CHAPTER EIGHT: battle

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MALCOLM SALVATORE LAWRENCE RIPPED OFF ANOTHER ALIEN'S HEAD. "Does anyone know if Shuri has solved the problem with not killing Vision?" He yelled. "Because this is getting really disgusting!" He yelled, covered in the blood of the aliens.

"Malcolm!" Sam yelled, in a lecturing voice.

"Sam!" Malcolm mocked, taking down yet another alien.

"Now is not the time," Sam replied to his best friend, rolling his eyes.

Malcolm looked questioningly at the tree that had forced its arm to grow, going straight through the aliens. "I am Groot!"

"I am Steve Rogers," Steve said, placing a hand over his chest.

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The ground came up, a large machine with sharp razors coming up from the ground. "Fall back! Fall back, now!" T'challa yelled.

Malcolm ran out of the way, jumping out of the way.

"Focus that fire on the left flank, Sam," Rodney ordered.

"I'm doing it!"

The two flew around, shooting at the large machine.

"That's fucking awesome," Malcolm said, seeing Wanda have lifted the machine before breaking it into three parts and making it land on the attacking aliens.

"Why was she up there all this time?" He heard Okoye ask.

"She's on the field, take it." Malcolm heard as he ran towards the voice. As Wanda was one of the stronger ones, it would be easier to get to Vision. Even though the warriors.

"It's a setup!"

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"Guys, we got a Vision situation here," Sam said, grunting as an alien tackled him.

"Somebody get to Vision!" Steve yelled. Malcolm heard the collide of Steve's fist into flesh.

"I got him!" Bruce said, the hulk buster suit jumping into the air.

"I'm not my way," Wanda said at the same time.

Malcolm jumped into the air, tacking down the alien who had just punched Wanda. He rolled down the small hill with the alien, landing next to Wanda.

Malcolm yelled out in pain when the spear had stabbed him in the chest.  She removed it, turning to Wanda, who had gone to her up and help Malcolm but was pushed back down. "He'll die alone. As will you. And him."

"They're not alone." Natasha's voice rang out, making all three turn. Okoye stood on the opposite side, spear in hands.

"Wanda," Malcolm said, lifting the other's arm and heaving her up. He dragged her away as Natasha and Okoye battled with the alien, who he wanted to simply rip the head off of.

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