But there were too many Symbiotes.
The Symbiotes pouring from that black falling object showed no sign of slowing.
They surged from the center of the impact like an endless tide.
Covering more streets, more buildings, more people.
Every second, new humans were parasitized by Symbiotes. Every second, new hosts joined the Symbiote army.
Tony's energy was dropping. His Mark LII Armor had endured too many Symbiote attacks in this battle.
They wrapped black tendrils around his legs and arms, trying to slip through gaps in his armor and parasitize his body.
The armor's energy shield kept consuming power to burn away those tendrils, and the energy reading was plummeting.
"JARVIS, how much power is left?"
"Thirty-two percent, sir. At the current rate of consumption, estimated combat endurance is eleven minutes."
"Eleven minutes isn't enough!"
Steve's shield was covered in black Symbiote fluid. His breathing had grown ragged, and his right arm was trembling.
Not from exhaustion, but because the Symbiote fluid was mildly corrosive.
His combat suit had begun developing tiny holes after coming into contact with the Symbiotes too many times.
Natasha's shock batons had run out of power.
She drew her dagger and physically cut down the Symbiotes trying to approach her.
But there were too many Symbiotes. Cut down one, and ten more surged forward.
Cut down ten, and a hundred more surged forward.
She began backing away, not because she wanted to, but because she had no choice.
Thor's lightning was weakening. The wound on his left arm had split open during the battle, blood seeping through his bandages.
Golden blood dripped onto the ground, burning small holes through the Symbiotes' black flesh.
But he did not stop. Stormbreaker spun in his hand, blue arcs of electricity dancing around his body.
"Heimdall!" he shouted, then