Ra-One, at the helm of the newly modded aircraft, soared into space with the finesse of a seasoned astronaut, the stars blurring past like a sci-fi screensaver.
His team—Carol Danvers, Nick Fury, Talos, and Goose the cat—gaped as he navigated with eerie precision, dodging micrometeorites like they were LA traffic.
Fury leaned forward, impressed. "Hey, Red, ever think about joining SHIELD? With your genius brain, combat skills, and, what, 15 years old? You'd be my top asset."
Ra-One, red mask glinting under the cockpit lights, snorted. "Nah, Nick. Too many rules. After seeing aliens and superhumans, I'm sticking with my master's training."
Fury raised an eyebrow but let it slide, muttering, "Kid's got a point."
The aircraft reached the state vector coordinates, but space looked empty.
Ra-One squinted at his modded radar, a Frankenstein of Skrull and Earth tech. "I'm picking up something—cloaked, maybe a ship. Talos, what ride did your people leave?"
Talos, clutching his kid's drawing of a spaceship, replied, "Kree Imperial Cruiser, Mar-Vell's. Vers, can you decloak it?"
Carol fiddled with her gauntlet computer, sending a pulse that shimmered, revealing a massive cruiser.
Ra-One whooped, piloting into the open hangar with a swagger that screamed Top Gun.
Meanwhile, on Earth, Yon-Rogg stormed into Maria Rambeau's empty house, finding Ra-One's taunting note: "Found out everything. I'm coming for you. —Carol."
Enraged, he blasted the note to ash and called Ronan the Accuser, the Kree warlord with a penchant for planetary BBQ. "C-53's hiding Vers and skrulls. Bring your fleet and torch it." Ronan, grinning like a kid with a flamethrower, agreed.
Inside Mar-Vell's cruiser, Ra-One's team crept toward a glowing blue cube at the ship's core, pulsing like a cosmic nightlight.
Ra-One and Goose approached, the cat pawing it curiously.
Ra-One reached out, but Gabee's voice blared in his head: "Master, that cube's sentient! Don't touch it unless you want a cosmic migraine!"
Ra-One yelped, "Vers, grab this thing and stuff it in a kid's lunchbox or something."
Carol, rolling her eyes, secured the cube.
Talos shouted, and Skrull families emerged from hiding, reuniting in a tearful huddle.
Talos hugged his wife and kid, babbling about their escape plan.
Ra-One's radar pinged. "Guys, we've got company. Someone's boarded the cruiser. Battle stations! Talos, get your people to safety. Nick, guard the Skrulls and Goose with the cube. Vers, we're clearing the deck."
Fury herded the Skrulls to a secure bay, muttering, "Kid's running this like a damn general."
Ra-One whipped out two upgraded Desert Eagles from his Inventory, their armor-piercing rounds gleaming.
Carol raised an eyebrow. "Where'd those come from?"
Ra-One winked. "Magic."
He sidled up to Carol, voice low. "Vers, they're nerfing you with a limiter implant. Where is it?" Carol touched her neck, pointing to a faint scar.
Ra-One, quick as a viper, sliced it open with a blade, yanking out the device. Carol winced, but blue light enveloped the wound, healing it instantly.
Ra-One, spouting pure BS, said, "My mentor always said, 'If you've got power, think like Superman.' Your photon blasts are just the start—unleash the full package." Carol, eyes glowing, nodded.
Yon-Rogg's team stormed in, guns blazing. Carol stood alone in the center, hands crackling. "You lied, Yon. Made me a puppet and a killer. You're done."
Yon sneered, "I made you the best Vers. Now I'll take it back." He pressed a control device, but nothing happened.
Carol smirked, holding the crushed implant. "Looking for this?" She lunged, fists glowing like miniature suns. Yon countered with stasis gauntlets, pushing and pulling metal debris at her.
From the shadows, Ra-One opened fire, his Desert Eagles shredding the Kree's weapons with surgical precision. "Let's save bullets and go old-school—fists and feet!"
A 6-foot-5 Kree brute loomed over him, sneering.
Ra-One placed a hand on the giant's chest, smirking. "Big mistake, buddy." With a single one Inch punch, powered by Hanma Bloodline and Peak Human Body, he sent the Kree flying, crashing through a wall, blood spurting as he slumped, dead.
Carol muttered, "Kid's a Red Demon."
Ten Kree soldiers, enraged, charged Ra-One with laser knives, energy hammers, and gauntlets.
Ra-One's smirk widened, his combat simulation training kicking in. He dodged a laser knife with a backflip, grabbing the wielder's arm and snapping it like a twig. A hammer swung; he ducked, landing a spinning heel kick that crushed the Kree's jaw. Two soldiers lunged with gauntlets;
Ra-One sidestepped, tripping one into the other, then delivered a double palm strike, caving their chests. A knife grazed his mask; he caught the blade, twisted it free, and drove it into its owner's thigh. The remaining Kree swarmed, but Ra-One danced through them, elbows smashing noses, knees cracking ribs, and a final roundhouse sending the last soldier into a console, sparks flying.
In 30 seconds, ten Kree lay broken, Ra-One unscathed, dusting his hands. "Next?"
Yon, staring at his dead team, roared, "You'll pay, Red Demon!"
Carol's punch cut him off, sending him staggering.
Ra-One saluted. "Vers, I'm checking the hangar. Beat Yon's ass!" He sprinted off, Desert Eagles ready, headshotting stray Kree with John Wick precision.
At the hangar, he spotted Yon's Kree vessel. With an evil grin, he decide to steal and stored it in his Inventory, cackling, "Yoink!"
Ra-One found Fury and the Skrulls in a basement, cornered by two Kree. Stealthly approached them from behind, he snapped one's neck and punched the other's heart, dropping them instantly.
Fury, clutching the cat, grumbled, "What took you, kid? We nearly got smoked!"
Ra-One chuckled. "Busy, Nick. Ten soldiers—laser swords, guns, hammers, Nick. Freaking hammers."
Fury shouted, "How many lived?"
Ra-One shrugged, shyly. "They didn't get up. That's what counts."
Fury shook his head. "Talos was right—you're a Red Demon. I will find and warn your teacher not to make another you."
Ra-One grinned. "Good luck. I'm one-of-a-kind. To the hangar!"
Yon and Carol's fight was a cosmic slugfest. Yon's stasis gauntlets hurled debris; Carol's glowing body countered with photon blasts, melting metal.
Min-Erva, a Kree soldier Ra-One had knocked out, stirred.
Yon barked, "Minerva, kill the Skrulls!"
Ra-One, sensing trouble, hustled the Skrulls, Fury, and Goose into his aircraft and zoomed out of the cruiser.
Min-Erva, spotting them, jumped into a dropship and gave chase.
Yon, tiring, buried Carol under debris with a stasis blast and fled to a dropship.
Carol, emerging like a glowing goddess, chased him at super speed, leaping onto the ship as it launched into space.
Yon, smirking, accelerated into Earth's atmosphere, Carol clinging to the edge. She crawled toward the cockpit, fist raised, but Yon's stasis blast knocked her off, sending her plummeting.
Falling, Carol recalled Ra-One's words: "Think like Superman."
She focused, her body erupting in blue energy. With a roar, she flew, soaring back to Yon's ship.
Meanwhile, Ra-One's aircraft hit Earth's atmosphere, radar pinging Min-Erva's dropship. "Bogey alert! Time for a dogfight!" Over the Rockies, Min-Erva fired plasma bolts.
Ra-One barrel-rolled, dodging, then climbed, looping behind her. She banked hard; he matched her, skimming peaks. His modded guns locked on, firing a salvo that clipped her wing.
Min-Erva spiraled, firing wildly.
Ra-One dove, threading a canyon, then pulled up, blasting her engines. Her ship exploded in a fireball, Ra-One whooping, "Eat that, Kree!"
Yon, spotting Min-Erva's defeat, fired at Ra-One's ship.
Carol, now flying at supersonic speed, tackled his dropship, sending it crashing into a desert.
Above, Ronan the Accuser's Kree fleet entered Earth's orbit, launching ballistic bombs.
Carol, glowing like a star, intercepted one, pushing it back into the others, detonating them in space.
Ronan, stunned, muttered, "C-53 has planetary defenses?"
Carol, blazing, smashed through a destroyer ship, scaring the fleet into a panicked space jump retreat.
Yon, battered, crawled from his wreck. "Vers, fight me hand-to-hand! Prove your guts!"
Carol blasted him into a rock, dragged him to the dropship, and tossed him inside. "I don't need to prove anything. Tell the Supreme Intelligence I'm coming for her." She activated the ship, sending him off, spared but humiliated.
Back at Ra-One's ship, Fury yelped as Goose scratched his left eye, blood trickling.
The Skrulls gasped, muttering about a "Flerken curse."
Fury groaned, "Great, now I'm half-blind."
Ra-One landed at Rambeau's house, now back with Maria and her daughter. Ra-One cooked a feast—cosmic curry and Skrull-friendly tacos—leaving everyone begging for seconds, humans and aliens alike.
Carol, set to help the Skrulls find a home, handed Fury a modified pager. "For emergencies, Nick."
She turned to Ra-One, planting a cheeky kiss on his cheek. "Thanks, Red. Next time, we're going on a proper date."
Ra-One blushed, stammering, "Uh, deal!"
Fury tried again. "Join SHIELD, kid. You're a game-changer."
Ra-One shook his head. "Nick, forget about me. I'm back to training. If the world burns, we'll meet again. Later." He slipped away, stealthing back to Los Angeles.
Bursting into his mansion, Ra-One hollered, "Guys, I'm back!"
—To Be Continued—