I'm working on Marvel's Spider-Man in American comics.

Chapter 642 Avengers vs. the Council of All Realms
As a dark elf, Malekith, like his people, possesses a racial weakness: a fear of iron.

Dark elves' fear of iron is like symbiotes' fear of fire and high-frequency sound waves—a weakness ingrained in their DNA. Of course, the degree of fear varies among different individuals. Malekith, as one of the best among the dark elves, is naturally not like an ordinary dark elf who can be directly killed by iron.

However, prolonged contact with iron still caused him to feel burning and pain, and in severe cases, it affected his spellcasting. As he was the leader of the opposing side in this war between worlds, he ended up getting a serious beating from Captain America and Tony.

One shield, made of the hardest alloy on Earth, Primal Adamantium, was aimed directly at Malekith's face. The other was simply covered in iron armor. It was like two people trying to beat up someone with a seafood allergy. Whether they could win or not was another matter, but it was definitely disgusting.

The fire giant Surtur was assigned to Thor, the Avengers' strongest fighter at the moment. It was hard to say whether Thor could defeat Surtur at this time, but no one was more suitable to deal with Surtur than him.

You can't just say that because the two are similar in size, you should let Pym fight Surtur, right? Could Pym possibly win?
"I will not allow you to come near Asgard, Surtur!" Thor, burning with rage at being unable to avenge his brother, slammed his hammer down on Surtur's head, followed by a torrent of lightning striking down from the dark clouds in the sky.

These lightning bolts not only struck Surtur, but also the large number of Wild Hunt knights that Malekith had just summoned. These poor Wild Hunt knights were turned into charred remains by Thor's lightning before they even had a chance to launch an attack.

Then, Thor rushed up and slammed his hammer into the other man's body, repeatedly striking Surtur.

"Wow, that guy is really furious... Speaking of which, if giants can control their size, then why are they even called giants?"

Peter wandered the battlefield, and while the executioner was being slapped down by Pym, he managed to snatch the axe from him. Then Strange, who had been casting spells to chase Amora, grabbed the axe. The Sorcerer Supreme weighed the axe in his hand and nodded in satisfaction.

"They are called giants because they are a separate species. In the Norse pantheon, giants are a race that is much older than the gods, a separate race, and giants at that time were generally larger, so that's how the name was passed down, Spider-Man."

As Strange answered Peter's questions, he frantically enchanted the axe, while Peter shrugged helplessly: "Of course I know, Doctor, I just... I just think... if they're basically the size of a human, maybe two or three meters tall at most, is it really appropriate to call them giants?"

"That's right, if everyone were only as big as me, then anyone could be a giant!"

The little wasp was probably just trying to liven things up... Anyway, no one was counting on her fighting ability. While Strange was enchanting the axe, she was responsible for constantly stabbing Amora with bio-electricity from behind. Amora was chased for quite a while before she realized what was chasing her, and then she began to cast a spell with a gloomy expression.

Then, several darts landed around Amora, causing a violent explosion.

The black panther landed smoothly.

"To be honest, I think the Iceman isn't enough to deal with that kind of thing; we'll probably need Ororo's help."

Black Panther casually threw a few more darts at Amora, then looked at the huge dark clouds in the sky: "In order to ensure our smooth operation, we must first ensure the safety of the Iceman, but this will not stop the spread of Fimbulwinter. We need to think of a way."

“I’ll take care of this. That thing is hanging on Malekith’s waist. Getting it shouldn’t be too difficult.” Peter said, watching Strange swing his axe and charge towards Amora. The Enchantress’s expression changed again, and she began to run around in all directions. The Sorcerer Supreme was indeed a fearsome figure.

Suddenly a muffled thud was heard, and the group turned around to see the troll Ulik being lifted up by Hulk with a roar, and then slammed down on the head of Surtur, who was now about the same size as Pym. Then Surtur was hit by Thor's hammer, and then Hulk leaped up and pounced on Surtur's head.

You ask what Pym is doing? He's lecturing the executioner, trying to persuade him to abandon evil and do good. If the executioner tries to resist, he'll slap him again and try to persuade him to abandon evil and do good again. "So... what do we do now?"

Bumblebee, realizing he couldn't seem to get involved, asked a question, while Black Panther noticed that Spider-Man had disappeared.

Oh, and there's the Ice Man, who doesn't actually need to do anything.

Peter and Iceman also arrived at Malekith's side. While Malekith was being beaten by Captain America and Tony, he used his spider silk to stick the Winter's Box to the ground, and then pulled hard. The Winter's Box, which was releasing the Fimbulwinter, was about to fall to the ground when Malekith realized this. He frowned, turned around and swung his sword, but only cut through a large area of ​​ice.

"Oh, it's nothing, you can continue. I just came to deal with some dangerous items."

The Iceman chuckled as he closed the Winter's Chest, then stepped through the Suspended Ring that Peter had opened. Malekith froze for a moment, then was blasted to the ground by Tony's cannon, followed by Captain America's lunge, slamming his shield into Malekith's face.

Malekith could only roar in frustration and anger.

"No!"

But at that moment, Loki appeared on the other side of the Suspension Gate, his hand resting on the Casket of Winter, which had vanished from the Iceman's grasp. The God of Lies chuckled as he looked at the mortals: "You are all truly too..."

"Did I neglect you? Did I forget about you?"

Peter put his hand on Loki's shoulder and asked Loki uncertainly, "Do you know how Mangog was banished just now? Do you want me to demonstrate it to you? Or show you how his hand was severed?"

Loki's smile froze. He looked at the utterly defeated Council of Worlds and sighed helplessly.

Can this bunch of guys really overthrow Asgard? Can they even storm Midgard?

He raised his hands in a French military salute.

"How about we talk this out, friend?"

Loki suddenly let go, tossing the Winter's Chest to the ground. Peter caught it with lightning speed, only to find Loki gone. He had replaced everyone fighting the Avengers with a massive illusion. Malekith then glared at the Avengers with resentment, opened the Wild Hunt portal, and left.

"You will pay the price, mortals!"

Peter, speaking on behalf of everyone, exclaimed, "Don't they have any new lines?"

(End of this chapter)