obito n marvel (remake)

The battlefield had become a fractured realm of power—Gods, sorcerers, heroes, and warriors clashed in an epic display of energy. Jason, caught in the midst of an overwhelming assault from the Avengers, the Asgardian forces, the mystic defenders, and the might of Wakanda, was barely holding his ground. Though his abilities were formidable, the combined might of the world's greatest heroes was pushing him into a corner. But Jason was not a mere survivor—he was a conqueror, and his path to supremacy would not be denied.

That's when the ground trembled, and the skies cracked open with an ominous roar. A force unlike any other entered the fray.

A figure emerged from the depths of the earth—Apocalypse. The ancient, god-like mutant, who had long been a legend in his own right, stood at the entrance of the battlefield. His body, covered in a suit of armor-like exoskeleton, radiated an aura of raw power. His eyes, glowing a sinister blue, surveyed the chaos before him with disdain. For all the talk of gods, sorcerers, and heroes, Apocalypse saw them as weak and fleeting. He was eternal—born of a time when the world had been young, and his philosophy was simple: survival of the fittest. Only the strongest should rule.

And now, he had decided to ally with Jason Uchiha, the man whose ambition mirrored his own.

Jason had felt the disturbance moments before Apocalypse arrived. His senses, heightened by the Sharingan, had picked up the massive surge of power. He turned, seeing the towering figure of Apocalypse stepping onto the battlefield, causing the very earth beneath him to shake.

"Apocalypse?" Jason's voice was a mixture of curiosity and grim anticipation. He knew the legend of the mutant, his strength, and his intelligence. His reputation had spread far and wide. But why was he here?

Apocalypse's voice was deep, like the rumble of the earth itself. "Jason Uchiha. I've watched your rise. Your power is formidable, but you have yet to learn one thing—a ruler must not just conquer; he must reshape the world to his vision. And I see in you the potential for that… if you have the will to go further. I offer you my strength, my guidance, and together, we will end this foolish resistance. These pretenders will bow before us."

Jason felt his heart race. Apocalypse's words were laden with wisdom, power, and ambition. For a brief moment, he considered the potential of this alliance—two forces, united under a single vision, could bring the world to its knees.

"I accept," Jason said, his voice cold with conviction. With a swift motion, he summoned his Mangekyō Sharingan and activated his Kamui. The rift between dimensions tore open before him, allowing a cloned army of Uchiha to pour out like a wave, rushing to the battlefield to aid in their fight against the Avengers, Asgardians, and Wakandans. Apocalypse raised his hand, and his mutant abilities amplified his power, causing the air around him to ripple with energy.

The battlefield erupted into chaos once again, but now the scales had shifted.

Thor, still in the heat of battle with Jason's clones, felt a sudden tremor beneath his feet. His eyes narrowed as he saw the arrival of Apocalypse. The god of thunder had faced countless foes in his time, but nothing like this. He swung Mjolnir toward a group of Jason's clones, but the air around him began to crackle with energy. A blast of pure force erupted from Apocalypse's hands, sending Thor crashing into the ground, his hammer spinning away from him.

"By the All-Father, this is not possible!" Thor roared, pushing himself up.

"Your father's power means nothing here, Thunder God," Apocalypse spat, his voice dripping with disdain.

Iron Man, taking stock of the situation, quickly analysed the new threat. Apocalypse was no ordinary foe—he was beyond even the likes of Ultron or Thanos. The sheer magnitude of his power was overwhelming. But Tony Stark had faced worse. His mind raced, calculating the best approach to combat this new force. His suit was already adapting, and he activated his EMP pulse to disable some of the mutants in the area, but it was clear this wouldn't be enough.

"We need a plan. Now." Stark said, his voice filled with urgency as he looked toward the other Avengers.

"We're not facing normal enemies anymore." Black Widow growled, watching Apocalypse battle Thor with ease. "We need to hit him hard and fast, all at once."

But they were too late. Apocalypse had already begun his offensive, and his first strike was devastating.

Jason, watching from the edge of the battlefield, felt a surge of power as he and Apocalypse coordinated their attacks. Apocalypse was a god in his own right, wielding the ancient power of his celestial technology and his own mutant abilities. He manipulated the very forces of nature, creating earthquakes, tempests, and energy blasts that decimated the Avengers' ranks.

In the midst of the chaos, Jason turned to his clones and unleashed his Kamui once more, creating portals and displacing Avengers and other enemies in isolated pockets, rendering them ineffective.

"Keep them scattered. We need to separate them, take away their power." Jason whispered, as he felt the battlefield grow chaotic.

The Black Panther, ever the strategist, was quick to react. His vibranium suit was a powerful tool, but against Apocalypse's overwhelming force, it was difficult to keep up. T'Challa engaged with Apocalypse, using his speed and agility to dodge strikes, while trying to land quick blows. But the sheer power of Apocalypse's mutations and armor proved more than a match.

"You fight well, king of Wakanda, but you are not the fittest." Apocalypse sneered, swatting Black Panther aside with one motion.

Meanwhile, Moon Knight, known for his unpredictable methods, seemed to thrive in the chaos. His enhanced strength and combat skills, backed by the power of Khonshu, gave him an edge against the numerous clones of Jason. But even he, in his unpredictable style, found himself overwhelmed by the scale of the battle.

"I thought I was the crazy one." Moon Knight muttered as he fought. "This guy... he's on another level."

But even with all their strength, the Avengers were faltering. They had never encountered a threat like Apocalypse and Jason together. The two were a force of nature, their combined power creating a rift that tore apart the battlefield. They were not merely fighting for control—they were reshaping the world around them, forging an empire from the ruins of the old.

Jason's eyes glinted with malice as he watched his enemies weaken. His Mangekyō Sharingan pulsed with power, amplifying his ability to manipulate the battlefield. Apocalypse, with his mutant abilities, followed suit, tearing apart their forces with ease.

"This is our moment." Jason's voice rang out as he observed the chaos unfold. The Avengers, now scattered and broken, had no chance of stopping him. S.H.I.E.L.D., Wakanda, the Asgardians, and the mystic defenders were nothing compared to the combined might of Uchiha and Apocalypse.

"The world is mine to shape. You have all failed." Jason's voice was cold, but filled with a sense of satisfaction. "And once I am finished, this war will be remembered as the day the weak were purged, and the strongest claimed their rule."

Apocalypse stood at his side, a smile forming beneath his helmet. "Together, we will be unstoppable. The world will tremble before us."

As the battlefield continued to burn, the last remnants of the Avengers and their allies stood powerless before the oncoming storm. With the combined might of Apocalypse and Jason Uchiha, the world was already beginning to crumble. And in the aftermath, only one name would be remembered:

Uchiha Obito.