Marvel X The Boys

The Avengers Tower stood tall against the fractured skyline, its walls humming faintly with Stark's reinforced energy shielding. Inside, the team had been locked in intense discussions about the multiversal rupture, working on a strategy to contain the chaos.

But that wasn't their only problem anymore.

Because now? They were watching a massacre live on television.

The main screen in the briefing room flickered with news footage, the words "LIVE BROADCAST INTERRUPTED – EMERGENCY FEED" flashing across the screen.

Tony Stark, arms crossed, scowled at the footage. "Please tell me this isn't another interdimensional freak show. I'm barely handling the first one."

Steve Rogers leaned forward, his jaw tightening. "What the hell is going on out there?"

The screen cut to a city street, where people were running for their lives. Cars were overturned. Buildings crumbled. And at the center of it all…

Seven figures.

Standing in the middle of the chaos.

One of them—a man in a red, white, and blue suit, a cape flowing behind him—floated above the street, his hands dripping with blood.

The camera panned to the source of the carnage. Bodies littered the streets—civilians, cops, even what looked like a few enhanced individuals. Some were burned beyond recognition, others… torn apart.

Then the camera caught a closer shot of the flying man's face.

He was smiling.

And then—he turned to look directly at the camera.

The reporter gasped. The camera shook violently. "Oh my god, he's—"

Heat vision.

A blinding red flash filled the screen, and then—static.

The Room Falls Silent

For a moment, no one spoke.

Thor's brows furrowed. "Who are these warriors?"

Natasha Romanoff, arms folded, leaned back slightly. "Not warriors. Butchers."

Bruce Banner exhaled sharply, rubbing his temples. "Well, that's just fantastic. Another homicidal maniac with superpowers. As if we didn't have enough of those already."

Sam Wilson shook his head. "No. Not just one. Seven."

Wanda Maximoff frowned, tilting her head at the screen. "I don't recognize them from any universe we've encountered."

"Neither do I," Strange admitted, arms crossed. "But there's something… wrong about them. I've seen powerful beings before, but that one? The leader?" He nodded toward the frozen frame of Homelander's face. "There's no restraint. No morality. Just power."

Tony sighed, rubbing his temples. "Alright. Great. So while we're dealing with multiverse Armageddon, we now have a seven-man wrecking crew tearing up the city?"

Steve's expression was grim. "We need to stop them before they do more damage."

The footage rewound slightly, and Jarvis brought up facial recognition scans.

"Analyzing unidentified individuals… No matches found in S.H.I.E.L.D., global databases, or known extraterrestrial records."

"Well, that's just great," Tony muttered. "So, mystery psychopaths with god-tier abilities just show up out of nowhere and start painting the town red?"

Clint Barton, standing in the corner, let out a low whistle. "That guy in the cape… he's fast. Really fast. Like, 'you're dead before you blink' fast."

"Speed's not the problem," Steve said. "It's the fact that he enjoys this. That wasn't war. That was a slaughter."

The video cut to another scene— this time from a different angle, likely from a drone feed.

The Seven were standing over the wreckage, laughing.

Homelander looked around at the carnage, then turned to his team with a smirk. "Well… this place is fun."

Beside him, a tall, dark-skinned man in a trench coat—Black Noir—crouched over a dead officer and casually took a bite out of him.

Clint grimaced. "Okay, what the hell?"

Another figure, a woman in a black-and-gold bodysuit with a devilish smile— Queen Maeve— cracked her neck and sighed. "Alright, we had our fun. What's next?"

"More," Homelander said simply. "We own this world now."

Then the video cut out.

The room was dead silent.

Then Steve spoke.

"We're stopping them. Now."

"Agreed," Thor said, Mjolnir sparking in his grip. "These… creatures have spilled innocent blood. They will pay in kind."

Natasha leaned forward. "We don't know their power levels yet. We need a strategy."

Bruce exhaled. "All I saw was carnage. No signs of limits. If they're as strong as they look, we're walking into a death trap."

"Then we walk carefully," Steve replied.

Tony sighed and pulled up a city map. "Fine. But if we're doing this, I'm bringing every suit I've got. No way I'm flying blind against Captain Murder up there."

"Alright," Sam said. "Where do we start?"

Wanda's eyes glowed faintly as she scanned the footage one last time. Then she whispered, almost to herself, "They don't belong here."

Steve nodded. "And we're going to make sure they don't stay."

The camera cut to the Avengers suiting up, preparing for a fight unlike anything they'd faced before.

The battle was coming.

And no one—not even the Avengers—knew if they were ready for it.