Standing Shoulder to Shoulder with Gods

"Whether it works or not, we'll find out by trying." Donnie looked up at that planet-sized head. The sacred mountain of Agamotto's Sanctum beneath Tri-Gong's backside looked like nothing more than a small hill. Tri-Gong chuckled softly, his voice brimming with malice. He extended a finger, its long, sharp nail carrying an endless stench of blood, and pointed it at Donnie. A human relying on the Infinity Stones? Nothing but an ant. He had destroyed countless universes. He had no idea how many people like Donnie he had killed.