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The cold-blooded Electro stood between Nick Fury and the Silver-Arm Warrior, his immense electrical powers crackling around him. His eyes glimmered faintly with arcs of electricity, reflecting his determination.
The Silver-Arm Warrior rose from the ground, his metallic arm swaying slightly. He was affected little by the previous attack, only slightly damaged.
"Anyone who stands in my way will be reduced to dust," the Silver-Arm Warrior said, his voice hoarse and chilling, full of lethal intent toward this new superhero.
Electro remained silent, unhesitant. He unleashed a powerful surge of electricity toward the warrior. Lightning arced through the air at incredible speed, leaving the opponent barely any time to react.
The Silver-Arm Warrior roared, swinging his silver arm to release a powerful shockwave in a desperate attempt to block the lightning. Electricity and the shockwave collided midair, sending dazzling sparks and deafening thunderclaps into the city streets.
"Hmph," Electro muttered coldly.
He continuously released lightning like a storm slicing through the air, forcing the Silver-Arm Warrior backward. The warrior swung his armored arm wildly to fend off the electrical onslaught, but Electro's speed was overwhelming—he could barely keep up.
Suddenly, Electro changed tactics. He surged toward the Silver-Arm Warrior, encasing himself in a sheath of electricity like a lightning shield. Closing the distance instantly, he unleashed a concentrated bolt, striking the warrior directly.
The Silver-Arm Warrior grunted as the bolt hit, staggering backward into a distant wall. His armor was badly damaged, yet beneath the black helmet, his eyes flickered with pain and resolve.
Not giving his opponent a moment to recover, Electro flew beside him, arms crackling with electricity, preparing a final strike. But in that instant, the warrior pulled out an ice bomb from his armor and hurled it fiercely.
The bomb exploded, releasing freezing gas that instantly encased Electro's body, temporarily nullifying his powers. He froze, unable to move.
Seizing the moment, the Silver-Arm Warrior rose shakily, lifting his arm to deliver a deadly blow. His gaze was cold and unwavering, leaving no room for mercy.
Just as he was about to strike, a blinding lightning surge erupted from Electro, engulfing both himself and the warrior. The current was fierce and wild, crackling with a deafening roar, as if ready to obliterate everything in its path.
The Silver-Arm Warrior could not withstand the assault. His armor cracked, pain searing through him, and he was thrown to the ground, unable to rise.
Electro ceased his current, still trembling slightly, but the Silver-Arm Warrior was subdued. He approached him, eyes gleaming with cold light beneath his black helmet.
"Now tell me," Electro said, his voice warning, "why are you after Nick Fury?"
The warrior struggled to rise, gasping, but Electro's residual electricity kept him pinned.
"You know something, don't you?" Electro asked again.
Suddenly, a powerful energy blast erupted from the warrior's body, breaking free from Electro's restraint. He charged forward for close combat.
Electro had anticipated this. He activated a defensive electrical barrier, blocking the incoming attack while crackling arcs of electricity sizzled loudly.
The warrior slammed his armored arm against the barrier, sparks flying, relentlessly trying to break through. But Electro's power was immense—impervious.
Calm and focused, Electro maneuvered with precision, eyes flickering like lightning, showing no sign of weakness. He knew this was a fight to the death.
Bam!
The Silver-Arm Warrior struck again, but Electro zipped around him at lightning speed, attacking from behind. He released an electrical vortex, enveloping the warrior in a swirling storm of energy.
Electric currents coiled around the Silver-Arm Warrior, battering his armor and body. The pressure was overwhelming, yet his eyes blazed with unyielding will. Suddenly, red energy erupted from him like fire, crackling and smoking, electricity dancing through the flames.
Breaking free from Electro's grip, he lifted his armored hand high, slamming his burning palm toward him.
"Extreme Virus?"
Electro dodged swiftly, weaving through the flames.
The warrior continued his fiery assault, surrounding Electro with blazing infernos. Caught in the firestorm, Electro's electrical attacks seemed ineffective.
Without hesitation, he released even stronger currents, clashing with the flames. Lightning and fire intertwined violently in the night, a spectacular display of elemental power.
The warrior struggled to control the flames, attempting to crush Electro once and for all.
Yet gradually, Electro gained the upper hand. His currents intensified into a full storm, suppressing the flames. The warrior's armor began to melt; the firepower waned.
Through the interplay of fire and electricity, Electro's cold eyes locked on the warrior. Now was the time to strike. Gathering his full power, he released a massive bolt, which struck the Silver-Arm Warrior with a massive explosion.
The warrior was hurled into a building wall, armor shattered, black helmet partially cracked, eyes showing sheer exhaustion and struggle.
Electro descended to the ground, electricity still flickering around him, not yet fully spent. His gaze remained locked on the warrior, alert for any retaliation.
The Silver-Arm Warrior painfully rose from the wall, armor in tatters, firepower nearly spent—but he refused to give in, drawing on his final reserves.
Beneath his black helmet, eyes full of resolve, he lifted his silver arm, preparing a final strike. Cracks ran along it—he had reached his limit.
Electro left no room for escape. He wrapped his most powerful current around the warrior's arm, lightning coiling like serpents. The cracks widened.
The warrior gritted his teeth, straining against the surge. But the electricity only intensified, finally triggering a massive explosion.
The Silver-Arm Warrior was utterly defeated, collapsing. His arm shattered, his black-helmeted eyes dimmed.
Electro stood beside him, eyes flashing coldly. He knew the battle was over.
"Now," Electro said, voice firm, "tell me what you want from Nick Fury." He noticed confusion and uncertainty flickering in the warrior's gaze.
Exhausted, the Silver-Arm Warrior muttered,
"We… are after a secret serum, the Super Soldier serum. It grants humans unmatched power. Hydra sent me to acquire it—at any cost."
"Hydra…" Electro murmured, recognizing the greater conspiracy.
Nick Fury, wounded but still alive, forced himself to stand. He looked at Electro and the broken warrior, realizing this fight might just be the beginning.
"We have to stop Hydra, stop them from obtaining the Super Soldier serum," Fury said.
Electro nodded, releasing the warrior from the electrical restraint.
Fury's eyes lingered on the shattered helmet. A familiar face flashed in his mind—a man named Bucky, Steve Rogers' close comrade.
"Bucky?" Fury whispered, doubting the warrior's identity.
The Silver-Arm Warrior said nothing. The helmet still partially obscured his face, but Fury's suspicion was strong. Bucky, Steve Rogers' closest friend, had fought alongside him countless times… until he mysteriously disappeared during a mission.
"How is this possible?" Fury murmured. If this truly was Bucky, how could he have become like this? How could he be part of Hydra?
After the intense battle, the warrior's eyes flickered with confusion, body trembling.
Fury stepped forward. Sensing the presence of his old comrade, he felt a twinge of sympathy.
"Bucky, if you are Bucky Barnes, you know we are on the same side. Hydra is a global threat. We need to stop them together," Fury said, hoping to awaken his memories.
The Silver-Arm Warrior trembled again, as if wrestling with his inner conflict. Beneath the black helmet, his eyes reflected torment and doubt.
"Who… am I?"