Marvel X The Boys

The street was eerily quiet as Alex, The Boys, and Deadpool stepped cautiously into the swirling white mist. The usual sounds of New York—blaring car horns, chattering pedestrians—were conspicuously absent, replaced by an oppressive stillness.

Alex's heart pounded as his system pinged again, the glowing notification hovering faintly in his peripheral vision.

System Update

[ENEMY DETECTION: DANGER ZONE]

Hostile Entities Approaching

Classification: ???

Threat Level: High

"What's it say, mate?" Butcher growled, gripping his crowbar as his eyes scanned the shifting mist.

"It says we're screwed," Alex replied, his voice shaky.

Deadpool unsheathed his katanas with a flourish. "Well, if we're going down, let's do it with style. Cue the epic fight scene music!"

"Shut it," Butcher snapped. "We don't even know what we're dealin' with yet."

"You will soon," Deadpool replied ominously, gesturing dramatically toward the thickening mist.

The Mist Moves

The mist churned violently, swirling in unnatural patterns as shapes began to form within it. Elongated limbs, glowing eyes, and faint, distorted figures loomed in the haze, their movements jerky and otherworldly.

Hughie stepped back instinctively, bumping into Mother's Milk. "What the hell are those things?"

Frenchie tilted his head, his cigarette dangling loosely from his lips. "They don't look friendly, eh?"

Alex swallowed hard. His system pinged again, displaying a faint, flickering enemy status window:

Enemy Status Window

Name: Mist Wraiths

Type: Entity (Dimensional Residue)

Level: 15

Abilities:

Environmental Obfuscation

Shadow Phasing

Lethal Aura

Weakness: Nexus Energy

"Level fifteen?" Alex muttered under his breath, his stomach twisting into knots. "We're so dead."

"Not if we smash 'em first," Butcher said, stepping forward with a snarl.

Deadpool twirled his katanas, grinning. "I like this guy. Very 'punch first, ask questions never.'"

The First Attack

One of the wraiths lunged, its elongated limbs slicing through the mist like blades. Butcher met it head-on, swinging his crowbar with brutal force. The blow connected with a sickening crack, sending the creature stumbling back, but it didn't fall.

"Lovely," Butcher muttered. "They're sturdy bastards."

Another wraith surged forward, targeting Alex. Before he could react, Deadpool leaped in front of him, slashing at the creature with precise, rapid strikes.

"Not today, Casper!" Deadpool quipped, landing a solid hit that sent the wraith screeching into the mist.

"Thanks," Alex said, his voice shaking.

"Don't mention it," Deadpool replied cheerfully. "Seriously, don't. I have a reputation to uphold."

Alex Steps Up

As the group fought off the advancing wraiths, Alex's system pinged again:

[ABILITY AVAILABLE: GRAVITY PULSE]

Cooldown: Ready

Alex clenched his fists, the hum of power building in his chest. "Everyone, move back!"

"What now?" Butcher snapped, dodging a swipe from another wraith.

"Just do it!" Alex shouted.

The group hesitated but pulled back as Alex stepped forward, raising his hands. He activated the skill, unleashing a powerful pulse of concentrated gravity. The wave rippled outward, slamming into the wraiths and sending them screeching into the mist.

The street fell silent again, the wraiths momentarily driven back.

"Bloody hell," Butcher muttered, eyeing Alex with a mixture of suspicion and grudging respect.

"That was awesome!" Deadpool shouted, clapping wildly. "We've got a baby superhero in the making, folks!"

Alex let out a shaky breath, his hands trembling. "It's not over yet."

A Path Forward

The mist shifted again, parting slightly to reveal a faint glow in the distance.

"What's that?" Hughie asked, squinting.

"Dunno," Butcher replied, gripping his crowbar tighter. "But we're about to find out."

"Or," Deadpool suggested, "we could turn around, go back to the apartment, and binge-watch something on Netflix. Just a thought."

"No one's bingin' anything," Butcher growled, leading the way toward the glow.

Alex hesitated, glancing nervously at Deadpool. "Do we really have to do this?"

"Kid," Deadpool said, throwing an arm around Alex's shoulders, "if we don't, the plot won't progress. And trust me, boring stories are the real enemy here."

With no better option, Alex followed the group, his heart pounding as they ventured deeper into the mist.

The glow grew brighter as they approached, its source still obscured by the swirling mist. A low, resonant hum filled the air, sending shivers down Alex's spine.

"Whatever it is," Mother's Milk said quietly, "it's big."

"And probably ugly," Frenchie added.

The group came to a halt as the mist thinned, revealing a massive, pulsating rift in the ground. Tendrils of white energy spiraled upward, twisting and writhing like living things.

"Well," Deadpool said, pointing at the rift. "That's not ominous at all."

Before anyone could respond, the ground beneath them began to quake, and a deafening roar echoed from the depths of the rift.

Alex's system pinged frantically, flooding his vision with warnings.

[ALERT: ELITE-LEVEL ENTITY APPROACHING]

"Great," Butcher muttered, raising his crowbar. "Just bloody great."

The scene faded to black as the roar grew louder, signaling the arrival of something far worse than the Mist Wraiths.