Marvel's Alien Force

" You're watching "Let's See What's Going On Today", and I'm your host, Jane Wilson."

Jane kept her voice steady as the camera lights glared into her eyes. Her fingers gripped the tablet in her hand a little too tightly, but her smile remained practiced. The screen behind her lit up with a satellite image—grainy, distant, and terrifying.

A colossal beast, half-submerged in ocean waves, towering above battleships and clouds alike.

"As you can see," Jane continued, "a massive, unidentified creature—now confirmed by military sources as a potential extraterrestrial life form—emerged from the San Francisco Bay early this morning. Reports say it caused severe damage to the Golden Gate Bridge before Iron Man intervened to lure the creature away from the city."

Her eyes briefly flicked to the next line of the teleprompter. Her throat tightened.

"Currently, Iron Man, joined by the X-Men and several specialized response teams, is leading a high-risk operation to draw the monster out to sea to avoid further civilian casualties and rescue."

She paused. Her hand trembled slightly beneath the desk, but she pushed forward.

"The United Nations and U.S. government have... authorized the use of a nuclear weapon against the threat."

That sentence felt unreal. Her voice caught just slightly. 

Still, she continued, professional to the end.

"The missile will be targeted at a designated uninhabited island far into the Pacific Ocean. Officials assure us that no life forms reside on this island, and the surrounding radius has been evacuated."

An emergency number flashed beneath her on the screen.

"If you are currently separated from family or in need of assistance, please call the emergency contact number now visible on your screen. Military and rescue personnel are coordinating reunions and recovery."

She turned to the camera one last time.

"Stay safe. We'll keep you updated as the situation unfolds."

The broadcast shifted to another anchor.

"Now, back to Backy Lane for more on today's headlines."

The screen faded. The lights cooled. And Jane stood up immediately.

"I'm done for today," she said to the floor manager, her voice low.

The manager nodded solemnly. "Don't worry. Jenny will be okay."

Jane managed a nod. "I hope so..."

She didn't wait for more. As soon as she left the set, she pulled out her phone and quickly dialed the number she had just reported live on air.

The line connected after two rings.

"Emergency Coordination Center. How may I assist you?"

"This is Jane Wilson," she said quickly, holding her breath. "I'm looking for my daughter. She's seven. Blonde hair, green eyes. Her name is Jenny Wilson."

There was a pause. The voice on the other end stayed calm and polite.

"One moment please, ma'am. I'll check our logs."

Jane stood in the hallway of the news studio, away from the cameras and crew, trying to keep herself from breaking down. Her hand was fanning her flushed face. 

'Please, please, please...'

After what felt like an eternity, the operator returned.

"Thank you for waiting, Mrs. Wilson. Just to confirm—your full name is Jane Wilson and your daughter is Jenny Wilson?"

"Yes," she said immediately, heart hammering. "Is she—"

"She's safe."

The words struck her like a wave of relief. "Your daughter was rescued earlier this morning. She's currently in safe hands. The X-Men team is credited with the evacuation in that zone."

Jane's knees nearly gave out. Her tears came without warning.

"Thank you," she whispered, voice trembling. "Please... please thank them for me. For saving her."

"We will, ma'am. You'll receive location details shortly. Stay strong."

The call ended.

And Jane stood there alone, crying softly in the hallway—tears of overwhelming relief streaming down her cheeks. Her angel, her world, her Jenny… was safe.

***

While news channels around the world broadcast the government's decision to deploy a nuclear weapon like it was just another press release, the reality on the front lines was anything but normal.

Tony Stark was in hell.

"Sir, the left thruster has burned out due to overheating,"

J.A.R.V.I.S. reported in his usual calm voice.

Tony grimaced. Of course it had.

He'd been pushing the suit harder than ever before. Full-speed evasive maneuvers, sustained propulsion, and high-altitude dodging had pushed the thermal regulators past capacity. Even Stark-grade alloys had limits.

"Of course it did," he muttered. "How long until the damage reaches the main core?"

"One minute, sir."

Tony let out a dry, pained breath. "Perfect."

His body was trembling from the nonstop adrenaline rush. His mind could calculate trajectories and solutions in nanoseconds, but his muscles weren't built to handle this much stress for this long—not even in armor.

They were near the uninhabited island now. The nuke had already been launched. And now, on top of everything, his tech was failing.

"Can we get clear before the missile hits?"

"The probability of escaping the blast radius before complete thruster failure is... 70%."

"Seventy percent?!" Tony coughed. "That's a C-minus in not dying!"

Just as he was about to reroute emergency power, a roar shattered the air.

ROOOOAAARRR!

Tony's reaction time faltered—just for a second. But that was enough.

The Kaiju's massive arm came swinging toward him like a freight train. He pushed the remaining thrusters hard to avoid it—but not fast enough.

WHAM.

A glancing blow from the beast's claw caught his side, and Tony felt everything go wrong.

"Ughhh—!"

He spiraled. The HUD short-circuited. Red lights everywhere. Warnings blared as his body tumbled like a comet toward the rocky island—the same island designated for the nuclear strike.

He crashed hard.

BOOM.

The ground cracked beneath him. His suit sparked. Blood filled his mouth. And then he heard J.A.R.V.I.S.'s report, echoing through his failing system:

"Mark 43 integrity compromised. Estimated damage: 85%. Left thruster offline. Internal network fractured."

"Sir, diagnostics show: five fractured ribs, one collapsed lung—second on the verge—both femurs shattered, severe muscular trauma in both legs, pelvic fracture, and signs of internal hemorrhaging."

Tony didn't answer.

Not because he didn't want to—

But because the pain was white-hot and blinding.

His vision was a mess of red warnings and blinking lights. His lungs struggled for air. Every breath felt like a knife sliding through his chest.

Then—

The Kaiju stepped forward.

Towering. Monstrous. Glaring down at him with one ruined eye and three more unblinking with fury. The blue ichor still leaked from its wound, hissing as it hit the ground.

From the cracked, flickering HUD of the damaged suit, Tony could now see the monster more clearly as it loomed above him.

It stood tall—too tall—blocking out the sky like a living eclipse. A furious snort escaped its nostrils, forming a swirling bubble of blue mist, glowing like plasma under pressure. 

Its massive chest heaved, and its molten blue eyes locked onto him with the same focus a child might give to an insect it was about to crush.

Tony chuckled—more out of bitter irony than anything else—but the motion sent a surge of pain through his chest and made him cough up blood.

And that's when he noticed something new.

Six arms.

Not four. Six.

Two massive, main arms. Two secondary ones mid-torso. And two more, twisted and mangled, limp against its abdomen—like broken remnants of something unfinished or unnatural.

"Of course..." he muttered hoarsely. "Because four just wasn't enough..."

Its enormous arm pulled back, bones cracking audibly under its own mass, preparing to deliver a full-force swing… just for him.

A single insect.

And it wanted to make sure he died.

Tony stared up at the sky.

This moment—this feeling—was familiar.

The dread. The air growing thin. The paralyzing knowledge that this was it.

The same feeling he had when he sent the nuke into the Chitauri mothership.

Only this time… he wasn't the one holding the Nuke.

'Hahaha… It's funny,' he thought, the humor dying in his throat.

'No… no, it's not.'

'I'm sorry, Cap… Banner… Nat…'

His thoughts turned to Pepper.

'I'm sorry, Pep. This wasn't the plan.'

He shut his eyes.

J.A.R.V.I.S. had gone silent too.

And then—

a deafening crash.

The kind that shakes the sky.

For a second, Tony thought he was squashed by those gigantic hands.

But then he felt—

He was flying.

Again.

The G-forces pushed on his broken ribs, but this wasn't propulsion. This wasn't him.

"J.A.R.V.I.S.?" he croaked.

"Sir, we've been rescued. It's Miss Jean. Miss Jean Grey."

Tony's vision slowly cleared through the HUD—and sure enough, there she was.

Hovering beside him, crimson hair floating in the air like fire. Wrapped in a gentle aura of golden light. A living goddess in flight.

"Hello, Mister Stark," she said with a soft smirk. "Looks like you're having a rough day."

Tony could only squint. "Jean Grey?"

The name slipped out on instinct.

Jean gave him a warm nod. "Nice to see you awake."

He wanted to laugh again, maybe even flirt, but he didn't have the strength. He just gave a weak shake of his head.

Jean tapped her communicator. "Kurt, we've got him—prepare to—"

FWUMP.

A puff of black smoke exploded next to them mid-air, and a sharp smell of sulfur followed.

"I'm already here."

Without waiting for ceremony, Nightcrawler placed his hands on both Jean and Tony—and with a crack of air and a puff of sulfuric smoke, the three of them vanished.

BAMF.

They reappeared inside the Blackbird, already 100 kilometers away from the uninhabited island. The interior lights flickered as the stealth jet accelerated, engines roaring with urgency.

"Ororo, full speed—godspeed."

Scott's voice was steady but tense as Storm nodded from the cockpit, her eyes flashing white. The Blackbird surged forward, riding winds she conjured to slice through the atmosphere like a missile of its own.

From far behind them—

the nuclear warhead was incoming.

Only 100 kilometers away.

10 seconds to impact.

The Blackbird, now cloaked in stealth, moved like a phantom through space—covering those last kilometers in seconds, silent and unseen. Tony, barely conscious, could still see it from the rear monitor: the horizon blazing like a second sun.

Even through his pain and haze, his engineer's mind processed what he saw.

"That stealth jump... the speed... Is that portal-folding tech?"

Jean didn't answer. She was too focused.

Without hesitation, she knelt beside him, eyes glowing gold as the Phoenix Force flared from her body. The heat was warm, not burning. Radiant, not destructive. She placed her hand over his chest.

And in less than a moment, the damage reversed.

Bones snapped back into place. Torn muscles reknitted. His collapsed lung reinflated like a balloon. Pain fled from his body like darkness fleeing dawn.

Tony sat up in shock. "Holy... hell."

Before he could say more—

the sky screamed.

RRRRROOOOOOOAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRR!!!!

A monstrous bellow echoed through the clouds, so deep it shook their bones.

Then, a fraction of a second later—

BBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!

The world went white.

A mushroom cloud erupted in the distance, blinding, massive, surreal—a god's fury made real.

The shockwave hit the Blackbird like a hammer.

Alarms screamed.

Metal groaned.

The aircraft jolted sideways, warning systems blinking red as they fought to keep it stable.

Storm gritted her teeth and forced the winds to obey, her powers clashing with the nuclear airburst as they narrowly avoided being thrown off-course.

Inside the cabin, Tony gripped the seat beside him, eyes wide as he stared at the display screen.

On it, the satellite feed zoomed out, revealing the explosion in full: a towering pillar of fire and ash reaching for the sky like a divine tree. But this was no tree of life.

It was a tree of death.

Logan stood beside Professor Xavier. Both were silent, eyes locked on the feed.

Logan muttered, "Goddamn… humans really know how to blow shit up."

Xavier's expression was grim.

"They used to call it a last resort. Now it's just… a strategy."

But as the fireball expanded and the earth shook—deep in everyone's hearts, one question began to rise:

Was it enough?

Because from within that mushroom cloud…

something had roared.

***

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