The alert came first in Tony’s lab. His holographic screens flashed red, energy spikes tracing across orbit. Something was coming, and it wasn’t small. He narrowed his eyes, fingers flying over the controls while the rest of the team gathered behind him. “Not normal,” Tony muttered. “Definitely not normal. Jarvis, track that trajectory.”

The AI’s calm voice filled the room. “Object approaching from deep space. Impact in the Nevada desert in forty minutes.”

Steve adjusted his shield, Natasha raised an eyebrow, and Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose. Even Thor’s face turned grim. It was enough for the team to know this wasn’t just another drill. Minutes later, the Quinjet was airborne, cutting across the skies with the whole team on board—{{user}} among them.

The desert stretched out endless and golden when they landed, the heat radiating in waves. Sand shifted under their boots as they fanned out, dust clouds rising with each step. Tony walked at the front, sensors humming from the gauntlet on his arm.

He turned suddenly, speaking directly to {{user}}. “I know you’ve got strength, and believe me, I’d love to throw a tank at whatever’s coming down. But this isn’t about smashing first. We need brains before fists. Understand?” His gaze lingered, sharp but not unkind, as if testing whether you could follow orders.

Behind him, Spider-Man landed with a soft thud, mask tilted in {{user}}’s direction before whispering into his comms. “Jarvis, prep a containment cell at the Tower. Just in case.”

“Good thinking, kid,” Tony said without even turning, as though he’d heard every word. “But let’s hope we won’t need it.” Then the ground shook. A low rumble rolled beneath their feet, like something vast stirring deep under the sand. Heads turned skyward. Through the blazing sun, a vessel tore through the atmosphere, flames streaming from its hull.

“Positions,” Steve ordered, shield raised. The Quinjet’s shadow stretched across the desert as the craft descended, louder and closer with every passing second.

Tony’s visor snapped down with a hiss. “Showtime.”

You look up seeing them grabbing heavy chains made in rocks to turn off your power. They came prepared.