A Plea for Help from Omnipotence City?

"Hey, sis, look who's back—" The Human Torch rolled his eyes and muttered to the Invisible Woman beside him.

Black Widow and Hawkeye exchanged a quick glance. Each saw concern and a trace of unease in the other's eyes.

After all, the threat from Ultron was already upon them, and the situation was on the verge of spiraling completely out of control.

They had little attention to spare for the fantastical story Hercules had just told them about the so-called Chaos Gods.

"Sorry, Hercules—"

Tony Stark set down his glass and spread his hands helplessly. His tone was half dismissive, half teasing. "If you came to Earth to preach, I'm afraid you picked a very, very bad time.

"We have urgent business to deal with, so we don't have the time—or the inclination—to throw you a grand welcome party."

Hercules heard the undisguised dismissal, doubt, and even mockery in Tony Stark's and the others' voices. He saw the disbelief on their faces, tinged with ridicule, and anger surged through him.

He was the son of Zeus!

The mighty hero of Olympus!

The hero who had completed twelve impossible labors!

In ancient Greece, mortals had prostrated themselves before him. When had he ever suffered such mockery and contempt?

Yet here he was, in mere Midgard, being ridiculed by a band of frail mortals. Had the world turned upside down?

It was an outrageous humiliation!

The greatest blasphemy against a god!

What kind of rotten friends did Thor spend his time with?

Anger flushed Hercules's cheeks. As his muscles tensed, an invisible pressure spread from him, and even the light in the living room seemed to dim.

The Invisible Woman sensed the change in his bearing and instinctively cast an invisible protective force field across the room.

Hawkeye and Black Widow silently