The sun rose in the distance almost like a painting as the Jet flew towards it. Their next destination was going to be their last. Kentucky. Otherwise known as Murderworld USA.
Once part of the United States, now just a sadistic theme park used to trap, torture and kill unwitting victims. This was the work of a man Frank had faced before. A man named Arcade.
Frank's thoughts were racing as he spaced out. The tortured memories of losing his family. He could still hear his wife screaming his name. "Frank. Frank! FRANK!" Bob screamed from the cockpit.
The vehicle was shaking violently. "Something's terribly wrong Frank! There's a thunderstorm approaching fast, and I'm pretty sure the sky up ahead has turned purple!"
"Impossible!" Said Taskmaster. "Unless... It's him." "Who's him?" Deadpool chirped as a large figure leaped from the ground towards the Jet.
"Incoming!" Bob shouted as the creature landed on the quinjet and ripped a wing straight off of the back. "We're going down!" Doom shouted.
The team all dashed for the parachutes. "We don't have enough!" Mystique cried out. "Then I guess I'm just gonna have to jump." Castle said as he stood by the escape hatch.
"Mjolnir! To me!" The punisher said as he grabbed the hammer and flew out the side of the plane.
As he soared through the sky he heard a loud roar, and was intercepted by the same being that tore the wing off the plane.
He was hit in the stomach by a large blow, and landed on unfamiliar ground. Castle recovered only to find himself on the moon....
With Thanos, the Mad Titan, standing before him.