The war… was finally over.
For Peter, there had been a few unexpected twists along the way, but overall, everything had remained within his control.
Two Infinity Stones.
The Space Stone had been sacrificed—exchanged for a cultivation path that led directly toward transcendence. The power of that single punch had already proven its worth.
As for the Mind Stone—
It now rested quietly in his pocket.
After all, the two girls at home both had… certain issues related to their minds. This stone would be of immense help to Wanda and Jean.
All things considered—
This had been an absolute profit.
A massive one.
…
High above the clouds, after witnessing a sunrise so beautiful it felt almost unreal, the atmosphere between Peter and Wanda had reached its peak.
On a cloud formed from his own power—
Emotion overflowed.
And in that moment—
Their relationship crossed its final boundary.
Though they had already connected deeply within the mental realm before—
This time—
It was real.
Peter had gained a lot.
But he wasn't the only one.
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Somewhere in the aftermath of the crisis—
The moment the call for international assistance went out, Russia mobilized immediately.
A thousand soldiers.
Along with a massive logistical support team.
Using next-generation transport aircraft based on anti-gravity systems, they arrived with astonishing speed—almost right after S.H.I.E.L.D. touched down.
And when they appeared—
The world stared in shock.
A thousand troops—
Fully equipped.
Powered armor.
Energy weapons.
Personal energy shields.
Leaders across the globe were stunned.
The U.S. president nearly flipped his desk on the spot.
China and Japan almost choked on their drinks.
So this nation had been secretly building up strength all along?
And now—
It had revealed everything.
With such advanced equipment, the cleanup of the remaining Chitauri forces became almost trivial.
And since they arrived first—
They reaped the greatest rewards.
Because when they got there—
No one else had.
S.H.I.E.L.D. and the U.S. military had responded quickly, yes.
But their weapons—
Were useless.
Killing a single Chitauri soldier was difficult.
Because these weren't ordinary enemies.
They were soldiers of Thanos's army—feared across the universe.
Did anyone really think basic Earth firearms could handle them?
Their armor alone could shrug off conventional bullets with ease.
Otherwise, how could they survive in the harsh environment of space?
…
It wasn't until S.H.I.E.L.D.'s five hundred soldiers—equipped with Umbrella's advanced gear—arrived that things began to improve.
They were outclassed.
Better equipment.
Greater numbers.
Faster deployment.
The outcome was inevitable.
…
Russia took the biggest share of the spoils.
And these spoils—
Were priceless.
Even the weakest Chitauri soldier carried technology far beyond Earth's current level.
Their weapons.
Their armor.
Even a single fragment—
Was a treasure.
And beyond that—
There was something even more valuable.
The wreckage of the warship.
The one Peter had destroyed.
A top-tier interstellar vessel.
Even in the vast universe—
It was no small thing.
If any nation could fully reverse-engineer that technology—
It would mean stepping into the ranks of cosmic civilizations.
While others still fought over oil and gas—
They would already be mining resources on the Moon.
While others struggled to develop spaceflight—
They would be harnessing stellar energy.
This cleanup operation—
Would determine the future balance of power on Earth.
Whoever gained the most—
Would lead.
And right now—
That position clearly belonged to the Russia.
…
Even as other nations rushed in—
It was too late.
They lacked preparation.
They lacked equipment.
They lacked speed.
They couldn't compete.
Some in the U.S. quickly realized the situation and tried to intervene.
But it was already impossible.
First—
Russia held the moral high ground.
They had come as international support.
Second—
They were stronger with peter's weaponry.
…
And besides—
Russia wasn't alone anymore.
Other nations had arrived.
Dozens of them.
Even former enemies.
Some brought stretchers.
Some brought tools.
Some brought nothing but manpower.
But they all had the same excuse—
"International aid."
And no one could drive them away.
Seeing this, Russia adapted instantly.
Instead of monopolizing everything—
They shared.
"You can't fight them alone? No problem—we'll handle it together."
"You can't transport the materials? We'll help."
"We take first pick—but if you find something valuable, we'll buy it."
Simple.
Direct.
Effective.
And it worked.
…
Other nations quickly accepted the arrangement.
After all—
Russia had already gained the advantage.
Better to build a relationship now than oppose them.
Soon, a strange scene unfolded.
Every morning—
Russia's teams went out to "collect scrap."
And behind them—
Followed a line of nations.
Trying to force them out?
Impossible.
If the U.S. tried—
They wouldn't just face Russia.
They'd face everyone.
And now—
The situation had changed.
The federal structure was weakened.
The military command fractured.
The once-dominant superpower—
No longer inspired the same fear.
…
Because in this new world—
Strength spoke louder than anything else.
And above all of this—
There was one undeniable truth.
The true winner of this war…
Was not any nation.
But a single man.
Peter Parker.
And as the world scrambled to divide the spoils—
Countless eyes, both open and hidden, had already begun to shift toward him.
Some with gratitude.
Some with fear.
Some—
With ambition.
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