Marvel Cybernetic Girl

The sky split open into a chasm of pure darkness.

The Dark Dimension was slowly bleeding into the real world, creeping in from beyond this reality.

It looked like a universe of stars—or perhaps an infinitely deep black ocean—descending from above, casting an unbearable weight upon the world.

From the rift in the dimension, countless hellhounds surged forth, cloaked in a menacing black mist.

These interdimensional beasts, brimming with greenish arcane energy, attacked everything alive without discrimination, clashing fiercely with the assembled superheroes in a chaotic and brutal battle.

In an instant, the energies of dimensional sorcery collided across the sky and streets, turning the entire city block into a living hell.

Kagura felt a rare moment of relief—her massive project to fortify all of New York into a fortress city had succeeded.

The civilians were long gone, safely evacuated underground.

All that remained now were the ruthless invaders… and the warriors who refused to back down.

As the hellhound army from the Dark Dimension poured in, humanity stood defiant.

Heroes from every corner gathered, unleashing their full might.

Leading the charge was none other than Doctor Stephen Strange, now the Sorcerer Supreme, and his trusty ally Wong, the librarian of Kamar-Taj.

Together, they cast powerful dimensional spells, raising a colossal arcane shield in front of the Sanctum Sanctorum—a solid wall of mystic energy that blocked wave after wave of incoming attacks.

As the dark beasts continued to flood through the rift like a tide, the other heroes weren't idle either.

Bucky Barnes stood firmly on the avenue before the Sanctum.

With a whir, his alloy cybernetic arm morphed into a weapons bay, unleashing wave after wave of hive-missiles powered by dimensional energy.

This was the latest tech from Rhodes Island Industries—a state-of-the-art integrated weapons system built with Stark Industries' miniaturization technology.

It allowed his arm to carry ten times more weapons and ammo than before without adding any extra weight.

Smart missiles, unguided rockets, anti-armor rotary cannons, laser and particle weapons, high-energy blades, pure energy shields, AI drone swarms…

If it could be imagined, Kagura had stuffed it into Bucky's arm.

She had also designed a custom power armor suit just for him, powered by not one, but four next-gen Arc Reactors.

Right now, Bucky Barnes was practically a walking arsenal—half-human, half-mobile micro Gundam.

According to the data, he was now a one-man army.

With sufficient power reserves, he could likely take on the entire Chitauri invasion force single-handedly.

"Thanks for the fire support, Mr. Barnes!"

Kagura darted through the war-torn streets using her photon wings, heading toward the floating figure of the Ancient One in the distance.

"Doctor Strange, it's time! Just like we planned!"

"I understand," Stephen replied. "But I still don't think the time is quite right. Let's secure the front line first."

"Got it. Griffin Unit, full assault—now!"

At Kagura's command, beams of searing energy rained down on the rampaging hellhounds.

The beasts snarled, their fangs bared, charging straight at her.

'Screeeech—!'

One particularly vicious hellhound lunged—but just before it could reach her, its grotesque face was crushed by a massive tire, slammed into the pavement with a crunch.

'VROOOOM!'

A sleek, blue-and-black motorcycle with a futuristic design roared onto the battlefield, mercilessly tearing through the beast.

The rider revved the engine and dashed into the enemy lines, weaving through the hellhounds and tearing their formation apart in a violent frenzy.

Black Widow, Natasha Romanoff, was at the handlebars of her "Akira" motorcycle, a blur of motion as she zoomed past Kagura.

"Yo, Kagura! Did I hear you say 'full assault' just now?"

"Ugh! Why does this feel strangely familiar?" Kagura quipped, smirking. "But yeah—go all out! Let Dormammu witness the might of human civilization!"

"Roger that! Time to cut loose!"

Natasha grinned and hit the throttle again, racing toward the enemy.

Energy shields snapped open in front of her bike, and four blazing energy blades flared to life—slicing apart anything foolish enough to stand in her way.

Her crimson hair whipped wildly in the chaos, framing her fierce, beautiful face like a blazing war goddess.

"Akira, full assault mode. Shift up—all guns ready to fire!"

"Copy that! Shifting up—one, two, three… all weapons primed and ready to fire!"

As the command echoed, Natasha leapt high into the air while her motorcycle began to transform mid-flight.

Intricate mechanisms rotated and reassembled in perfect sequence.

In moments, the Akira bike shifted from a ground-based twin-wheel mode to an aerial hovercraft, powered by a dark energy reactor.

A battery of weapons unfolded from the bike's frame, locking on to the endless swarm of hellhounds spilling from the interdimensional rift.

The high-tech, futuristic motorcycle had now transformed into an even more dazzling airborne fortress.

'Thud!'

Natasha Romanoff landed lightly on the ground, raised her twin pistols, and—

'BOOM!'

In the very next instant, "Akira" went full firepower, unleashing a barrage of blazing particle streams and a cluster of missiles that bloomed like a field of exploding orchids.

The resulting curtain of fire formed an impenetrable wall of destruction, threatening to incinerate everything within its range.

Watching the ocean of blue flames stretch out before her, Kagura allowed herself a small, satisfied smile.

She was proud of her weapons engineering.

Hmm!

Next time someone dares say Black Widow is only useful for infiltration and stealth, I'll have her bury them under this weapons system!

Ehehe~

Of course, Black Widow's new equipment had also been enhanced and fused with mystic energy.

Every shot Akira released in its transformed mode carried the power of dimensional magic, easily tearing apart any creatures from alternate dimensions.

'Whoosh—!'

Natasha's barrage wasn't over yet.

A moonlit arc of energy blades swept across the battlefield, cutting down any dark hounds that had managed to survive the inferno.

"Glad to see everyone packing such heavy firepower. I guess it's time for me to stop clinging to just my shield,"

Captain America, Steve Rogers, stepped forward with a grin.

His red, white, and blue power suit shimmered faintly, and his transforming vibranium shield retracted automatically.

"Though right now... Come at me, mutts! I could do this all day!"

"Nice catchphrase, Cap, but maybe leave the frontline to the younger ones. Wouldn't want a man in his nineties pulling a muscle!"

Just as Steve prepared to charge into the fray for some good old-fashioned hand-to-hand combat with the dimensional beasts, the sky suddenly lit up with golden streaks—

An arrow storm rained down from the roof of the Sanctum Sanctorum.

Hawkeye—Clint Barton—stood poised, wielding a composite bow infused with dimensional energy.

His arrows tore through the already shattered enemy ranks, dealing a final blow to the hounds of darkness.

Even the most resilient among them had no choice but to retreat back to the Dark Dimension… or be obliterated outright.

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The battle raged on.

Explosions rocked the streets, while Stark's Iron Legion swept through the skies with relentless precision.

Elsewhere, Iron Man and Kagura were locked in a fierce duel against the corrupted Ancient One—now a puppet of Dormammu.

Blasts of mystic power collided in midair, neither side giving an inch.

Thanks to Ultron's legacy—the next-generation industrial technology he had left behind.

Rhodes Island Industries had been able to mass-produce dimensional mystic weaponry nonstop.

Now, that tech was proving vital.

The Avengers and members of Griffin Security fought valiantly, holding the line at the New York Sanctum.

Dormammu's minions couldn't even get close.

"Hmm… for a cornered bunch, you're doing surprisingly well."

The corrupted Ancient One smirked wickedly.

"But Lord Dormammu is not known for his patience. Enough games. Let's end this farce."

With a sudden gesture, she unleashed a spell unlike anything she had used before—

Reality itself began to twist and tear.

The sky cracked.

The earth shuddered.

Gravity spun into chaos.

Light faded.

Everything shattered.

The world folded in on itself—duplicating, distorting, spiraling outward.

The power of the Dark Dimension was now distorting reality itself.

And at this moment… reality was completely in her control.