Marvel: Video Game Templates!

Smoke poured into the hallways of the Helicarrier as the alarm flared all over, the red glow of emergency lighting illuminating the environment. Maxim could sense hundreds of S.H.I.E.L.D agents scurrying around the ship for weapons to defend against the attack.

Tony immediately went off, slipping through the hallways as he headed to a room where his Suit was located, immediately putting it on. Has his suit clicked into place, he tapped into the team's communication line and spoke, "I'll take care of the damage; just make sure no one else decides to drop in uninvited."

"Natasha, head with Maxim, I can handle helping Stark." Steve said as they were moving through the ship, and Natasha nodded, following Maxim while Steve took a detour towards the main area of the damages.

At the damaged thruster, Tony arrived to find sparks flying from ruptured conduits and the faint glow of the damaged thrusters struggling to keep the Helicarrier aloft. "J.A.R.V.I.S., prioritize stabilization protocols. I need a full assessment now." 

"Structural integrity of the Helicarrier is at 62%, sir. This thruster is compromised. Manual adjustments required." J.A.R.V.I.S' mechanical voice echoed out into Tony's ear.

Tony cursed under his breath, hovering closer to the damage, "Of course it is. Why make it easy?" He began welding the ruptured panels, his repulsors doubling as tools while the chaos of battle raged above. 

At this moment, Steve arrived, spotting some agents being carried out. He scanned the area, immediately noting Tony Stark hovering near the thruster's damaged components, his suit's arc reactor glowing faintly through the haze of smoke and sparks. 

"Stark!" Steve shouted, raising his voice to cut through the noise, "What's the situation?" 

Tony didn't look back, his focus locked on a jagged panel he was welding back into place, "Oh, you know, just trying to stop a flying fortress from becoming an unintentional submarine. No big deal." 

Steve approached cautiously, gripping a nearby railing to steady himself against the vibration of the failing thruster, "What do you need me to do?" 

Tony sighed, his exasperation crackling over the comms, "I can't stabilize the thruster from here; it's shot to hell. You're going to have to manually override the turbine. There's a control panel on the other side of this platform. Tell me which relays are in overload position."

Steve nodded, already moving as he leapt across a pit, carefully landing as he moved towards the control panel, spotting it, "It seems to run on some form of electricity."

"Well, you're not wrong. Here's what to do..."

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As all of that was occurring, Maxim and Natasha moved through the debris littered halls of the Helicarrier, working in sync.

The groans of injured agents echoed faintly through the cacophony of alarms. Natasha immediately spotted a group of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents slumped against a wall, one clutching a bleeding leg. "Over here," she called, motioning for Maxim to follow.

Without hesitation, Maxim conjured his shadow tendrils to gently lift the injured agents. "We'll get them to the med bay," he said, his voice calm despite the urgency of their mission.

They moved quickly, Natasha guiding them through the winding corridors while Maxim's shadows shielded them from falling debris and stray sparks.

As they reached the med bay doors, Natasha helped guide the injured inside while Maxim's shadows gently laid them on available stretchers. Medics hurried to work, offering the pair a brief nod of thanks before they disappeared deeper into the chaos.

"We need to get to the Command Center," Natasha said, checking her comms and hearing Fury shouting out orders to various agents across the building.

Maxim nodded, his glowing, ominous presence standing out against the crimson glow of the emergency lighting, "Lead the way. I'll keep us covered."

~SHING~

As they neared the Command Center, Maxim's enhanced perception picked up a faint sound, something slicing through the air at an unnatural speed.

In an instant, he vanished from his current standing, reappearing near Fury and forming a protective barrier of Astral Energy just as an explosive arrow struck it, detonating harmlessly in a burst of light, much to the shock of everyone.

Natasha spun around, her pistols aimed at the source. Maxim's sharp eyes caught movement through a nearby window, Clint Barton, perched on an upper platform, his bow drawn and aimed directly at them.

"It's him," Maxim muttered, narrowing his eyes.

"Clint…" Natasha's voice softened for a moment before steeling.

Maxim turned to her. "I'll handle him. You check on Loki and keep Fury alive."

Natasha hesitated for only a second before nodding, "Don't kill him."

"I'm no savage," Maxim replied, vanishing into the shadows.

Clint drew another arrow, his body moving with mechanical precision under Loki's control. But before he could fire, Maxim materialized behind him, his form a dark silhouette wreathed in smoke-like shadows.

"Sorry, Clint. Not today."

Clint spun, loosing the arrow, but Maxim effortlessly dodged, phasing through the projectile before closing the distance in a heartbeat. Clint tried to punch, but Maxim just let it fly through his incorporeal form, before grabbing Clint's arm and flipping him over onto the ground, pinning him down.

Clint struggled, but Maxim's grip was unrelenting as he spoke, "You're not yourself," Maxim said, his voice low and commanding. With a pulse of energy, he reached into Clint's mind, severing the connection to Loki's control. Clint gasped as his body slackened, and Maxim released him, watching as the archer fell unconscious.

Natasha's voice crackled through the comms, "How's Clint?"

"He'll be fine," Maxim replied. "Want me to bring him to you?"

"No. I'll take care of him. You focus on the rest of Loki's puppets."

Maxim nodded to himself, shadows curling around his body as he moved deeper into the ship. Brainwashed agents emerged from the smoke, their weapons aimed and ready, but Maxim was faster.

He swept through them like a living storm, disarming and incapacitating them with ease. None of them stood a chance as he methodically cleared the way.

"Everything going as expected." He muttered, looking up and spotting another brainwashed agent ready to take fire.

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Meanwhile, in the detention area, Thor confronted Loki, his voice heavy with both anger and sadness. "Enough, Loki. You've caused enough chaos. End this madness and come home."

Loki smirked, leaning lazily against the railing of the detention cell. "Come home? To what, Thor? A world that never saw me as anything more than a shadow to your light?"

Thor stepped closer, his grip tightening on Mjolnir, "I will not let you destroy this realm, brother."

Loki's smirk widened. "Then by all means, try to stop me."

As Loki's words ended, the door to the containment pod opened, and Loki started to walk outside of it with an arrogant smirk on his lips.

"NOOO!" Thor roared, and flung himself forward, but instead of colliding with his brother, he phased through him, finding himself falling on his feet in the pod as the door closed behind him.

"Are you ever not going to fall for that?" Loki taunted.

~BANG~

Thor angrily smashed Mjolnir against the glass walls of the pod, only causing a slight crack on the glass as the entire room shook due to the sheer amount of force put into the attack.

"Humans think us immortal." Loki said with a chuckle as he headed to the control panel of the pod, "Should we test that?" he taunted.

~BANG~

However, before he could send the pod tumbling down, a gunshot rang out. Before the Asgardian could react, two bullets tore through the air and struck him. One hit him in the shoulder, sending him stumbling back while another struck him right to the side of his eye.

"ARGGG!" Loki staggered back, clutching his face painfully as he looked up, spotting Natasha, flanked by dozens of S.H.I.E.L.D agents, all of whom had their guns trained at Loki, anc Coulson.

"Looks like you're outnumbered," Natasha said coldly, holding a HeadHunter Maxim had given her and aiming it directly at Loki.

Loki's expression darkened, but he quickly composed himself. "I see I've overstayed my welcome." With a flourish, his form flickered and vanished, leaving only an echo of his laughter behind.

The room fell silent save for the faint hum of the containment pod. Natasha holstered her weapon, motioning for the agents to secure the area.

Coulson approached, his face grim. "We need to regroup. Loki's still out there."

Natasha nodded, her mind already racing with their next move. "Let's not give him the chance to strike again."