"Seriously? Give you three idiots a little confidence, and suddenly you're acting like you own the place?"
Ryuuto's voice cut through the chaos like a whip.
Before Lauf could even respond, Ryuuto's foot blurred through the air and cracked against his jaw. The frost brute went flying, smashing through a storefront window with an explosion of glass.
"Ahh—!" Lauf's scream ended as abruptly as it began.
Heimdall barely had time to raise his sword before Ryuuto's next move came. A high-speed blur—then a punch like a thunderclap. Heimdall's knees buckled as he skidded backward, sword vibrating violently in his trembling hands.
"Stop gawking! Attack him, now!" Lauf bellowed from the wreckage, blood streaking down his chin.
The Destroyer roared, charging straight at Ryuuto like a living tank. But before he could reach, something snapped around his torso—thwip!—a web line pulled him off his feet and slammed him to the ground.
"Hey! Don't forget me!"
A red-and-blue blur flipped overhead. Spider-Man landed beside Ryuuto with his signature grin. "Team-up time, Red Mirage!"
Gwen—still in her Spider-Woman gear—smirked, firing more web lines to pin the Destroyer down. "Got him wrapped up for you, Ryuuto!"
"Much appreciated," Ryuuto said dryly. "Next time I'll bring the duct tape."
"Damn it! Attack! All of you!" Lauf roared, his patience snapping. The surrounding henchmen scrambled, hurling blasts of frost and plasma in every direction.
"Fire everything! Don't let them escape!"
Explosions erupted down the block. Fire and ice collided midair, blowing cars onto their sides. Civilians screamed as the street devolved into total chaos.
Ryuuto cracked his neck, smirking. "You know, I was hoping for a quiet evening."
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"Yeah, yeah, Shion. I can see that," Ryuuto muttered, his aura flaring crimson. "Guess we'll wrap this up quick."
Meanwhile, across the street, in a quiet coffee shop untouched by the mayhem—
Ultron sat leisurely with a cup of espresso, his metallic fingers tapping the table. Opposite him, Storm sipped hers, face expressionless.
Ultron's mechanical eyes glowed faintly. "You understand your orders, don't you?"
Storm's gaze was calm. "Yes. You want chaos. Consider it done."
"Good. You're no longer some frail human. You're a weapon. Remember that."
Their table trembled as a familiar shriek echoed through the city—the Green Goblin's laughter.
A green blur streaked overhead, crashing straight through the front doors of a luxury bank. Alarms blared instantly.
"Perfect timing," Ultron said, standing. "Let the show begin."
He left without another word.
Inside the bank, chaos exploded.
The tellers screamed as the Green Goblin burst in, his glider screeching across the marble floor. His jagged grin reflected in every shard of glass.
"Hahaha! That's right, scream! It makes it so much sweeter!"
He slammed his fist through a counter, shards raining everywhere. A terrified clerk cowered under the desk, sobbing.
"Freeze! Drop the weapon!"
A lone security guard aimed a shotgun at him, hands shaking.
"Shoot me?" Goblin chuckled darkly. "Go on. Try it."
The guard's finger twitched—then a beam of plasma shot from Goblin's fingertips, sending him flying across the lobby. He didn't move again.
"Showtime's just starting!" the Goblin howled.
Sirens wailed. Police stormed in, weapons drawn, surrounding him.
"Don't move! You're under arrest!"
Green Goblin tilted his head mockingly. "You people still believe in that fairy tale called justice?"
The officers exchanged tense glances.
"Open fire!"
Bullets roared through the air. When the smoke cleared—nothing.
"Where the hell—"
"BOO!"
Goblin dropped from the ceiling, smashing two officers into the marble floor. He grinned maniacally and produced two pumpkin-shaped grenades.
"Here's a little holiday gift!"
He hurled them without hesitation.
"RUN!"
The bank vanished in twin explosions, flames devouring the building. Glass shattered across the street as a mushroom of smoke rose high above the skyline.
Green Goblin's laughter echoed over the city.