Chen Mo swung over the street. In the distance, more heroes seemed to have been poured out of all kinds of stories at once by this disaster.
Storm hovered in midair, her gale sweeping away the thick smoke and clearing an intersection choked with dust and fumes.
Wolverine emerged beside a flattened car, swore, popped his claws, and ripped the door open like a tin can before dragging out the terrified driver.
Cyclops was missing from the X-Men. Who knew where he had gone.
The Thing carried half a collapsed elevated roadway beam aside, the ground shaking with every step.
Star-Lord's ship scraped crookedly through the buildings, smoke still pouring from its hull.
Rocket Raccoon swore like a local cabdriver by the hatch, while Groot stretched out his branching arms and scooped up several people slipping off the edge of a floor.
Everyone knew that the more Marvel properties got mixed together, the bigger the event.
It looked like Earth wasn't going to make it through today. Hopefully, this universe could still be saved.
The concentration of superheroes in New York at that moment was downright terrifying.
Chen Mo had just swung onto Fifth Avenue when another section of a building's outer wall began sliding down.
Below it was yet another group of people who hadn't managed to evacuate.
Chen Mo fired webs from both hands, sticking them to the columns on either side, then dropped sharply backward.
The falling wall jerked to a halt.
The webs pulled taut with a teeth-grating sound.
Chen Mo braced his feet against the wall, his arms trembling.
"Seriously?"
"Seriously, seriously, seriously?"
"What the hell was I fighting back in Gotham?"
"The kiddie tutorial!"
"Robberies, gangs, lunatics, bombs, Joker, and one giant sewer crocodile at most!"
"Sure, that doesn't sound very kid-friendly either, but