"Escanor Reborn: The Might of the Sun in the Marvel Universe"

The dimly lit chamber of Alex's secret prison echoed with the snarls of the jackal as it was dragged through the reinforced doors. Its fiery eyes flared with defiance, but Alex's grip on its chains didn't waver.

"You're not going to terrorize anyone again," Alex said, his voice cold. The jackal growled, but Alex tightened the chains, silencing it. He secured the creature in a specially designed cell, its energy nullified by wards and barriers he had forged himself.

Leaving the prison, Alex set his sights on New York, a city teeming with chaos and opportunity. His first stop was the Baxter Building, where the Fantastic Four had requested his assistance.

"Alex," Reed Richards greeted him with a rare smile, gesturing to a containment unit. "We've been struggling to design a secure system for certain... volatile individuals. Your expertise could be invaluable."

Alex inspected the unit, his mind racing with ideas. With his unique knowledge of metals and enchantments, he began modifying the prison, blending advanced technology with his magical abilities.

"This will hold even the most powerful beings," Alex said, stepping back to admire their work. Sue Storm glanced at him, her curiosity evident.

"You're full of surprises, Alex," she said, her voice tinged with admiration.

After finishing the project, Alex returned to the bustling streets of New York, where a familiar sense of urgency filled the air. It wasn't long before he encountered Daredevil battling a group of thugs in Hell's Kitchen.

Alex stepped in, his presence alone scattering the criminals. Daredevil turned, his senses immediately picking up Alex's formidable energy.

"You've got a knack for showing up at the right time," Daredevil said, a wry smile playing on his lips.

Before Alex could respond, another figure emerged from the shadows—The Punisher, his grim expression a stark contrast to Daredevil's calm demeanor.

"What's this? A reunion?" Alex quipped, his eyes flicking between them.

Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of an engine roaring down the street. Ghost Rider skidded to a stop, his fiery skull casting an eerie glow.

"Hell's been busy," Ghost Rider growled, his voice like gravel. "And it's spilling over here."

The group barely had time to process this when Spider-Man swung into view, landing gracefully on a nearby rooftop. "Looks like I missed the memo for the superhero convention," he joked.

Over the next few days, Alex crossed paths with more heroes and antiheroes, each encounter adding to the growing web of connections. He helped Deadpool foil a heist, fought alongside Blade against a vampire nest, and sparred with Elektra in a quiet moment of camaraderie.

It was during a clash with the Green Goblin that Alex met Harry Osborn. The young man's descent into villainy struck a chord with Alex, who saw shades of his own struggles in Harry's tortured eyes.

"You don't have to be your father," Alex said, his voice firm but compassionate as he disarmed Harry.

Harry hesitated, the mask of the Green Goblin slipping as Alex's words resonated. For a moment, the darkness in Harry's gaze flickered, though it didn't fully disappear.

As Alex continued his journey through New York, he encountered Jessica Jones, Luke Cage, and Iron Fist, their raw strength and determination leaving a lasting impression.

The city's relentless chaos culminated in a battle against Electro and the Lizard, their destructive rampage threatening to tear through the heart of Manhattan.

Alex coordinated with the scattered heroes, his commanding presence uniting them in the heat of battle. Together, they subdued the villains, their combined efforts showcasing the potential for something greater.

In the aftermath, Alex stood amidst the weary yet triumphant group. A thought began to form, a vision of unity in the face of the challenges they all faced.

"We're stronger together," Alex said, his voice cutting through the noise. "Why not make it official?"

The heroes exchanged glances, some skeptical, others intrigued. It was Moon Knight who spoke first. "You want us to form a team?"

"Not just a team," Alex clarified. "A family. One that fights for more than just survival—one that stands for hope."

The idea resonated, and one by one, they voiced their agreement. The Fantastic Four offered their resources, Daredevil his connections, and Ghost Rider his otherworldly insight.

Alex took a step back, the glow of his solar energy illuminating the group. "We'll need a name," Spider-Man said, ever the comedian.

"How about The Vanguard?" Alex suggested, the word carrying a weight that silenced the group. They nodded, the name capturing their shared purpose.

As the newly formed Vanguard disbanded for the night, Alex lingered, his gaze fixed on the city skyline. For the first time in years, he felt a glimmer of hope—a belief that together, they could face whatever the world threw their way.