While Peter was fag Thanos... Other heroes are also fighting their battles.

  [NY Square]

  The battlefield was huge, c many miles. Despite the best efforts, the enemies spread out iy. It was a mess filled with the leftover parts of Thanos's soldiers, shattered buildings, and burning cars and houses. Bright explosions lit the sky, and the air was full of energy bsts, shouts, and the sounds of ons hitting each other. Frank Castle stood at the front with the mutants, trying to keep the enemy back.

  "Jean, we need cover fire on the left fnk!" Scott Summers, his vislowing, barked orders amidst the chaos. His optic beams carved through a wave of Chitauri soldiers advang toward their position.

  "I'm on it!" Jean replied. Her eyes burned with a fiery glow as she extended her arms, her telekiiergy sweeping through the battlefield, creating a barrier around them. Then she used a wave of energy bst to take down a group of outriders.

  Frank ighe exge, fog on the leviathan charging from the right. "Scott," he growled, his voice low and gravelly, "keep your sers pointed somewhere else. This one's mine."

  With a siing crack, Frank ripped a shard of bone from his own arm, shaping it into a serrated spear. He hurled it with lethal accuracy, the on pierced through the eye of the leviathan. The massive creature roared, crashing to the ground as its body vulsed. Frank's hands glowed faintly with purple energy as he gestured his finger up, summoning jagged spikes of bone from the ground that pierced the falle's hide, ensuring it wouldn't rise again.

  "Damn, Castle," Bobby Drake muttered, eng himself in a suit of ice as he froze a Chitauri gunship in mid-air. "You ever think about therapy?"

  "Each time I take out one of these creeps," Frank replied, his lips curling into a grim smile with no hint of humor.

  Storm loomed over the battle, her white hair flowing in the wind while lightning flickered around her fingers. With a cp of her hands, she called forth a stormcloud that sent a barrage of lightning bolts crashing down, wiping out aire squad of Thanos's troops. "Stay sharp, everyone!" she ordered, her voice ringing out like a thundercp. "They're regrouping. Pixie, teleport reinforts to the eastern perimeter."

  "On it!" Pixie replied, her wings shimmering with iridest light. She vanished in a puff of pink smoke, reappearing moments ter with a squad of mutant reinforts ready to fight.

  Frank sed the battlefield, his eyes narrowing as he spotted a cluster of heavy artillery ptforms bei up by the Chitauri in the distaheir massive ons glowed as they began to charge up, preparing to fire on the defensive line. "I'll take those out," he yelled, running forward.

  "Wait—" Scott began, but Frank was already moving.

  With a guttural roar, Frank smmed his hands into the ground, and the earth beh the artillery trembled. Bone spikes erupted from the ground like jagged teeth, impaling the ons and their operators. He sprinted forward, ripping bones from fallen enemies and shaping them into ons as he moved. A bone whip materialized in his hands, and with a sharp crack, he decapitated a group of outriders attempting to fnk him.

  Jean's voice echoed in his mind. 'Frank, watch your six!'

  Without hesitation, Frank ducked and spun, a bone dagger f in his hand as he plu into the chest of a Chitauri soldier sneaking up behind him. He turned back to the artillery ptforms, which were now in ruins.

  "Eastern side's secure," he muttered into his . "What's ?"

  "Don't get cocky, Castle," Scott replied, his tone clipped. "My kill t is three times yours. Stay focused. And try not to get killed before we win this thing."

  Frank snorted. "Keep dreaming, Summers," he shot back.

  [The Bronx]

  "Move, bub," Logan growled, slig through an advang outrider with his adamantium cws. The creature's guttural snarl was cut short as Logan's cws ripped through its chest. He didn't stop to admire his work, pivoting to take down ahat leaped at him from a nearby rooftop.

  "Logan, cover fire at 2 o'clock!" Jubilee's voice crackled over the s.

  "I see it!" Logan snarled back, leaping onto a pile of debris for a better vantage point. His eyes locked onto a group of Chitauri soldiers setting up heavy psma rifles in a nearby alley. With a feral roar, he lunged forward, tearing through them like paper. Energy bsts zipped past him, one scorg his jacket. "Watch it, Jubes!" he barked.

  "Sorry!" Jubilee called out, perched on a nearby building. Her fingers sparked with her signature pyroteiergy. She unleashed a barrage of dazzling explosions, scattering a cluster of outriders attempting to fnk Logan. "Better?"

  "Good enough," Logan grunted.

  A gust of wind blurred past him, followed by a string of shouted ands. "That's the st family on this block!" Pietro Maximoff—better known as Quicksilver—skidded to a stop o Logan, his silver hair wi and his face streaked with soot. "Shield's got them. I'm heading for the block."

  Logan grabbed his arm before he could zip off. "Slow down, kid. You're no good to anyone if you run yourself into the ground."

  Pietro shook him off with a smirk. "You're no good to aanding still, old man." With a fsh, he was gone, leaving a trail of dispced air and scattered papers in his wake.

  Across the street, Psylocke was a deadly blur of motion, her psychic katana slig through enemies with precision. Her violet energy bde shimmered as she ducked under an energy bst and drove the on into the chest of a Chitauri ander. With a flick of her wrist, she turo deflect a strike from another assaint, her bde cutting ly through its arm.

  "Psylocke, we've got more civilians pinned dowhe subway station!" a SHIELD agent shouted, dodging a stray psma bolt.

  "I'm on it," she replied calmly even in that situation. She extended her free hand, sending a telekiic wave that sent three outriders crashing into a nearby wall. "Logan, you clear a path?"

  "Already ahead of ya," Logan growled, barreling through a group of Chitauri with his cws fshing. "Get those people moving!"

  Psyloodded, darting forward to meet a small group of SHIELD agents who were leading a cluster of terrified civilians. "Stay close to me," she instructed, her tone andi reassuring. She raised her katana, cutting down an outrider that lu a young boy in the group.

  Oskirts of the chaos, Jubilee hovered near a makeshift evacuation poi up by SHIELD. She got her hands on booster shoes from one of the Shield agents. She kept her focus on the sky, her fireworks intercepting ining Chitauri drones before they could get close. "We've got ining from the south!" she warned, spotting a fresh wave of enemies.

  "Great," Logan muttered, wiping alien blood off his face. "This day just keeps gettier."

  Pietro appeared beside Jubilee in a blur. "Southside? Got it. Be right back." He disappeared again, reappearing moments ter ihick of the new wave of enemies. Moving faster than the eye could follow, he disarmed Chitauri soldiers, smashed their ons, and tripped them into one another in a dizzying flurry of motion.

  "Try to keep up!" he called over his shoulder, grinning as he darted through the battlefield.

  "Show-off," Jubilee muttered, but her lips twitched into a grin. She fired off another barrage of explosive energy, clearing a path for SHIELD agents to lead more civilians to safety.

  Back at the subway station, Logan and Psylocke worked in tao hold the line. A leviathan roared in the distas massive form blotting out what little light remained in the smoke-filled sky.

  "We've got trouble," Logan muttered, his keen senses pig up the vibrations from its massive footsteps. "Big one's heading this way."

  "I see it," Psylocke replied, her eyes narrowing. She reached out with her mind, probing the creature's thoughts. "Its mind is…primitive. Animalistic."

  "Good," Logan said, popping his cws. "Means it won't see this in'."

  Before they could act, a streak of silver shot past them, and Pietro appeared on the leviathan's back. "Don't worry, I've got this!" he shouted, running up its spine and pnting small devices—explosives provided by SHIELD—along its body. He leaped off just as they detohe beast letting out ah-shaking roar as it colpsed.

  "Not bad, kid," Logan admitted grudgingly. "Still a show-off."

  The battle raged on, the mutants and SHIELD agents w tirelessly to evacuate the st of the civilians. Despite their best efforts, the enemy's numbers seemed endless.

  "We've got to hold this line!" Psylocke called out, her voice cutting through the chaos. "The evacuation is almost plete!"

  "Tell that to them!" Jubilee shouted, pointing as another wave of Chitauri and outriders emerged from the smoke.

  Logan growled, his cws gleaming in the dim light. "Alright, team. One more push. Let's make it t."

  The mutants charged into the fray, their powers lighting up the battlefield. Pietro zipped between enemies, disarming and disorienting them. Jubilee's fireworks turned more destructive and colorful than before. Her power was slowly evolving. Psylocke's psychic bde cut through the enemy ranks, and Logan's feral fury left a trail of devastation in his wake.

  As the st civilians were evacuated, a voice crackled over the s. "This is Maria Hill. The Bronx is clear. Fall back to the bridge—we're regrouping there."

  Logan wiped blood from his fad g his teammates. "You heard her. Let's move."

  With the battlefield behind them, the mutants and SHIELD agents retreated, ready troup and tihe fight.