روايات وقصص ضمن Avengers Civil War Airport Battle

Chapter 84 – Avi Returns The sky above Manhattan was streaked in warm gold and watercolor pinks as the plane touched down at JFK, the hum of the engine fading beneath the excited chatter of passengers disembarking. Avi Kapoor adjusted her sunglasses, stepped into the terminal with the unshakeable grace of someone who had seen more of the world than most ever dreamed, and let out a slow, steady breath. She was home. Not the India of her roots or the Paris of her recent whirlwind photo campaign—but here, in New York, where her heart had left a tiny thread anchored to one woman she hadn’t stopped thinking about.

"You see it's all in the genes and he'd turn out just like his father, fūcked up searching for trouble looking for a fix a killing machine, now you wouldn't want that would you?" I hadn't realized I was sobbing, shaking my head in denial at his abominable predictions. He remains to study me, unable to quit cackling. At the corner of my eye, I spot a steel airport in close vicinity. It was placed on the patient's tilt-top table. "Now," Ivan concludes, laughter ceasing. He reaches down and hauls me up by my arm. "Let's begin, shall we?" Unleashing courage I thought I was incapable of, I swiftly grab ahold of the object. Less than a second passed, as I launch the steel airport full of hot bever

I didn’t even wait for the door to be fully opened before I got in. “Airport,” I ordered. The engine roared to life. I leaned back, staring out the window, but I wasn’t seeing the city. All I could see were two small faces I had only seen from a distance. Faces that belonged to me and yet didn’t know me at all. My blood boiled. This wasn’t a negotiation anymore. This was war. When we arrived at the airport, I didn’t wait for the car to stop completely. I stepped out while it was still slowing down, my bodyguards spilling out behind me like shadows.

Victor growled through the mind link once more. Tania weaved the shadows. The vampires used bursts of speed to take out as many wolves as they could before leaping onto high brunches. I had lost my brother and Quade in the mix but I spotted a white wolf blanketed in purple flames easily. "We can't do this forever," I told Victor as I dodged the dripping fangs of a rogue, making to run left but dashing right a the last minute so the rogue missed my hind legs. I wasn't fighting. I was avoiding. I was surviving. I was blocking out the horror I felt from just snuffing out someone's life.

And now, Alysha had to decide how far she was willing to go to protect her. ------------------ The private jet touched down in Boston, its sleek body gliding effortlessly onto the runway as the city skyline loomed in the distance. Ivan Anderson stepped off the aircraft, his eyes sharp and filled with determination. The cool Boston air hit his face, but he barely felt it—his mind was a storm of urgency and anger. He had spent the entire flight replaying the events of the past twenty-four hours, each passing moment only fueling the fire in his chest.

The moment they crossed the threshold, the weight of the world seemed to crash down on them. Bags hit the floor with thuds that sounded like finality, as Carver, a man usually so composed, made a beeline to his office. The war room where he would attempt to marshal defenses against the attack coming. Peyton trailed after him, his steps heavy with the burden of approaching struggles, leaving Ava directionless in the center of their living room.

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Julian threw a flashbang over the railing to blind the pursuit, grabbing Maya's hand as they breached the final door. The freezing, violent blizzard of the Swiss Alps hit them like a physical blow. "The jet!" Julian shouted over the howling wind, pointing toward the tree line where the Thorne Tech stealth aircraft was already spooling its engines, the cargo ramp lowered and waiting. They sprinted through the knee-deep snow. Bullets whizzed past them, tearing through the ice, but the whiteout conditions of the blizzard blinded the Vanguard shooters. Julian practically carried Maya the last fifty yards, throwing her up the ramp of the jet before vaulting in right behind her.

She met his attack head- on, their brands colliding with a resounding crash. The force of the impact transferred shockwaves through the ground, but Ava didn't falter. " Your reign ends then," she declared, her voice cold and bent ." For Kairo." With a swell of strength, she drove her brand forward, piercing the commander's armor and striking true. He staggered back, unbelief etched across his features as he fell to his knees. Ava stood over him, her expression grim and enduring. With a final, decisive strike, she ended his life, sealing the fate of his forces. The remaining adversary dogfaces, witnessing the fall of their leader and the impregnable fury of Ava, began to retreat in fear. Thei

Ethan leaned forward, his hands folded. My stomach tightened when I saw the landscape outside the window, dust, smoke, and the shape of armored vehicles on the runway below. I had chosen this, but the weight of it pressed heavier the closer we came. When the wheels touched the runway, a jolt ran through the cabin. The passengers sat straighter. The air outside was hazy, dust rolling past the windows as we slowed. “Welcome to Pakistan,” the captain’s voice said, too calm for what awaited us. The airport was chaotic. Military vehicles lined the edges, soldiers watching with tense eyes.