"Them!?"
The Dark Watcher visibly froze. He scrutinized Alex's face but found only unshakable confidence. He didn't understand—how could Alex still speak like that at a time like this?
A faint blue glow shimmered in the Watcher's eyes as he tried to peer into the source of Alex's certainty—but saw nothing. Everything was unfolding just as planned. At that very moment, Magneto's forces had already stormed the United Nations compound.
Human soldiers, unprepared and overwhelmed, were obliterated with ease by the oncoming wave of mutants. Not even nuclear weapons could get close—not under Magneto's immense magnetic field.
Hundreds of mutants, each with unique and devastating powers, were united as one. It was a force no nation or organization on Earth could possibly counter.
To make matters worse, Magneto had reforged the shell of the Wild Sentinel, wrapping it in metal so that he could control it freely—turning it into a walking catastrophe.
No guns, no armies, no backup. Just that towering, hundred-meter-tall death machine leading the charge. In under half an hour, the mutants had reduced half of New York to rubble.
The Dark Watcher, despite his usual cold detachment, felt the tension in his chest settle into a grim certainty.
Turning his gaze back to Alex, his brows furrowed as he spoke: "I don't know where this confidence of yours comes from... but everything is already sealed. You came to this world alone. There is nothing you can do. Even if you tried summoning the heroes from the Wasteland, it wouldn't matter. Any interference from outside forces would just cement the timeline—you've lost!"
"In 19 minutes and 54 seconds, Magneto will stand atop the ruins of the UN and proclaim mutant supremacy. The timeline will stabilize. Everything ends."
Alex chuckled softly at the warning.
"Nineteen minutes?"
"That's plenty."
---
1942.
Allied Military Base, Europe.
The continent still burned under the boots of war. Civilians were dying by the thousands, caught between advancing fronts. But amidst the chaos—hope was en route.
Strong, young men stepped forward, pledging service to their nation. On these bloodstained battlefields, everyone had a role to play. The determination to crush the Axis powers was absolute.
Victory—at any cost.
---
"Good morning."
Inside a top-secret American laboratory, Dr. Erskine extended a hand to a confused but determined young man—Steve Rogers. Just as they shook hands, a flash of light went off, nearly blinding them both.
"Please," Erskine said with a frown. "No photos. Not until we succeed."
Steve stood awkwardly, his eyes locked on the center of the room—at a large coffin-like chamber lined with wires and tech he couldn't begin to understand. Tension crept into his posture.
He hadn't been told much before arriving. Or rather—he knew the idea of what was going to happen, but not the reality. And now, standing here in the flesh, it all felt very, very real.
"Are you ready?" Dr. Erskine asked.
Steve Rogers didn't answer with words—he simply nodded, firmly and without hesitation.
"Good."
Dr. Erskine waved to the rest of the lab technicians to begin preparations, then turned to Steve again.
"Remove your shirt, tie, and hat, then lie down in the chamber."
Steve paused for a brief second at the instruction but said nothing. Quietly, he began to undress and followed the order without complaint.
Behind him, Agent Peggy Carter noticed and quickly turned away, trying not to stare. She stepped closer to Dr. Erskine and spoke to him in a hushed voice.
"You're sure this is going to work, right?"
"No one can be a hundred percent certain before it succeeds," Erskine replied calmly. "But science is precise. And believe me, I want this project to succeed more than anyone else here."
"I know, Doctor, but…"
Carter tried to continue, but Erskine gently cut her off.
"I know what you're thinking. Believe me, I worry about this kid's safety more than you do. He's a good man. That's why I'm willing to give him this chance. But you also need to understand—sending regular soldiers to fight in a battlefield overrun by mutants? That's suicide."
Carter fell silent for a moment, then gave a reluctant nod.
"…I understand."
Just then, a sudden commotion echoed from outside the lab doors, grabbing both their attention immediately.
With a quick glance toward Erskine, Carter turned and strode toward the entrance.
There, several high-ranking generals and senators had gathered—and standing before them were two well-dressed, unfamiliar men in expensive suits.
"What's going on here?" Carter asked, frowning as she stepped up to them.
"Agent Carter, these two uninvited gentlemen tried to enter without clearance," Senator Brandt snapped, pointing directly at one of them. "We suspect they might be enemy spies."
"Oh, come on now," the man replied with a relaxed grin. "What kind of spy waltzes in through the front door?"
Despite being accused, the man showed no anger—only a confident smile as he turned to Peggy Carter, his gaze filled with admiration.
Carter had seen that kind of look more times than she could count. She didn't flinch. Instead, she first calmed Senator Brandt with a polite word, then exchanged quick signals with the nearby general and the guards, finally stepping up to the two men.
"Margaret—Peggy—Carter. And you are?"
"Dean Winchester," said the man with the striking green eyes and a grin that carried the easy confidence of a seasoned field agent. He extended a hand, which Carter briefly shook.
"This is my brother, Sam. We're agents. CIA."
"Central Intelligence Agency," Carter echoed, her expression flickering with realization.
If anyone outside of military command knew the precise date, time, and location of this covert Super Soldier experiment, it would be the CIA. And CIA agents were known to operate under deep cover—verifying their identities wasn't always a simple task.
Still, just saying they were with the CIA wasn't enough to win her trust. Especially with the way Dean was looking at her—it was too relaxed, too… knowing. Something about it felt off.
"Can you provide me with your superior's name and contact info?" Carter asked coolly. "I need to verify your identities. As far as I know, this experiment doesn't fall under CIA jurisdiction. You don't have authorization to be here."
"I'm aware."
Dean nodded, then leaned in slightly, speaking quietly into her ear.
"But we got word that a foreign agent plans to assassinate someone during today's procedure. That kind of thing? That's very much our jurisdiction."
Carter's expression shifted ever so slightly at his words. She tilted her head, locking eyes with him, quietly evaluating the truth behind what he'd just said.
"Trust me, sweetheart," Dean said with sincerity. "This isn't something I'd joke about."
("Ladies and gentlemen...")
A sudden voice rang out, instantly silencing the room.
Everyone turned toward the source. Through the bulletproof glass, they saw Dr. Erskine in the lower lab holding a microphone. It was clear—the experiment was about to begin.
("Today, we do not take a step toward destruction...")
("But for the first time—toward peace.")
Seeing this, Peggy Carter lost all interest in arguing with the two CIA agents. She turned to them, sternly asking, "Are you certain your intel is legit?"
"Absolutely," Sam replied in a low, steady tone.
Carter locked eyes with Dean and Sam for a moment, reading their expressions. Then, she gave a firm nod.
"You'll stay right here. No wandering. I'll assign men to watch you. If either of you so much as flinches out of line—we'll drop you where you stand."
With that, Carter waved a sharp hand gesture to the armed guards beside her, signaling them to keep an eye on the brothers. She turned and exited through the door.
Below, Dr. Erskine's voice continued to echo through the lab.
("First...")
("We'll inject small doses of the serum into the subject's major muscle groups. The serum will rapidly alter his cells and stimulate accelerated growth. After that, we'll irradiate the subject with vita-rays to stabilize the reaction and ensure safety.")
Up in the observation gallery, Dean and Sam had retreated to a quiet corner. Most of the VIPs in the room didn't even give them a second glance. After all, in a room full of generals, senators, and top brass—what weight did a couple of CIA spooks carry?
And since the two carried no visible weapons and hadn't shown any mutant traits, no one regarded them as a threat. Even if they were foreign agents, without powers or gear, they were harmless.
"Who would've thought, huh?" Sam said quietly beside Dean, eyes wide with awe. "We're standing in the place where Captain America is about to be born."
"Crazy," Dean nodded, smiling. "Time travel isn't new for me. Back with Castiel's help, I've been to the past before—but man, this mission Alex gave us..."
"Oh, so you do remember the mission?" Sam cut in, rolling his eyes. "I figured your head was full of nothing but Agent Carter by now."
"Hey, c'mon," Dean frowned. "Appreciating a beautiful woman doesn't mean I've forgotten the mission. Besides, if we hadn't shown up, that beautiful woman—and everyone here—would be dead. Just showing a little gratitude."
"Yeah, yeah..." Sam sighed, brushing past the topic and giving his brother a light nudge with his shoulder.
"Save it. It's starting."
Their eyes turned back to the experiment platform. Dr. Erskine stood beside Steve Rogers, lifting the mic once more.
("Injecting serum. Countdown: Five...")
(Four...)
(Three...)
(Two...)
BOOM!!!
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