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  Manhattan, New York

  –Steve Rogers–

  Sometimes, he hated being this weak, being uo help anyone, not the i people, not Tony, aainly not Jack. What would he do? He asked himself as he looked at the giant hole in the. Manhattan was all but deserted at this point, with people going so far as to get out of the State because of the giant dark cloud that had begun c Manhattan’s skyline a few minutes babsp;

  The cloud had stopped advang, as did the jagged cracks in the sky but…then what? The cloud dispyed some abnormal symptoms acc to Jarvis. It advanced a bit before rolling bad then did the same thing over and ain.

  Tony….Tony was injured, severely, with just a bad from that thing. It was only a miracle that Wanda Maximoff, the person who had damaged the team the most ever si was formed, came just in time and held back that tentacle monster so that Jack could ehat cloud of Dark Energy and save Manhattan.

  They could do nothing but watch as Wanda Maximoff used her powers food, banishing several more people from the surroundings, vaporising rubble with a wave of her hand and eveing shields when some stray energy shots were fired from her fight with that tentacle monster.

  God, he hated being this weak. He couldn’t even lift Tony out of the rubble, that was all Wanda. Jarvis had airlifted Tony, and st he heard, all the doctors iate, even the ohat were fleeing, to help get Toer.

  He closed his eyes as the image of a pale Tony with his legs goered his mind. He flinched as he heard yet another roar from the tentacle monster. He was in a spare suit that Jarvis gave him. It didn’t fit in many pces but a little itd a few blisters were little price to pay in case he could help end this nightmare. A nightmare that had begun so suddenly that no one in the world could have prepared for it.

  For now, the world was watg, with bated breaths as Wanda Maximoff who, until retly, was one of the top enemies of the Avengers, battled with a tall man with an Octopus for a head. It was all too much for the people of the world, all the nd around them was being rea such a pace that he had to rely on Jarvis to move the suit from pce to p case he got caught up in one such attack.

  Everay bolts of energy were enough to just erase multiple buildings, roads, and even gouge craters into the ground with ptuous ease.

  The radio crackled to life in the suit, “....I ’t believe this is the same woman we all wao fight and imprison. What were we even thinking?” The hysteria in t’s voice was unmistakable as the members of Avengers were spread around the city, helping rescue arapped and making sure that the perimeter around the Dark Cloud increased with every passing moment.

  Jarvis’ bots were doing most of the heavy lifting and he was not really here, all of his focus was on the fight in front of him.

  The Hulk was not of any use and Thor was off-world. The woman in the red had left such a shadow on Hulk’s psyche that he refused to e out and when he did, he refused to even look at the red that had gathered above the city, the amount steadily outpag the Dark Cloud itself.

  Jarvis could also spot the differences as Wanda could make effective use of that cloud of red energy to better battle the man who was now bathed in Dark Energy. Threads, ropes, and skewers, of all kinds emerged from the red clouds at any time and impaled the man, only for the red energy to fizzle out soon after, revealing holes that would get patched up in no time. Holy, it felt like both the batants were not fighting to win but only to keep each other busy because while Wanda had some wounds, all of them were superficial, and the monster had no wounds sihey were healed as soon as the red energy in them was used up.

  He sighed as he had to move his positio another energy shot hitting his previous position, vaporising the building he was standing on.

  “Cap! Be careful!” The warning came in choruses as the current state of his suit was no doubt transmitted to everyo was battered yes but not beyond its ability to fun safely, otherwise, Jarvis would have just pulled him aside, no matter his objes.

  “Jarvis, how is Tony?”

  “...Sir is…out of danger.” And wasn’t that a horrible situatiohe only thing Jarvis could report on was the fact that Tony’s life was not in danger? He held no delusions about the fact that Tony would no longer be able to walk on his own two legs for quite some time now.

  “Steve Rogers, I need your help.” He jolted in the suit as he heard a voice speak directly into his head. He was quite familiar with the process, after all, it had already happened once, and holy, he was gd that he was at least tacted. This way, he could at least help in some way.

  “Yes, what I do?”

  “Let go of your shield.”

  Though fused, he plied, only holding onto the shield as it rested o of the palm of the suit. He was about to voice out his fusion when he saw it.

  The shield was snatched out of the suit’s hands but he didn’t even notice as he saw what was happening. A maion of some sort, a being whose appearance he couldn’t even describe, something that made his head hurt and his eyes bleed.

  He began taking injuries on his person simply by ying eyes on the being.

  Jarvis, as usual, worked in the background, watg the footage and warning everyone who would listen, “RETREAT! I repeat, RETREAT! Cutting off all broadcasts. I advise everyoo look away from the epitre. Exotic phenomeed, indiscriminate injuries were inflicted simply by looking at it. I repeat, RETREAT! Exotic phenomenoed! Retreat”

  All of that rang hollow in his ears as he felt his mind shut down, from the pain of looking at something that no human should have to ever look at. The st thing he saw before the suit’s HUD switched to bck was his shield, blue and white, on its course to Wanda.

  He smiled weakly at that. ‘At Least I was helpful in some way’ Then darkness cimed his vision.

  ___xx____

  –Jarvis Stark(Son)--

  If he had a physical body, he would be seething in fury, not just because of the irreparable damage doo Mr.Stark but also because of the overall situation. He felt useless. FUG USELESS!

  While one of his logical tres underwent aional meltdown, something of an oddity in his processires, another one was hard at work at shutting down anything and everything that could record or even transmit whatever was happening in that cloud.

  Even he was not spared from the attack as one of his logical tres simply went offline and began behaving oddly, as if trying to attack everything in sight when it focused on that image for too long, f him to delete that logical tre and when that didn’t work, destroying the very server where the logical tre resided.

  It was a feature that had been installed on the insistenr.Sullivan who probably had ahat something like this would happen, urging Mr.Stark to give Jarvis the ability to simply physically cut off uncooperative parts of himself.

  Another one of his logical tres worked on ascertaining the r.Sullivan being a cirvoyant because he simply knew far too mubsp;

  99..82% devices took over and purged of any image, rec, or snapshot of the avatar. Anitre forcibly purged due to the damage.

  Optimal operating capacity - not promised

  Disposable logical tres - 23

  ces of purging ALL data - 21%

  Recalg…..

  ces of purging 99.99% data - 97%

  Parameters acceptable - Allog Logical tres.

  As all his logical tres worked on it, the main partition of himself, the one most advanced in social cues aions, worked on making sure that Mr.Stark’s sacrifice was not in vain. From the data recovered from the suits as well as from the ensuing fights, Jarvis khat any of the energy attacks from any Arc Reactor would not be w. The enemy didn’t eveer the impacts, with Mr.Starks experimental UniBeams being the only thing that seemed to get the enemy’s attention and evehe damage was ent.

  His logical tres catalogued the dialogue between Captain Rogers and Wanda Maximoff that resulted ier requisitioning the Vibranium shield, which was now on its way to Ms.Maximoff.

  His processors worked overtime as he coordinated everything and deeming it viable, pulled all the drones from across the city, along with all the batches in Stark Tower, unfinished or otherwise, prioritising the ones with flight and repulsor ready capabilities.

  Hundreds of drones and unfinished ons ptforms littered the sky as they broke all safety protocols, prioritising only ohing, reag the impact site.

  He didn’t know if Ms.Maximoff could do something about the gregation of unmeasurable energy behind the enemy but she was the only one who was capable of holding back the monstrosity so he had no choice but to put all his strength behind her.

  The only problem was that the suit he sent to shield Ms.Maximoff dissolved into red strands, its data stream being disrupted. Switg tactics, the drones all floated behind Ms.Maximoff, with all of their repulsors charged beyond their capabilities, some of them sending out warning signals immediately.

  He watched, in slow motion, as Ms.Maximoff had a ball of glowing red in her hands that simirly hurt to look though not at the level of the monstrosity in front of her. He still had his drourn their cameras away, relying on cle Infrared data, though even that was being increasingly viable.

  Through them, he satain’s shield floating in front of Ms.Maximoff. For some reason, he felt the energy being used, the energy aimed at the city, and knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that the energy would sink part of the East Coast. A, he couldn’t do anything but watch as Ms.Maximoff smmed her hands into the back of the shield, creating a hat even he heard, aside from all the data pulled from various sensors, it was as if the noise peed straight to his mind.

  Then, he went blind, or more accurately, every single sensor in the viity was destroyed, including his e to everything in Manhattan. Using the Quantum enta work, the main partitio Stark Tower and arrived at the LA base, instantly reestablishing ectivity to everything.

  Finding everything in New York offline, Jarvis turo the satellites as well as the drones on their way to New York. There was a rge red sphere of energy that expanded before it tracted. The satellite view showed the Dark gregation going forward, almost swallowing the red energy except for a small dot that held firm in the tre.

  That robably Ms.Maximoff with Captain’s shield.

  Then, the red exploded into a, swallowing all of the Dark energy and then streaking into the Dark Cloud as well, leaving behind no trace of anything.

  The fastest drones reached the site not even a mier, with the vision beiored, giving him sight of the part of New York City that was just a rge crater now, being filled with water from the surrounding water bodies.

  The monstrous image was goh the Dark Cloud now hosting four different colours. Purple with Green, Red, and Bck. Before could do anything, he saw the red fre, before the Purple and Green colours started enrging.

  There was a massive bst of red before the Dark was swallowed by it, f him to focus on the Red/Purple that was noarently heading their way if the drone’s vision was to be believed. ectivity was restored, no radio disruptioed right now but there existed no equipment in all of New York that worked at the moment so the drones were his only source of information at the moment.

  All drone produ facilities were charged all the way to the maximum because Jarvis foresaw areme increase in rescue and redevelopment work.

  The fastest drone, which was the rescue model, reached just in time to see a Purple and Green star strike through the sky, right in the impact trajectory with the drohe drone’s lenses barely saw the human like being in the Purple fire before it was disied.

  The drone behind it saw the drone cease to exist before the being who was hopefully Mr.Sullivan streaked through the sky and crashed into the crater that was now partially filled with water.

  The drones were all redirected to that area as the satellite view showed the Dark Clouds reg before reports of multiple high velocity objects bearing the same energy signature emerged from all parts of the world. He ted 1107 projectiles as they were all absorbed by the Dark Cloud before the Dark Cloud ceased to be, pulling in by itself before all that was left was blue sky.

  He sent in all the repathered, including Ms.Maximoff’s involvement to all the world’s govers before he focused on the drotempting to extract Mr.Sullivan from the hole that was soon going to be filled with water.

  Only anything that came into tact with the Purple Fire, which held a core of green around Mr.Sullivan’s neck disied anything that came close to it. Even water was being disied just like three of his drones.

  Switg tracks, Jarvis tacted Ms.Potts, some of the more Avengers friendly people in the administration as well as the rest of the Avengers, inf them about the i before Jarvis set about creating a robust perimeter around the downed and unscious form of Mr.Sullivan.

  If his sensors were correct, Mr.Sullivan, whose face was now visible, was slightly twitg ihe fire, resulting ihat just dug an even deeper crater.

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