C131 Nuke Inbound

C131 Nuke Inbound

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Peter stood with his head bowed in respect as Yoda and Mace Windu descended from the Jedi ship, flanked by several armed Jedi Knights. The surrounding mutants alongside Groot and Carol watched in silent bewilderment, many unaware of the Jedi and Peter's relationship with them.

"Welcome to Earth, Masters," Peter greeted, lifting his head to meet their gazes.

Yoda nodded, his wise eyes taking in the scene. "Grateful we are, for your welcome, Knight Quill," he smiled, happy to see his padawan again.

Mace Windu stepped forward, his demeanor calm but focused. "It's good to see you, Peter. I'm relieved to see that the Force has guided us here in time."

Yoda tapped his cane on the ground, his ears twitching slightly as he addressed the Jedi behind him. "Clean up the battlefield, you will. Capture those who surrender, you must." He commanded.

The Jedi Knights ignited their lightsabers with a synchronized hum and sprinted off towards the forest, the force propelling them forward at inhuman speeds, their mission clear.

"?!" The crowd behind Peter watched in shock. Not only did every single one of them wield a laser sword, just like Peter, but they also appeared to have enhanced bodies. 'Are they mutants?' many wondered.

Lightsabers flashed as they moved with purpose, their forms disappearing into the trees alongside the Jedi from the other ships that had landed.

Seeing there was no longer a threat in the sky and all enemy ships had been shot down, leaving only stray Kree soldiers who survived the crashes, Peter tapped the earpiece in his ear. "Hey, as you can see, the Jedi have arrived and taken care of the enemy ships. You can all relax. This war is basically over. But, If any of you feel like stretching your legs, you're welcome to come down and join the Jedi in cleaning up the leftovers."

Turning to the crowd behind him, Peter added, "That goes for you guys as well. If you want to help, follow the Jedi's lead."

...

In the control room of the Red Room, relief washed over the group. Tony, hearing Peter's message, grinned and immediately donned his armorless Iron Man prototype, a makeshift exoskeleton suit that enhanced his strength and agility. "I'm heading out," he declared, excitement in his voice.

Peggy, his godmother, tried to stop him. "Tony, wait! It's still dangerous out there!" she yelled, clearly unwilling to let him go and risk his life. But she was old and couldn't keep up as Tony sprinted down the hallway, especially with his new exosuit.

Howard, not wanting to miss out on the action, followed Tony with a determined look on his face. Rocket, seeing his chance to join the fray, activated his new backpack jet pack and shot out of the room, a trail of blue energy marking his path.

"Be careful, Tony!" Peggy called after him, worry etched on her face. She could only watch as her godson disappeared into the distance, heading towards the battlefield.

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Back on the ground, the forest was alive with the sounds of battle. Lightsabers hummed and clashed, blaster fire echoed through the trees, and the roars of mutants and the growls of Groot reverberated across the battlefield.

On this battlefield, Tony Stark rocketed through the trees, his armorless suit humming with energy. This was his first real test run of the prototype, and although it lacked the protective shell he envisioned for the future, the mechanical enhancements to his strength and the thrusters on his feet and hands made him feel invincible.

'Why didn't I create something like this earlier?" He asked himself, the wind blowing through his hair as he flew at breakneck speed.

As he burst into a clearing, Tony steadied himself, feeling the rush of wind and the exhilarating freedom of flight. His suit whirred and clicked as it adjusted to his movements, his excitement palpable.

"Alright, let's see what this baby can do," he muttered to himself, spotting a group of Kree soldiers emerging from the wreckage of a downed ship.

The Kree soldiers turned, their eyes widening in shock at the sight of a human flying towards them. Before they could react, Tony aimed his hands backward and throttled his thrusters, propelling himself forward with a burst of speed.

Peter nodded. "Agreed. But for now, we need to interrogate him. He has valuable information about the Sith and their plans, which is why I left him alive."

Yoda stepped closer to Maul, his small frame casting a long shadow over the fallen Sith. "Much hatred in him, I sense. Dangerous, he remains."

Peter scoffed, shifting his gaze to Maul. "Well, he is a Sith. And I did cut off his arms and legs. Even a Jedi might get angry after that..."

Yoda nodded sagely, "True..."

"Anyway, let's take him back to my base." Peter gestured to the floating base in the sky. "We can secure him there and begin the interrogation."

As they made their way back to the Red Room, the Jedi continued their sweep of the battlefield, killing the last of the Kree soldiers who resisted and securing those who surrendered, the scene became one of organized chaos.

Slowly but surely, the battlefield began to quiet, the sounds of combat giving way to the distant hum of lightsabers and the murmurs of captured Kree soldiers. The day had been long and grueling, but they had emerged victorious.

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Minutes earlier, across the country in Washington DC, President Bill Clinton was in an emergency meeting with General Ross and several other top military officials. The atmosphere was tense as they discussed how to handle the unprecedented situation.

"Another group of alien ships has arrived," General Ross reported, his tone grim. "We don't know if they're friendly or hostile..."

President Clinton rubbed his temples, the weight of the situation pressing down on him. "What are we supposed to do? We never planned for anything like this..."

The room fell silent, the gravity of the moment sinking in. Just then, the door opened, and a man stepped in. He was tall and imposing, with his hair slicked back and a sharp, calculating gaze. This was Alexander Pierce, the newest member of the World Security Council, which oversaw Shield.

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President Clinton's expression shifted to one of relief. "Good, you're finally here. What can you tell me about what's happening? Does Shield have a plan to deal with this?"

Pierce smirked confidently. "Of course, Mr. President. We've anticipated such scenarios, and we're ready to act. But we'll need your permission."

Clinton leaned forward, urgency in his voice. "What do you need?"

Pierce's smirk widened. "I need you to authorize—"

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Back at the Red Room, Peggy Carter had remained in the control room, closely monitoring the holographic projections of the battle outside. Relief washed over her as she saw the tide turning in their favor, the combined efforts of the Jedi and their allies overwhelming the remaining Kree forces.

However, her sense of relief was short-lived as her phone began to ring. It was Alexander Pierce again. 'This boy really knows how to get on my nerves...' She sighed, annoyed. She thought she had made it clear that she was handling the invasion and to leave her alone. But apparently, Pierce didn't know how to listen.

She answered the phone, ready to tell him off. "What is it, Pierce? I'm handling—"

Cutting her off, Pierce spoke in a hurry, "Peggy, listen carefully. We have a new directive from the President. I don't know if we have operatives where those aliens are, but if we do, extract them immediately."

Peggy raises a curious brow, a bad feeling creeping up her spine. "Why?" She asked.

"Because, we just launched a nuke..."

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