obito n marvel (remake)

The war was escalating, and Jason could feel the tension crackling through the air. His forces had delivered devastating blows to S.H.I.E.L.D., and the X-Men, Fantastic Four, and even the Brotherhood were mired in internal chaos, ripe for his influence. But there was one thing Jason hadn't accounted for—the Avengers.

The Avengers were the shining symbol of hope and unity, a force that had stood against all manner of threats, both terrestrial and alien. But now, they had become something else—something more dangerous. They were no longer simply defenders of the world; they were a vengeful force seeking to right the wrongs done to their fallen comrades in S.H.I.E.L.D.. And Jason, now the architect of the chaos that had crippled S.H.I.E.L.D., had made himself their primary target.

The first move came from Captain America. The super-soldier's shield had long been a symbol of hope, but now it gleamed with fury. Steve Rogers, having witnessed the destruction of S.H.I.E.L.D. and its leaders, had become a man of singular purpose. The mission was clear—revenge.

"We need to hit them where it hurts," Captain America growled, the weight of the situation hanging on his shoulders. "This war isn't just against us—it's against everything that S.H.I.E.L.D. stood for. If they want to see us broken, then we'll make sure they understand what it means to go against the Avengers."

With those words, the Avengers—now gathered under his leadership—mobilized. The team, once made up of a ragtag group of heroes, had grown more focused. They were no longer simply a team of individuals; they were a cohesive force, bound together by a common purpose—revenge for the damage done to S.H.I.E.L.D. and its operatives.

The first target was one of Jason's most important facilities—an underground base in the Arctic that housed his research on mutating DNA and enhancing his forces with Uchiha DNA. The Avengers knew this place well. They had kept a watchful eye on Jason ever since his rise to power, knowing that he had to be stopped. They struck with precision, a well-coordinated assault designed to overwhelm any defenses.

Iron Man flew through the sky, his suit's thrusters roaring as he hovered over the facility. "I'll take out the perimeter defenses," he said, his voice transmitting through his helmet's comms. "Make sure you're all ready for what's inside."

"Roger that, Tony." Black Widow's voice crackled through their earpieces. "We'll handle the inside. Get in, get out. No unnecessary risks."

It wasn't the first time they'd faced a high-stakes mission, but this felt different. The stakes were personal now. They weren't just fighting for peace or justice; they were fighting for vengeance.

Inside the facility, Jason watched through his surveillance feeds, his eyes narrowing as he saw the Avengers storming his base. His heart raced with excitement—the Avengers had arrived sooner than expected. But he wasn't worried. He had planned for this.

He had spent months preparing his defenses, reinforcing every location he had claimed. Clones of himself—perfect replicas—were scattered across his bases, waiting for intruders. The clones were powerful, but they lacked the individuality of the original Uchiha. They were tools, extensions of Jason's will, and they were ready to strike.

Jason stepped into the shadows, activating his Sharingan and weaving the necessary seals to manipulate his clones. They would deal with the Avengers, making sure to buy him enough time to escape if things turned sour. It wasn't about fighting them head-on; no, it was about letting them fall into the traps he had laid out for them.

The Avengers made their way deeper into the facility, only to find themselves surrounded by darkness. Spider-Man, swinging through the shadows, caught sight of a clone of Jason standing at the end of a long corridor, his eyes glowing with the eerie power of the Sharingan.

"Guys, we've got company!" Spider-Man shouted, but before anyone could react, the clone moved. In the blink of an eye, the clone had already vanished, leaving only a trail of mist in the air.

"What was that?" Thor grunted, his mighty hammer, Mjolnir, raised and ready for battle. "A trick of the gods? I'll have words with him."

"That's not an illusion. That's one of his clones." Black Widow said, her eyes scanning the room for any sign of movement. "Jason's not here. He's sending his copies to fight us."

As the Avengers advanced, the clones began to attack. They were quick, brutal, and ruthless, with fire-style jutsu sending fireballs toward Iron Man and genjutsu attempting to disorient the entire team. Spider-Man swung between them, dodging their attacks with his usual agility, but the clones were relentless.

Thor charged forward with his hammer, slamming it down on a clone, only for it to disintegrate into nothing but mist, reappearing elsewhere. Iron Man fired his repulsors in every direction, but the clones were too quick, dodging the blasts with ease.

"Enough games." Captain America's voice rang out, cutting through the chaos. He threw his shield with precision, catching one clone in the chest and sending it flying across the room. But even as the clone collapsed, it reformed and rose to its feet. Jason's clones were built to endure.

"You're going to need more than that, Cap," a cold voice echoed from the shadows.

Jason's figure emerged from the darkness, his eyes glowing red. The real Obito Uchiha had arrived. He had decided it was time to end this battle. No more clones, no more games. The Avengers would soon learn what it meant to challenge him directly.

"Jason Uchiha." Captain America's voice was full of resolve. "This ends now. For Nick Fury, for all of the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents you've hurt—this ends now."

Jason smiled beneath his mask, the corners of his mouth curling upward. "You think I care about your vengeance, Captain America? This world is built on conflict. On power. And you'll see—I will be the one who holds the true power. You're all just pawns in a game you can't even begin to understand."

With a sudden flash, Jason's Mangekyō Sharingan activated. In an instant, Captain America's world shifted. His vision blurred, his senses overwhelmed by a powerful genjutsu. He fought back, but it was no use. The world around him twisted, distorted into a never-ending nightmare, a prison of his own mind.

"Cap!" Spider-Man yelled, trying to break through, but he, too, was struck by the effects of the genjutsu. His body froze in place as illusions danced around him.

The Avengers fought valiantly, but they were outmatched. Iron Man deployed his latest suit upgrade, but it wasn't enough to withstand the combined force of Jason's jutsu and his clones. Even Thor, the god of thunder, found himself stymied by the complex layers of Jason's illusions, trapped in a false reality where he was no longer sure what was real.

Jason revelled in the chaos. This was no longer a mere war; it was a spectacle. The Avengers—heroes of Earth—had fallen prey to his power, and now they would see what true dominance looked like. He was no longer just a shadow in the world; he was a force of nature, a creator of chaos, and the Avengers' revenge had become a mere footnote in his grand plan.

But Jason wasn't done yet. He would push the Avengers to the brink, break them, and then he would emerge victorious. As the battle raged on, he knew that this war was far from over. S.H.I.E.L.D. would be rebuilt, the Avengers would regroup, but it wouldn't matter. The world was his playground now, and Obito Uchiha would not stop until he had claimed it all.

The Avengers would fight on—but they would never be the same again.