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SHIELD Safehouse: Abandoned Warehouse, New York
The warehouse smelled like rust and decades of neglect with water dripping somewhere in the darkness, echoing off metal and concrete while dust motes drifted through shafts of light filtering through broken skylights. The building had been condemned years ago, which made it perfect for what Nick Fury needed.
A temporary command center.
Director Fury stood at the center of the open floor space with arms crossed and one eye scanning the assembled team, his most trusted operatives, the ones Xavier had personally screened and cleared, the ones he could trust with the impossible task of cutting the head off HYDRA while it was still embedded deep in SHIELD's body.
Steve Rogers leaned against a support pillar with arms crossed and his expression grim but determined, and this wasn't new to him but it never got any easier.
Natasha Romanoff sat on a crate, cleaning her pistol while her red hair caught the light, but her eyes stayed focused on her weapon. Now that she'd been seen on that damn broadcast, her mother had finally contacted her, and she couldn't wait to finish this whole mission and head back to Russia for her family reunion.
Clint Barton stood near a window with bow in hand, watching the street outside, and his posture looked relaxed but Director Fury knew better. Hawkeye never truly relaxed, especially after coming back from the dead. He wasn't as jovial anymore with his eyes constantly moving, cataloging exits, sight lines and potential threats.
Phil Coulson reviewed tactical data on a tablet with his suit somehow still pressed despite hours of preparation, but his pleasant demeanor had just started to come back after rising from the dead, and this mission would bring another heavy toll on all of them. Melinda May stood beside him, arms crossed, face impassive. The Cavalry, they called her. Director Fury was glad as hell she was on their side.
Maria Hill coordinated with field teams via encrypted comm with her voice low and professional, and she'd been Fury's right hand through this entire nightmare, never wavering despite discovering just how deep the rot went.
And then there was Wolverine.
Logan paced near the far wall with restless energy radiating from him, his uniform creaking with each movement while claws itched to come out, and Director Fury could see it in the way his hands kept flexing, in the set of his jaw.
"When's the damn party startin', Nick?" Logan's gravelly voice cut through the quiet. "I've got papers to grade back at the school, and I'd rather be doin' that than standin' around here."
Fury's eye snapped to him. "We're waiting for our backup to..."
Blue energy rippled in the center of the warehouse.
Everyone tensed as hands went to weapons fast, and Steve pushed off the pillar with shield ready.
But it wasn't Jay who materialized.
Instead space folded weird as a young man appeared standing on what looked like a surfboard, but the board rode waves of spatial distortion rather than water. Behind him stood a girl with golden skin and wings folded against her back. And beside them, Domino, scanning the warehouse with scarlet-touched eyes and that casual demeanor of hers.
Davis Cameron, codename Slipstream, wobbled slightly as the teleportation completed, and his board dissipated while he touched down on solid ground with relief evident on his face.
Heather Cameron, Lifeguard, immediately moved into a defensive posture with her instincts kicking in hard, golden wings spreading slightly with claws extended and her eyes cataloging threats before recognizing they were among allies.
Domino relaxed first with a grin spreading across her face. "Nice entrance, kid. So you really can teleport anywhere you can sense a wave? Back then, Jay needed to visit a place first before he could port back, but you just feel the spatial currents and ride them like a goddamn surfer?"
Davis's nervousness was palpable as he stood surrounded by trained heroes and agents, legendary operatives who'd saved the world, and here was Domino treating him like they were chatting over coffee. "Yeah, that's right, I reckon. The waves of space, they're everywhere if you know how to feel them properly, yeah? Like cosmic riptides."
"That's some seriously impressive shit, mate," Domino said, her casual profanity making Davis flush bright red.
Director Fury's voice cut through the moment like a knife as he glanced at his watch, the movement sharp and impatient. "If you're all done comparing fucking notes, can we get on with it? We're on a tight clock here, people."
Domino nodded, but her eyes caught on Logan and her grin widened as she crossed the warehouse floor. "Hey, Logan! What the hell are you doing here? Thought this was strictly SHIELD business?"
Logan stopped pacing with his expression softening just slightly as recognition and something like friendship flickered across his weathered features. "I'm here 'cause my friend Bucky's being controlled against his will." His voice went rough, carrying real weight. "I know what that shit's like, bein' someone else's weapon. And now that everything's finally ready, Steve asked me to help bring Bucky back safely. The kid deserves a hell of a lot better than bein' HYDRA's attack dog."
Domino's playful demeanor shifted completely as she nodded, understanding the gravity in Logan's words, and she looked around the warehouse, really looked at everyone assembled while the weight of the mission finally settled on her shoulders properly.
These weren't just operatives but people with histories, with friends to save, with institutions to protect, and they were trusting her, a mercenary who'd spent most of her life working for the highest bidder, to help them do something that actually mattered.
Director Fury moved to the center of the space, commanding attention without needing to raise his voice. "Alright, this ain't gonna be a pep talk, and don't expect one from me." His single eye swept across the assembled team. "All I can say is don't show any fucking mercy out there. They're worse than scum. They betrayed everything SHIELD stands for and chose to work for goddamn Nazis."
The warehouse filled with the symphony of weapons being readied as Glocks clicked, magazines slammed home hard, and safeties disengaged, the sound music that every soldier knew by heart.
Steve Rogers stepped forward with his presence immediately commanding respect, and he didn't need a shield or costume to be Captain America as it was in his bearing, in the quiet authority that made people want to follow him into hell itself.
"This rage is good," Steve said, his voice carrying to every corner of the warehouse. "Use it. Channel it. But remember, only target those on the list given to you. Absolutely do not endanger normal civilians. Keep collateral damage to the absolute minimum. We're better than HYDRA. We prove that by how we operate, by the choices we make."
He pulled up a holographic display from a tablet as red markers appeared across a map of the United States and more, showing HYDRA bases, safe houses and command centers, the cancer that had been growing inside SHIELD for decades.
"Now, we're going to divide ourselves to strike at multiple fronts simultaneously." Steve gestured at the map. "Clint and Natasha, you're hitting the Triskelion. Remember, lock it down tight. Don't let any HYDRA agents escape through the cracks. We need them alive for interrogation and full confession."
Clint nodded with his expression grim while Natasha didn't even look up from her weapon maintenance, just the slight dip of her head to acknowledge the order.
"Coulson and May, you're on the White House. Any politician in HYDRA's pocket, I want them detained and brought to justice. This corruption goes all the way to the top, and we're cutting it out root and stem. Especially members of the World Security Council."
Coulson's expression didn't change, but May's eyes hardened like steel, and politicians were the worst kind of targets because they hid behind laws and due process, even as they corrupted everything those concepts stood for.
"Hill will come with me to hit the Helicarrier." Steve's voice carried weight. The Helicarrier was SHIELD's mobile headquarters and it was crawling with HYDRA agents in key positions. "Fury will man command and logistics from here."
Director Fury nodded once as someone had to coordinate the whole damn thing, and he trusted no one else to see the entire battlefield.
"Logan." Steve turned to Wolverine. "You'll hit Siberia where Bucky's being kept on ice. Please bring our friend home safe."
Logan's expression was pure determination as his claws snapped out with that distinctive 'snikt' sound, then retracted just as quickly. "Count on it, Steve. I'll bring him back or die tryin'."
Steve's voice rose, carrying the conviction that had inspired soldiers through World War II, through the Battle of New York and through every impossible situation since. "Remember, this is about justice. Not personal agendas or revenge. We're fighting to protect our values: justice, freedom, and liberty. To prevent them from being hollowed out by HYDRA's poison."
Everyone in the warehouse raised their fists in unison, a silent vow felt deep in their bones.
Steve turned to Domino. "Now, I'll need you to explain these two newcomers' powers so we can find positions better suited for them."
Domino sighed but nodded as she gestured at the Cameron siblings. "Go ahead, introduce yourselves properly."
Heather stepped forward with her golden wings folding against her back, and her Australian accent was thick, nervous, but determined. "I'm Lifeguard. It's an absolute honor to meet you all, yeah? I'm basically a flying tank. I can fly at supersonic speeds, tank heavy artillery, and I've got super strength. I'm experienced in rescue efforts, whatever the situation needs from me."
Davis stepped up beside his sister with his board materializing under his arm. "And I'm Slipstream. I can teleport myself and multiple people across the entire world, yeah? As long as I can sense the spatial currents, the waves, I can ride them anywhere."
Steve studied them both with his tactical mind already working through possibilities. "Very well. Lifeguard, I've heard about you and your work. Your rescue efforts in New York during the invasion were impressive." Heather's face flushed at the praise. "You're on evacuation duty. Bring our hurt and cornered comrades to their medical bases. Remember, your job is to save as many lives as possible. That's your priority above everything else out there."
Heather nodded, straightening up as Captain America himself was trusting her with saving lives, and the responsibility settled on her shoulders, heavy but welcome.
"Slipstream, you're our strategic key here." Steve's voice carried absolute confidence. "You'll teleport our teams so we have the element of surprise and can provide reinforcements when needed. Your mobility is going to save lives today."
Davis swallowed hard, nodding as the weight of the mission pressed down on him, but he squared his shoulders. His sister was counting on him. These heroes were counting on him.
Steve turned to Domino last. "As for you, Ms. Domino, I've been told you do best when left to your own devices. So that's exactly what you'll do. Go where you're needed most. Provide reinforcements. Trust your instincts and that luck of yours."
Domino grinned, but there was steel in it. "Works for me, Cap. I'll make damn sure your people come home."
Steve Rogers drew himself up, and for a moment he wasn't just a man but the symbol, the ideal, everything they were fighting to protect.
"Alright. SHIELD, roll out!"
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