[A/N]: Second Bonus Chapter for 400 Powerstones Goal; The Next Goal is 600 Powerstones for TWO more bonus chapters.
The warehouse exploded into motion.
Davis's surfboard was under his feet with waves of spatial distortion rippling from it, and the board expanded, growing large enough to carry multiple people as he gestured at Clint and Natasha first.
"Triskelion team, you're up first!"
Clint and Natasha moved, stepping onto the spatial wave with the rest of the strike team, and Davis closed his eyes, feeling for the currents, finding the thread that would take them to their target. Space folded weird, and they vanished in a ripple of blue energy.
One by one Davis teleported teams to their positions with Coulson and May to the White House, Steve and Hill to the Helicarrier, Logan to the frozen wastes of Russia where Bucky Barnes waited.
Davis's face showed strain as sweat beaded on his forehead, and teleporting one person was easy but teleporting multiple people across vast distances took exponential effort.
Each departure was marked by nods, by silent acknowledgements between warriors who might not all come back.
After the fifth teleport, Davis stumbled hard and caught himself with his face gone pale and breathing hard.
Heather moved to his side immediately. "Davis? You alright?"
"I'm fine, sis. Just... that's a hell of a lot of people at once, yeah?"
Domino put a hand on his shoulder. "You did good, kid. Real damn good. Take a breath. We'll handle it from here."
Finally, the warehouse was empty except for essential staff, and Fury stood at the command console, watching feeds from multiple locations flicker to life with satellite imagery, body cams and thermal scans, the entire operation laid out before him.
Director Fury murmured to Domino beside him, "It's a good thing we got Xavier to send Trinary to help us out. Having a technopath monitoring our systems means Zola can't hijack our feeds and warn HYDRA. We're invisible to their digital eyes."
Heather and Davis stood ready, waiting for the call that would send them into action while Domino checked her guns one more time with her scarlet-touched eyes glowing faintly in the dim warehouse light.
Fury's hand hovered over the final command button, the one that would officially begin the largest raid in SHIELD's history, the one where SHIELD would strike at itself, cutting out the cancer that had been growing for seventy years.
His finger came down hard.
"All teams, you are go. Execute. Execute. Execute."
And across the world in bases and safehouses and command centers, HYDRA operatives who thought themselves hidden, who thought themselves safe, suddenly found themselves under assault.
By the very organization they'd infiltrated.
By the heroes they'd tried to corrupt.
SHIELD was cleaning house.
And there would be no mercy.
The Triskelion: SHIELD Headquarters
Clint Barton materialized on a rooftop adjacent to the Triskelion with Natasha beside him while the rest of the strike team were deposited in key positions, and the spatial distortion from Davis's teleportation faded, leaving them crouched in shadow.
The Triskelion rose before them, a monument to security and power, SHIELD's public face with its headquarters consisting of three massive towers connected by bridges in gleaming glass and steel, and now they knew it was a nest of vipers with HYDRA agents in every department from janitors to department heads. The rot ran deep.
"Just like old times, huh?" Clint muttered, drawing an arrow.
Natasha's smile was sharp as a knife. "Old times, we weren't infiltrating our own damn headquarters."
"Details, details."
They moved out.
The White House: Washington D.C.
Coulson, May and the rest of their team appeared in a maintenance corridor with their SHIELD credentials ready, and May's hand rested on her sidearm, hidden beneath her jacket.
"Secret Service will be problematic as hell," May said quietly.
"Then we don't give them a single reason to intervene." Coulson's voice was calm, professional. "We have warrants and legal authority. We do this by the book."
May's expression said exactly what she thought about doing things by the book when dealing with HYDRA, but she nodded. Coulson was right. They had to be better. They had to prove the system could work.
Even when the system was rotten from the inside.
HYDRA Base: Siberia
Logan materialized in a snowstorm as the cold hit him immediately, but his healing factor compensated fast, and he could smell the base buried under the ice, could smell gun oil, human sweat, and something else.
Fear.
Someone already found him?
Good.
Logan's claws extended with that familiar snikt.
"Hang on, Bucky," he growled into the wind. "We're bringin' you home, bub."
He started walking toward the base, and behind him his footprints filled with snow almost immediately, like he'd never been there at all.
Just the way he liked it.
SHIELD Helicarrier: Somewhere Over the Atlantic
Steve Rogers and Maria Hill materialized on the flight deck with the largest strike team cramping the deck, and the Helicarrier stretched before them, a city in the sky with engines thrumming, generating the power needed to keep tons of metal and technology airborne.
Hill immediately accessed a terminal with her fingers flying over the interface. "Security's locked down tight, but I'm seeing activity in the detention levels."
Steve's jaw tightened. "Everyone, listen up. We have traitors in our midst, and I need you all to cooperate with us. We're gonna separate the wheat from the chaff. Together."
His shield was on his back, ready.
"Sir," one agent said, saluting. "We're with you."
And more agents echoed the sentiment as more and more instinctively trusted Captain America, the symbol of what they'd all wanted to be when they joined SHIELD.
Steve nodded. "Then let's take our house back."
Back at the Warehouse
Director Fury watched feeds flicker across multiple screens showing his operatives moving into position, battles beginning, the first shots fired.
Domino stood beside him, watching and waiting for the call.
"You ready for this?" Fury asked without looking at her.
"Always am." Domino's hand rested on her gun. "Just tell me where you need Lady Luck."
Fury's lips twitched, almost a smile. "I'll let you know."
On the screens, the war began.
SHIELD versus HYDRA.
Justice versus corruption.
And somewhere inside Mount Rushmore, a consciousness that had once been Jim Jaspers watched through stolen satellite feeds, observing the open attack despite another technopath's attempt at blocking any intrusion.
It watched and found the perfect opening to strike.
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