Namor swung his trident toward Peter.
Peter, thanks to his spider-sense, dodged every strike and even landed counter-blows when the opportunity arose.
Gwen charged in, delivering several kicks at Namor, making him grit his teeth.
"Why?! I've already activated Poseidon's power! I'm as strong as a god now!!"
"And yet I'm still being pushed back! Pushed back by these apes??"
Peter and Gwen moved in perfect sync, almost as if they shared a single mind.
Hulk and Moonie finished off the fish-men and rushed over to help take down Namor.
"Hmph, time to clean up these small fry quickly," Iron Man muttered as he observed the situation and activated something.
Instantly, his entire suit began transforming.
Shoulder armor sprouted blades, his hands extended mantis-like swords, his thigh armor split to reveal hip-mounted gun barrels, and a jetpack emerged from his back to boost flight speed.
"Full Arsenal Mode—ENGAGE!" Electricity crackled around Iron Man's body, radiating an overwhelming aura.
Every gun barrel and weapon fired simultaneously at the remaining minions, shredding them like ground meat.
With the situation under control, Hawkeye turned his focus to Namor.
"Grrr!!"
Namor glared at Peter and Gwen, who were unleashing a flurry of attacks, while Moonie and Hawkeye waited for the perfect moment to strike. Hulk and Iron Man stood ready to go all out.
The Poseidon-shaped aura he emitted now felt utterly useless!
"I refuse to accept this outcome!!"
He gripped his trident and snapped it in half.
"?!" Peter froze, staring in confusion.
Instantly, Namor's body absorbed the trident's essence. His muscles pulsed violently.
Oh, here we go—classic villain transformation: bigger, bulkier, unhinged. Seen this script before.
And just as Peter predicted, Namor's body swelled with muscle, growing to Hulk's size… and that was it.
Yeah, what else did you expect? Want me to drag out this arc?
"GUHAHA! Beg for mercy! For I will—"
An arrow shot straight into Namor's eye.
"AGHHHHHH!! MY EYE!!"
"Heh, the bigger the target, the easier the shot," Iron Man smirked.
"HULK PUNCH!!"
As Hulk charged, Namor caught both of Hulk's fists in a vice grip.
"Now!" Moonie hurled a barrage of crescent-moon-shaped throwing stars—explosive ones, of course.
Peter and Gwen fired webs nonstop, binding Namor's body until he could barely move.
"NO!! NO!! I'M STRONGER THAN ALL OF YOU!!"
Arrows rained down relentlessly, piercing his skin without pause.
"WHY?! TELL ME WHY!!"
"You want to know?"
Iron Man's voice cut through the chaos, drawing Namor's attention.
Iron Man's mask flipped open, revealing a face brimming with arrogance that looked down on the heavens themselves.
"Because you're no different from any other third-rate villain, fish-boy."
"YOU—!!"
Iron Man's suit transformed again.
This time, his shoulder armor expanded, four massive pillars extended from his back, and armor plates detached to form a single devastating weapon.
"Ever heard of Lü Bu from China? This mode's inspired by him. I call it… God of War."
Iron Man hefted the weapon like a spear, ready to hurl it.
Immense heat radiated from the suit, spewing continuous plumes of smoke.
[Warning: Launching this weapon will damage 40% of the suit. Proceed with caution.]
"Don't worry. Hulk's got my ride home."
Lightning bolts erupted from Iron Man's feet, anchoring him in place.
The weapon glowed hotter than lava; Iron Man's hands felt like they were about to melt.
Namor struggled desperately, but Peter, Gwen, and Hulk held him fast.
"TAKE THIS! SPEAR OF THE SAVAGE!!"
Iron Man hurled the weapon with all his might. His arm armor shattered on release.
The spear rocketed forward, accelerated further by thrusters at its base.
"NOOOOOOOOO!!!"
Namor roared as the weapon struck true.
It didn't pierce through and embed in the wall—that was the plan.
The impact launched Namor skyward, blasting him clean through the sea monster (or rather, the robotic sea monster), punching a hole straight through it.
"I'LL BE BA—GUUHH!!" A seagull flew right into his open mouth mid-sentence.
"Phew." Iron Man popped his helmet off and let out a long breath.
"Are you okay Mr. Stark—HOLY!" Peter froze, staring at Tony's hands.
"Eh, don't worry about these," Tony said, flexing his charred, smoking gauntlets.
"Relax, Peter boi. This guy's got nine lives. If a capitalist like him dead, I'd throw a party," Moonie quipped.
"Oi, I'm docking your pay."
"Hulk thinks Tony deserves it."
"He launched a missile at Israel! He's a good guy!" Gwen defended.
"Oh, thank you, milady. You're already better than these ingrates!"
"But he also kicked a kid into the street and nearly drowned him."
"Wow, why'd you have to bring that up? Hawkeye, help your boss up—these traitors are turning on me!"
Hawkeye walked over, staring Tony down.
"Ma'am."
"…You hired me to fight, not to babysit."
"Guhh… Peter…"
"Sure thing."
"Ha! This kid's worth more than the lot of you!" Tony grinned while the team glared at him.
Rumble rumble
"Uh oh. Place is about to collapse—move it!"
"But how do we—" I started.
A sleek spacecraft swooped in.
"…Right. Billionaire."
Everyone piled aboard and rocketed out.
Watching the robotic sea monster implode, I couldn't help but wonder.
"Spit it out," Tony said.
"Well… why not salvage it?"
"Oh, I have a better question—why?"
"Please don't."
Tony sighed and looked at me.
"Government."
"…Ah. Got it."
"Good."
Because if we brought it back, the feds would slap some clause on it, claim ownership, and turn it into a weapon. This is america.
"Hey, everyone—drinks?" Bruce strolled in with ice-cold sodas and beers.
"Peter! Share with me!" Gwen grabbed two straws and a soda.
"Oho, the kid's got a girlfriend with the exact same powers? Smooth," Tony said, slapping my shoulder.
"..."
I'm not even gonna explain.
Moonie and Hawkeye pulled off their masks to drink.
One word: heaven.
Nothing beats a cold drink after going full throttle.
"Wait, where's my wedding ring?" Gwen asked me.
The entire group fell silent… then slowly turned to stare.
"…Namor swallowed it."
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Gwen dropped to her knees, wailing in despair.
Phew. Good thing she's gullible.
***
"AGHHHHHH!!!"
Namor crashed straight into the ocean near the shore.
He dragged himself onto the beach, then tried to yank Tony's spear out.
"Ughh AHHHH!!!"
He wrenched it free. Blood sprayed everywhere. He clutched his gut in agony.
"…Great. Lost my fortune, lost my weapon, lost my minions. If I go back to Atlantis now, I'll probably get curb-stomped."
He pressed a hand to the wound and stared at the city ahead.
There, towering over everything, was a massive building with a giant 4 on it.
"…Why does this feel like fate?"
*****
Well, this arc end here, im tired of this arc