As Gojo In Marvel (MCU)

(Attendance please…)

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Sometimes, people just can't save everyone. That is the hard, cold reality of a world that isn't some fantasy story, where the hero always wins and celebrates with a wedding, a honeymoon, and a kingdom to rule. 

Someone had to make the harder choice. Ultron hadn't waited; he'd activated his device before they even arrived, and the city was already eight to ten percent on its way into the atmosphere.

This forced them to prioritize the evacuation first and foremost, a race against time they were losing. 

S.H.I.E.L.D.'s rescue pods were about to be full, and the time it would take to unload and reuse them… it was time they simply didn't have, a luxury that, for whatever unlucky reason, was not afforded to them.

"Cap, it's not going to work!" Tony's voice crackled over the comms, filled with a desperate finality. "It just doesn't work like that! We have to choose, and the answer is as plain as it can be… we have to blow it up. If this thing hits the surface, it's not just the people on this rock who die, it's everyone on the ground for hundreds of miles. No one will be left alive. And I choose the surface. I choose the world. I'm sorry about that, but it's just how it is."

Tony then gave his order. "Jarvis, get everyone you can on those last pods. If they don't want to leave… use force if necessary." As he finished, he flew down, heading towards the underside of the levitating city. 

What he meant by "everyone" was painfully clear: the remaining Avengers, and any civilians he could physically lift and carry after that.

Gojo watched this all unfold, a silent observer of a tragedy he had inadvertently reshaped. By simply existing here, he had already altered the course of the MCU in ways he couldn't fully comprehend. 

If he did nothing now, if he let this play out, it would be a "what if" scenario where Ultron might actually succeed. He didn't have a choice but to help, in whatever way he could. 

And as for simply not allowing Ultron to be born… it was too late for that. He couldn't kill Ultron at the start, not with his internet access. 

He could kill him now, but only if not a single drone, not a single fragment of his consciousness, was allowed to escape.

And just like that, the impossible happened. The city stopped rising. It shuddered, and then, slowly at first, it began to fall. Everyone was confused. "Jarvis, what happened?!" Tony yelled, his voice filled with alarm.

In the ensuing panic, Pietro, with a final burst of incredible speed, made sure his sister was safe, getting her onto one of the last departing rescue pods. He had to make a desperate leap at the end, but they were both on board, safe.

Jarvis replied, his voice calm amidst the chaos, "Sir, no one is at the core. It appears Ultron had an alternative method to initiate the descent. He was likely using the core as a feint… making fun of the Avengers one last time, perhaps."

Gojo, too, was confused. This wasn't how it happened in the movie, but considering the butterfly effect his presence had caused, it wasn't out of the question. Ultron, the master manipulator, had played them all.

"Jarvis, get everyone on those pods!" Tony commanded.

"Yes, sir," Jarvis replied.

"Jarvis," Gojo finally spoke, his voice cutting through the comms with a new, strange authority, "do that, and tell me the second it's done. Tony, get out of there. Now."

"What are you talking about, Satoru?!" Tony said, confused. "I have to get inside and blow it up! It's the only way to break it apart!"

"I can do that from the outside," Gojo stated simply. "But you need to get out of there. I am going to erase Sokovia. And there will be casualties if you are anywhere near it… including you. Get clear." 

Before Tony could argue, Gojo warped, appearing beside the Iron Man armor. He pulsed Blue, and Tony was sent tumbling away, pushed out from under the falling city by an invisible, irresistible force.

Gojo had already made his preparations. The countless small orbs of Blue and Red he had been creating beneath the city, the ones he'd used to speed up the pods and destroy drones, had also been for this exact moment.

He warped again, appearing far below the descending landmass, at the very center of the shimmering, unseen net of Cursed Energy he had woven. 

And then, he began to chant. 

He brought his hands together, fingers interlaced. The orbs of attractive Blue and repulsive Red began to converge, to swirl around him, their energies crackling, distorting the very air.

"Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue."

"Cursed Technique Reversal: Red."

"Hollow Technique: Purple."

The surrounding atmosphere grew heavy, the air thick with an oppressive, unimaginable power as the two opposing forces began to merge, to become something else entirely. Something absolute.

The resulting sphere of energy, a swirling vortex of purple, was stronger than a normal Hollow Purple, but it wasn't enough. 

Not for something this large, a city spanning two to three kilometers. Gojo knew he had to push it further, to buff it, to create a Hollow Purple so vast and indiscriminate that it wouldn't just destroy; it would annihilate. 

But doing so would take a terrible toll on him. This body, young and inexperienced, might not withstand the backlash. He could be severely harmed, half his body might be vaporized… but it was the only way.

He continued his chant, his voice resonating with ancient power, pouring more and more of his Cursed Energy into the burgeoning sphere of purple annihilation.

"Nine Ropes. Polarized Light. Crow and Declaration. Between Front and Back."

The purple sphere behind him grew, becoming a massive, terrifying orb of pure destructive potential. 

Once launched, it would erase everything in its path. Gojo himself would be at the edge of its effect, but even he would not escape unscathed.

All he needed now was the signal. He opened his comms one last time. "Jarvis… is it done?! Is everyone clear?!"

"Yes, Satoru," Jarvis's voice came back, clear and precise. "Everyone is clear."

Gojo smiled, a wide, almost feral grin of pure, unadulterated power. "Good," he said. "Tell Tony… to come and get me when I'm done with this. After everything here is destroyed… I'll probably be unconscious. And maybe… severely injured."

"Yes," Jarvis replied.

The purple behind him pulsed, ready…

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The city was falling. It wasn't just falling under its own weight; Ultron, in a final act of spite, had activated thrusters hidden within the rock, pushing the massive landmass downwards, making it fall even harder and faster. 

It was a meteor of his own making, aimed at the heart of the world, designed to bring about a fresh start, a reset, just like the one that had wiped out the dinosaurs. 

But it wasn't going to be the new beginning Ultron had envisioned.

Gojo Satoru hovered directly in its path. He was a lone, small figure against the immense, descending shadow. 

Behind him, the terrifying sphere of Hollow Purple pulsed, a miniature sun of pure, absolute destruction. 

It thrummed with so much energy that it seemed to drink the light around it, a vortex of violet and black that promised to erase everything it touched, without preference, without mercy, including its user, Gojo Satoru himself, if he wasn't careful.

In just a few seconds, the falling city was terrifyingly close, filling his entire vision. The roar of its descent was deafening, the air thick with dust and the smell of ozone. 

Gojo, a calm, almost serene expression on his face, took a final, steadying breath. He aimed the pulsing orb of annihilation.

"Hollow Technique," he whispered, his voice almost lost in the roaring chaos, yet carrying the weight of an absolute command. "Purple."

And then, he unleashed it.

The destruction began. The orb of Hollow Purple shot upwards, not as a beam, but as an expanding wave of pure erasure. 

It was silent at first, a void that simply consumed the sky. It met the leading edge of the falling city, and the rock, the buildings, the very earth itself, did not shatter or explode. 

It's simply… ceased to exist. Disintegrated. Wiped from reality as if it had never been there at all.

The Purple grew, feeding on the matter it consumed, expanding at an incredible rate. 

It was like a monstrous, hungry mouth opening wider and wider, swallowing the city whole. 

It enveloped the foundations of the airborne island, the tangled roots of trees, the concrete basements of buildings, all of it vanishing into the violet abyss. 

The terrifying sound of the city's descent was replaced by the even more terrifying sound of… nothing. A perfect, consuming silence at the heart of the destruction.

From the ground, the Avengers and the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents on the Helicarrier could only watch in stunned, horrified awe. 

It was as if a piece of the night sky had been torn away and was now eating the falling earth. 

The sun itself seemed to dim as the sphere of Hollow Purple swelled to an unimaginable size, its violent, churning energy visible even from miles away.

The Purple didn't just destroy; it was unmade. Streets, cars, parks, houses, the church where the final battle had taken place, all of it was devoured by the relentless, expanding void. 

It was an absolute power, a force that did not discriminate between stone, steel, or the unfortunate souls still left on the falling landmass. It was a terrible, necessary cleansing.

And at the very edge of this apocalyptic event stood its creator. Gojo was consumed by it too. The backlash from unleashing such an immense, buffed version of his technique was catastrophic, even for him. 

He felt the edges of the Purple tear at his own body. His vision blurred, his body screamed in protest as the very fabric of his being was pushed to its absolute limit, and then beyond. 

The immense strain of creating and controlling such a vast, indiscriminate power was more than his young, still-acclimating body could fully handle. 

He felt his consciousness begin to fray, the world dissolving into a haze of pain and overwhelming energy.

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As the last piece of the falling city of Sokovia was swallowed by the violet abyss, the massive sphere of Hollow Purple, its purpose fulfilled, began to contract. 

It imploded upon itself, shrinking with incredible speed until, with a final, silent flash, it simply vanished, leaving nothing but an empty, echoing sky.

And in that empty sky, Gojo Satoru, his broken and battered body which was half crunched, his one eye destroyed, was levitating, conscious or unconscious, fully unknown.

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A/N: So, How was it? So after this only aftermath remain and killing the last drone of Ultron which is his own broken body.

Q: So, Should Gojo save ultron like letting him download it on a end to end encrypted smart watch (not connected to Internet) or just finish the story.

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