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C455 Spider-Man
🕑 Added 2023-08-30 12:33:17 +0000 UTCAs the eerie glow of death illuminated the battlefield, Peter found himself drawn to the clash between Odin and Hela. He couldn't help but marvel at the power exuding from both figures, a testament to their godlike nature. Odin's spear gleamed in the sunlight as he met Hela's advance with measured grace, his eyes ablaze with a mixture of determination and sadness.
‘Hmm, maybe I should spar with Odin later?’ Peter wondered. Although he probably wouldn’t be able to last long, Peter knew that Odin could probably put up a better fight than Shou-Lao.
(A/N: the dragon of K’un-Lun. Incase anyone forgot.)
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Moments earlier, Brunnhilde had raced off, her sword held high as she rushed to engage the woman who slaughtered, and now desecrated the remains of her Valkyrie sisters. Seeing her run off, Odin followed closely, his trusted spear Gungnir at the ready. His aged body moved far quicker than Peter expected.
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At the edge of the city…
Hela's laughter echoed through the air, as her army marched forward. But just as she was starting to enjoy herself, an uninvited guest arrived. Hela turned to Brunnhilde as realization appeared in her mesmerizing green eyes, her lips curling into a wicked smile.
"Well, well, if it isn’t the one that got away," Hela purred, her voice dripping with condescension. "I thought you would have killer yourself out of shame by now. Come to say hello to the sisters that you abandoned?" She asks, motioning towards the undead Valkyrie behind her.
Brunnhilde's fists clenched at her sides, her anger and resentment boiling to the surface. She had once served Hela, and fought loyally at her side, only for her sisters to be slaughtered in the end.
"You have no right to mock me, you b*tch," Brunnhilde retorted, her voice a mixture of anger and sorrow. "How dare you do this to my sisters! Was it not enough that you killed them all? You had to resurrect them as these monsters as well?"
Hela's laughter grew louder, her amusement clearly unfazed by Brunnhilde's words. "Oh, spare me your righteous indignation. The Valkyrie were always so eager to follow my orders, to do my bidding without question. They should be honored to serve me in death as well."
Without warning, Hela lunged forward, her movements graceful and deadly. Brunnhilde barely had time to react, her sword meeting Hela's with a resounding clash. The impact sent shockwaves through Brunnhilde's arms, but she stood her ground, her eyes locked onto Hela's.
Their swords clashed again and again, the sound of steel ringing through the air. Brunnhilde fought with a fierce determination, every strike a testament to her skill and the pain she carried within her. She had lost her sisters, her comrades, to Hela's madness, and she would make her pay for it.
But Hela was no ordinary opponent. Her movements were fluid and unpredictable, her attacks a deadly dance that seemed to defy the laws of physics. With each strike, she taunted Brunnhilde, her words a mix of mockery and arrogance.
"You think you can defeat me, little Valkyrie?" Hela sneered. "You were always the weakest of your sisters, so predictable. It's no wonder they had to sacrifice themselves to save you. What a pity."
Brunnhilde's anger burned hotter with each word, her resolve strengthening. She summoned all her training, every ounce of her skill, to meet Hela's attacks head-on. But despite her efforts, she was slowly being pushed back, her strength waning against Hela's relentless onslaught.
As time went on, Brunnhilde began to realize that she couldn't face Hela alone, that she needed help. Suddenly, Hela’s black boot found its way buried into her stomach, sending Brunnhilde tumbling to the ground. And just as her hope seemed began to dwindle with Hela stood above her, her sword positioned for the finishing blow, a powerful surge of energy swept through the air, and a familiar figure materialized beside her.
Odin, his spear Gungnir glowing with otherworldly light, stood beside Brunnhilde. His eyes blazed with a mixture of anger and determination, his presence a stark contrast to Hela's sinister aura.
"Stand down, Hela," Odin's voice boomed, his words carrying the weight of his authority. "Peacefully return to your prison, or else..."
Hela's smug smile faltered for a moment, replaced by a flicker of surprise. She looked at Odin with a mixture of annoyance and amusement. "Oh, the All-Father himself graces his only daughter with his presence. How touching."
Without hesitation, Odin engaged Hela in battle, his spear clashing against her sword with a force that shook the ground. The two godlike beings fought with a power that defied mortal comprehension, their strikes resonating with raw energy.
Momentarily shocked that the man who sent her sisters to die would choose to save her, Brunnhilde picked herself up off the floor, grasped her sword and fought alongside her former King.
“Thank you…” She muttered as they fought. “But don’t think that this makes up for what you did.”
Odin gave her a small smile but nodded solemnly in the end. He knew that he couldn’t make up for what he did with just this alone, but he would do all he will continue to strive towards Brunnhildes forgiveness.
The two sides clashed in a storm of steel and magic, the clash of their weapons echoing through the air. Brunnhilde's strikes were swift and precise, her movements a reflection of her warrior training. She had once fought alongside Hela as a loyal Valkyrie, but now her loyalty was to herself and the Avengers.
Odin's strikes were equally potent, each swing of his spear a display of his centuries of experience. He fought with a solemn determination, fully aware of the threat Hela posed. His mind was a mix of emotions, regret for what he had failed to prevent, sorrow for the loss of his firstborn, and resolve to protect his people and the realms.
Their battle was a sight to behold, a clash of power that sent shockwaves through the ground and rumbled like distant thunder. The air crackled with magic, and the sky above seemed to darken in response to their confrontation. It was a battle of titans, godlike beings whose fates were intertwined in ways beyond mortal comprehension.
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As the battle raged on, Peter watched from a distance, enjoying the show for the time being. He would give Odin and Brunnhilde a chance to settle this on their own, but if they failed, then he would swoop in and save them, like he always does.
Meanwhile, Frigga led a contingent of soldiers into the fray, her hands dancing through the air as she conjured blades of wind and spears of fire, hurling them toward the army of undead Valkyrie. Her movements were a blend of elegance and overwhelming magical power, a testament to her skill as a sorceress.
"Stand your ground!" Frigga's voice rang out, her command a rallying cry for her soldiers. They fought with unyielding resolve, their loyalty to Asgard and their queen pushing them to new heights of bravery.
Thor, electrified with a fierce determination, fought alongside the soldiers, his hammer Mjolnir smashing through the ranks of undead with a thunderous force. He was a whirlwind of power, his every strike sending shockwaves that radiated outward, creating waves of destruction as he marched toward his father and Brunnhilde.
In another part of the battlefield, Magneto and Xavier were using their unique abilities to devastating effect. Magneto's control over metal allowed him to immobilize the undead Valkyrie, rendering their weapons and armor useless. Xavier, while unable to enter their minds due to Hela’s overwhelming control of the Valkyries souls, used his telekinesis and enhanced body to engage in hand-to-hand combat.
Hulk and Abomination were a force to be reckoned with, their titanic strength tearing through the undead forces with unmatched ferocity. Hulk's roars filled the air, and each punch he delivered sent shockwaves that cracked the very earth. Abomination's more strategic approach saw him employing his military training to maximum effect, his blows precise and calculated.
As the battle raged on, Peter's attention was drawn to Jessica, Loki, and Jane, who still stood beside him.
“Umm… What should we do?” Jessica asks, unwilling to leave Loki and Jane behind since neither had a way to defend themselves.
Thinking for a moment, Peter came to a quick decision. “Loki, take Jane and Jessica to your fathers vault. It should be a safe place. But if it is attacked, then Jessica can join the guards to defend the place. After all, we don’t want Hela gaining anymore fighting power…”
As they rushed off with newfound purpose, Loki's hidden smirk didn't go unnoticed by Peter. The God of Mischief was never one to miss an opportunity, and the prospect of exploring Odin's vault likely held great appeal to him. ‘Meh, I’ll pretend that I didn’t see anything… for now.’
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Peter continued watching from a distance as the battle between Hela, Odin, and Brunnhilde raged on. As the fight dragged on, Hela appeared to be on the losing end of this battle. Her power seemed to grow with each passing moment, but with the combined force of both Odin and Brunnhilde, her struggle became evident.
But then, with a swift and calculated motion, Hela reached into her pocket and pulled out a large golden, amber stone. The Soul Stone appeared in Peter enhanced vision, shocking him completely. “How the hell did she get that?”
The golden gem glowed with an eerie light as she held it between her fingers, the energy within it pulsating with an otherworldly power. With a triumphant smile, she channeled the stone's energy, and a surge of dark magic radiated from her form.
Odin and Brunnhilde were taken aback, their expressions a mixture of surprise and concern. The tide of the battle had shifted in an instant, and Hela's newfound power made her a force to be reckoned with. The Soul Stone's energy coursed through her, amplifying her abilities to an unprecedented level.
Peter's worry deepened as he realized the danger Hela posed. But all of that was squashed as he realized that the infinity stone that was the most difficult for him to acquire was right before his eyes. ‘I really have to thank her for bringing it to me… What a kind hearted psychopath.’
With a greedy look in his eyes, Peter leaped off the ground, his body moving with a speed and grace that defied human capabilities. He hurtled through the air, growing closer and closer to his prize.
As he landed amidst the chaos, the ground trembled beneath his feet. Odin, Brunnhilde, and Hela turned to look at him, their expressions a mix of surprise and confusion. Peter's eyes locked onto Hela, the Soul Stone gleaming with an ominous light.
"Yo," Peter's voice rang out, as casual as ever. "That’s a nice little stone you’ve got there…"
A/N: 1825 words :)
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