WHERE ARE THE AVENGERS

Chapter 6

A lone green planet drifted in space, surrounded by a ring of debris. Its surface was a mix of lush landscapes and towering metallic structures. The Piertom people, humanoid in shape but distinguished by their oval heads and single large eye, patrolled their technologically advanced cities.

On the outskirts of the capital, a gathering of warriors stood before their leader, a towering Piertom draped in battle-worn armor. His single eye glowed with authority.

"Everyone, prepare yourselves! When the Galan prepare their attack, we shall conquer them!" His voice thundered through the ranks, stirring murmurs of agreement and concern.

A smaller figure, another commander, crossed his arms. "Is this even necessary? This is overkill. The Galan won't last a day if we attack with full force."

The leader let out a heavy sigh. "I know that. But remember—we cannot attack first. The Imperial Cruise will not tolerate such aggression."

Their discussion was interrupted when a soldier pointed at the sky. "A falling comet!"

They watched in awe as a brilliant streak of blue fire crashed into the ground, sending shockwaves across the battlefield. Dust and debris swirled in the air. When the smoke cleared, a lone figure stood in the crater. His blue eyes burned like twin stars, his muscular frame radiating an overwhelming cosmic energy.

The figure stepped forward, his gaze sweeping across the stunned warriors. "Where... are the Avengers?" Max asked, his voice calm but filled with an undeniable weight.

Orzy Galaxy - Aboard the Warlord's Ship

Warlord Ozia stepped into a dimly lit chamber where a massive cylindrical tube filled with red liquid stood at the center. Inside, Lazel floated in stasis, unconscious, his body suspended in the strange substance.

Ozia's sharp gaze turned to the one responsible for this experiment—Zorvath. Unlike the other Enders, Zorvath's entire body was crimson, with a black 'O' emblazoned on his face.

"Zorvath, what is the meaning of this?" Ozia demanded.

Zorvath didn't even flinch. "Our purpose is to clear all irrelevant lifeforms. But tell me, Ozia, haven't you ever wondered why the Lord wants them eradicated along with their history?"

Ozia narrowed his eyes. "Their history is irrelevant."

Zorvath let out a low chuckle. "Perhaps. But their knowledge... their evolution... is fascinating. I intend to find out more before we erase them."

Ozia remained silent, his mind swirling with thoughts. Zorvath is playing a dangerous game. If the Lord finds out...

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Back on Piertom Planet

The battle was over before it even began. Max stood in the center of the battlefield, surrounded by wreckage and fallen warriors. Their advanced technology had failed against his raw cosmic might.

The Piertom leader, covered in bruises and cuts, shakily rose to his feet. "W-Who are you...?"

Max's glowing blue eyes bore into him. "I asked you once. Where are the Avengers? Instead of answering, you attacked me. Now... answer."

Terrified, the leader spilled every detail he knew. "They come from a planet called Earth!"

Max's gaze flickered. "Earth... where is that?"

As soon as the Piertom leader provided the coordinates, Max's body surged with energy. With a single leap, he shot into the sky like a comet, vanishing into the cosmos.

The remaining Piertom warriors stood in silence, the commander turning to his leader. "Was that one of those terrifying gods?"

The leader shook his head. "No. I think he's something greater."

A heavy silence settled before the leader muttered, "Make a call to the Imperial Cruise. This level of threat must not go unnoticed."

_ _ _ _

Amidst the vast, star-speckled darkness of space, a blue-and-green planet stood like a beacon of life. Earth. A world that had once trembled under cosmic threats, only to be saved time and time again by extraordinary individuals—the Avengers.

The city of New Manhattan was a marvel of technological progress—hovering vehicles, towering skyscrapers infused with solar energy, and AI-driven systems making life effortless. In the heart of the city, a massive structure stood: the Hall of Heroes, a museum dedicated to Earth's greatest defenders.

Inside, a group of students, dressed in sleek uniforms, walked in awe. They were led by Professor Langston, a middle-aged man with silvered hair and sharp glasses. His voice carried the weight of history as he guided them through the grand halls. Statues of superheroes loomed above them, their digital faces frozen in time, reminders of a past filled with battle, sacrifice, and triumph.

"Welcome, everyone," Langston began, his voice echoing in the enormous hall. "Today, we walk through the legacy of Earth's mightiest heroes—the Avengers. For over a century, they stood as the last line of defense against countless enemies. But for the past twenty years... they've been silent."

A boy among the students—Bron, a tall, dark-skinned teenager with an inquisitive gaze—raised his hand. "Professor... why don't we hear about them anymore? I mean, they were our greatest heroes, right?"

Langston sighed, glancing at the statue of Captain America before replying. "Because, Bron, there hasn't been a need for them. Earth is at peace. The enemies are gone, and so are the ones who fought them."

The students murmured among themselves as they walked past a statue of Captain America, his vibranium shield glinting under the museum lights.

"Steve Rogers," Langston said, admiration in his tone. "The symbol of hope. The first Avenger. A soldier who believed in justice, never backing down, even when facing gods and monsters. He led armies, fought tyranny, and—against all odds—he always won."

The students moved to another statue—Black Panther, standing proudly in his vibranium suit.

"T'Challa, the king of Wakanda. A ruler and a warrior. With his people and his genius, he fought battles both in the shadows and on the frontlines. His strength, wisdom, and unbreakable will ensured that Wakanda remained a beacon of power and hope."

They passed Black Widow and Spider-Man.

"Natasha Romanoff," Langston continued. "A woman without superpowers, yet one of the deadliest warriors in history. A spy, an assassin, and an Avenger. She fought in the darkness so the world could live in the light."

"And then there was Peter Parker, the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man," he said with a chuckle. "Swinging between skyscrapers, cracking jokes, and saving lives. A hero who believed that 'with great power, comes great responsibility'... and he lived by it."

The students admired the figures, their imaginations running wild as they visualized the legendary battles.

Then came Doctor Strange. His hologram displayed him casting spells, the Eye of Agamotto gleaming on his chest.

"Stephen Strange, the Sorcerer Supreme," Langston said in a hushed tone. "The guardian of reality itself. He bent the laws of time, space, and dimensions to keep our world safe from threats beyond comprehension."

The towering figure of Hulk was next, his form frozen in a moment of rage.

"Bruce Banner. A genius cursed with an unstoppable beast inside him," Langston explained. "The monster that fought for mankind... even when mankind feared him."

The students' eyes then fell on the final statue. Iron Man.

Unlike the others, this one had a golden plaque beneath it, the words etched with respect and reverence:

"Tony Stark – The Man Who Gave Everything."

Professor Langston's voice trembled slightly as he spoke. "And then... there was him. Tony Stark. Iron Man. A man of genius, arrogance, and—above all—heart. He was the one who built this team. The one who stood against the darkest of threats. And when all hope seemed lost... he was the one who saved us all."

Langston wiped the corner of his eye, the weight of the memory pressing down on him. The students fell silent, their admiration deepening.

Bron looked at the statue for a long time before whispering, "He must have been amazing..."

Langston nodded, a sad smile on his face. "He wasn't just amazing, Bron. He was... inevitable."

The group moved forward, reaching the final statue of Thor. It depicted him mid-battle, his hammer raised high, lightning crackling around him.

"And this," Langston said, "is the God of Thunder. Thor. The prince of Asgard, wielder of Mjolnir, and one of the most powerful warriors to ever walk among us. He fought side by side with Earth's heroes, standing as a bridge between gods and mortals. His strength, his will, and his thunderous wrath shook the heavens themselves."

The students stared in awe.

"And then, there was Captain Marvel," Langston continued, pointing to the towering statue of Carol Danvers. The hologram flickered to life, showing her blasting through enemy ships, radiating pure cosmic power. "The woman who came down like a comet, tearing through enemies with unmatched strength and speed. She was a guardian of the stars, ensuring no force threatened Earth from beyond."

Suddenly, a loud BOOM tore through the air. The ground trembled.

The students gasped, turning toward the sound.

A comet streaked across the sky, blazing a furious blue, its trajectory aimed directly at the Hall of Heroes. Time seemed to slow as it plummeted—crashing into Captain Marvel's statue, shattering it into a cloud of dust and debris.

Everyone froze.

From the settling dust, a figure rose.

A man.

His eyes glowed blue, cosmic energy swirling around his form. His presence radiated power—the kind that made the air feel heavy, like gravity itself bent around him.

Bron's jaw dropped. He blinked, rubbed his eyes, then whispered, "...Uh, Professor? Are you sure Captain Marvel was a woman? Because I think I'm looking at a male version right now."

The students stared in stunned silence.

The figure stepped forward, his piercing gaze scanning the crowd. He spoke, his voice deep, resonating with an unnatural intensity.

"Tell me... Where are the Avengers?

The twin suns of Piertom cast their fading glow over the battered landscape. Smoke curled from shattered buildings, and the scent of scorched metal and stone lingered in the air. The people of Piertom, bloodied but unbroken, moved through the ruins, tending to their wounded.

Then the sky ripped open.

A crackle of energy split the heavens, and two figures descended like vengeful gods. One was a towering warrior, his cloak billowing, lightning coiling around his muscular frame like living serpents. His blue eyes gleamed with raw power, blue and white thunder swirling around him. A small hammer rested in his right hand, while a massive axe—its blade radiating cosmic destruction—hung across his back.

Beside him, a woman landed with equal grace and menace. She was draped in regal battle armor, her purple eyes glowing with a divine glow. Purple lightning danced across her fingertips, wrapping around the elegant sword at her side. An arrow quivered on her back, its shaft humming with barely contained energy.

The air itself shuddered at their arrival.

The leader of Piertom—a weary but resolute man, his face lined with wisdom—dropped to his knees, bowing his head.

"We welcome Lord Thunder and Lady Love," he declared, his voice reverent. "We did not expect figures of your status to be sent to our small world."

Thor's expression darkened as he surveyed the destruction. Lightning crackled from his body, arcing into the ground. His fingers tightened around Mjolnir.

"I heard there was an invader here." His deep voice rumbled like an approaching storm. "One who spoke a name… a name that has not been uttered in years." He turned his gaze on the kneeling leader. "The Avengers."

A murmur ran through the surviving Piertom warriors. Even the mention of that name sent a wave of tension through the air.

The leader nodded grimly. "Yes, my lord. The invader kept asking about the Avengers. He was... powerful."

Thor's jaw clenched.

The storm around him raged, the mere thought of a powerful entity seeking the Avengers filling his mind with unease.

Who could it be?

What force would dare stir the past?

Lady Love, standing beside him, flicked a strand of black hair from her face, her voice calm but laced with steel. "And where is this mystery invader now?"

The leader swallowed. "On his way to Earth."

Silence fell.

Then—BOOM!

A sudden burst of energy exploded from Thor, the force causing the ground beneath him to crack. His grip tightened around Mjolnir, and a flicker of something passed through his stormy eyes—concern.

He had fought many battles, faced countless threats, but for someone to seek out Earth's mightiest heroes after all this time…

His thoughts spiraled. What was coming?

After a long moment, Thor turned to the woman beside him.

"Little Love," he said, his voice softer now. "I believe it is time we visit Earth."

To be continued.

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