Alex's beam slammed into the shield—but the explosion vanished against the glowing barrier like smoke hitting a wall. No cracks. No flicker. Not even a hiccup.
Tony's eyes widened. "Okay, yeah—NOTHING. It didn't even scratch it!"
Static rumbled through the comms as the Abyss Carrier hummed overhead. Alex stood on the deck, breathing hard, his eyes still glowing. "That was an Oblivion Cannon. If that didn't work, brute force isn't an option."
"Then what do we do!?" Tony shouted, dodging plasma fire as he flew a circle around the pedestal. "We need this portal closed NOW before that thing up there decides to send a planet through!"
A weak, hoarse voice cut through the comm line.
"We… need something… else."
Tony spun around. "Selvig?"
Dr. Selvig, still shaky and dazed, pulled himself upright by grabbing the twisted railing. His eyes were clearer than before—free from Loki's control.
"We need… something similar to it," he said, touching the glowing barrier with trembling fingers. The energy pulsed around him, not harming him but pushing him away. "The energy isn't resisting strength—it's resisting anything external. But the scepter… Loki's scepter… shares the same frequency as the Tesseract."
Tony floated closer, now listening carefully. "You're saying the scepter can break it?"
Selvig nodded, coughing. "Yes. Its energy is synchronized with the Tesseract. Only it can pierce the field."
On the battlefield below, Steve was still trading blows with Loki. Their clash sent echoes down the building—shield against scepter, metal against trickster magic.
Loki snarled as he shoved Steve back, lifting the scepter to strike again—
—and suddenly Alex's voice cut in. "Cap! Incoming!"
Steve didn't question it. He rolled to the side as a Chitauri soldier leapt at him from behind.
An Abyss Carrier beam sliced through the creature mid-air, vaporizing it before it could land.
"Thanks!" Steve shouted.
"Just keep him busy," Alex replied, redirecting another cannon. "I'll handle everything else."
The massive carrier rotated, cannons switching targets with machine precision. Every Chitauri attempting to climb the tower exploded in a flash of crimson light. Alex's control was absolute—his energy, his intention, his focus all pouring into keeping the skies around the tower clear.
Tony froze mid-hover. "Wait, hold on—does anyone see Loki's scepter?"
Steve, still fighting Loki hand-to-hand, slammed his shield into the trickster's ribs. Loki stumbled, and for a moment the scepter skidded across the floor toward the edge of the rooftop.
"I'm seeing it—" Steve said through clenched teeth, reaching for it. "But it wants to fry me!"
"You've got something coming at you, Cap!" Tony warned from above.
Steve barely had time to react. He turned just as a Chitauri warrior lunged at him—
—but an Abyss Carrier beam sliced the alien clean in half before it could reach him.
"Go! Move!" Alex yelled over comms, controlling the cannon with brutal precision.
Steve dove, sliding across the cracked rooftop and grabbing Loki's scepter just as Loki himself tackled him from behind. The two crashed into rubble, struggling for control.
"Cap, hold him!" Tony shouted.
"I'm trying!" Steve grunted, wrestling Loki away from the scepter.
Clint's voice cut in sharply. "Cap—look up. NOW."
Steve ducked.
An explosive arrow whistled past his head and detonated point-blank on Loki's chest, blasting the god backwards into debris.
Tony swooped down immediately. "Cap—toss it!"
Steve hurled the scepter upward. Tony caught it mid-air, banking hard toward the swirling barrier where the Tesseract beam pulsed violently.
"Alright," Tony muttered to himself, "if magic hates magic—let's play freeze tag."
He jammed the scepter toward the heart of the energy stream.
The barrier reacted instantly—sparks rippling like lightning.
It cracked.
It shrieked.
Then it shattered like broken glass.
Blue energy pulsed, throwing Tony backward, and the pedestal beneath the Tesseract was finally visible—exposed and unstable.
"The portal is destabilizing!" Selvig shouted. "Tony, you must close it now!"
Tony steadied himself, gripping the scepter again. "I'm closing it! Just keep everything else off my back!"
Alex smirked, eyes glowing. "Leave that part to me."
The Abyss Carrier rotated smoothly overhead.
Cannons locked.
Crimson energy built—
— and unleashed a storm of destruction that ripped through the last waves of Chitauri trying to spill through the collapsing portal.
"Tony, I've got an idea. I'm going to wipe them all out," Alex said. He turned the ship's powerful Leviathan cannon on the portal's mouth.
"Okay. Just give the signal when you want me to lose it," Tony replied. The Leviathan's carved maw glowed and steam curled from the bow as the ship began to form a huge energy orb. The orb rose, energy continued to increase as soon it was like an reddish black sun.
"Any more than that and Alex you might Nuke the city!," Tony warned
"Fire," Alex ordered.
The orb shot out of the portal and struck the Chitauri mothership in space.
The impact erupted like a black supernova — a violent, dark blast that ripped the enemy ship apart and sent a spray of burning debris outward.
Shrapnel and energy bolts slammed into Stark Tower's portal machinery, driving pieces of alien hull and circuitry into the core systems and short-circuiting the pedestal's stabilizers.
The shockwave hit the plaza beneath the tower like a hammer. Tony was caught in the blast, thrown off course and hurled through the air, skidding across the Stark Tower façade before crashing into the side of a nearby building in a smoking heap.
"Alex—never use that move on Earth," Tony groaned as he stumbled out of the wreckage. Alex nodded with a laugh, clearly enjoying himself far too much.
With the mothership destroyed, every Chitauri on the ground collapsed at once—lifeless puppets with their strings cut. Even the Leviathans began dropping from the sky like dead machines, crashing into empty streets and shattered rooftops.
New York's nightmare battle finally came to an end.
While the others regrouped, Alex took advantage of the chaos. He moved toward the plaza where the core had been, his steps silent. Amid the fallen debris, the Tesseract cube lay exposed, its glow pulsing softly.
The scepter—with Loki still unconscious nearby—was too risky to take; too many cameras, too many eyes watching. But the cube? It sat quietly in the rubble, overlooked in the chaos.
Alex glanced around once.
No witnesses.
With a swift, controlled motion, he pocketed the Tesseract, keeping it in his system inventory.
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