Boom!
The chaos in New York was deafening. Explosions, screams, and the relentless sound of collapsing buildings echoed through the city.
"Help me! Somebody help!"
"Run! Run, it's the aliens!"
Bullets and lasers streaked across the sky, colliding with flashes of fire and sparks. Towering skyscrapers crumbled, raining debris onto the crowded streets below.
The alien Chitauri soldiers, with their grotesque appearances and metallic black armor, soared through the air on strange, buzzing motorcycles. Their hoarse, guttural voices spewed incomprehensible commands as they unleashed destruction with wild abandon.
On the ground, panic reigned. Men, women, and children fled in terror, their faces etched with fear as rubble rained around them.
Boom!
A massive chunk of concrete hurtled toward a young family desperately trying to escape. The mother clutched her child tightly, shielding him with her body.
Suddenly, the boulder exploded mid-air, shattered into harmless fragments by a beam of light.
"Iron Man!" the boy cried, his voice a mix of awe and relief as he spotted the iconic red-and-gold armor hovering above them.
Tony Stark's face appeared briefly on the suit's external display as he scanned the scene below. "Get them to safety," he murmured to his AI, Jarvis, before blasting into the air.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Tony's armor bristled with weaponry. Missiles, lasers, and bullets erupted from his suit in a relentless onslaught, tearing through the ranks of the Chitauri.
"Deploy the Mark VII drones," Tony commanded.
From a distant Stark facility, a squadron of automated Iron Man suits roared into the city, adding their firepower to the fight. They swarmed the Chitauri invaders like a hive of angry hornets, overwhelming the aliens with precise, calculated attacks.
On another street, a massive green figure roared, his voice drowning out the chaos. The Hulk charged forward, lifting a wrecked car effortlessly and hurling it into a group of Chitauri soldiers.
Boom! Boom!
His massive fists pummeled the ground, sending shockwaves that toppled the invaders.
Laser blasts from Chitauri rifles scorched his skin but failed to pierce it. If anything, the attacks only fueled his rage. With another earth-shaking roar, Hulk grabbed a Chitauri soldier, crushed it with one hand, and hurled the body like a missile into a group of its comrades.
"Smash!" Hulk bellowed, sprinting toward the ominous blue energy beam in the distance.
Above the battlefield, Severus Snape floated calmly, his black robes billowing in the wind. His face was a mask of cold calculation as he observed the chaos below.
He raised his wand, and with a sharp flick, whispered, "Avis Exanimus."
Boom!
Dark blue energy coalesced into a flock of glowing, spectral birds. The creatures spread out in all directions, honing in on the Chitauri soldiers like predators.
Each time a bird struck its target, it exploded with devastating force, leaving gaping holes in the invaders' armor. One by one, the Chitauri dropped from the sky, their lifeless bodies crashing into the streets below.
Snape waved his wand again, and a transparent light shield shimmered into existence over a group of terrified civilians. The barrier absorbed falling debris and alien remains, keeping the people below safe.
As more Chitauri soldiers swarmed toward him, Snape's expression darkened. With a flick of his wrist, he conjured four cursed puppets, each exuding an aura of despair and malevolence.
"Ventos Animarum," Snape intoned, tracing intricate gray runes in the air with his wand.
A chilling breeze swept across the battlefield.
The civilians on the ground shivered momentarily but recovered, unharmed. For the Chitauri, however, the wind was lethal. Their already frail, modified souls were no match for the soul wind. One by one, the aliens dropped from the sky, their lifeless bodies littering the battlefield.
Snape allowed himself a small, grim smile. He had found their weakness: their souls were pitifully fragile.
With the cursed puppets flanking him, Snape unleashed the soul wind again, watching as wave after wave of Chitauri fell. The battlefield was a scene of devastation, the alien army thinning rapidly under his assault.
Just as Snape prepared to press his advantage, a surge of energy drew his attention. Turning toward the disturbance, his sharp gaze locked onto a shocking sight.
Through the chaos, a massive helicarrier emerged, its once-pristine hull wreathed in hellfire.
Atop the flaming vessel stood a shadowy figure, clad in leather and surrounded by an aura of vengeance. His skull burned with an otherworldly flame, and his chain glowed molten red.
The Ghost Rider's Helicarrier roared toward the space wormhole, leaving a trail of fire and destruction in its wake.
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