Marvel: My Eyes Defies Fate.

In the office of S.H.I.E.L.D., several men in suits sat silently around a round table. The atmosphere was heavy, and no one dared speak too loudly. Their superior, Nick Fury, sat at the head of the table, his expression cold and grim.

"Director, why did you call us here?" one agent finally asked, carefully breaking the silence.

"I assume you've all heard about Alexander Pierce's death," Fury said flatly, getting straight to the point.

The gathered agents exchanged uneasy glances and nodded. They had, indeed, heard the news.

"This meeting is about that incident," Fury continued. "After our investigation, it's confirmed — Pierce was Hydra."

The room fell into a stunned silence. Though there had been rumors, hearing it spoken aloud by Fury himself was something else entirely. After all, Pierce had worked at S.H.I.E.L.D. for years, holding a position of significant power.

"I know you're shocked," Fury said, his voice steady. "But that's the reality. Hydra's infiltrated us. I don't even know how many people in this organization I can trust anymore. But you… for now, you're the ones I've chosen."

His words were resolute.

"When Kurogai warned me about Hydra's infiltration, I started digging. Beginning with Pierce made it easier — and what I uncovered was worse than I expected. Everywhere I turned, there were connections, people I thought were loyal, and all of it traced back to Hydra."

The agents around the table stiffened.

"From this moment forward, we're launching a full-scale purge. We're cutting out every last trace of them," Fury declared.

One by one, the agents stood and saluted, silently pledging their loyalty. It was clear — a storm was coming for S.H.I.E.L.D.

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Meanwhile, in a quiet border-town bar, a solitary figure sat in a shadowed corner, eating a modest meal. The dual-colored eyes beneath messy strands of hair reflected a deep, unsettling calm. This was Kurogai.

It had been nearly a month since his last encounter with S.H.I.E.L.D. and in that time, he had moved relentlessly, destroying Hydra remnants wherever he found them. Now, he had reached what he believed was the final known base, located near this town.

"Hydra's strength should be down to a fraction of what it once was," Kurogai muttered to himself. "Even if a few remnants remain, they won't be able to cause much trouble."

His one-man campaign had been devastatingly effective. Branch by branch, cell by cell — all gone.

But Hydra's nature made it difficult. The organization was insidious and scattered. There might still be isolated groups unconnected to the ones he'd already eliminated, but so far, none had surfaced.

As he sat there lost in thought, a sudden commotion broke out near the bar counter. Kurogai's gaze flicked toward the disturbance.

A burly man was arguing with the bar owner.

"You've been drinking all night, and you still haven't paid! You got money or not? Don't waste my liquor!" the owner snapped.

"What's with the attitude? I'll pay you later — just give me another bottle," the man growled, clearly unimpressed.

"Pay later? You're dressed in rags. How are you going to pay for anything?"

The owner's eyes caught on a necklace hanging from the man's neck and he reached out, yanking it up.

"A soldier? Hah. Looks like even soldiers aren't worth much these days."

In that moment, something shifted in the man. His expression darkened, and a dangerous, bestial aura radiated off him. The sheer force of it sent a chill through the bar.

"Put that down."

The man's voice was low, guttural, filled with menace. This was the killing intent of a man who had ended many lives.

The owner's face turned pale. His hands trembled as he held the necklace.

Kurogai's eyes gleamed in the corner. This one wasn't ordinary.

"Interesting," Kurogai murmured to himself. There was no mistaking that murderous presence — and the peculiar hairstyle, the sharp glare, the fierce temperament.

Logan.

Kurogai gave a small, knowing smirk. "Clinging to your necklace like that… still chasing ghosts of your past, are you, Logan? After all these years."

The bar owner, now visibly sweating, quickly thrust the necklace back toward Logan.

"I—I wasn't going to take it! Here, it's yours!"

At this point, the man just wanted Logan out of his bar and as far away as possible.

"Boss," Kurogai called out lazily from his corner. "Put his drinks on my tab."

The owner's face lit up, grateful for an easy out. Without hesitation, he vanished into the back room.

Logan glanced toward Kurogai, then after a long moment, picked up a fresh bottle of whiskey and made his way over.

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A new week has begun

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