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Through Arrow's perspective, Anton wasn't surprised to see Spider-Man saving Otto.

Spider-Man's nature is inherently kind, and Otto isn't truly evil at heart. Now, Otto had shed his former villainous reputation and risen to become a superhero as part of the Avengers.

Even though the two were on opposite sides, Spider-Man was never the type to kill. He always chose to subdue his opponents instead of eliminating them, staying true to his mission as a superhero.

Shifting his focus, Anton looked at the rooftop battlefield under his watch—the clash between the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Black Widow, and Hawkeye.

In this melee, these six combatants dominated the scene.

The Turtles felt particularly frustrated.

In pure combat skill, they had a slight edge over Black Widow and Hawkeye. Years of relentless ninja training, combined with their mutated superhuman physiques and natural turtle shell defense, gave them the upper hand.

However, Black Widow and Hawkeye, enhanced by the Extremis Virus, could now release intense heat and heal rapidly. 

This transformation turned them into practically unkillable foes, evening the odds and making the battle particularly grueling.

"Hey, Wonder Woman is about to knock Captain America flat. Venom and Daredevil have already dealt with their opponents. Even Spider-Man and Arrow took care of Doc Ock... and yet it's still us and these two we haven't dealt with yet!"

Michelangelo, gliding on his flying skateboard, glanced at the other battlefields surrounding the rooftop with a grimace.

"Losing to anyone else is fine, but losing to Spider-Man? That stings."

"Do you think I don't want this over already?" Donatello snapped while parrying Hawkeye's attacks. "Too bad Phil confiscated the cryogun. That would've made short work of these two!"

"Danny, is there any way to deal with them?" Leonardo asked, frowning as he fought off Black Widow.

"It's not that we can't handle them—it's just that their new powers make it nearly impossible to end this," he added.

"Nope," Donatello sighed. "We left in a rush. I didn't have time to grab anything useful."

"What about Venom?" Raphael suggested, eyes lighting up with an idea. "He could shapeshift into some kind of rope and tie these two up."

"Not happening," Donatello shot back. "The symbiote's greatest weakness is fire, and these two can crank out heat in the thousands of degrees. Venom wouldn't stand a chance."

"Damn it!" Michelangelo cursed, weaving around Black Widow and Hawkeye on his skateboard.

The Turtles had no intention of killing their opponents—none of the Justice League or Avengers did. That was their unspoken agreement, a mutual understanding to avoid a blood feud. 

A death would irreparably deepen the divide, leaving a lasting scar even after the battle ended.

The Turtles had opportunities to deal fatal blows to Black Widow and Hawkeye, but they couldn't bring themselves to cross that line.

Anton, watching from above, clicked his tongue in irritation. The Turtles clearly couldn't restrain the two enhanced Avengers.

Sighing, he drew the claw gun from his waist and toggled its setting to "fishing net" mode.

"Turtles, get out of the way!"

His calm, authoritative voice cut through the noise of the battlefield, and the Turtles instinctively retreated.

Batman's reputation preceded him.

He wasn't just the founder of the Justice League but also the one who had helped the Turtles step out of the shadows. 

He had solved their biggest problems and given them the chance to leave the sewers and become celebrated heroes—the beloved mascots of New York City.

For the Turtles, Batman was a figure worthy of trust and respect, and they followed his command without hesitation.

This recognition was second only to the respect the Turtles held for the rat who raised them, Splinter.

Whizzing!

As soon as Anton finished speaking, the Turtles instantly abandoned the battlefield. Black Widow and Hawkeye tensed, their instincts warning them of incoming danger.

Before they could react, they saw a massive fishing net descending upon them. Both of their faces froze in shock as they moved to escape the net's reach.

But the Turtles weren't just standing by.

Seizing the opportunity, one of them grabbed a corner of the fishing net with a swift motion, pulling it like an experienced wrestler, and slammed it over Black Widow and Hawkeye. 

The others quickly joined in, tightening the net from all directions and trapping the pair.

"Natasha, burn this net with everything you've got!" Hawkeye shouted, his voice low and urgent.

His entire body began to glow red, his skin radiating intense heat. Even his face, normally calm and composed, emitted a fiery glow like magma, as though he were on the verge of exploding into a human bomb.

"Got it!" Black Widow nodded, her body beginning to glow with the same fiery intensity.

Blazing heat erupted from the two Avengers as they unleashed the full extent of their Extremis Virus-enhanced abilities. 

At this point, their bodies glowed so brightly, it was as if two miniature suns had appeared on the battlefield.

"Uh-oh! Donny, they're gonna burn the net!" Michelangelo shouted, panic evident in his voice.

"Sorry, but they won't," Anton said coolly as he stepped forward.

His calm demeanor carried an air of authority. He glanced at the two glowing figures and sneered, "They'll burn themselves out before they even put a scratch on this net."

As equipment designed by Bruce Wayne, the fishing net was built to withstand extreme circumstances, and Anton had complete confidence in it.

Sure enough, even with Black Widow and Hawkeye going all out, the fishing net only turned red from the heat. The floor beneath their feet began to warp and melt from the incredible temperatures, yet the net remained intact.

"Damn it!"

Black Widow and Hawkeye's faces twisted in frustration as they realized their efforts were futile.

The net completely ensnared them, leaving them trapped and vulnerable. Pressed back-to-back, with their arms and legs bound, they were at the mercy of the Turtles, who dragged them off and fully secured them.

"You guys keep an eye on them," Anton instructed, his tone firm.

The Turtles nodded in unison, standing guard over the restrained Avengers.

Anton, meanwhile, turned his gaze upward.

The next fight worth mentioning was the intense battle between cyborg and Iron Man.

As for Wonder Woman and Captain America—well, the outcome of that battle didn't even need to be said.

Sky.

Tony flew through the air, dodging the relentless attacks from cyborg behind him.

At the same time, parts of his armor transformed into weapons, with the Sidewinder missile launcher on his shoulder standing out as one of his key offensive tools.

Boom! Boom!

However, none of his attacks seemed to faze cyborg . The energy shield surrounding him blocked every single projectile, effectively cutting off all of Tony's offensive options.

"Damn it..."

Tony gritted his teeth, his mind flashing back to the alien invasion in New York just a few months prior.

The massive Technodrome piloted by the alien commander krang had used a similar energy shield mechanism. This felt eerily familiar, as if he'd returned to that moment of helplessness, watching others save the day while he stood powerless.

And, worst of all, he'd almost died back then.

If it hadn't been for Eddie catching him...

The memory of Eddie stirred a pang of guilt in Tony's chest, but it was quickly overshadowed by determination. He refused to let himself fall into despair. He believed in his decisions—he'd made his choices, and there was no room for regret.

Boom!

A sudden shockwave of energy struck Tony's armor with precision, hitting him at an unexpected angle.

Crack!

The impact destroyed the Sidewinder missile launcher on his shoulder.

One of his key weapons was gone.

But Tony wasn't one to give up. Adjusting his position mid-air, he boosted his thrusters and rocketed over Washington at incredible speeds, pushing his armor's energy systems to their limit.

Whoosh!

Flying low, he zipped past vehicles on the highway. Drivers below stared in shock as a red-and-gold blur streaked overhead.

Moments later, another silver figure raced past, chasing after the first at breakneck speed.

"What the...?"

A driver gaped at the sight, barely comprehending what he'd just seen. Grabbing his radio, he turned it on to catch any news updates.

The airwaves were buzzing with urgency.

"At 2:12 this afternoon, a fierce battle broke out in the heart of Washington D.C. The combatants? The Justice League and the Avengers."

"Yes, you heard that right—the Justice League and the Avengers!"

"It's unclear why these two superhero teams are clashing, but eyewitness reports confirm that every member of both teams is involved in the fight. So far, Doctor Octopus and Captain America have been defeated. Crossbones, Black Widow, and Hawkeye seem to be out of the fight as well, likely taken down by their opponents."

"Currently, cyborg and Iron Man are battling it out over the city. Reports indicate that Iron Man is struggling to hold his own and is being relentlessly pursued by cyborg ..."

The driver's jaw dropped as he processed the information. He exhaled sharply, releasing a gust of air that could only add to global warming.

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