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- If you want to know, this whole situation is bad, the only thing that could go better is if those damn "superheroes" died.
The TV in the VIP ward of the hospital turned off.
- Hey, leave it, I was watching.
Happy Hogan, head of security for Stark Industries, couldn't stand watching this nonsense any longer and turned to look at the patient in the room.
- Tony, how can you watch this?
The patient himself was feeling quite well. There were no signs of injury on him, the only reason he was there was a personal threat from his CEO that if he left the room, there would be punishment.
- That's the only thing here. Watching all these people go crazy.
- Tony, this is not funny people... - they were distracted by Bruce's banner entering the room
- Oh Bruce, tell me I can leave this place? Or at least give me something to work with, I'm dying of boredom here.
- Tony, only a couple of days have passed since Alexey performed the operation, plus you were exhausted from constant work, you need to rest.
- And where is he himself? He's probably resting somewhere already.
- Actually, according to my information - Happy checked his tablet - he has now returned to Russia and is calming his politicians down so that they don't take any serious action.
- You know, you're all in cahoots - in feigned anger, the patient stood up and began to pace the ward - I'll remember this to all of you.
No one took the billionaire's "threats" seriously.
- How are you doing Bruce? - Tony looked out the window trying to find something - you look refreshed.
A small smile appeared on the scientist's face – You know, everything is fine now, I can't believe it, after so many years I finally feel calm and don't feel the anger that was constantly inside me.
After Hulk fought his way through the destroyed complex, he screamed and returned control to Bruce.
- It looks like our "little" friend ate, played and decided to go to bed.
- Tony, this is not a game, Hulk has killed a lot of people.
- I know it's not a game, but you feel better because of it, right?
- Yes, but I wouldn't want to…
- Well then this is a solvable issue, if Hulk makes himself known again, let me know, we'll come up with something.
After the inner beast appeared for the first time, Bruce's life changed forever, as soon as his pulse went over 200 beats per minute, the Hulk appeared in its place. Stress, danger, even intimacy, all this and much more awakened the green guy. For many years he tried to fight it, but right now his body felt light and there was no pressure that if he relaxed, the Hulk would come into his life again.
- Bruce, I don't know much about you, but maybe while you have the opportunity you can relax.
Great idea Happy, we need to arrange a trip to Vegas for him: alcohol, women, he will need to undergo a full course of "Relaxotherapy".
- What "Relaxotherapy" in Vegas are you talking about, Tony?
While the conversation was going on, the men did not notice how the general director herself entered the room, and the look she cast at the patient did not bode well.
"And how can we get out of this when she holds all the cards?"
Several vans were driving through the city's night streets. Driving through most of the city, he entered the industrial area and stopped near one of the warehouses.
Well-armed men with machine guns and masks through which only their eyes were visible began to emerge from the vans, and at their head was a large man with clean-shaven skin under a helmet in a white, blue and red suit and a shield in his hands.
- You all know what to do! We get there and hack everyone who's there.
- Yes, captain! - the soldiers' quiet voices responded.
This was already the thirteenth or nineteenth mission for Alexei Shestakov, who began to be called the guardian of Russia or the government dog, depending on who was talking. But he did not consider himself either one or the other.
For many months after his release from Ledov's laboratory, he carried out missions across the country with a group of operatives consisting of government soldiers and the doctor's own small but personal army.
Preventing terrorism, rescuing hostages, attacking hostile cells. He did it all with great pleasure. The only thing he missed was more freedom between missions, but even that was better than sitting in jail.
Now there was a new mission, the goal of which was the complete destruction of the supply base used by the terrorists.
The squad, led by the super soldier, moved as quietly as possible to reach the warehouse that intelligence had pointed out to them.
Without saying a word and using only gestures, they began to get closer and closer to their target, some soldiers fell behind and began to disperse to take positions on the roofs and at the exit from the territory of future military operations.
Near the entrance to the building there were two people standing and talking, they could have been mistaken for ordinary workers who work the night shift, but the weapons sticking out from under their clothes showed that they were not just workers.
In order to make less noise, two soldiers went to eliminate them quietly. If one was taken out with a good blow from the butt of a machine gun, then the woman who was sent to them several missions ago made a good undercut and finished off this man with one blow.
The Guardian was not the leader of the group, but was considered more of a symbol and a shock force, so he did not know all those with whom he worked. This person appeared in their squad several missions ago and showed herself to be a professional in her field. If it were not for the certainty that all the widows are now in Dreykov's service, he would have taken her for one of them.
Having removed the two bodies from the passage, the assault began very quickly; there was no time to waste because the cameras could alert everyone inside.
The guard himself was the first to enter through the broken door, covering himself with a round shield and shooting from a pistol at those who were in the access zone. Then, several people with shields, but with more modern models, followed him.
A shootout began, the people inside the warehouse quickly grabbed their weapons and began shooting back. While they were distracted, other soldiers began to penetrate through the windows, covered by snipers.
Almost overwhelming everyone who was here with firepower, the warehouse was cleared quickly. All those who managed to survive the beginning of the assault began to descend into the basement.
Having made sure that the area was safe, a search began. Opening the boxes revealed the presence of many different types of weapons and equipment.
- Good catch guys, now we need to smoke these rats out of there. - Alexey was in high spirits, from a well-done operation.
- We have a problem - the commander in charge of the mission approached Shestakov. - On our maps there are no rooms down here.
- So they could have anything there.
Similar problems were common during missions and never brought anything good for the group, most often there were many traps and ambushes to be set up.
- We have no choice but to finish them off completely anyway. - The guard, a little inspired, began to prepare to be a target for the enemies again.
Approaching the stairs that led down and were being watched by several people, the super soldier raised his shield and began a slow descent.
As we got closer to the end, grenades were thrown down which were supposed to distract if there was anyone there, but there was no one there.
A poorly lit corridor with no end in sight met a former prisoner and seven other people. It was very strange that they were not met on the approach, so it was very alarming and an attack was expected at any moment.
Moving carefully and looking ahead, his heightened hearing made him turn around. But there was only silence.
The only thing that caught my attention was that there were six of them besides him.
- We lost a fighter.
- Where is the diesel fuel? - One of the fighters at the end of the column was confused, because he was definitely not the last one.
Realizing that there was someone here, everyone dispersed and began throwing light sticks. One of the thrown sticks ended up near the boot of the so-called "solary" who was lying with and bleeding.
- Your mother - a clearly unrestrained soldier attracted attention to himself and received a direct hit from a knife right in the eye slit of the mask.
With the loss of another one, it was decided to call in more people, but a shootout began where they came from.
At that moment, an enemy appeared from the ceiling, covered by the light of a lamp, who had already been classified as especially dangerous. His most striking attribute was a metal arm with a bright red star on his shoulder.
Falling on two more and instantly killing one with his hand. And the second with another knife.
- This is a winter soldier bitch - at the moment of his identification one of the soldiers started shooting at him, but he dodged, covered himself with his body and was able to survive the hail of bullets.
The slight confusion from using their brother's body gave the terrorist the opportunity to attack. He threw the corpse aside, took out a pistol and ran to another one and fired a shot, and then another and another.
The last shot should have hit the woman, but the guard's shield was able to cover her.
A few seconds later, there were only three of them left in the corridor.
- Don't interfere, I can handle it myself.
The Guardian versus the Winter Soldier, like two fighters in a ring, stood and prepared to fight each other.
A quick dash with a shield was met with a blow from an iron hand. Strike, strike, dodge, shoot. Strike from above with the shield, jump back, block the blow to the legs.
Never before had the guard fought such a strong opponent in a combat situation, the soldier was not inferior in strength to the guard, and the iron hand gave him an advantage. Now Alexey was grateful that he had completed a training course, if not for this, he would have already lost.
The two super soldiers tried to kill each other by any means necessary. At one point, the winter soldier made a feint and was able to grab the shield with his hand and throw the guardian into the wall that was trying to hold him.
Throwing his shield aside, the winter soldier quickly walked towards the rising guard and began to strike.
Left punch block block punch right.
It was difficult to hold back the terrorist, especially when he had you pinned against the wall.
One missed blow to the side was enough for the first to be followed by a second to the leg and a third to the head.
Looking at the defeated enemy, the super terrorist raised his hand for a control blow, but then the girl forgotten in the battle made her move.
A blow to the back of the knee and a grab on the arm allowed him to maneuver and throw the soldier over himself, which created distance between them.
Bang bang bang
The soldier was able to protect himself from the bullets flying at his head with his hand and relentlessly walked towards the new enemy.
The new fight was completely different, the opponent was now smaller and faster. The blows were exchanged with grabs and throws until they managed to grab the woman's mask.
In order to escape, I had to leave the mask and the woman's identity became visible.
A young, beautiful woman with short platinum hair looked at her target, her face devoid of any emotion.
Before the next round began, they started shooting at the masked man from the corridor. Realizing that they wouldn't let him finish here, he started running away, and the blonde went in pursuit of him.
Having come to his senses a little, Alexey could not believe what he saw.
- Lena, is it really you? - old memories that he had not appreciated before began to weigh on him. He had no desire to leave her to fight the winter soldier alone, so the negotiations pain Guardian stood up and went after them. Having run through several corridors and not finding anyone, he headed in a random direction. Entering a large room, he saw something he had never been prepared for.
- Your mother.
Boom
There were only two people working out in the gym at the moment, and one of them was now roughly sent down on the mat on his back.
- Ohhhh, can you be gentler, Natasha? I didn't think you'd beat me like that.
To which his opponent only smiled contentedly and called him over to her for a new round.
- Come on, come on, Alex, if I'm gentler with you, you'll relax.
After a light training session, sparring was suggested and here she is, sending him to the mat for the umpteenth time.
- If I wanted to relax with you, I would have chosen another place.
To which the girl made several blows and a sweep, after which her opponent again went flying.
With a satisfied smile, she stood and watched as one of the strongest heroes of the earth rose up only to fall again in the future.
"You know, it's not fair," the redhead's eyebrow rose, "I'm getting distracted."
And there was plenty to distract herself with. The sports top and tight pants served more as a skin cover than as a concealment of her athletic body.
- And you consider this another training session.
After which she made a maneuver and his head ended up between her thighs and using inertia sent him into a new flight.
You know if I ever die, it's better like this. Between your legs.
The comment she heard clearly excited her, but she was unable to start a new series because water bonds appeared around her arms and legs.
- This is unfair.
- Who would say, but to use your spy gadgets honestly?
- What kind of things are these?
As the girl hung in the air, Alex raised his hands to the level of her chest and began to bring them closer with the clear intention of what he wanted to do.
But at the last moment he directs them to her waist and begins to tickle.
The girl endures for a while, but then clearly begins to resist and try to break free, although it is clear from her face that she is holding back her laughter as best she can.
- Okay, that's enough for today - and having slapped her on the soft spot, he quickly went to the shower before the killer decided to take revenge on him.
The door to the office of the best, albeit unrecognized, doctor opened.
- And so I hold them all while they reach for the red button - Alex was telling an amazing story about saving the world after he returned from America, while the spy also pretended to admire this story - and then I still had to persuade everyone not to do stupid things.
"You're a real hero," the smile from such a false and made-up story never left her face, "and you saved the world, and you weren't even awarded."
- Yes, life is thankless, you have to be happy with what you have.
- Well, if you want – she came very close to him and began to speak in a seductive tone – we can spend the evening together, maybe we can find the right way….
He was already starting to have flashbacks to their previous night, but he forced himself to stop it and the smile disappeared from his face.
- Natasha, this is a very tempting offer, but I'm afraid you won't be in such a good mood by the evening. - Her eyebrow rose, clearly asking why. - I think you won't be in such a good mood this evening.
He took her by the shoulders and pushed her to sit down on the chair, and he went to his desk.
"I know we have an agreement, that's why you're here," all the lightness in her demeanor was gone, "and I'm going to keep it, so I ask you to sit here and be quiet.
Alex liked her professionalism and the fact that she understood when to do what she was told and when to take action.
Literally a minute later, a video conversation began from the computer.
- Good afternoon, General, how are you?
- Ahhh it's you, I didn't expect you to call me. - a large, elderly man with gray hair and glasses was sitting at a table against the backdrop of a bookcase. - My affairs don't really concern you. What do you want?
Hearing the voice of the man Natasha hated with all her soul brought back memories of the red room and her childhood. Ledov said that he had previously been connected with Dreykov, but the fact that he could call and talk to him like that was a big revelation for her.
- When we agreed that one of your widows would join the cleanup team, you didn't mention that it would be her.
- Does this matter? We agreed that I would provide you with information and ask for my agent to be in the group.
- It so happened that this particular widow is of some importance to me.
- Well, that's good, it means you're interested in her not dying.
Natasha listened to their conversation and anger boiled inside her. Dreykov spoke of her sister as if she were a consumable that could be thrown away if she became unnecessary. And even if she grew up the same way. It only showed how much she didn't like it.
- Maybe so, but you should guess that I am not doing this for myself, but if you give her to me, then believe me, I will not be greedy and will compensate you for the loss of such an asset.
Natasha could hear laughter on the screen, but she could not see the general's face from her position.
- I'm sure you can offer me something, but even if I agree and hand her over. That red-haired beast will immediately go looking for me. So tell her that if she appears anywhere near me, her little sister will be in a very bad way.
At that moment, this beast jumped up from her chair and stood next to the owner of the office, looking at the face of the man she hated so much.
- This beast heard everything, don't worry, I'm sure we'll meet soon and then you'll regret that you didn't agree to do everything the good way.
After which she pressed the button and the session was interrupted. So many bad memories needed to be released, but the only person who was there was trying to help her, so he definitely didn't deserve to be taken out on.
- Let's go - seeing her state, Alex understood that she needed to take a little break, so he put his arm around her waist and led her out of the office - we have something to talk about.