Marvelous Mutations

S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters.

Project Insight Master Control Room.

The lights blazed overhead, casting a sterile glow over rows of occupied terminals. Every seat was filled, each agent sharp-eyed and focused, but beneath the polished appearance, the truth was far more sinister.

Every single one of them was Hydra.

They had spent years hiding in plain sight, infiltrating S.H.I.E.L.D. one operation at a time. And now, here they were, no longer shadows, but the architects of a new world order.

At the central command platform, Alexander Pierce stood tall, hands behind his back, watching lines of data scroll across the massive central screen. His expression was calm, almost serene.

Beside him, Jasper Sitwell adjusted his glasses, a smug smile on his face. The glare from the lights glinted off his bald head. He looked every bit the loyal assistant… and every bit the dedicated Hydra agent.

Nearby, Brock Rumlow, Strike Team commander and Hydra enforcer, paced the perimeter with his men, ensuring no one interfered with what was about to happen. His eyes swept the room with the focus of a predator.

This was it.

Their moment had finally arrived.

Pierce turned his head slightly, voice low and measured. "How's it looking? When can we initiate takeoff?"

Sitwell tapped away at his tablet before answering, a slight quiver betraying his nerves.

"Structural systems are operational. Some of the crew quarters are incomplete, and other small details that haven't been finished, but nothing mission-critical. Technically, we're ready for liftoff now."

Although his words were confident, his eyes weren't.

Everything had moved so fast. There were gaps, untested subsystems, unfinalized calibrations, but there was no time to fix them. The longer they waited, the greater the risk Nick Fury and his allies would strike back.

Fury was still alive.

Pierce knew that as long as the S.H.I.E.L.D. director walked free, their entire plan hung by a thread.

That left only one option: gamble everything on Project Insight.

He turned back to the screen, expression unreadable.

"Then initiate the launch."

His voice was steady, but his stomach twisted in knots. He couldn't show doubt, not now. Not in front of Hydra.

Orders given, the control room burst into activity. Fingers flew across keyboards. Systems lit up. Warnings and readiness confirmations scrolled across the walls of holographic data.

Despite the helicarriers' high degree of automation, the launch required careful coordination.

Two minutes passed.

"Ready," a tech called out.

Pierce gave a single nod. "Do it."

The operator at the far-left terminal, tasked with launching Helicarrier 001, began the countdown.

"Launching Helicarrier 001… Countdown: 10."

"9…"

"8…"

"7…"

"6…"

"5…"

"4…"

"3…"

BOOM~!

A deep mechanical roar shook the building.

Everyone paused.

Through the reinforced windows, they saw Helicarrier 001 lifting into the air, massive turbines spinning as it rose steadily above the HQ.

But the operator was frozen, staring at the launch button still untouched beneath his trembling hand.

He hadn't pressed it.

His mouth hung slightly open in disbelief. 'What… what just happened?'

He looked around. No one else seemed alarmed. In fact, the room was celebrating. Applause, cheers, wide grins.

Pierce was smiling.

Sitwell clapped him on the shoulder, mistaking his stunned expression for humble nerves.

'They think I launched it early…'

Even Pierce looked pleased.

It was just a few seconds ahead of schedule. Under this pressure, no one was going to complain about nerves.

The operator swallowed hard and kept silent.

He started to open his mouth to speak, wanted to say it had launched on its own, but Pierce beat him to it.

"Launch the second."

There was no room for hesitation. No moment to voice his doubts.

And maybe… maybe staying silent was smarter, safer.

The tech for Helicarrier 002 began the countdown.

"10…"

"9…"

"8…"

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM~!

Explosions rocked the compound. This time it wasn't liftoff, it was destruction.

Outside the window, fire and smoke erupted across the tarmac. Helicarrier 001 had turned midair and opened fire on Helicarriers 002 and 003!

The control room froze in stunned silence.

Missiles tore through the second and third crafts before they could even rise. Their hulls ruptured, engines burst into flame, and support struts collapsed beneath them.

Within seconds, the entire launchpad was turned into a battlefield.

Pierce's face immediately drained of color.

"What… what the hell is happening?!"

But no one answered. The operators had all stepped away from their controls, hands raised in trembling surrender as if trying to show they weren't responsible.

Pierce's fury erupted.

"WHO'S CONTROLLING HELICARRIER 001?!"

His voice thundered through the chamber like cannon fire.

Rumlow who had been standing outside the door stormed into the room, gun at the ready, eyes sweeping for threats. The sudden tension made everyone freeze.

No one dared to speak.

No one wanted to be mistaken for a traitor.

Then a meek voice broke the silence.

"Sir…" The original operator of helicarrier 001 raised a shaking hand. "I… I didn't press the launch button. It launched itself."

Pierce turned on him, face twisted in rage.

"You absolute imbecile! Why didn't you say something?!"

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