In the Triskelion, Nick Fury and Agent Hill monitored their team's actions from the command center.
When Captain America was easily controlled by the Purple Man, and Hawkeye's arrow failed, leaving all but Grant Ward under the Purple Man's control, Nick Fury thought that was the worst news of the night.
But he was wrong—within a second!
"HYDRA…"
"HYDRA…"
Every agent who revealed their affiliation under the Purple Man's command, except Hawkeye, was HYDRA!!!
Nick slammed his desk and stood up.
"Fuck fuck fuck, motherfucking fuck!!!"
He couldn't describe his rage!
He wasn't stupid. He'd just partnered with SHIELD, only to find it infested with HYDRA. What about the Skrulls…?
Cough cough.
Anyway, as SHIELD's director, eight out of ten agents were HYDRA!
For Nick Fury, it was a thunderbolt!
He wasn't naive. No one dared joke about HYDRA in SHIELD.
So, the agents' words could only be true.
John Garrett's attack on Coulson confirmed it.
Nick Fury realized he faced the biggest crisis of his tenure!
"Hill, contact all global division heads. Order them to wartime status. Supply truth serum unlimited. We must root out every HYDRA agent!"
"What about Garrett's direct subordinates?"
"Exterminate them!"
"Agents close to Garrett?"
"Kill them all, no exceptions!"
"What if other high-ranking agents are HYDRA?"
"Then we'll see how corrupted SHIELD truly is!"
Hill quickly edited orders for all divisions and initiated video calls.
But the calls failed, and the orders couldn't be sent.
Hill sighed, turning to Nick, who stared out the window.
"They're deeper than we thought. This mission might be our most meaningless."
"I see agents charging us already."
Nick sighed, pulling a unique gun from his pocket.
"Too bad Talos's super Skrulls haven't arrived. If one could replicate 30-50% of Heisenberg's power, the Skrull Empire would rise again!"
"Don't think about it. Tiya Taylor, pray to our ancestors. Grateful we die together."
Hill spoke solemnly, gripping her weapon.
But Nick, the Skrull named Tiya Taylor, didn't pray. He took a deep breath.
"Ayrida, you can't die!"
"But…"
"No buts. I'm the commander, right?"
"Yes!"
"Escape the Triskelion. Find Heisenberg. Reveal our identities. Trade a spaceship for his help!"
"He doesn't need a spaceship!"
"Even Captain Marvel needs one. No one enjoys endless space travel alone!"
"What about you? Let's break out together!"
"They won't give us a chance. I'll draw fire. If you're fast, you can save me before I die!"
Ayrida, the Skrull, finally resolved.
She rushed to the left wall, pressed a secret switch, revealing a small armory.
She grabbed a glider and strapped it on.
Meanwhile, Tiya Taylor, armed, stormed out.
Gunfire erupted as Ayrida dashed to the window.
She aimed, firing a blue plasma blast that melted the glass.
Without hesitation, she jumped.
…
Back on his rooftop, Heisenberg couldn't call the mansion his home.
No emotional ties—no family, love, or friendship.
But the rooftop and lounger felt oddly comforting.
After ten days in the Marvel world, the lounger calmed him.
He lay down, glancing at the unconscious Jessica, covered in Purple Man's remains. Disgusting.
Ding!
Heisenberg pressed the service bell.
"Send two people to take Jessica to her room!"
He closed his eyes, feigning sleep.
The staff arrived, nearly vomiting at the sight.
They carried Jessica away, calling for cleanup.
Before they returned, Erica and Crossbones arrived.
Seeing the Purple Man's remains, even they grimaced.
They nodded, then approached Heisenberg.
Heisenberg stood, gesturing to the dining area.
"Let's talk over there. This is gross!"
They moved 40 meters away.
"What'll you drink?"
"Champagne!" Erica.
"Gin!" Rumlow.
Hearing Rumlow's choice, Heisenberg smirked.
A professional agent, capable of leading spies. Better than Nick Fury.
Heisenberg grabbed his bourbon, their drinks, and sat.
Erica opened her champagne with a small fork.
Rumlow poured gin, offering it to Heisenberg.
Heisenberg raised his glass.
"To my stunning, capable Erica, and our new ally, my future best commander, Crossbones. Cheers!"
"Cheers!" ×2.
Heisenberg began.
"Rumlow just joined, but it's the same. Erica, you've been with me less than a day."
He turned to Erica.
"Don't worry. I killed Fisk ten days ago. Bullseye joined me a week before you."
Erica refilled his glass.
"Bullseye's role is managing underground networks. But gangs aren't my priority."
He pointed at Rumlow.
"I'll absorb HYDRA's power, like Fisk's legacy. But HYDRA's too big. You two aren't enough!"
"True, Boss!" Rumlow agreed.
"Right. I need you to identify HYDRA's best managers. Recruit, rely, and utilize them. Can you do it?"
Rumlow, meeting Heisenberg's gaze, felt intoxicated.
Not by alcohol, but by ambition.
He believed Heisenberg could achieve anything.
Could he lead HYDRA?
He nodded firmly.
"I can!"
He downed his drink, spilling some.
Heisenberg nodded, satisfied.
"Good. List everyone you know, heard of, or can think of. Bring them to me!"
"Yes, sir!" Rumlow replied.
Heisenberg turned to Erica.
"Get Fisk's global contacts from Bullseye. Protect every name Rumlow gives you. Do your best!"
"Yes, sir!" Erica bowed.
Heisenberg tapped the table.
"That's it. My 30,000 men in New York are yours. Give me results…"
Boom!!!
Before he finished, his beloved lounger was destroyed!
A figure leaped through the hole.
The lounger was gone, and Heisenberg's chest tightened.
"Hill, what the hell?!"
It was Hill, but she should be handling SHIELD. Why here?
Hill sprinted toward him, explaining.
"Kryptonian Heisenberg, I'm a Skrull refugee. I'll trade a spaceship for your protection!"
She turned green, her beauty morphing into a wrinkled, green-skinned monster.
Heisenberg…
(°_°)...
(╯°Д°)╯︵┻━┻!!!
"Pfft?!"
He spit out his drink.
"Replaced so soon? I wanted to hit on her!"
Heisenberg slumped, devastated.
"I wanted to pursue her… I'm not clean anymore…"