Marvel: My Sign-in System

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Captain Steve Rogers and Nick Fury frowned as the situation grew tense. Fury's expression, however, carried a subtle edge.

"Howard was also a genius, Tony," Pierce began, his tone laced with mockery. "But because he was too talented, he became a massive obstacle to Hydra. So—"

Pierce didn't finish, but everyone in the room knew what he was implying.

Tony Stark's expression darkened, suspicion morphing into anger.

"Was it you?"

"It was us," Pierce admitted without hesitation, his tone almost casual. "I still remember the date—December 16, 1991."

"Shut up!" Tony roared, unable to hold back his fury. His right hand rose, the repulsor in his palm glowing ominously.

The Winter Soldier, silent until now, immediately stepped in front of Pierce, raising a gun and pointing it at Tony.

Steve Rogers frowned as he observed the Winter Soldier. Something about the man felt inexplicably familiar, tugging at his memory.

The standoff thickened with tension. Pierce, calm despite the danger, seemed almost amused. He gazed at Fury, Tony, and Steve with a mocking glint in his eyes, lingering particularly on the latter two.

"Remember the Captain of the Howling Commandos?" Pierce asked, addressing Rogers directly. "I bet you'll never forget that day."

Steve's brow furrowed. "What day?"

"February 1, 1945," Pierce replied, his words heavy with meaning.

Steve's pupils narrowed in shock. "Why bring up that date?"

"Because on that mission, your best friend—Bucky—died. Or so you thought."

"You're trying to provoke us," Steve said, his voice low and steady despite the anger simmering within.

"No, Captain," Pierce replied with a sinister grin. "I wouldn't waste my breath. Let me show you."

Pierce reached over to the Winter Soldier and removed his black mask, revealing a face that stunned everyone in the room.

"Bucky?" Steve gasped, his voice trembling.

The Winter Soldier's expression remained cold and detached, but there was no mistaking it—this was Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers' best friend and a member of the Howling Commandos.

"How...?" Steve took a step forward, but froze when Bucky raised his gun, pointing it directly at him.

"Bucky?" Steve's voice cracked. He couldn't comprehend it. He had believed Bucky was lost on that mission, only for him to now reappear as an enemy.

Pierce, reveling in Steve's turmoil, sneered. "Yes, that's the face, Captain. Bucky didn't die that day. We found him in the snow, barely alive and missing an arm. We saved him, experimented on him, brainwashed him, and gave him a metal arm."

"For decades, he's been our greatest weapon—the Winter Soldier. He's completed countless missions for us, including, of course—" Pierce turned to Tony with a cruel smile. "—the assassination of Mr. and Mrs. Howard Stark."

"What?" Steve whispered, horrified. Even Nick Fury appeared taken aback.

Pierce chuckled darkly, savoring the chaos he was sowing.

Tony's fury boiled over. His face twisted with rage as his Iron Man helmet snapped into place.

"You killed my parents!" Tony shouted, firing a blast from his shoulder-mounted weapon.

The Winter Soldier reacted instantly, shoving Pierce out of the way and rolling to safety. The blast struck several Hydra agents, killing them instantly. Rumlow managed to dodge, but not entirely—he clutched his bleeding arm.

Steve instinctively moved to shield Bucky. "Tony—"

Before he could say more, Tony grabbed Steve and flung him aside with the enhanced strength of his armor. Steve, still recovering from the effects of being frozen, couldn't resist the force and was hurled to the ground.

Tony's repulsor beams fired again, but Bucky grabbed a discarded car door and used it as a shield. The blasts nearly punched through the metal, forcing Bucky to retreat a few steps.

"Tony, stop!" Fury shouted, but his voice fell on deaf ears.

Blinded by rage, Tony ignored him. His shoulder armor deployed rows of micro-missiles, locking onto Bucky and Pierce.

"Peter!" Fury yelled, desperate.

Peter Parker, standing hesitantly to the side, sighed. He had hoped to stay out of this, but under Fury's orders, he had no choice.

He raised his wrists, firing two webs that latched onto Tony's arms. With a sharp tug, he pulled Tony off balance, sending him stumbling to the floor.

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