James Bond In WW2(MCU x DC Comics)

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(Bond's P.O.V)

The drone of the plane I had jumped off faded as I dropped towards a snow covered terrain.

The wind roared in my ears violently, the cold seeping in through the cracks of my white combat outfit.

To my sides were mountains ranges and below a long bridge connecting two cliffs. My descent was geared toward the speeding train on the bridge, its long black body cutting through the snowy wilderness below.

I pulled my parachute at the last second, angling myself perfectly for the roof.

The impact sent a jolt through my legs, but I stayed crouched, scanning the train's surface. The roar of the wind drowned out the world, but it also masked my movements.

Unhooking my parachute, I crept forward, special boots skimming the slick metal. The first guard came into view, a hulking HYDRA trooper armed with a strange advanced rifle.

I moved quickly, landing between the cars, right behind him and snapping his neck before he could sound the alarm. I quickly wore his jacket and hat before throwing him off the train.

Picking the lock, I opened the cargo door and slipped into the car. The interior was dimly lit, crates piled high around me. Cracking one open revealed more Hydra weapons, glowing with blue power cells. I removed one and pocketed it. Stark would definitely be interested.

My breathing steadied as I moved through the shadows, setting timed explosives, avoiding patrolling guards, and silently killing any that got too close.

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The intelligence didn't lie, the train was highly fortified. That said, they weren't as well coordinated, which made it easier for one person to systematically take them out.

5 minutes after my arrival, The final car loomed ahead, devoid of guards.

I could hear the hum of machinery, slow music and the faint clink of glass against metal.

Pushing open the door, I found a tall large man in a high ranking German officer's uniform, standing in the center of a makeshift lab.

"Don't move Shmidt."

The safety of the handgun in my hand sounded, aimed at his head.

"Turn around slowly or die without knowing the face of your killer."

Shmidt didn't immediately react, and instead poured liquor onto a glass on the table.

"Ah, An Assassin sent by the Allies," he said, his voice dripping with amusement. "You have arrived at last."

Slowly, he turned around and met my eyes. A spark of recognition bloomed in his eyes.

"Sergeant James Bond, son of the late Captain Bond. Many German Mothers, Sisters and Widows curse your name in mourning. Are you here for revenge? And if so, tell me, will vengeance taste sweet, or will it merely be the appetizer for all out destruction?"

I narrowed my eyes. "We can find out now, or you can extend your life by seconds if you tell me where you're keeping Erskine's- "

He moved before I could fire, his speed inhuman. The unexpected blow hit like a hammer, throwing me against a crate. My weapon clattered to the floor.

"You are brave," Schmidt said, circling me like a predator. "But bravery is merely the illusion of strength."

I kipped up and swung at him, landing a punch that barely fazed him. His return blow slammed onto my forearms and sent me crashing into a table, glass and vials shattering beneath me.

Pain flared through my side, and I realized I couldn't match him head-on even with skill. His strength, his speed—everything about him was superior.

But I was smart.

I feigned another attack, leading him toward a tangle of wires and machinery. Each step was deliberate, baiting him closer to the cables I'd seen earlier criss crossing the floor of the makeshift lab.

Schmidt sneered. "You think you can outwit me, Sergeant? I am the future."

"And yet, you talk too much."

I rolled under his next swing, grabbing a loose cable and yanking it free.

Sparks exploded, the machinery behind me sputtering and catching fire. Shmidt raised his hands with a stumble.

The distraction gave me just enough time to grab a piece of shattered glass and slash at his neck. He leaned back at the last minute and the glass cleaved his face.

The edge didn't cut deeply, but it did something far worse. The flesh around his cheek peeled back, revealing gleaming red bone beneath.

Schmidt staggered, touching the wound with his fingers. For a moment, his expression faltered, a flicker of fury and vanity flashing across his monstrous features.

"You dare…" His voice was a low growl now, his movements less refined and more animalistic.

Schmidt lunged, his blows wild but devastating.

I used the chaos and my agility to my advantage, slipping around him and slashing more cables. Sparks flew, the machinery shrieking as it malfunctioned.

The lab began to collapse around us, smoke and flames licking at the edges of the room. Schmidt swung again, but I ducked, driving my knee into his midsection, followed by a spinning kick to his face. I hit him so hard that my heel hurt and his face peeled off.

His composure cracked, his red skull fully exposed now as the last remnants of his human mask fell away.

"You fight like a man desperate for relevance," Schmidt snarled, his voice deeper and more menacing.

I smirked, the taste of blood on my lips. "Better than fighting like a monster."

The chaos became too much even for him. With the lab falling apart, Schmidt retreated through the exit, his parting words echoing over the roar of flames: "You will not stop progress, Sergeant Bond. This is only the beginning. Next time, we meet on the battlefield, you shall endure the wrath of Gods."

He unclipped the car before escaping.

I didn't chase him. Killing him would take too long. My focus was on Erskine's Notes.

Stumbling through the flames, I searched the drawers while coughing, conscious of the time to the explosion if the fire didn't get me first.

Just as I was thinking of quitting, something caught my eye under a collapsed burning compartment shelf. It was a briefcase.

I scrambled forward and grabbed it before climbing out of the burning Car as it came to a slow in the middle the rails.

Immediately, I unclipped the case and opened it. Staring at me were the stolen notes.

Destroying them would cripple Schmidt's plans. But studying them… studying them could give me an edge against Red Skull the next time we met. To be honest, I would have lost if the Car hadn't caught on fire.

BOOOOMMM!!!

Over the mountain ranges, fire and smoke bloomed following a series of explosions as the bombs I'd planted earlier ticked down.

"Consider that a little parting gift, Red Skull."

I chuckled, grabbed the briefcase, and strapped it to my back.

If Erskine could make soldiers like Schmidt, I'll learn how to stop them myself.

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-1 day later-

Back at the Camp, the debrief was quick, Peggy's eyes boring into me as she asked, "Where are Erskine's notes?"

I lied easily. "Destroyed with the train."

Her gaze lingered, suspicion etched into her features, but she didn't press further.

In my quarters, I retrieved the hidden briefcase, my heart pounding with excitement.

The notes were dangerous, yes, but knowledge was power. And in a war like this, power was survival.

As I flipped through the pages under the dim light of my desk lamp, one thought dominated my mind: 'What makes a Super Soldier, Super?'