I am Thor

"Then I'll shout it now—Avengers, assemble!" Natasha teased, a rare smile tugging at her lips.

This morning, Thor had returned to Earth with the women who had accompanied him. "If such a historic moment isn't witnessed firsthand," he quipped, "it'd be a regret for a lifetime."

Captain America's ascension to the presidency meant more than a symbolic victory—it marked the inevitable repeal of the Sokovia Accords. A new president withdrawing such contentious legislation was almost a given. Without U.S. leadership enforcing the accords, they were little more than words on paper.

For the first time in years, the Avengers could look forward to operating without restrictions. Freedom was within reach.

"You know," Thor mused with a sly grin, "if it weren't for my intervention, the man standing on that stage right now would be a businessman president who spends his days running the country on Twitter and shifting blame to others when things go wrong."

Natasha glanced at him knowingly. "I believe it."

The inauguration wasn't without drama. No sooner had Steve Rogers taken the oath than a sniper targeted him from the crowd. But being a superhero president came with unique advantages—Steve caught the assassin himself, subduing him before handing him over to his stunned bodyguards.

Bodyguard A: "Aren't we supposed to protect him?"

Bodyguard B: "Yeah, but just looking at him makes me feel safe."

The moment the ceremony concluded, Steve shed his suit for his combat uniform, picked up his iconic shield, and boarded a waiting plane. His destination? The battlefield. He left behind a flurry of reporters shouting questions.

Peter Parker, ever resourceful, managed to catch up. "Captain President!" he called. "Who's your Vice President? Are you moving to the White House?"

Steve paused briefly, his expression resolute. "The United States is my White House," he said before boarding.

Steve's first executive order as president was the repeal of the Sokovia Accords.

"This is an era that needs heroes," he declared. "We've spent too long shackling those who protect us while allowing criminals to run rampant. The Avengers should never become a weapon wielded by anyone—not governments, not corporations, not private interests."

Steve's leadership was a shot of adrenaline for a country drowning in despair. Across the nation, people found hope rekindled. Nowhere was this shift more evident than in the military. Once disorganized and demoralized, they rallied with a new vigor. The Wakandan forces, previously facing little resistance, were caught off guard by the transformation.

In tandem with Steve's efforts, Thor called upon the Avengers and their allies to join the fight. A host of superheroes descended upon the battlefield, tipping the scales decisively. Though Wakanda's technology was advanced, it was still rooted in the realm of mortals—ill-suited against the overwhelming power of Thor, Wanda, Jean Grey, and Jane Foster.

Even Wakanda's prized vibranium was no match for the destructive forces these heroes unleashed.

Erik Killmonger, huddled behind Wakanda's protective shield, observed the battle with a grim expression. His dreams of conquest had turned to ash, his grand plans crumbling before his eyes. Worse, it seemed his efforts had only helped eliminate obstacles for his enemies.

Thor, ever confident, saw Erik for what he truly was: a tool. "A dog used to bite," Thor muttered, "and now that it's bitten, it's of no further use."

On the African savannah, Wakanda's famed rhino cavalry charged, their thundering hooves kicking up clouds of dust. At their head, W'Kabi directed them toward Thor's position with a determined glare.

Behind the rhinos, Erik stood rigid, his hands clenched into fists. His hatred burned hot as he stared at the Avengers. These were the people who had thwarted his grand vision, rendering his sacrifices meaningless. Worse, they had turned Wakanda's cause into a farce.

As the rhinos closed in, a massive shadow descended from the sky. A deafening roar split the air.

The Black Dragon Princess, Onyxia, revealed her true form, her scales glinting ominously in the sunlight. Towering over the battlefield, she let out another earth-shaking roar. The rhinos hesitated, their instincts overriding their training.

"Push forward!" W'Kabi shouted desperately, but it was no use. The sight of a dragon—nature's apex predator—froze the rhinos in their tracks. Their handlers couldn't coax them forward.

Onyxia's eyes gleamed with anticipation. Though she had spent weeks engaging in intrigue and strategy, she relished the raw thrill of battle. Taking a deep breath, she exhaled a torrent of flames.

"Fall back! Quickly!" W'Kabi shouted, panic rising in his voice.

But it was too late. The flames spread across the savannah, turning it into a blazing inferno. Rhinos scattered, their terrified cries filling the air as they fled through the flames.

"No! No!" W'Kabi howled, his voice thick with anguish.

For Erik, the rhinos were merely tools of war. For W'Kabi, they were loyal companions—soldiers he had raised and cared for. Watching them perish in the fire was a blow he couldn't bear.

The inferno surged toward Wakanda's protective shield, its heat testing the barrier's limits. Erik stared at the advancing flames, his hope resting on this final line of defense.

The flames parted momentarily, and Erik's gaze fixed on the sky. From above, a divine glow descended—a battle axe, blazing with divine power, sliced through the air with unstoppable force.

It struck the shield with an earth-shattering impact.

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