Location: Earth-MZ-404 – Fragmented Reality: The Broken Marvel
The multiversal gate flickered violently as the Eternal Vanguard stepped into another shattered realm. This one was strange—too bright, too loud, too wrong. Billboards the size of buildings advertised heroes like they were products. Captain America energy drinks. Iron Man crypto-currency. Hulk rage simulators.
Harry stepped forward, his cloak fluttering behind him as he scanned the skyline. "This isn't just rewritten. It's parodied."
Strange floated beside him. "This world mocks itself. I sense the Quill's influence deeply rooted here. Reality is thinning."
Wanda narrowed her eyes. "These people don't remember their real selves. They've become caricatures… shadows of what they were meant to be."
Jean pointed up. "Look."
Above them hovered a massive, floating stadium—The Avengers Coliseum. Inside, gods, mutants, and legends were forced to fight for ratings. Controlled by collars. Judged by viewers.
"This isn't a universe," Kratos growled. "It's a spectacle."
Inside the Coliseum
The Vanguard entered the arena, disguised once again by the Pen of Fate's illusion magic.
They saw Thor—shirtless, drunk, overweight—forced to wield foam hammers in a comedy show.
They saw Wolverine—tamed and muzzled, sold as a "pet berserker."
They saw Jean's alternate self—a Valley Girl Phoenix, shouting fire puns for laughs.
It was worse than broken. It was humiliating.
Harry's expression was stone. "This is how the Broken Quill weakens legends. He turns them into jokes until no one remembers the truth."
Strange nodded grimly. "He doesn't just rewrite. He erases dignity."
Phase One: Ignite the Spark
Storm sent whispers through the weather network, disrupting control towers.
Kratos broke into the power grid, planting energy disruptors.
Jean reached out to the Phoenix inside her corrupted counterpart, whispering, "This is not who you are."
The alternate Jean faltered mid-show. The fire behind her eyes flared red—real red.
Meanwhile, Harry entered the arena under a false name: The Inkblade. He strode into the Coliseum stage, cloak black as void, sword and pen at his back.
The crowd roared, thinking it another character.
But when Iron Man (now a walking TikTok brand) launched fireworks from his repulsors, Harry caught them in midair and dissolved them into code.
"No more lies," he said, and unleashed the truth.
With a flick of his wand, the broadcast tower exploded, showing real footage—Tony sacrificing himself to save the multiverse. Steve standing against Thanos. Wanda weeping in Westview.
The crowd gasped.
The illusion began to crack.
Phase Two: Unleash the Originals
Wanda tore off her disguise and stormed the center stage, power blazing red. "You will remember who we are."
She shattered the mind-control collars one by one, freeing Thor, Wolverine, Valkyrie, Jean, and even a confused Spider-Man who had been stuck in a slapstick loop for three years.
"Dude," Spidey said, blinking. "Was I… selling pizza in space?"
"Welcome back," Storm said with a grin.
Kratos took out the audience suppression drones with his Blades of Chaos.
Real power surged through the stadium.
Wolverine let out a true feral roar and ripped through parody banners of himself.
Thor summoned Mjolnir—not the rubber toy, but the real one, hidden deep in the bowels of the arena.
"For Midgard and dignity!" he bellowed, smashing down the control center.
Phase Three: The Rewrite Duel
The Broken Quill appeared then, hovering above them—masked, eyes like black ink, robes made from shredded comic pages.
"You fools," he hissed. "This universe liked the parody. They chose it!"
Harry stepped forward, sword drawn. "They chose what you let them remember."
"You can't kill me," the Quill snapped. "I am the Editor!"
Harry smiled. "I'm the Author."
He raised the Pen of Fate, and the two clashed midair.
Ink versus magic.
Meta versus myth.
Each blow was a battle of meaning—of legacy, of truth.
The crowd watched as their world tore itself open in brilliant light.
Finally, with one final strike, Harry stabbed the Pen into the Quill's chest.
"You don't get to rewrite heroes."
The Quill screamed, then dissolved into a puddle of failed drafts and broken tropes.
Aftermath: Reclaiming Marvel
The floating Coliseum shattered and fell—only to be caught by Jean's telekinesis and Thor's lightning.
The heroes stood tall once again.
Tony was restored.
Steve returned from erasure.
Wanda lifted her true crown once more.
And Peter? He cried a little when he saw May, alive in this version—freed from rewrite.
"We'll take it from here," said Jean (the local one), now once again the real Phoenix.
"This world remembers now," Harry said, turning to go.
Storm opened a portal. "Another tale to save."
The crowd of restored heroes and fans cheered as the Eternal Vanguard vanished.
Epilogue: The Pen Bleeds
Back in the Nexus Citadel, the Pen of Fate dripped with strange black residue.
Harry wiped it clean, but said nothing.
Jean noticed. "It's still infected, isn't it?"
"Partially," he said. "We stopped one avatar of the Quill. But we haven't found its source yet."
Wanda narrowed her eyes. "Then we need to go deeper."
Harry turned toward the map of infinite Earths.
"Next," he said, "we're going to the Dark DC. The Quill has rewritten legends there too."
And the light dimmed.
The war of stories was far from over.