["After learning about the past of the first generation of Spider spirits, let's continue with the story of the third-generation Little Spider!"]
[A scene appeared in the sky, showing a simple illustration of Hulk, Iron Man, Thor, Black Widow, Captain America, Hawkeye, and others.]
[Surrounding them were burning buildings, fractured ground beneath their feet, the Stark Tower with its signature 'A' standing in the background, and a swirling wormhole looming overhead.]
["The world is so different now! Look at this drawing! There are aliens and big green monsters smashing buildings!"]
["When I was a kid, I used to draw cowboys and Indians!" Adrian Toomes—who had not yet become the Vulture—sighed as he examined the artwork.]
["The correct term is Native American, but whatever," his companion corrected him.]
["Yeah, yeah! But you know what? This isn't bad, is it?" Toomes said with a hint of admiration.]
["That's right! This kid has talent!" His companion agreed.]
["Well! The road ahead is long, but who knows?" Toomes removed his glasses and looked up, taking in the battered remains of Stark Tower standing before them.]
"Oh my! What happened here? Is this the aftermath of the Battle of New York?" Tony Stark frowned as he saw the war-torn remains of his building.
Nick Fury narrowed his eyes at the broadcast. Even though the image was simplistic, the key figures were instantly recognizable.
"That vortex in the sky… is that a space wormhole? Fascinating! I'd love to know how it was created!" Bruce Banner muttered, eyes wide with curiosity.
"It looks bad… but not as bad as I expected," James Rhodes noted as he tilted his head. He had always believed that if New York had suffered a full-scale alien invasion, it would have been reduced to rubble. Yet, based on what the broadcast showed, the destruction—while severe—wasn't as catastrophic as one might assume.
Were the invaders simply too weak to gain an overwhelming advantage?
Or had the invasion been too short-lived, allowing the Avengers to shut down the wormhole before reinforcements could arrive?
Perhaps the nuclear explosion Tony had carried through the portal had played a significant role?
Most people believed the closure of the wormhole had ended the war. After all, if the enemy could travel across the universe to reach Earth, a single nuclear bomb likely wouldn't have stopped them completely.
Tony pursed his lips. The urgency of deploying his Iron Legion was growing by the day. He needed to push his work forward—fast.
At the same time, the entire world was in an uproar over Toomes' casual remarks. Speculations were finally confirmed—New York had indeed suffered an alien invasion. It wasn't some foreign attack as conspiracy theorists had suggested; this was an actual assault by extraterrestrial beings.
Panic spread like wildfire. The realization that Earth was not alone in the universe—and worse, that hostile forces could invade at any moment—sent shockwaves through governments and civilians alike.
Nick Fury's phone buzzed. His superiors demanded an urgent briefing—how did he plan to handle future threats? Alexander Pierce pressed him for a strategy regarding the Avengers, hinting that military collaboration might be necessary.
Meanwhile, discussions within the United Nations turned heated. Some nations considered deploying a joint task force to New York to prepare for future alien incursions.
[Near Stark Tower, a massive, house-sized creature lay motionless on the ground. Workers in safety gear surrounded it, dismantling what they could. Toomes and his men were among them, busy with their tasks.]
[A worker attempted to saw through a piece of alien debris with standard tools, but Toomes immediately stopped him. "NO! Hey!"]
["You can't just cut through this stuff! These alien materials are insanely tough! You have to use their own tools against them!"]
[Demonstrating, Toomes grabbed a piece of Chitauri equipment and used it to pry off a section with ease.]
["See? Got it?"]
["No problem!"]
[Toomes handed the tool to the worker, patting him on the arm in approval. Just then, a new worker arrived late to the site.]
["Oh! Hey! So glad you could join us! Good afternoon!"]
["Yeah… my alarm didn't go off," the worker muttered sheepishly.]
["Right, right! Always the alarm clock! Listen, just like I told you before—stack those armor plates! This is big business for us!"]
"You see? He said these alien materials are incredibly tough! Regular tools can't even scratch them!" Rhodes pointed out.
"Yeah, makes sense. If these things were built by a civilization advanced enough to travel between planets, their materials must be leagues beyond what we have," Tony mused.
"Wait a second—none of you noticed that massive thing lying there? It looks alive! I saw huge, razor-sharp teeth!" Banner interjected.
Tony frowned. "Jarvis, enhance that image."
A clearer view of the broadcast confirmed Banner's suspicion—it was a Leviathan, a massive Chitauri bio-weapon. Its armored hide glistened like metal.
"What the hell is that thing? Some kind of cybernetic creature?" Tony muttered, eyes narrowing.
"Maybe it's a genetically engineered bio-weapon? Or maybe it's an actual living organism! The universe is vast—who knows what kind of monstrous lifeforms exist out there?"
Banner, being the expert in biological sciences, continued theorizing. But without more data, he had to abandon his speculation with a frustrated sigh.
As always, Tony instructed Jarvis to archive all the useful information for future study.
[Just as Toomes was giving instructions, a voice rang out over the worksite: "Attention everyone! Under Executive Order No. 396b, all post-war cleanup operations now fall under our jurisdiction! Thank you for your service—we'll take over from here!"]
[Toomes turned to see a group of suited officials approaching. Frowning, he asked, "Who the hell are you?"]
[A man in a formal suit, hands on his hips, smirked. "Professionals."]
[Toomes tried to reason with them. "Listen, I have a contract with the city! I'm authorized to salvage this wreckage!"]
[But before he could finish, the official cut him off. "I'm sorry, Mr. Toomes, but all salvage operations now fall under our control. Hand over all alien materials immediately—or face prosecution."]
[Realizing the situation was turning against them, one of Toomes' workers discreetly slipped a piece of Chitauri tech into his pocket.]
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