I desire. Why rule one reality when I can rule them all?" His voice was laced with finality, his ambition boundless.
"You've really lost it this time, Doom," Ben Grimm, The Thing, growled, his rocky fists tightening.
Reed Richards, Mister Fantastic, stepped forward, his hands raised in a plea for reason. "Victor, listen to me! You're a man of intellect, of logic. Think about what you're doing! There's no control in what you're trying to unleash!"
Doom did not waver. His grip on the orb tightened, his masked visage betraying no emotion.
"Reed, he's not going to listen," Johnny Storm, the Human Torch, declared, fire already flickering across his skin. Without hesitation, he thrust his hands forward, sending a blazing inferno straight toward Doom.
"Johnny, wait!" Sue Storm, the Invisible Woman, shouted, reaching out too late.
The flames rushed toward Doom, their heat distorting the air. But Doom did not move. His stance remained calm, collected, his presence unyielding. And then, in a voice so chilling it sent shivers down their spines, he uttered:
"Let there be Doom."
In one swift motion, he crushed the orb within his grasp.
A blinding explosion of otherworldly light erupted from his hands, engulfing the chamber in a storm of reality-breaking energy. The Sanctum trembled, the walls warping as dimensions bled into one another. The explosion consumed Doom entirely, yet his laughter echoed through the chaos.
And then, the unimaginable began to unfold.
Johnny Storm's flames flickered erratically before his form began to waver, his very essence unraveling before their eyes. Ben Grimm let out a startled grunt as he, too, began to fade, his massive rocky frame dissolving into nothingness.
Johnny's eyes went wide with fear. "W-What's happening?!"
"Reed!" The Thing reached out, panic seizing his gravelly voice. "I… I don't feel so good..."
Reed and Sue could only watch, helpless, their faces frozen in horror.
"No, no, no, NO!" Sue screamed, lunging forward, but her hands passed right through Johnny's vanishing form. Her baby brother, the hotheaded, fearless Human Torch, was slipping away into nothingness. And Ben, her longtime friend, was fading with him.
"Sue…" Johnny's voice was barely a whisper now.
"Stretch…" Ben managed one last plea.
And then, they were gone.
Sue collapsed to her knees, her hands clutching the empty space where Johnny and Ben had stood mere moments ago. Her breaths came in ragged gasps, her chest tightening as though the world itself was caving in on her.
Reed knelt beside her, his own grief pressing down like an unbearable weight, but he placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, his own fingers trembling. He wanted to speak, to offer some kind of reassurance, but no words could mend this.
Doctor Strange and Wong stood in stunned silence, their expressions grim. The orb's destruction had done more than Doom could have possibly anticipated.
The Sanctum itself trembled. Strange could feel the Timestream twisting, collapsing, merging—realities colliding in ways they were never meant to. He could feel fractures in existence itself forming, branching, splitting into something... monstrous.
And as the weight of the catastrophe settled over them, Strange's voice came quiet but certain, carrying the foreboding truth they all now faced.
"The chaos... is only just beginning."
The X-Mansion
The scene shifted to the X-Mansion, where peace still lingered. Professor Charles Xavier sat outside in his wheelchair, watching his X-Men and young students enjoy a rare moment of tranquility. The warm afternoon sun bathed the grounds in a golden hue, and laughter echoed across the vast lawns. Children trained their abilities under the careful guidance of seasoned mutants, their excitement tangible. For once, all seemed well.
Scott Summers and Jean Grey stood near the training area, their hands entwined as they observed the younger students. Nearby, Logan and Kurt Wagner shared a casual conversation, while Ororo Munroe, known as Storm, watched over the scene with a gentle smile. Even Emma Frost, always composed, seemed at ease.
BGM: X-Men TAS - Wolverine's Flashback
Then, without warning, a sharp pain lanced through Xavier's skull. His vision blurred, and he clutched his head, reeling from an unseen force. The worst headache imaginable crashed into him, and he gasped, his breath ragged.
"Professor!" Scott Summers was the first to notice, sprinting to Xavier's side. Logan wasn't far behind, gripping the older man's shoulder.
"Chuck, you alright?" Logan asked, his voice carrying a rare note of concern.
But then, inexplicably, Scott slowly began to fade.
"What the?!" Logan's eyes widened as Scott's form shimmered, the light bending around him before he began vanishing into thin air. Jean gasped, reaching for him, but her fingers grasped only air. Panic surged through her as Scott's desperate, bewildered eyes met hers.
"Jean!" His voice was swallowed by the void as he disappeared completely.
Jean let out a strangled cry. "Scott!"
But it didn't stop there.
All around them, young mutants began disappearing, their bodies flickering like static on a broken television screen. One by one, X-Men were wiped from existence—Kurt Wagner, Beast, Emma Frost, Gambit, Rogue, Colossus, Kitty Pryde, Iceman, Jubilee, Morph, and many more. Their expressions were frozen in confusion and terror as they flickered and vanished into nothingness.
Logan turned just in time to see Charles Xavier looking at him with solemn, knowing eyes. A weak smile ghosted the professor's lips.
"Logan…" Charles whispered, his voice barely audible before he too faded away.
"CHUCK!" Logan roared, his voice raw with emotion. He swung his fists at the air, his adamantium claws unsheathing instinctively, but there was nothing to fight. Nothing to stop.
Silence settled over the grounds, thick with loss. Only four remained: Logan, Psylocke, Storm, and Magik. The once-vibrant mansion now felt hollow, a graveyard of memories.
Storm took a steadying breath, trying to gather her thoughts. "We need to find out what caused this."
"Agreed," Magik said, though her voice wavered. The loss of her brother, Colossus, cut deep, but she forced herself to remain composed.
Psylocke—Betsy Braddock—nodded grimly. "But where do we even begin?"
Logan clenched his fists, his jaw tight. "Nick Fury. If anyone knows what's going on… it's him."
With heavy hearts, they exchanged a final glance and set off, stepping into an uncertain future, the weight of their vanished comrades pressing down on them like a phantom pain.
The Helicarrier
BGM: Marvel Ultimate Alliance - S.H.I.E.L.D. HELICARRIER (FLIGHT DECK)
The roar of the Helicarrier's engines echoed through the hull, but amidst the usual hum of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s airborne fortress, a different kind of energy thrummed in the air—a palpable tension, heavy and suffocating. Nick Fury stood at the center of the command deck, hands clenched behind his back as his single eye scanned the situation reports flashing across the screen.
The world had just gone to hell, and it felt like it had happened in the blink of an eye.
"S.H.I.E.L.D. agents are disappearing," Fury muttered, his voice low and calm, though the unease was unmistakable in his words. He watched helplessly as more agents on the lower levels flickered out of existence like ghosts, their bodies fading as if the very fabric of reality was being torn apart. First one, then two, then an entire group of agents who had been coordinating tactical maneuvers alongside Fury just minutes ago—vanished.
"What in the world is going on, Hill?!" Fury's voice rang out across the deck, and within seconds, Maria Hill appeared on his left, her usual composure shaken.
"Sir, it's spreading," Hill replied quickly, tapping commands into her wrist console. "I've just received reports from every S.H.I.E.L.D. outpost in New York—the same thing is happening on the streets. People are vanishing. And we're trying to track if this anomaly is global."
Fury's mind whirred, already processing the possibilities. His gaze never left the flickering hologram of the world map showing hotspots of disturbances. This wasn't just an attack—it was something much more insidious. Something on a cosmic scale.
"Where's Stark?" Fury muttered under his breath. "Or the rest of the Avengers?"
Maria Hill didn't answer right away, her eyes glued to the data streaming in. "We've made contact with several of our agents stationed around the world. It's happening everywhere. We-"
The sound of a voice, sharp and direct, interrupted her. "You think the Avengers don't know about this already?"
Fury turned, his jaw tightening as Natasha Romanoff—Black Widow—stepped out of the shadows. She had been silent for most of the briefing, but now she was at the center of it, her usual stoic expression betraying nothing of the worry that swirled beneath her cool exterior.
"They're likely already figuring it out," Natasha continued, her voice clipped, pragmatic. "The Avengers are spread thin, but this? This is something they'll be on top of."
Fury studied her in silence for a long moment. There was no hesitation in Natasha's words, no hint of doubt. She believed it. But Fury? He wasn't sure. They were talking about the Avengers. His team of heroes who had defied the odds time and again, but this? This wasn't an enemy they could punch in the face or outsmart. This felt… different.
Fury exhaled, his hand coming to rest on the railing in front of him. "I hope you're right, Romanoff. I really do."
For a moment, neither of them spoke. The sound of fading transmissions from S.H.I.E.L.D. agents interrupted the silence—more casualties of whatever Doom had unleashed. Fury's gut churned. Could he afford to wait? Would his team even be able to stand against something that could erase them from existence?
"Nick," Maria Hill's voice pulled him back to reality. "Should I contact the Avengers?"
Fury glanced at her, his expression hard. He was still fighting the knot of dread tightening in his chest. "Do it," he ordered. "But I'm not holding my breath."
"Sir," Hill acknowledged the command, and her fingers began typing commands into her console.
Fury turned his gaze back to Natasha, whose eyes softened just slightly, as if she knew exactly what he was feeling. "We'll find a way through this," she said, her confidence unwavering.
Fury didn't respond. Instead, he stared at the screens—his mind racing through every option available, every team he could mobilize, every piece of intel they had. But deep down, he knew there was one thing that could make or break their survival.
They needed the Avengers.
And they needed them now.
But for the first time in a long time, Fury wasn't sure they were coming back.
Then, Hill would break the silence.
"Director Fury," she said, voice tight. "We've confirmed that no other major powerhouses have reported back yet. It's too soon to confirm if the Avengers-"
Fury's eyes narrowed, a bitter edge creeping into his voice. "I know, Hill. I know."
And with that, his gaze drifted to the darkened skyline of New York below, wondering if they, too, were vanishing like so many others. Would they be erased too? Or would the Avengers find a way to save the world before it becomes entirely lost?
He couldn't afford to hope.
But in the pit of his stomach, something told him that this time—he might have to.
The clock was ticking.
New York City
BGM: Spider-Man 2002 Game Theme
Chaos had erupted in the streets of New York. The city was in absolute turmoil as more and more civilians disappeared into thin air, their bodies flickering and fading from existence. Spider-Man swung through the sky, unable to process what was happening below him. He had seen a lot of strange things in his life, but this? This was beyond anything he could have imagined.
As his webbing snapped him across buildings and over streets, he shot glances at the unfolding chaos beneath him. People screamed in confusion as they vanished, whole sections of the city seeming to warp and unravel before his very eyes.
"What the heck is going on?!" Peter muttered under his breath, trying to focus on the task at hand while his heart raced. "This isn't some kind of science experiment gone wrong… is it?"
But just as the words left his mouth, the sky above him darkened. No… not darkened. It turned red, a menacing crimson hue, spreading across the sky like a wave of impending doom. Peter's eyes widened in disbelief, his stomach sinking as he realized the full extent of what was happening.
"This… this isn't right. This is my city!" He gritted his teeth, pushing through the unease. "Come on, Spidey, think. Think!"
Before he could get a solid grasp on the situation, his Spider-Sense flared—like a thousand needles stabbing into his skull. He barely had time to react before a horde of metallic figures zipped through the sky, their glowing red eyes fixed directly on him.
"Doombots," Peter muttered to himself, recognition setting in. "This has to be Doom's doing."
The army of Doombots descended like a swarm of angry hornets, their blasters charging up in unison, unleashing multiple energy blasts in his direction. Spider-Man's body reacted before his mind could catch up. He darted and twisted, flipping and weaving through the blasts with acrobatics that defied physics. But even his impressive agility couldn't save him from every shot, and several blasts nicked his suit, sending sparks flying in all directions.
"Okay, okay, not a fan of the laser light show!" Peter quipped, narrowly dodging another barrage. "Is it too late to say I really didn't sign up for this?"
He continued to swing through the air, using his webbing to narrowly avoid the attacks and throw himself behind cover. But as the Doombots regrouped and recharged their weapons, Spider-Man's mind raced.
"I gotta stop this—whatever this is—and fast," he thought, gritting his teeth. "Doom must be behind all this, and I'm the only one left to clean up his mess."
Just as he was about to launch another web attack, the ground shook beneath him. A thunderous roar filled the air, and Spider-Man whipped around to see something even worse than the Doombots: a squadron of Sentinels, their massive forms towering over the streets, landing with deafening crashes. These weren't your typical Sentinels. No, these ones were more advanced, more menacing. Their red eyes scanned the city, and their hands began charging up with devastating energy.
"Ugh, my Parker Luck couldn't get any worse," Peter muttered, watching the Sentinels' movements with narrowed eyes. He swung toward one of the larger robots, trying to keep his wits about him, but it was overwhelming. A one-man army against an actual army.
But then, Spider-Man's voice firmed. He took a deep breath and whispered, "I don't give up. Spider-Man never gives up."
And just as he was about to throw himself into the fray again, a sudden roar filled the sky.
BGM: Alan Silvestri - The Avengers
"MAXIMUM… PULSE!" Iron Man's voice rang out, and in a flash, a blinding burst of energy shot from the sky, slamming into the nearest Doombots. Sparks erupted, and several of the metallic creatures disintegrated under the blast. The remaining bots were sent flying back, pushed into the path of the incoming Sentinels.
Spider-Man let out a sigh of relief, his shoulders relaxing for the first time since the chaos began. "Well, this is a relief," he muttered, his eyes finding Iron Man as the armored hero descended from above. "I thought I was gonna be on my own for a second there."
Iron Man landed gracefully beside him, the repulsor blasts on his palms glowing faintly as he surveyed the scene. "No such luck, web-head," Tony Stark said with a grin behind his helmet. "But don't worry. We'll figure this out. Right now, let's just stop the entire world from unraveling, yeah?"
Just then, a booming voice echoed across the battlefield. "ASSEMBLEEEEEE!"
Spider-Man's eyes widened, and he looked to the source. There, charging straight toward the Doombots, was Captain America, shield raised high as he plowed through the machines with ruthless precision. "This is what I live for!" Cap yelled, taking down a Doombot with one mighty swing of his shield.
And then, with the ground shaking again, another roar came. Hulk, in all his rage-filled glory, leapt onto the back of one of the massive Sentinels, his fists smashing into the machine's head. "HULK SMASH!" he roared, ripping the robot's armor apart.
Thor, with his hammer Mjolnir crackling with electricity, swung it fiercely through the air. "Behold… The God of Thunder!" Thor bellowed, lightning arcing from the hammer and striking multiple Doombots in its wake.
On a nearby rooftop, Hawkeye took aim with his bow, expertly launching explosive arrows into the fray. "Woo! I never miss!" Clint Barton yelled, his grin evident even from a distance as more Doombots were destroyed in midair.
Meanwhile, Black Panther prowled along the outskirts, his movements fluid and quick as he slashed through the backline of enemies. "TREMBLE BEFORE BAST!" he commanded, and as if summoned by his words, the spirit of Bast appeared, charging through the lines with a ferocious slash that sent the remaining Sentinels scattering.
And then, just when Spider-Man thought he couldn't be more relieved, Black Widow leapt into the fray, carrying a powerful weapon that glowed with intensity. "Plasma… BURST!" she shouted, firing a blast of energy that tore through the ranks of the army, sending shockwaves through the area.
Spider-Man stood back, watching in awe as the Avengers launched into battle, each hero doing what they did best. The chaos was still overwhelming, but for the first time since all of this started, Spider-Man felt something close to hope.
"Okay," he muttered under his breath. "There's hope after all."
As the Avengers fought alongside him, Spider-Man couldn't help but think that maybe, just maybe, together they could stop Doom's madness.
The Helicarrier
BGM: Marvel Ultimate Alliance - S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier (Command Deck)
Nick Fury stood still, his eyes fixed on the screens in the Helicarrier's command center, where chaos was unfolding below. The battle in New York City raged on, the unmistakable signs of destruction flashing before him. He could see Spider-Man, Iron Man, Thor, Captain America, and the rest of the Avengers fighting back against the mechanical onslaught. Yet, despite their combined might, the tide of battle was uncertain. Every moment, it felt as if the world was slipping further into the unknown, as if it might disappear into oblivion.
"Crap," Fury muttered under his breath, his mind racing. He needed answers. He needed to know why this was happening. His gut told him it was Doctor Doom—the signature of the Doombots was unmistakable. But the presence of Sentinels, the enormous, towering machines, only deepened the mystery. Whatever Doom had unleashed, it was bigger than anyone had anticipated.
Maria Hill's voice broke through his thoughts, sharp and urgent. "Fury, we've got an incoming call."
Fury didn't turn, but his mind registered the change in the atmosphere around him. "From who?" he asked, though he already suspected.
"It's Logan," Hill replied, glancing at the screen in front of her. "He's asking for you."
Fury's eyes narrowed. "Put it through," he ordered.
A moment later, the screen flickered to life, and Logan's grizzled face appeared. His usual expression was taut, his brow furrowed with the tension of a man who had seen too much chaos in his time. But this was different. His eyes burned with a fierce urgency.
"What's going on, Fury?" Logan growled, his voice heavy with disbelief.
Fury took a deep breath, still watching the battle unfold below. He wasn't sure if he had all the answers yet, but he had to give Logan something. "I don't fully know yet," Fury replied, his voice measured. "But Doombots are attacking the city. That's a clear sign Doom's behind this. He's the one pulling the strings here, I'm certain of it. But then there's another thing... Sentinels. The kind we've never seen before. It's a mess. And I don't have a clue why they're here."
Logan's eyes darkened as Fury spoke, his sharp instincts already processing the information. He let out a low growl in the back of his throat, his fists tightening. "Sentinels, huh?" he muttered, his voice rough with anger. "And Doom... always Doom. I don't need to hear more."
"Wait, Logan-" Fury started, but Logan interrupted, his tone suddenly grave.
"The Professor's gone," Logan said, his voice a quiet growl of rage. "And a lot of the younger students… the ones still training at the Institute, they just vanished along with most of the X-Men. I don't know what Doom did, but whatever it is, he's taken out a lot of people."
Fury's jaw clenched at the news. The X-Men—nearly gone. That wasn't just a blow to mutantkind, it was a massive dent in their ability to fight back. Fury could only imagine the chaos that was now sweeping through the remaining mutant community.
Logan's expression hardened, his eyes flashing with barely contained fury. "When I find Doom, it's not gonna end well for him," he growled. "Not by a long shot."
Fury stayed silent for a moment, the weight of Logan's words sinking in. He knew that when Logan said something like that, it was a promise—a promise that wouldn't be broken.
Before Fury could respond, Logan's image flickered on the screen as the call abruptly ended. The air in the command center felt heavy, and the silence that followed was deafening. Fury stared at the blank screen, the weight of what Logan had said hanging over him.
The Professor, most of the X-Men, and the young students. Gone.
He refocused his attention on the chaos below. The Avengers were still battling the mechanical army in the streets, but the stakes had just been raised. The world wasn't just under threat—it was unraveling. Mutants, civilians, heroes... the fabric of reality itself seemed to be tearing apart.
Fury's eyes narrowed as he gripped the railing tighter, watching the destruction unfold in real time. The battle wasn't over yet, and it wouldn't be until they found out what Doom had done, and how to stop it.
With one last look at the battlefield, Fury muttered under his breath, "Hill… contact the Guardians."
New York City
BGM: Avengers: Infinity War Soundtrack - Field Trip
The streets of New York were an all-out war zone. Explosions rattled buildings, smoke filled the air, and the constant hum of repulsor blasts, thunder, and metal clashing against metal echoed throughout the battlefield. Spider-Man swung through the chaos, barely dodging another energy blast as he flipped between two Sentinels, landing on a nearby light post for a momentary breather. His muscles ached, his breath was heavy, and yet the battle showed no signs of slowing.
The Avengers were fighting their hardest, but for every Doombot or Sentinel they destroyed, three more seemed to take its place. It was endless. No matter how much they pushed forward, they were still being overwhelmed.
"Hey, uh…" Spider-Man quipped, glancing at Iron Man and Captain America as he swung past them, "I don't wanna be that guy, but do either of you have an actual plan here? Because I feel like I missed the strategy meeting before all this started!"
Iron Man, firing repulsor blasts at an incoming wave of Doombots, didn't even glance at him. "Right now? The plan is to stay alive!" he called out, dodging an incoming missile.
"Agreed," Captain America added, using his shield to deflect an energy blast. "But that doesn't mean we give up. As long as we stand, we fight. We hold the line!"
Spider-Man sighed. "Right, right. Cool. No pressure."
Before anyone could respond, a blur of light and steel streaked across the battlefield. Magik, her Soulsword glowing with ethereal energy, ran up the side of a crumbling building, slashing through every Doombot in her path. Her movements were sharp, precise, and furious—like a vengeful specter cutting through the metal horde.
From above, the sky rumbled with an unnatural force as storm clouds churned, darkening the battlefield further. Then, with a mighty crack of thunder, lightning speared downward, striking a cluster of Sentinels. The circuits of the massive machines overloaded in a shower of sparks, sending them crashing into the streets below.
Spider-Man looked up to see Storm hovering in the sky, her white hair flowing with the winds she commanded. Her eyes glowed with raw elemental power as she raised her hands, summoning another wave of lightning to cleanse the battlefield.
And then—another battle cry.
Logan.
The Wolverine leapt onto the shoulder of a nearby Sentinel, his claws unsheathed, and began hacking away like a wild animal. Sparks flew as he tore into the machine with sheer ferocity, his guttural yell echoing through the battlefield. The Sentinel tried to swat him away, but he was too fast, dodging its attacks and slicing deep into its head.
"Looks like we got reinforcements!" Thor bellowed as he swung Mjolnir, crushing several Doombots in a single strike. "Our odds have improved, warriors!"
Spider-Man barely had time to take it all in before his Spider-Sense flared dangerously. His head snapped to the side—his body reacting before his mind could process. A glowing energy blast was hurtling toward him at breakneck speed.
Too fast.
He wouldn't dodge in time.
Just as he braced for impact, a blur of motion intercepted him. He felt an arm wrap around his waist, pulling him away at the last possible second. The blast hit the ground where he stood, sending debris flying everywhere.
When the dust settled, Spider-Man found himself on his back, staring up at the figure who had saved him.
Psylocke.
Her piercing violet eyes locked onto his as she hovered over him, her hair slightly tousled from the battle. The tension of the moment, combined with the fact that she had just saved his life, made Spider-Man freeze for a second. He had always known Psylocke was beautiful, but now wasn't the time to be thinking about that.
Clearing his throat, he managed, "Uh... hey there."
Psylocke smirked slightly. "Hey yourself. You okay?"
He nodded quickly. "Yeah. Thanks to you, I am."
Psylocke stood up and extended a hand to help him up. Spider-Man took it, pulling himself to his feet. But before he could say anything else, another group of figures approached through the dust and wreckage.
Reed Richards. Sue Storm.
Doctor Strange. Wong.
Spider-Man exhaled a sigh of relief, walking up to them. "Oh, man, am I glad to see you guys." He gestured at the chaos around them. "Please tell me you have an explanation for this."
Before anyone could answer, he noticed something—or rather, some people—were missing. His chest tightened.
"Wait..." Spider-Man's voice grew more serious. "Where are Johnny and Ben?"
The expression on Reed and Sue's faces immediately darkened. They hesitated for just a moment, but it was enough.
"They're gone," Sue finally said, her voice quiet.
"They vanished. Just like so many others." Reed added, and it pained him to say those words.
Spider-Man felt like the air had been sucked from his lungs. Even through his mask, his expression was one of shock, then grief, then something more—anger. Two of his closest friends were just... gone. Just like that.
Psylocke's expression would soften, and she would take a deep breath, her voice carrying hints of sadness. "The same thing happened at the Institute. The students, the professor, most of the X-Men… they all vanished."
Doctor Strange stepped forward, his voice solemn. "This—all of this—is Doom's doing." he revealed, while saying, "He's broken the barriers between realities, creating a multiverse of madness. That's why people are vanishing. That's why these Sentinels exist. He's rewriting reality itself."
Wong would speak up, stating, "We've been trying to track him, but he's hidden himself. He's nowhere to be found."
Spider-Man's fists trembled. He forced himself to breathe, to keep his emotions in check. But inside, he was seething. Johnny and Ben. Professor Xavier. The mutant students. The X-Men. Countless civilians. All gone.
And Doom was responsible.
"We have to find him," Spider-Man finally said, his voice tight with emotion. "No matter what it takes."
They all would nod at each other, and they charged right back into the battlefield.
The battle waged on, an unrelenting storm of destruction and resistance. Spider-Man, the Avengers, the X-Men, Doctor Strange, Wong, and the Fantastic Four, or the Fantastic Two in this case, fought with everything they had, but the enemy forces only seemed to grow. Doombots swarmed like locusts, Sentinels stomped through the ruins of the streets, and the sky above was still stained a menacing red, as if the very universe was unraveling.
Spider-Man swung through the air, flipping between crumbling skyscrapers as blasts from the Doombots barely missed him. He latched onto a falling Sentinel, yanking one of its cables loose before webbing away just as it crashed into the street. Nearby, Captain America was using his shield to deflect energy blasts while fighting side by side with Black Panther, the two warriors in perfect sync.
Thor let out a battle cry, summoning lightning that tore through the sky and obliterated a cluster of Doombots. Hulk was smashing anything in sight, his roars shaking the battlefield. Iron Man zipped through the sky, firing repulsors in every direction, while Hawkeye and Black Widow provided cover from above.
BGM: Europe - The Final Countdown
And then, the sky split open with a roar of engines.
A ship.
A familiar ship.
From above, the Milano tore through the atmosphere, its twin thrusters blazing as it unleashed a barrage of energy blasts at the enemy forces below. The Sentinels turned their attention to the sky, but before they could react, another volley of lasers cut them down.
Inside the Milano, Peter Quill—better known as Star-Lord—gripped the controls tightly, his jaw set in frustration.
"Fury wasn't kidding. This is a disaster," he muttered, piloting the ship through the chaos.
"We've seen worse," Rocket replied from the co-pilot seat, his paws expertly working the ship's weapon systems. "But not by much."
Behind them, Groot, Mantis, and Adam Warlock stood, looking out at the carnage below.
"The battle is dire," Warlock said, his golden eyes narrowing. "Reality itself is unraveling."
Mantis clutched her hands together, concern in her voice. "And our friends… Gamora, Nebula, Drax… they're gone."
"I am Groot," Groot replied sadly.
Rocket's ears flattened. "I know," he said quietly. Then his grip tightened on the trigger. "That's why we make every shot count."
The Milano banked hard, diving toward the battlefield as Star-Lord flipped on the comms.
"Yo, Cap! Spidey! Looks like you guys could use a hand."
Spider-Man, dodging a Doombot's attack, caught sight of the ship and grinned behind his mask. "Oh, finally, some backup that isn't just more punching!"
Captain America, catching his shield mid-combat, nodded. "Glad to have you here, Quill. Let's finish this fight!"
Rocket bared his teeth in a sharp grin. "You had me at finish this fight."
With that, the Milano opened fire again, carving through the mechanical armies below.
The battle wasn't over. Not even close.
But the Guardians of the Galaxy had arrived, and they weren't going to let their friends be erased without a fight.
Then, amidst the chaos, a deep, gravelly voice rang out:
"Judge, jury... EXECUTIONER!"
Gunfire erupted from the rooftops as Frank Castle—the Punisher— stormed onto the battlefield, both hands gripping high-powered rifles. Every pull of the trigger sent bullets ripping through the air, striking down Doombots and drilling into the heads of Sentinels. His precision was ruthless, his presence a declaration that this was a war, and he intended to win it.
A Sentinel turned toward him, raising its hand to fire a blast—
BOOM!
From above, The Winter Soldier, Bucky Barnes, descended like a missile.
"ARMED AND DANGEROUS!" he shouted, his cybernetic arm crackling with raw energy. As he slammed his fist into the ground, an explosive shockwave erupted outward, shattering nearby Doombots and toppling Sentinels like dominoes. The battlefield trembled beneath his strength.
Bucky landed in a crouch, eyes scanning the wreckage. More Doombots advanced, their red eyes locking onto him. Before they could strike, Danny Rand—Iron Fist— sprinted into the fray, his glowing fist blazing like the heart of a star.
"I got your back, Barnes!" he called out.
He unleashed a flurry of blows, his chi-empowered strikes crushing Doombots like paper. His movements were swift, precise—every punch a weaponized surge of power.
Then, from the shadows, a figure draped in white emerged.
Moon Knight.
He moved with calculated efficiency, flicking his wrists and sending out crescent darts in every direction. Each projectile found its mark, piercing the heads of Doombots with deadly accuracy. He advanced without hesitation, fighting like a warrior with nothing to lose.
For the first time in the battle, the heroes had momentum.
Captain America saw it. He felt it.
"KEEP PUSHING!" he roared, raising his shield high.
The heroes fought with renewed determination, forcing the enemy back, inch by inch. It looked as if, for the first time, the tide was turning.
And then…
A Sentinel's head twisted violently off its body, as if an invisible force had ripped it apart.
The same thing happened to the Doombots—entire squadrons of them crumpled like they were nothing, their metallic limbs contorting unnaturally before being reduced to scrap.
Wolverine, his claws deep inside a Sentinel's chest, turned his head toward the source. His lips curled into a smirk.
"Well, well, well. Look who finally decided to show up."
Descending from the sky, Magneto hovered above the battlefield, his outstretched hands crackling with raw magnetic energy. Beside him, standing in eerie silence, was Scarlet Witch.
Her glowing red eyes surveyed the battlefield, her fingers dancing with chaos magic.
Magneto's voice, calm yet commanding, echoed through the ruined streets.
"This madness... will end."
Scarlet Witch, her gaze neutral yet unreadable, added softly, "Or the world will."
Clearly, the battle had reached its crescendo, the heroes pushing forward with everything they had. Sentinels and Doombots lay in ruins, their shattered forms littering the battlefield. Smoke and dust curled into the blood-red sky, the acrid scent of burning metal thick in the air. Victory seemed within reach.
But then… A chill ran through the air.
A dark presence loomed above them, suffocating in its intensity. It was as though reality itself recoiled from the force that had arrived.
Every hero turned their gaze skyward.
Two figures hovered above the battlefield, their capes billowing in the wind like twin harbingers of doom. The air shimmered around them, crackling with barely contained energy.
Doctor Doom.
And beside him—his future self.
Doom 2099.
The weight of their presence was unlike anything the heroes had felt before. The battlefield, once loud with the sounds of combat, now stood in eerie silence. Even the wind seemed to hold its breath.
Spider-Man, crouched atop a broken Sentinel, let out a sarcastic comment.
"Oh, great. Now we gotta fight two Dooms. As if this whole mess wasn't bad enough."
"This is worse than bad," Tony Stark muttered, his HUD scanning the energy signatures radiating from the two Dooms. "This is apocalyptic."
Captain America tightened his grip on his shield. "Stay together. We've faced worse."
"Have we?" Black Widow whispered, her voice barely audible.
Doctor Doom's deep, regal voice rang through the ruined streets, dripping with absolute certainty.
"A futile struggle. In the end, all will kneel before Doom."
Then, the future Doom spoke, his voice layered with an unnatural distortion, as though a chorus of Dooms from countless realities spoke in unison.
"Such insignificant fools. No one rivals Doom!"
Lightning crackled in the sky. The earth trembled beneath them. And then…
Everything happened at once.
A dark green energy pulse erupted from both Dooms, surging outward in a shockwave of absolute devastation. The very air crackled and screamed under its force. The city trembled, buildings shattered, and the sky—already an ominous red—twisted and warped like reality itself was breaking apart.
Doctor Strange's eyes burned with desperation. "No!" he shouted, raising his hands. He wove every ounce of his magic into a colossal shield that expanded around the heroes, encasing them in a barrier of golden light.
But the force of Doom's energy was unstoppable.
Strange gritted his teeth, his entire body shaking from the effort. Blood dripped from his nose. The eldritch symbols inscribed within the shield flickered, cracking under the pressure. The energy bore down on them, pressing against the shield like the weight of a collapsing star.
"Hold the line!" Thor bellowed, planting Mjolnir into the ground and channeling raw Asgardian power into the shield.
"It's not enough!" Scarlet Witch screamed, her hands trembling as she poured her chaos magic into the barrier.
The energy roared against them, and then…
The world exploded in color.
Blinding flashes of green, red, purple, and blue ripped through the battlefield. Space and time unraveled, spiraling outward in a cosmic maelstrom. The screams of the heroes were lost in the overwhelming chaos.
And finally, there was only…
Silence.
Nothing remained. Not the battle. Not the city.
Just emptiness, and uncertainty.
The battle had ended. But what came next... was unknown.
END OF CHAPTER 1: DOOMS' RISE
BGM: Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes - End Credits Theme
Spider-Man: What the heck just happened to us?! Are we dead?
Psylocke: I don't believe we are.
Iron Man: Jarvis, analyze if my air fryer still works.
Wolverine: After everything that's happened, you're worried about a stupid air fryer?!
Iron Man: Clearly, you don't own an air fryer.
Next time on Marvel Rivals: The Rise of Doom!
Multiverse of Madness
Doctor Strange: Well, that title is quite familiar.
Author's Note: Okay, guys! Chapter 1 is done. Like I warned you guys before the start of chapter, a lot of stuff happened, lol. It was an all-out war. Admittedly, bringing all these characters together was definitely fun for me, though. I've never had so many characters appear in one story before, let alone all of them appearing in a single chapter. Things might calm down a bit after this, just to let you guys know.
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