Really?

I just learnt my Captain was not only alive, but transformed into a brainwashed soldier as well, who'd stop at nothing and kill anyone in his way. Then our archenemy visits me in my dreams and taunts me into rebelling harder. Not only that, but my friend had kept this gem of information hidden. Not to mention we met a 150- year old mutant who's also the caretaker of the graveyard of the Avengers. And now we sought assistance from a Rebel leader in New York, who's holding us captive at this moment. Can life get any worse?

Give me a break.

I was about to give this Deathstorm guy a piece of my mind when Strange spoke up, his voice calm and unperturbed." After all these years, your passion with theatricality and dramatics never faded."

Deathstorm shrugged." You know me better than anyone, Stephen. You know how I like a dramatic entrance. Although I did expect you guys sooner." He motioned to his guards, who let us go free from their clutches.

I rubbed my jaw, which was still smarting." You knew we were coming?"

He smirked." I've security cameras all over the country. Anything happens, happens under my watch. Nice job it was by Logan, saving you from the patrol. If he hadn't arrived, I was almost tempted to help you guys out."

My jaws clenched at his nonchalant act, but I restricted myself. Deathstorm shrugged and stood up, placing his sword aside."Follow me."

"Wait a sec." Glen asked." Follow you where?"

"Where else? To my underground facility to provide you assistance, of course."

"So, all of this, it was all part of your elaborate plan to make a fool out of us?"

He frowned." Putting it bluntly, yes."

"Why you-" I readied my fists and was about to lunge at him, but Tania held me back by the collar. She whispered angrily."Don't be irrational, Max. We need his help. Bear with him for the time being." She looked at him with a small smile." Lead the way."

He led us down narrow stairs and passages till we reached a large underground space. It looked like a huge factory, with the hum of machinery buzzing throughout the room. Not a man was sitting idle.

Some operated the machines, someone catered things from one place to another, others helping in communication and commerce etc. Deathstorm led us aside, where we faced a gigantic metal suit. It was red and golden in colour. Its bulk and arms held a lot of weapons at it's arsenal.

"Recognize this, Stephen?" He smiled.
Stephen looked surprised." Where did you find it?" He asked.

"I have my ways." Deathstorm smirked." Turning to us, he waved a hand at the suit." That, is the Hulkbuster armour of Tony Stark. I found it and fixed it up, among with a few additions of my own. It can prove to be useful in your battle."

Christopher's eyes widened." That's the Hulkbuster armour?? Damn it's so cool!"

"We can teach you how to operate it, if you like." He smiled." Stay with us for a while, and you'll get the knack of it." He shrugged." Moving on."

"So what is your name?" Tania asked him as we walked towards the far side of the room.

"I've had many identities over the years." He replied.

"What do we call you?" She asked him.

"Well, I was born as Soumyadeep Sarkar, so I guess you can call me that. New identities and changing covers tend to make you often forget about who you originally are."

"Okay, so we'll just call you Deep. It's too big a name."

"It's Indian." He shrugged as he pushed open a door and ushered us in.

"How did you manage to organize something this large a scale?" asked Christine, her eyes darting to and fro between the machinery in the room.

"After the First Infinity War, the CIA set up 14 different defense subsidiaries. For years I've been consolidating and coordinating them under one roof. Keeping them from following into the wrong hands. I figured it might come in handy."

He turned to us." I'd always feared an external attack. I helped the heroes as much as I could, but after they fell, there wasn't much I could do. At present,I coordinate the Rebel forces in the US, supplying them with weapons and equipment, personnel, and other help. The Chitauri barracks and arms factories are our targets, mainly. But our forces are not equipped enough for frontal attacks. The best we can do is guerrilla warfare, and that's what we've been doing. Thats where you guys come in. What's your status?" He turned to me.

Still reluctant to share the information with him, I acquised due to Tania's glare burning at the back of my head." We have roughly 20 star systems and all their available resources on our side. The Scavengers and Space Pirates have been recruited. We've roughly a dozen Star Destroyers and 5 Q-ships. As for siege weapons, the Technomen of the Rang system are supplying us with the latest weapons."

"That's pretty good, I guess." He said." But what about personalization?"

"What?" I asked, confused.

He motioned to a chart on the wall, which help photographs of the Black Order, Thanos's children." Thanos has his children- Ebony Maw,Corvus Glaive, Proxima Midnight and Cull Obsidian on his side. And this new guy called Nemesis. They are not your average street brawlers, as you may have noticed. How are you guys planning on stopping them?"

"Together." I replied, confidently.

He looked at me with narrowed eyes." You'll lose."

"Then we will do that together too." I said. I am not letting Thanos win. He asked for our wrath, and so shall he get.

He sighed." Very well." Reaching into a shelf, he brought down a large wooden box. It was made of mahogany, with intricate carvings and designs etched into the wood." Do you remember this box, Stephen?"

Strange stiffened visibly." Is that-"

"Yes, my friend, this artifact still exists. For years it remained in my possession, waiting for the right time to reveal itself. Now is the time."

"What's so special about a simple box?" Glen asked, perlexed.

"That's no ordinary box,Glen." Strange whispered." It's a spirit container. It can contain and preserve the essence of any individual for any amount of time. Imagine if you defeat your enemy, who transfers his soul to a container like this, lies inactive for say 100 years, and then returns to being back oppression and tyranny. All of them were supposed to be extinct."

Deep nodded." It is the last one. And you'll need him for the battle that's about to come." He placed the box on a table and stepped back." If you would like to do the honours, Stephen?"

Strange stepped forward and closed his eyes,muttering incantations. He cast a spell, making strange symbols appear in the air. His hands started to glow, as a bright ethereal light started to emit from the box.

"Whose soul is trapped inside it?" Christopher asked, his voice laced with fear.

"You'll see." Soumyadeep said." Although I've to warn you, he can be quite....electrifying."

"What do you-" My words were cut off as a bright light emitted from the box. I shielded my eyes, feeling the heat sing across my body. After the light disappeared, I noticed we had another person in the room. He was a tall broad man, wearing dark medieval armour, his long blond hair falling loosely to his shoulders and framed his face, sharp beard and jawline. His muscular body told that he was way more strong than any of us.

"Ladies and gentlemen, meet Thor, King of Asgard,and the bane of Thanos." Soumyadeep said quietly, a small smile etched on his face." Meet, the God of Thunder."

Thor turned his gaze to us, his sharp blue eyes narrowing as he furrowed his eyebrows in suspicion.

"Who the hell are you guys?"

Hey guys! Brought you a fresh, sizzling, new chapter of 'Galaxias'. My original draft for the story didn't contain Thor or Deathstorm, although I had planned Max and the others would obtain help from the local Rebels. How did you like this chapter? Feel free to point out any mistakes or flaws you notice, because nobody's perfect and we all learn from our mistakes.
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