HISD Chapter 119 Who Is the King of Marvel's Civil War
The bus, with its blown tires, crushed roof, and shattered side panels, was belching thick smoke.
Inside, the cabin was a wreck of twisted steel and scattered debris.
"How are we supposed to fight like this…"
Spider-Man groaned, sprawled out like a starfish, pinned among the mechanical wreckage on the bus floor.
From nearby came a strained voice. "Kid, where are you from?"
Spider-Man turned his head. He saw Captain America, still clutching his iconic star-spangled shield, likewise trapped in the wreckage beside him.
"Queens! Captain, I'm actually a big fan of yours!" Peter exclaimed, thrilled even in this mess.
"Is that so? Can you still fight?" Steve asked, straining to pull himself upright against the damaged frame.
"Of course. I could do this all day…"
Peter quoted his idol's famous line, but after struggling a little, his enthusiasm drained. "I think I broke a rib though. That guy's a monster…"
"..."
Captain America's mouth twitched. He really wanted to say something sarcastic.
All day, huh? With broken ribs? Sure, kid.
But against Vision Yi Meng, it really was asking too much of a teenager.
"What's that?"
Spider-Man, still lying flat, suddenly stared upward in shock through the hole in the bus roof.
Captain America followed his gaze—and his pupils shrank.
A giant, clad in what looked like a biker's helmet, towered above them. At least twenty meters tall—like a seven-story building.
"It's Ant-Man! Scott!" Steve said with relief.
…
"I got him!"
Scott Lang had activated the Pym particles, growing dozens of times larger, a towering giant at the airport. He clapped his enormous palms together, trapping Vision Yi Meng between them.
Wait—what…
Scott's smile faltered. His palms, though massive, were slowly being forced apart.
Yi Meng's vibranium form braced itself, arms outstretched like an ant pushing against a tree trunk.
Then, with a sudden surge, he blurred into a streak of light, blasting free of Scott's grip and ramming his shoulder hard into the giant's chest.
The impact was like a detonation. Shockwaves rippled outward.
Scott reeled in pain, his twenty-meter form losing balance. He toppled backward, about to crush another airport bus like a tin can.
Panicked, he canceled his giant form mid-fall, shrinking back to normal size and tumbling through the hole in the bus roof.
Boom!
Scott landed right in the bus cabin—smack between Spider-Man and Captain America.
"…"
The three men stared at each other, unsure what to say. The silence was unbearable, but saying anything would make it worse.
Then another crash shook the bus.
A battered figure dropped in through the broken roof. His steel wings were snapped, his visor shattered.
"Sam?" Captain America blinked.
"Yeah… it's me. I did my best," Falcon said with a bitter smile, sprawling on the floor.
…
Outside.
Yi Meng hovered in the sky, casually tossing aside two twisted steel wings he'd just ripped free.
Bang, bang!
Black Widow's custom rounds and Hawkeye's explosive arrows whistled upward, forming a storm of firepower against him.
This time Yi Meng didn't even bother to phase. He simply let the bullets hammer into his vibranium body.
They all flattened instantly, raining down like beans without leaving a scratch.
The arrows exploded around him like grenades, engulfing his hovering form in fire.
But when the flames cleared, his dark-gold body floated untouched, the gem in his brow glowing faintly.
"You should know by now. No matter how many times you try, this kind of attack won't work on me."
Yi Meng's calm voice carried through the smoke.
But then—
From within the smoke, a black blur leapt upward.
A panther's claw, half-man, half-beast, slashed down.
Yi Meng raised his hand. Sparks flew as vibranium met vibranium, Black Panther's claws leaving pale streaks across his arm.
"So they were just covering for you, Prince."
Yi Meng wasn't surprised.
T'Challa slashed again, claws aimed for Yi Meng's face. The Mind Stone flared in response.
But Yi Meng's hand moved faster.
Crack.
His fingers clamped around T'Challa's throat. The prince struggled, claws raking Yi Meng's arm, but the glow from the Mind Stone spread like liquid down Yi Meng's body, into his arm, and across the vibranium weave of the Black Panther suit.
Cover. Analyze. Break down. Absorb.
T'Challa's eyes widened in disbelief as his armor softened, unraveling into threads of raw vibranium and flowing into Yi Meng's body.
In moments, the mighty Black Panther suit was gone, reduced to base metal and absorbed into Yi Meng's frame.
The scratches on his arm sealed over, the S-marked dark-gold armor and cloak thickening and darkening.
Less than three seconds.
T'Challa, left in nothing but a T-shirt, stared blankly.
Where's my suit?!
Yi Meng tossed him down into the bus.
The bus groaned under yet another impact.
Inside, T'Challa picked himself up, only to find the place crowded—Spider-Man, Ant-Man, Captain America, and Falcon were all already there.
The five from different sides now looked like patients in the same ward, helping each other up in silence.
Before they could even leave—
The bus lurched violently.
With a screech of metal, it lifted off the ground.
"What the hell… this can't be real."
Scott clung to the door, staring in disbelief at Yi Meng, who was flying through the air carrying the entire ruined bus.
"He's supposed to be a hero, right? Somebody calm him down!"
Spider-Man swallowed hard. This didn't feel like fighting with a hero anymore.
No—it was exactly like fighting a supervillain!
The next instant, Yi Meng hurled the bus full of heroes straight down from the sky.
…
On the ground below.
Iron Man and War Machine were still locked in a brawl, their systems compromised by Yi Meng's earlier hack. Their suits were battered, sparking as they fought hand-to-hand and with cannons.
"Sir, system control restored!" Friday's voice finally reported.
"About damn time!" Tony groaned, realizing now how miserable it felt to have someone hijack your armor.
At that moment, a shadow fell.
The tumbling bus was plummeting toward them.
Tony and Rhodey looked at each other. They could dodge—but there were people inside.
They surged upward together, engines roaring, each grabbing a side of the bus. Their jets flared until their boots touched ground again, lowering it with effort.
"Do you still want to continue?"
Yi Meng's calm, almost friendly voice echoed from above. But it sent chills down every spine.
On the battlefield, only one towering, dark-golden figure remained aloft, bathed in sunlight, looking down on the broken Avengers.
Under that steady gaze, Black Widow and Hawkeye exchanged a look. They lowered their weapons and raised their hands.
Winter Soldier picked up his severed arm in silence.
Iron Man and War Machine set the bus down. Rhodey removed his helmet, clapped Tony's shoulder, and sighed.
What else could they do?
Yi Meng had countered them completely. They couldn't even land a blow.
From inside the bus, Captain America, Spider-Man, Ant-Man, Black Panther, and Falcon limped out, battered and defeated.
The two recruits, Peter and Scott, were shaken to the core. This was the first time they'd ever faced an opponent like this. They hadn't lasted more than a few moves.
T'Challa seethed, but without his suit he couldn't even throw a punch.
"Cap." Falcon, grounded without his wings, glanced at Steve helplessly.
"If you still want to fight, I'll be here," Yi Meng said, standing like an unscalable wall.
Captain America's jaw clenched. He turned to Tony. "Temporary truce?"
"…Fine."
Tony's mask lifted, showing a worn face, finally conceding with a sigh.
Both sides—truce.
Yi Meng smiled. "See? That's better. You've all been comrades in arms, risking your lives together. Turning on each other over differences… that's pointless."
He added earnestly, "Let's sit down somewhere. Be reasonable. Talk things through."
"…"
"…"
"…"
The defeated heroes nearly choked.
Reasonable? Talk things through?
Who was the one who just threw them all around like rag dolls? Who threatened them into submission?
Coming from his mouth, those words had no credibility at all!
…
New York.
At the old Avengers Tower rooftop.
Wanda hurried up, seeing a S.H.I.E.L.D. jet landing on the platform.
The cabin opened. Both Avengers factions stepped out, still keeping to opposite sides, but together nonetheless.
Yi Meng flew between them.
"Vision!" Wanda ran straight into his arms, her eyes bright with relief. "You really managed to bring them back together!"
Yi Meng nodded with total confidence. "My conflict mediation is as professional as my massages."
Professional, my ass!
Look at the state we're in!
The Avengers, bruised and battered, could only trade helpless looks before filing into the conference room.
The Civil War, forced into truce by Yi Meng's intervention, now entered its next stage—
Negotiation.
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