Note : I apologize in advance for any grammatical errors you'll find in this story, I'm Italian and English is not my mother tongue. I'm looking for a beta reader or someone who is willing to correct my chapters, if anyone is interested.

Here I am with my first long story dedicated to the MCU.

In this fan fiction, which will be a minor crossover with the Godzilla universe, the Earth's mightiest heroes (and beyond) will find themselves forced to fight against the archenemy of the most famous radioactive reptile ever.

King Ghidorah (also known as The King of Terror) is the Galactus of monster movies, a creature that wanders from planet to planet to feed on the life force of its inhabitants, a villain that would make Thanos MCU look like a minor threat . For this reason, ALL the heroes of this cinematic universe will be forced to come together once again to stop him.

The King Ghidorah of this story will have the appearance of the counterpart that will appear in the upcoming Godzilla: King Of The Monsters, but his powers will be a mix of all the versions appeared in Godzilla and Mothra Movies. He'll be the only Godzilla character to appear.

I'll try to be as faithful as possible to the MCU time-line ( this story will take place 5 years after Endgame). Also, " You got something for me, Peter Park?", is a prequel to this work.

I wish you a good reading, and I hope you will find time to leave a review! On you tube you can find a little fan trailer for this story ( Avengers vs King Ghidorah ).

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Prologue

The cloud rose directly from the bay of New York, coming so quickly, small and angry, that many people didn't even have time to hoist their umbrellas to the sky.

Pigeons began to find refuge in the crevices of skyscrapers, as if they were hit by a blaze, while the whole city was invaded by a dark desperation and by the arrival of the wind.

And then came the rain. A heavy and dark rain, as meteorologists predicted.

He began beating on the small houses of Hell's Kitchen, which increased in value every day. It tarnished the red-tiled roofs of Harlem, tarnishing the tree-lined boulevards of the neighborhood.

On the coast, molten silver waves rippled and mingled in the September storm.

The city's bridges seemed to levitate, and New York began to float like a fortress hidden in the fog.

The rain crushed the glass flower plants that edged the lawns of large corporations, making Central Park sparkle.

The world was prolific, the markets were expanding, while the pools were in danger of overflowing and the tawny hills already seemed greener.

Like money, the rain came in an avalanche, enveloping the bay, delighting the meteorologists who predicted it, overcoming all odds, saturating the air and causing a giant phantom hand to fall on the cemetery. Almost as if it wanted to announce the end of an era with arrogance.

Because that day marked the first anniversary of the death of Anthony Stark, aka Iron Man, founder of the Avengers, killer of Thanos ... savior of the Universe itself.

For many years, from the height of their Olympus, the Avengers tried to exorcise the deepest fears with which all humans were forced to confront on a daily basis, in a world that in less than a generation managed to make its inhabitants more fragile and insecure, forcing them to wear an armor.

Tony Stark was perhaps the most influential of them all.

A man without super powers, a rich bourgeois child of art kissed by the good fortune of having grown up in a stimulating and protected environment, like many scions heirs to millionaire fortunes.

What made Tony Stark a universal superhero like Iron Man? His choices.

Tony Stark, just like a modern Ulysses, always tried to push his intelligence beyond his limits, making the most of the enormous family heritage, because as a positivist he always had the ambition to save the world around him.

In an age in which technology succeeded in enchanting every human being, even in the new models of a social life undoubtedly poorer, the paladin known as Iron Man always traced the profile of a pioneer of new technological possibilities, convinced that the world could democratically offer everyone the same opportunities, precisely with the widespread dissemination of the discoveries of a new scientific revolution that saw him as a generous Prometheus of the twenty-first century.

Many flocked to the cemetery bordering Central Park, to pay tribute to the memory of man.

On the altar built for the occasion, in front of the immense crowd gathered for the praise, stood a total of fifteen distinct figures, flanked by a life-size photo of Tony Stark himself.

Everyone knew those bizarre-looking individuals.

By now there were superheroes scattered all over the world, but those fifteen? They were considered the best of the best.

Not because they were the most powerful, and in fact they weren't. Not all, at least. And not just because they were the first. But because they were special. They showed it over and over again.

They made difficult choices, they set an example, doing what was right, not what was easier. And in the end they always came to the top, saving every man, woman or child in the universe from the threat of a madman.

They had many names, but each of them was known by its own name.

Captain America, the first Avenger, now withdrawn from action to spend a quiet life. Spiderman, the man with the skills of a spider. Doctor Strange, the supreme sorcerer. Hulk, the strongest man on earth. Captain Marvel, the heroine from space. Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlett Witch. War Machine, the right arm of Iron Man. Falcon, the heir to Captain America. Bucky Burns, the White Wolf. Black Panther, the king of Wakanda. Clint Burton, known to most as Hawkeye. Spouses Scott and Hope Lang, known as Antman and Wasp. Not to mention their predecessors, Hank and Janet Pym.

All come to that cemetery to remember a friend ... a teammate ... a leader ... and a savior.

At the stroke of noon, the mayor of New York, James Ebert, a short, stocky man with a weathered face and mouse ears, came down on stage. He was elected three years after the snap caused by Thanos, when the United States begun to show the first signs of economic recovery.

He stopped in front of the microphone on the platform and coughed a couple of times.

" In a time when cynicism was a global epidemic, Tony Strak gave us something to be proud of, a dream that we must not allow ourselves to be extinguished" he began in a calm and solemn tone. " A nation is founded on the spirit of its people. The proof of the greatness of a nation is the cohesion of its citizens in times of crisis. The only limits to what we can achieve are the limits we give to our hopes "

With that said, he turned his head briefly toward the portrait on the stage.

" A year ago, this man wanted to remember the grandeur of our hopes. There was a moment, but I speak of centuries ago, when we were all one people. We all hoped, we all felt a little prouder and a little older. We all felt the same fears and the same enthusiasm" he continued, his eyes fixed on the crowd. " This man made us feel united, he made us understand that there are no goals that we cannot reach if we keep together. There are no adequate words to express our gratitude to Tony Stark. But ... we can honor his memory".

He took a few steps back and motioned for some of the spectators to come closer.

Many people held their breath, while a young woman with long red hair and a long black dress began to walk towards the stage, accompanied by a child who could not have been more than six years old.

She was Pepper Potts, wife of Tony Stark and mother of Morgan Stark, daughter of the IronAvenger.

The mayor stepped aside, while the widow took her place in front of the microphone and, with her eyes slightly wet from tears, began saying: " I am grateful to be here today, to remember my husband. We are all saddened by the loss of a great man ... and an equally wonderful father "

She squeezed his daughter's hand briefly as she gave her mother a sad smile.

A few sobs were heard from the crowd, but Pepper didn't seem to mind and started talking again.

" But we are here also because we've received a precious gift. We ... all of us, had the privilege of living a life in which Tony Stark was present" she said with a smile to the rest of the Avengers. " He who was known as Iron Man possessed many extraordinary gifts, and used them for our salvation. None of these qualities deserves to be remembered more than his incredible ability to recognize others in times of need, and his unwavering courage to help them, regardless of the price to pay"

The woman held back a jolt, blinking and gripping the microphone tightly.

She was visibly upset, but no one tried to get close to her. She was a proud person, and everyone knew it.

Then, after what seemed an endless time, Pepper took a couple of soothing breaths and turned her attention back to the gathered citizens.

" We must strive to accept his loss ... and move forward. It's a behavior that we all owe to Tony Stark, the man who taught us what it means to be heroes" she whispered as she reached out for the crowd.

" Today I see a magnificent city and a splendid people rise from this abyss. I see the lives for which he sacrificed his own, peaceful, useful ... prosperous and happy"

And, after uttering these words, with a heavy heart and a face wet with tears, she looked at the picture of her dead husband.

She turned one list smile to the ghost of the beloved one, imagining him next to her once again, with that confident expression mixed with arrogance, yet filled with repentance and love for others.

" Tony Stark leaves us with a profound lesson" she said with newfound determination, turning to the spectators. " Each of us must try to grow ... to become a sort of Iron Man. All, at least, we can try. Thanks to the courage to know how to face the most ambitious choices, and always pushing ourselves to the maximum. Without forgetting, however, to wear a solid armor to let ourselves be protected, but never losing the sunny enthusiasm of those who want to change the world starting from the hardest challenge: to improve ... ourselves".

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Far far away from Earth...

In the known universe, between wonders and infinite energies, there is a small circle of the most powerful beings of creation. I'm sure you know who I'm talking about.

However, there is something in these champions that you don't know. A secret truth that each of them brings to the most obscure and hidden parts of their soul. The fear ... the certainty ... that they will lose. That one day, despite their strength and courage ... every person ... and everything ... will die.

And if you ask these gods, these avengers and destroyers, how do they believe that this wonderful universe of ours will come to its bloody and inevitable end? With a trembling voice and a heavy and sincere heart, they would all tell you the exact same thing ... it will end in the same way that every story ever told ended. With death. Death ... and nothing more.

That day, death came from space.

It was a nebulous celestial body, as ancient as the universe itself, born from the womb of an immense cloud of ice, rocks, dust and gas in the same period in which the outer planets of the solar system were formed, 4.6 billion years before. As its dispersed particles condensed into a solid mass over a mile in diameter, it begun to dart silently through the emptiness of space, describing a path that led it to a distant sun, halfway to the closer star, after a journey that lasted many thousands of years.

Inside there was a creature. This creature embodied a vision: absolute, definitive emptiness. Long ago, when it was still just a puppy just out of the life-egg, it conceived the universe as what-was-not-its-mother, and saw its place there: a hole, dark and deep.

And yet it existed, it was sure of it. It thought it was the only one who really existed, along with its mother.

But the more time passed, the more the hunger of the creature grew with it, and so did its intelligence.

It came to the conclusion that its mother didn't love him for what it was, for its sacred specificity, but only for its nature as a son, the fact that it belonged to her, for the space it occupied in the air as tangible proof of her power. What a joy! it felt after that moment of infantile realization. What a wonderful achievement!

For this reason it killed her, feeding on her meat. And then the beast discovered the murder and the pleasure derived from absorbing the life force of another living being.

And when it was large enough to leave the nest, billions of years ago, the creature began to wander through space, eager to try that feeling once again. And again ... and again.

Thanks to that nutritious food, the creature led its existence in a simple waking cycle to eat and sleep to travel. It created a food chain in its image and looked at it with pride from the scarlet pits it had for eyes. The universe was its slaughterhouse, and the various races that lived there were its flocks.

For this reason, unaware of the fate that hovered over their heads like a guillotine, many planets fell under the weight of its insatiable hunger.

And very soon, by an unfortunate coincidence, another celestial body would have attracted the merciless, cold and mischievous eyes of the beast.

Far away, in the forgotten spaces not marked in the geographical maps of the extreme limit of the West Spiral of a galaxy, there was a small and insignificant yellow sun.

To orbit around it, at the distance of one hundred and forty-nine million kilometers, there was a small, very negligible blue-green planet, whose life forms, descended from the apes, were so incredibly primitive that they still believe that planes were an excellent invention.

A few years earlier, a titanic battle between a group of these natives and a member of the race known to most as the Eternals, Thanos, ended with the sudden release of a dense yet powerful energy, whose waves and particles traveled the whole cosmos without ever stopping, for countless light-years.

At billions of kilometers from that planet, the creature felt a change in the rhythm of space, something that replaced the cold and intangible void. A sudden burst of energy, which forced it to stop its advance.

The beast didn't seen the impulse caused by the Infinity Stones, but it smelled it, and the nerve endings scattered over its body registered the new vibrations and signaled them to the brain.

Something new had happened. For the first time ever, something new.

For this reason, after a moment of hesitation, driven by hunger and the curiosity of that sudden source of nourishment, the creature began to point towards the planet Earth.

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The Providence, a Venator-class colonizing ship, had less than an hour to live in front of it.

In fact, within forty-five minutes, it would become a collective tomb for men on board: 2,150 people, including passengers and crew members.

An unexpected tragedy, a cruel mockery, which the crystalline serenity of space, calm and deserted, left nothing to suppose.

Even the astral jellyfish, which were sailing for a week in the ship's fuel and hydrogen wake, continued with languid indifference in the cold and apparently lifeless emptiness of space, as if their acute senses, appeased by that sweet atmosphere (figuratively speaking ), weren't able topredict the slightest sign of danger.

Inside the ship it was as hot as inside an oven.

In the control tower, the vessel operator, Brady Corbet, lit a cigarette with the butt of the previous one, placed his feet on a portable air conditioner and rose from the command post for the morning patrol.

Completed the tour of control in the hypersleeparea of the crew, the man started in the adjacent room. Along the walls, one next to the other, more than two thousand individual freezers were arranged: a challenge to time and understanding.

Behind the doors, the faces of men, women and children could be seen. Lulled by reassuring dreams, everyone slept peacefully.

The responsibility to guarantee their survival, their state of health and above all their future all fell on Brady's shoulders and the crew. A task that they took very seriously.

In the distance, an amber flash caught his eye. The man approached the light source and checked the capsule's diagnostic monitor. He quickly analyzed the data, inserted the necessary adjustment and immediately the intermittent amber light turned green and constant. He was satisfied.

Perhaps it was a simple power surge. Fairly common in space.

Now he had to check the embryo containment unit.

He opened the first of a series of drawers, each of which held a human embryo at a different stage of development, and looked up at the monitors. The lights were green, as Halo, the on-board computer, observed. Everything was fine.

The man allowed himself a smile.

Then, suddenly, a calm and informative voice, almost feminine, echoed along the entire length of the ship.

" Brady ... maybe we have a problem"

The man jerked upright.

The on-board computer program included many skills. Diagnostic skills, technical skills, encyclopedic knowledge and linguistic nuances.

" The systems recorded an anomalous peak of electromagnetic energy. The analysis is in progress"

" Where?"

" Very close: sector 100. The source was masked, the reason for the strange ... indeed, late identification. A unique concatenation of spatial and gravitational distortions prevented it from seizing it in time. I apologize, the initial analysis was insufficient to measure its intensity and closeness. A second evaluation suggests the possibility that the event will have significant consequences. High risk"

"Probability of the collision?" Brady asked, suddenly feeling his throat dry.

"Imminent. External proximity. Exact calculations being processed"

Without waiting for details, the man left the settler room and rushed to the bridge, communicating the commands as he ran.

" Halo, immediately send an SOS to the nearest ship and start the crew awakening!"

" Done. The new calculations indicate that the phenomenon is accompanied by an object whose mass exceeds two square kilometers. Maybe a meteor. Impact in five, four, three ..."

The wave of energy that preceded the celestial body remained invisible, but its effects were unequivocal. The shock wave that shook the ship was powerful enough to make Brady lose his balance, to overcome the shields protecting the hull and to unleash chaos inside the spaceship.

The man tried to get back on his feet. He could do nothing for the ship except hope that Halo would find a way to resist.

He felt a sense of helplessness, while, from one of the portholes of the vessel, he was able to identify the outline of something ... something frightening, which seemed to come straight out of the innermost nightmares of the human mind.

Then he heard a cry, mixed with the rice of a hyena, and Brady was forced to plug his ear.

The cry echoed through the ship like the roar of an angry beast, a sort of dismal invocation to death.

The first item was joined by a second ... then a third, until the darkness was torn by a macabre chorus of moans.

After that obsessive series of groans, a disturbing silence reigned for a few moments.

Then, a gash was opened in the hull of the ship ...

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