Marvel's Alien Force

"Uwaaaa! Mommy!"

A little girl sobbed, her cries echoing through the ruined landscape. Her frail body lay crushed beneath the twisted remains of concrete and steel. Dust filled her throat, pain burned through her legs—and still, she screamed for her mother.

But no one came.

No hand reached for her. No voice called back.

Until… a shadow fell over her.

Blinking through the tears and grime, the girl could barely make out the outline of a figure standing above her. She didn't have time to process what was happening before the rubble pinning her down lifted—slowly, gently, as if being peeled away by invisible hands.

When the figure saw her injuries—her lower half mangled, bones crushed beyond recognition—they flinched, but didn't say a word.

Instead, she stepped forward.

The woman's body pulsed with golden light as a celestial flame surged from within her. Her aura flared like a living sun. Despite the power coursing through her, her expression remained serene—focused.

"Heal injuries."

The words left her lips like a song—soft, melodic, and laced with warmth.

The golden flame burst outward, shattering into a thousand ember-like fragments. They rained down upon the girl. She flinched at first, expecting pain.

But instead… she felt relief.

Warmth. Wholeness.

The fire, impossibly gentle, knit her flesh back together—from broken toes to shattered pelvis. In mere seconds, her body was whole again. The pain vanished as if it had never existed.

The embers returned to the woman like loyal servants, spiraling around her before vanishing into her form.

"Kurt, I've got another one."

The woman called out softly, her voice like wind brushing over harp strings.

The little girl looked up, her eyes wide with awe. Standing before her was a woman with flaming red hair, an ethereal beauty that made her seem less like a person and more like a goddess.

"I-It's not hurting anymore," the girl whispered, stunned.

The woman smiled, eyes gentle. "That's good to hear, sweetheart."

Then—bamf!

A puff of smoke erupted beside them as another figure appeared from nowhere. The little girl yelped in fear and scrambled back.

"M-Monster!"

"Oi!" Kurt snapped, folding his arms with a huff. His blue, demonic appearance always earned him the same reaction, but that didn't mean he liked it.

He glanced at Jean. "You go ahead—I'll teleport her to safety."

Jean nodded without hesitation. With a thought, she shot into the sky, propelled by her telekinesis like a crimson comet. She scanned the wreckage below, eyes darting for any other survivors to rescue.

Suddenly, Professor Xavier's voice echoed in her mind.

"Jean. Tony Stark is in danger. Get to him—now."

Without missing a beat, Jean changed course mid-air, banking hard toward the bay, where Tony was luring the monster out of the city.

Kurt, left with the girl still shivering in fear, sighed and gently reached for her hand.

"I know I'm scary," he muttered, "but I promise—I'm here to help."

Before she could pull away, he gripped her wrist and—bamf!—teleported them both to a designated safe zone prepped by the X-Men's rescue team.

***

"Sir, the arc reactor is already down to 70% fuel. If we continue like this, we won't be able to hold this thing off for another two hours—certainly not until the others arrive."

J.A.R.V.I.S reported in his usual calm, precise tone as he monitored the suit's current fuel consumption.

It had only been five minutes since the deadly game of cat and mouse began, but all the relentless dodging, evasive maneuvers, and full-throttle propulsion had been draining the suit's energy reserves far too quickly.

"We're already over the ocean. Now what?" Tony asked, glancing back at the raging monster behind him.

They had successfully lured the kaiju out of the civilian area and into open waters. That much was a win.

ROOOAARRRR!

The kaiju bellowed in frustration, still unable to swat down the elusive metal man. Tony kept it engaged by launching intermittent missiles—not to harm, but to keep its aggro focused on him. Still, now that they were over the water… what next? He couldn't just leave it alone. If he flew off, it would simply turn back and head for the city again.

And his fuel wasn't going to last much longer. Meanwhile, the kaiju was still charging at him with the same unstoppable fury as when this started.

But he was running out of fuel. And time. And options.

"I've already informed Director Fury of the situation, sir," J.A.R.V.I.S said. "His instruction is to lure the creature to the farthest uninhabited island. Once it's in position, it will be… nuked."

Tony blinked. "Nuked? Seriously? A nuclear bomb?"

He wasn't even sure if he was surprised or just unwilling to hear that word spoken aloud. Nukes were always the final option. Even for him.

"Yes, sir. San Francisco is already half destroyed. Casualties are projected to be extremely high, although we don't yet have a full count. The government is under pressure to act fast. Public fear is skyrocketing. They want results. Military results—not heroes."

J.A.R.V.I.S spoke without emotion, but the weight of the words wasn't lost on Tony. The whole world was watching. The same world still traumatized by the Chitauri invasion in New York. And now, this? It was no longer about what was the best option. It was about what would make the public feel safe the fastest.

"How much time do I have before they light the fireworks?" Tony asked grimly.

"Launch is scheduled in five minutes. Estimated impact in ten. That gives us four minutes and fifty-five seconds before the missile locks onto the target."

Tony groaned. "God, I hate this job."

He rose higher into the sky, putting more distance between himself and the kaiju—enough to avoid another devastating swipe without straining the thrusters too much.

It wasn't easy. The creature kept swinging at him like a deranged titan swatting flies, but he finally managed to reach an altitude where it couldn't reach him... at least for now.

***

"Charles, are you serious?"

Logan's voice was tense, his brows furrowed deeply. The matter of the beast was far more complicated than any of them initially thought.

Professor Xavier gave a grave nod. "I am. This creature... it isn't natural. Worse, it's being controlled. There's a presence… cloaked. Far away. Watching"

Scott Summers crossed his arms, his visor glinting under the light. "So what we're dealing with is a biological weapon? Something engineered?"

"Exactly," Xavier confirmed. "Our satellite scans have shown it's not of Earth's natural ecosystem. We still don't fully understand its biology, but one thing is certain—we're being watched. We cannot reveal all our cards just yet."

Just then, Ororo Munroe entered the chamber, her cape billowing softly behind her. "Professor, Nick Fury just received your assessment. He's already greenlit the nuclear strike."

Xavier gave a subtle nod. "That may be for the best. We can't afford to expose our full capabilities to whoever created this monster. If they can engineer something like this, they're more dangerous than we thought. Stark's tech couldn't even slow it down."

"Come on," Logan scoffed. "We've got tech way beyond Stark's toys."

Scott shook his head, a wry smile tugging at his lips. "Sure, but ours isn't purely human tech. And we can't just pull it out in public—not unless we want another Sentinel crisis on our hands. Or have you forgotten what Trask Industries did?"

Xavier sighed at that, visibly wearied. "We'll speak with Tony Stark once this is over. We need to prepare for future threats. If this was the first... more will follow. And we already have too many enemies on this planet alone."

The room fell into silence for a moment as the weight of that reality sank in.

"We couldn't even intervene during the Chitauri invasion," Xavier added bitterly. "Because we were dealing with the resurrection of Apocalypse at the same time. And although Jean awakened the Phoenix Force and saved us then, the fallout of that event only fueled the media and the military's hatred. They're still painting mutants as villains."

Ororo spoke again, her tone calm but firm. "Fury promised he'll help clear the mutants' name after this."

Scott smirked. "S.H.I.E.L.D. can't do much. They're dancing on strings just like everyone else. What we need is the Avengers on our side."

Xavier nodded slowly. "Perhaps... saving one of them at a critical moment might earn us some goodwill."

Logan gave a low chuckle, though his expression was far from amused. "You're something else, Charles."

Xavier simply smiled, a quiet determination behind his eyes. He had long accepted the role he needed to play. If becoming the shadowy manipulator behind the curtain was what it took to ensure mutantkind's survival—then so be it.

He had already sacrificed everything for that one dream. And he wasn't going to stop now.

***

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