The Hydra leader sneered, his finger already tightening on the trigger. In his eyes, Leo was a loose end from a mission that had gone sideways months ago, a minor anomaly that Nick Fury was now sniffing around. He had orders to make the problem disappear, quickly and quietly. The cat-girl was just a weirdly dressed civilian, unfortunate collateral damage. He felt nothing as the muzzle flashed.
Golden light bloomed in the cramped apartment as the bullets tore through the air.
The bloody scene the agent envisioned never happened.
In the instant between the flash and the impact, Ashem's playful demeanor vanished, replaced by the cold, sharp focus of a seasoned warrior. A powerful surge of Aether radiated from her, and with a sweep of her hands, a shimmering blue shield of pure magic materialized in the air, enveloping both her and Leo. The bullets slammed into the barrier as if hitting a solid steel wall, flattening and dropping to the floor with a series of metallic pings.
The moment the Hydra squad's magazines clicked empty, Ashem moved.
She didn't run; she simply flowed forward, a blur of motion that the trained agents couldn't even track. A single-edged katana appeared in her hand, its steel gleaming in the dim light. She wove through them in a silent, deadly dance, the blade a whisper in the air.
Before Leo could even fully process what was happening, she was back at his side, the katana held loosely in her grip. With a cool, practiced flick of her wrist, she sent a few stray drops of blood flying from the blade. Then, with a soft click, she sheathed it.
As the sound echoed in the silent room, the rifles in the agents' hands fell apart, their barrels and stocks clattering to the floor in perfectly sliced sections. Their eyes were wide with a shock they would never get to voice. They each brought a hand to their own neck, a thin red line appearing on their skin, before they collapsed to the ground, one by one.
The battle had lasted less than five seconds.
Leo stared, his mind struggling to reconcile the soft, goofy girl from the forest with the lethally efficient weapon of destruction standing before him. He knew she was strong, but he had never imagined this. It was a cold, machine-like precision that was frankly terrifying.
Sensing his gaze, Ashem let out a breath, the predatory sharpness in her eyes softening back into her usual gentle warmth. She put the katana away. "Uh… did that scare you?"
"Scare me? No," Leo said, his voice filled with a genuine, dumbfounded awe. "I'm just… that was incredible! It just doesn't seem to match your… you know."
A shadow of a painful memory crossed her face. "I once had a close friend die because I hesitated in a fight," she said quietly, her eyes distant. "Because I was careless. After that, I swore I would never hold back against an enemy again." A flicker of pain and fierce determination hardened her features. "It's why I learned to be a healer, a protector. I mastered every defensive art I could, all so I would never have to feel that helpless again." Her voice hitched almost imperceptibly. "My magic can mend any wound now. But Haurchef… he…"
Leo fell silent, the weight of her unspoken grief filling the room. He stepped forward and gently placed a hand on her shoulder. "It's in the past," he said softly.
Ashem nodded, taking a deep breath, and the gloom seemed to lift from her a little. Then she looked at Leo's deeply serious, concerned expression and, to his complete surprise, she burst out laughing.
"Pfft—has anyone ever told you that you look hilarious when you're trying to be serious?"
"Huh?" Her sudden shift gave him whiplash.
"Don't worry," she said, patting her chest and flashing a wide, squinty-eyed grin. "I've made my peace with it. You can't let the past weigh you down forever. People… they look best when they smile."
Leo just stared at her. "So I was worried about you, and now you're comforting me?"
"Well, since you're me from this world," she said playfully, "doesn't that mean I'm just comforting myself? It's all a bit confusing."
Seeing that she was genuinely okay, Leo rolled his eyes at her. He then looked at the bodies on the floor and sighed. "Okay. What now?"
Ashem leaned in. "Is it bad that these guys are… you know?"
"For this world? Not really. Someone will clean this up," Leo said, his own wry smile returning. "The main problem is that Hydra has its hooks so deep in the government here that I'm probably on a most-wanted list by now. And you," he gestured to her, "you don't technically exist. Which means, best-case scenario, we're now fugitives. Worst-case, we're homeless fugitives."
Ashem waved a dismissive hand. "Oh, is that all? I've been a wanted criminal before. It's not so bad. Besides," she added, "I know transformation magic. If we need new identities, I can handle it."
Leo looked at her. "Is there anything you can't do?"
"Do you think I was lying about being a master of all professions?" she said with a smug grin.
"Fair point," he conceded. "Still, I can't just run. They came after me for one stupid sentence. If I don't hit back, it's just… embarrassing." He stroked his chin, his mind racing. An idea began to form, sparked by the memory of his disastrous teleport. He remembered the red-haired woman at the alley. "Black Widow… Natasha."
"She has to be looking into my disappearance," he reasoned out loud. "What if we don't run? What if we let them find us? We could lure her out, get a meeting with her and Nick Fury, and just… tell them. Tell them everything. That Hydra has completely infiltrated S.H.I.E.L.D." He slammed a fist into his palm, his eyes alight with a plan. "With a director like Fury on the case, they could gut Hydra from the inside out. It's decided! We find Nick Fury!"
The moment the words left his mouth, the world fractured.
The walls of the apartment twisted and folded in on themselves, the colors bleeding as everything stretched and deformed like reflections in a kaleidoscope. Leo felt a wave of vertigo wash over him, and when the chaos subsided, they were no longer in his apartment. They were standing in a strange, dark space filled with mirror-like shards of his room, all floating in an endless void.
A ring of fire and sparks tore open the air before them, and from it stepped a woman in yellow robes, her head shaved, her expression serene and powerful.
"I apologize," she said, her voice calm and absolute. "But I cannot allow you to follow that course of action. We must not interfere with the flow of time. If Hydra is exposed prematurely, it could trigger a far greater crisis down the line."
"The Ancient One," Leo breathed, staring at her. "Then this is… the Mirror Dimension."
"It seems you know of me," the Ancient One said with a small smile. She glanced at Ashem, who had already summoned her staff and taken a defensive stance. "Do not be alarmed. I mean you no harm."
Before she could say another word, a second tear in reality appeared behind her. Not of fire, but of brilliant, crystalline blue light. After the light faded, a new figure stood before them all.
It was the Crystal Exarch.