Marvel: A Lazy-Ass Superman

Chapter 170: Chapter 170 – The Phoenix Awakens ( Bonus )

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Mind-to-mind, time flowed differently. What seemed like an instant to onlookers was, for Jean Grey and Charles Xavier, an eternity. A thousand conversations, a thousand lifetimes, all compressed into the span of a heartbeat.

And in the end, it was Xavier’s raw honesty—his willingness to bare every fear, every hope—that broke through. Jean saw everything: the truth of her powers, the alien leader’s careless slip about his real intentions, and the terrible cost of surrender.

He wanted her to give up the Phoenix Force. To rebuild a shattered alien world at the cost of Earth itself.

Jean couldn’t allow it. She couldn’t trade away her home, her people, her planet.

So she chose to fight—not as a fugitive, not as a victim—but as an X-Man.

Her eyes snapped open.

The inhibitor collar still locked around her neck sparked and burned away to ash. The Phoenix Force wasn’t bound by genetics, and no human tech could contain it.

Jean rose, hovering above the floor, her expression blank, her gaze blazing with a godlike resolve.

Vuk’s voice cut across the car, steady and cold. ”You promised me the power. All of it.”

Jean’s voice rang like steel. ”Yes. Before I knew what you intended. But if your plan is the destruction of Earth... then my answer is no.”

”Then I’ll take it,” Vuk replied flatly. ”The outcome will be the same.”

The clash that followed was far beyond bullets or claws. Two vessels of the Phoenix Force collided, and the world bent under their touch.

No one knew exactly how much of the Phoenix Vuk had stolen, or whether such things could even be measured in fractions. What mattered was that Jean’s awakening dwarfed him. Her very presence warped reality.

The train screamed as it tore off the tracks, spiraling upward, twisting into shrapnel. Strips of steel lashed outward like tendrils, spearing D’Bari fighters from the sky.

Vuk himself was caught in the storm, his body wrenched and twisted like a rag. Only the Phoenix power within him kept him conscious. Around him, every alien craft that strayed too close was shredded in moments. Soldiers were impaled on spears of iron.

But Jean shielded her allies—mutants and soldiers alike—each one wrapped in a fragile-looking bubble that held against the maelstrom.

For the aliens, it was slaughter. For the humans, it was salvation.

And yet Vuk endured. Broken, but not beaten, he called to his warship in orbit.

The D’Bari mothership plunged through the atmosphere, fire trailing across the night sky. A single blast from its main cannon lit up the battlefield, a beam hundreds of meters wide that scorched the earth, obliterated the train, and left the forest burning for miles.

Only Jean’s shield kept her people alive. But the effort shook her. The bubbles shattered, soldiers and mutants scattering in the blast wave. Her concentration faltered, the strain of carrying such power showing at last.

And now the real assault began.

D’Bari soldiers swarmed from every direction. More strike craft launched from the mothership, circling like vultures. Their orders were simple: wipe out every last human and mutant, or at least keep them pinned while Vuk finished what he started.

Against a whole warship’s arsenal, the defenders were hopelessly outmatched. The American soldiers were already running dry on ammunition, their weapons pitiful against alien tech. Even with the mutants’ powers, it was all they could do to survive another minute.

And Vuk knew it. He pressed forward calmly, inexorably, his human guise restored. Each step was calculated pressure on Jean, exploiting her compassion, her need to protect others. The more she strained to shield them, the more vulnerable she became.

If despair cracked her defenses, he could take the Phoenix completely.

Victory, tactics, numbers—they were all his. He could see the future laid out, the paths that led to his triumph.

All except one.

One variable he hadn’t accounted for.

The variable nobody in the universe could account for.

Because out of the smoke and fire came... Joker.

He strolled back onto the battlefield, boombox slung over his shoulder, blaring Queen’s ”We Will Rock You.”

Step. Step. Clap.

He marched in perfect rhythm, exaggerated strut, every move dripping with swagger.

”Aha!” he shouted, grinning ear to ear. ”I knew what was missing this whole time. Not the guns. Not the backup. The music. You can’t have an epic fight without an epic soundtrack!”

The beat pounded, echoing across the burning forest. Joker bobbed his head, soaking it in.

”With this track? Oh, baby, my Buff meter’s maxing out. Any second now, I’m one punch away from dropping a Phoenix!”

And somehow, impossibly, the battlefield felt just a little bit crazier.

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