Chapter 99 : Jane Foster
BOOM!
Dark storm clouds churned in the vast expanse of space, and thunder cracked like the wrath of the gods, echoing through the sky. The world around them lost its former glow, swallowed by an abyss of pitch-black darkness.
Thick fog and ominous clouds veiled the entire sky. Fierce winds howled, tearing across the heavens like a cosmic storm unraveling reality itself.
Bolts of lightning streaked through the chaos, illuminating the void with their deadly brilliance, each flash sending chills down the spines of those witnessing the spectacle.
"Fury, the magnetic field is highly unstable! What are your orders?"
A sharp voice crackled through Maria Hill's earpiece. She pressed a hand against it, her face grim.
"Find an open area and land the Quinjet safely!"
Nick Fury peered out the window, his expression grave. There was no fighting against the forces of nature—not even with the best aircraft at their disposal.
BANG!
Just as the words left his lips, a deafening impact rattled the aircraft. The Quinjet lurched violently as something heavy crashed onto its hull.
Everyone instinctively grabbed onto the nearest object, bracing themselves against the violent shake.