Marvel : Strongest Siblings

They were now returning, securing Loki behind a specialized prison on the jet. Sitting around, Tony was firing a barrage of questions about magic.

"How did you make that Dullahan? Was it like in books—created from a dead corpse—or something entirely different?" he asked, his curiosity evident.

Max sighed, clearly growing weary of the endless inquiries. "Okay, for the final time, stop asking so many questions. Also, it's creation, not transformation of corpses. My necromancy isn't black magic—it's dark magic. And it's not evil," he clarified, his tone slightly annoyed.

Tony nodded, though his curiosity was far from satisfied. "Still, I wonder if my armor could have those powers," he mumbled to himself.

In front of them, Captain America sat silently, his eyes occasionally flicking toward Max. He couldn't help but wonder, So young, yet his powers are strong enough to kill us all if he wanted. His thoughts drifted to the missing scepter.

That thing is something any magician would want… maybe that's why he took it, Steve speculated, though he kept his suspicions to himself.

Suddenly, the plane jolted violently, breaking the tense silence.

"Miss, can you fly this thing safely?" Tony asked, gripping his seat tightly.

Black Widow shot him a sharp look. "Tell that to the storm outside," she snapped as another bolt of thunderous lightning struck near them.

The turbulence grew worse as Natasha expertly maneuvered the jet, dodging the bolts and weaving through the clouds. "Hold on!" she called out, her voice steady despite the chaos.

Max smirked slightly, looking out the window at the flashing storm. "Seems like Thor's welcoming party," he said dryly, making Loki chuckle faintly from his containment.

Natasha's hands remained firm on the controls as she navigated through the storm. "If this is Thor, let's hope he doesn't bring his hammer through the windshield."

The jet tilted sharply, throwing everyone slightly off balance. Tony glanced at Loki. "You're awfully quiet for a guy who's caused all this."

Loki smiled, his calm demeanor unsettling. "Why would I speak when the entertainment is already so delightful?"

As if on cue, the turbulence suddenly ceased. The plane steadied, and a booming voice filled the air outside.

"Loki! You've caused enough trouble. Surrender now!"

Max raised an eyebrow as a figure descended from the storm clouds, lightning crackling around him. "Well, there's your hammer-wielding god," he muttered.

Thor landed heavily on the jet's exterior, gripping Mjolnir tightly, his cape billowing in the wind. Natasha glanced at the sensors, sighing in frustration. "Guess we're making a pit stop," she muttered as the jet began its descent.

Thor landed on the jet, his voice booming as he addressed the group. "Give me my brother, and I will let you all go," he demanded.

Tony immediately jumped out, activating his suit mid-air. "I'm going to teach this guy a lesson," he said, flying straight toward Thor.

Thor raised an eyebrow as Tony approached. "Who are you, knight? Are you here to challenge me?" he asked, clearly intrigued.

Tony smirked, raising his hands in a defensive stance. "Knight? I guess my armor does have a medieval flair," he replied. "Listen, your brother Loki committed crimes—serious ones—and now we're imprisoning him."

Thor scowled, gripping Mjolnir tightly. "And who are you to imprison an Asgardian prince?" With a swing of his hammer, he sent a bolt of lightning toward Tony, who dodged it mid-air.

"He killed a lot of people!" Tony shouted back, retaliating with a repulsor blast. Thor blocked the blast effortlessly, his expression hardening. "If that is true, then we in Asgard will punish him. Hand him over now!" Thor demanded.

"And why should we trust you?" Tony countered, shrugging.

Thor's eyes narrowed. "Then I will take him by force," he said, summoning a massive lightning strike aimed at Tony. The sky lit up as bolts of lightning bombarded Iron Man, leaving him struggling to dodge the onslaught.

"Sir, the armor is now charged to 100%," J.A.R.V.I.S. informed Tony.

Tony looked at his glowing armor in disbelief. "Well, that's convenient. Thanks, I guess," he muttered before redirecting all the absorbed energy back at Thor in a massive beam. Thor was momentarily staggered, but he quickly regained his footing.

Just as the two were about to clash again, Captain America landed between them with his shield raised. "Both of you, drop your weapons!" he ordered firmly.

Tony, still glowing from the redirected energy, pointed at Thor. "He started it! He was being aggressive!"

Thor tightened his grip on Mjolnir, glaring at Steve. "You dare ask me, a prince of Asgard, to surrender my weapon?" he said incredulously.

"Yes, drop it," Steve replied, his voice calm but commanding. Tony interjected, "Uh, Cap? You do realize he's packing more energy than a nuclear reactor, right? Maybe rethink the whole 'drop your weapon' thing?"

Thor's temper flared. "How dare you ask this of me!?" he shouted, raising his hammer and swinging it toward Captain America. Steve moved swiftly, blocking the attack with his shield. The collision sent a shockwave through the air, but Steve stood firm.

With a precise counterstrike, Steve pushed Thor back, sending the god of thunder flying a short distance. "Now, are you ready to talk?" Steve asked, standing tall but clearly strained. Max, observing the fight from the jet, noticed the faint trembling in Captain America's hands—a clear sign of the sheer force he had just endured.

Thor slowly rose, brushing off the dust. His eyes scanned the group, finally landing on Loki, who was watching the entire scene with a smug grin. "You mortals... you fight well," Thor admitted, albeit begrudgingly.

Steve extended his hand. "Let's end this fight and work together. Loki's actions endangered lives, and he needs to answer for them."

Thor hesitated but then lowered his hammer slightly. "Very well, I will accompany you. But know this—Loki will face justice, and it will be by Asgardian laws."

The tension eased as Tony exhaled. "Well, glad we got that sorted. Can we please get off this lightning-filled rollercoaster now?"

Max leaned against the doorway of the jet, smirking. "Well, that was entertaining. But next time, maybe let me handle it—I prefer fights where the odds are even."

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