Awakening Kryptonian Bloodline In Marvel.

Too bad this was Marvel.

Here, no matter how insane you were, it wasn't enough.

You needed a tragic past. A shattered childhood. Friends buried with your own hands.

Only then would the universe hand you a power boost.

People like Pierce—stable, privileged, comfortably positioned—were destined to lose.

Just like now.

He had just made an insane decision: preparing to fire nuclear weapons.

The floor-to-ceiling windows of the SHIELD conference room shattered instantly.

Dozens of dark silhouettes burst through, glass raining down with them. They rolled to absorb the force of impact, then rose with precision.

Sunlight chased them, streaming through the broken windows and illuminating the shards and polished tile.

They wore black—sleek suits, tailored dresses, even nun habits.

Within seconds, they formed a perimeter around the room.

Hydra agents rushed in, responding to the breach.

But they were met with gunfire.

The women in black moved with eerie grace. Their pistols were like extensions of their limbs.

Each shot fired with elegance.

Like black roses blooming—cold, final, beautiful in their lethality.

Every shot was a quiet kiss of death.

In under a minute, every Hydra agent who entered lay dead.

As the room fell silent again, the girls spun their still-smoking pistols and holstered them in unison.

Only then did the hostages get a clear look at their faces.

They were young. Teenagers. Early twenties at most.

Uniforms immaculate. Movements swift. Expressions emotionless.

Each girl carried an air of silent menace and fatal beauty.

"Wh-who are you?!" Pierce stumbled backward.

This was the top floor of SHIELD—dozens of stories up. How had they even gotten in?

One girl, dressed in a sleek black gown, stepped forward and kicked him in the leg.

His shin cracked—bone visibly splitting—and he screamed as she drove his face into the floor.

"Men In Black," she said calmly.

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While Hydra was being purged inside SHIELD, the Helicarriers above San Francisco and Sokovia came under attack.

Though both missions shared a goal, the forces behind them differed.

In San Francisco, a group of black-armored operatives stormed the Helicarrier.

Some opened fire with advanced weaponry.

Others shed their armor and fought hand-to-hand, clearing waves of enemies with a single blow.

Before Hydra had a chance to react, the Helicarrier was secured—in under three minutes.

The operatives activated the stealth system, and the ship vanished into the sky.

Over Sokovia, Iron Man arrived, flanked by four other red-and-gold armored suits.

Unlike the San Francisco assault, this one relied more on precision than numbers.

Upon landing, they destroyed the missile launch systems and disarmed the onboard hydrogen bombs.

From the deck to the interior, Tony Stark fought through the corridors, leaving scorched hallways and shattered walls in his wake.

Hydra never stood a chance.

But Tony was just a bit too late.

He burst into the command center, plasma cannons flaring, taking out the final guard—only to see a grim realization on his HUD.

The Hydra agents had sabotaged the ship's systems before dying.

The Helicarrier's propulsion was fried. The ship was falling.

Tony's eyes widened.

He shot to the deck, checking the massive propellers.

All four were down.

"JARVIS, scan the flight systems. Can we stabilize?"

"Altitude is under 1,000 meters, sir. I recommend immediate external assistance. Malrick is currently—"

"Eight minutes away? I can fix it in five!"

"Seven. Six. Five..."

"Oh shut up! Malrick! Malrick, get your cape over here!!"

Tony screamed louder than he had in years.

Maxing out his thrusters, he dove under the Helicarrier, hoping to buy time.

But as he reached the bottom, he saw it:

Malrick, cape billowing, already beneath the vessel, holding it up with one arm.

Tony exhaled hard.

"Who was it," Malrick said with a grin, "that swore they'd never ask me for help again?"

Tony couldn't even muster a comeback. He just nodded and floated beside him, panting, drenched in sweat.

He looked down.

The Helicarrier was barely a hundred meters above the ground.

The people below had scattered in panic. Some screamed. Some froze in place.

The sheer terror of a falling city in the sky was not something anyone wanted to witness twice.

And yet, in the shadow of this monstrous ship, Malrick stood like a beacon.

To the eyes of those below, he wasn't just a savior.

He was hope made real.

"Everyone," Malrick called out, voice amplified, "the danger's over. You're safe."

With a single hand, he lifted the Helicarrier higher, slowly ascending.

Tony rose beside him, limbs trembling.

Despite his enhanced endurance, his body felt like it might give out.

The missiles onboard... if they'd exploded on impact...

Tens of thousands would've died. Maybe more.

The weight of that realization settled over him.

For the first time, Tony Stark truly understood what Malrick had gone through in the Resident Evil world—watching something you created spiral into an apocalypse.

"I've got to be more careful next time," Tony muttered. "No more recklessness."

But, naturally, he couldn't resist the last word.

"And for the record, that wasn't asking for help. That was... collaborative improvisation."

"Keep telling yourself that," Malrick said, flying the Helicarrier toward the Arctic. "You'll come begging again soon enough."

The ship hovered like a massive dinner plate above the icy sea.

Malrick gently lowered it onto an uninhabited island.

A prize, claimed.

Before leaving, he scanned Sokovia one last time.

The Hydra base was nearly abandoned.

Baron Strucker, clearly smarter than Pierce, had fled the moment things went sideways.

Malrick raised an eyebrow and turned to Tony.

"Now you get why I never gave you the serum formula from the Resident Evil world?"

He didn't wait for a response.

"You'd blow up the planet by accident."

Tony sighed. "I wouldn't blow up the whole planet... maybe just part of it."

In the Marvel universe, Tony Stark was often the one holding the match too close to the gasoline.

Malrick wasn't about to hand him something that could burn the entire world down.

Of course, Tony had similar concerns about Malrick, considering his own history.

So the two had made a pact: No viruses, no bioweapons, no monsters in the main world.

Ever.

"My intentions were good," Tony insisted.

"Sure. Just like Batman's when he faceplanted through a window on his first mission."

"Hey, at least I didn't sprain my back. Unlike you, Mr. Super Spine."

They shared a grin and watched the sun reflect off the frozen sea.

Malrick turned.

"You coming to New York? Sherry should be out of school by now."

Tony hesitated. Then nodded.

"Yeah. It's been two weeks. I'll go see her."

The two soared into the sky, brothers-in-arms, vanishing into the clouds.

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