With Constantine's help, Wick dealing with Vigo was never going to be difficult.
Jason moved first. Fast. Precise. The guards didn't even have time to react, let alone send a signal. As for surveillance, it had already been handled before Noah and Fury arrived. The so-called control room was nothing more than decoration.
Wick found Vigo and forced him to cancel the bounty.
Facing Wick's calm, emotionless stare, Vigo had no room to resist. He made the call under watch, his voice steady only because fear had already hollowed him out. What he didn't expect was that the ordinary-looking man beside Wick would suddenly raise a gun and fire without hesitation.
Vigo never even understood what happened.
He was already on his way to hell, reuniting with his son.
Wick hadn't expected Jason to be that ruthless. But by the time the body hit the floor, it was already over. There was nothing left to say. He stepped forward and gently closed Vigo's unwilling eyes, sending off a former partner.
When everything was done, they left immediately.
That was when they saw Rogers and Bucky outside, locked in what could only be called a love-hate battle.
It had to be said, watching two super-soldiers fight was far more engaging than any gunfight. Neither used firearms. They relied entirely on their bodies, dodging bullets and tearing through enemies.
The scene left Wick speechless.
If it were him, he would've been riddled with holes already.
"He's being controlled," Constantine said. "Aren't you going to do something?"
Unlike Wick and Fury, who were watching with interest, Constantine and Jason looked bored. Either of them could have done what was happening now. Jason's body had already fully recovered, and Constantine didn't even need to be mentioned.
Constantine walked over to Noah.
He could feel it. Noah was planning something.
After knowing each other for twenty years, Constantine understood him very well.
"I am," Noah said, taking a sip of beer. "But let them sort it out first."
"Oh?" Constantine grabbed a beer as well. "So you're just enjoying the show. Your sense of humor's getting darker."
"Maybe," Noah said, spreading his hands. "We struggled for twenty years. Might as well enjoy things now."
"Twenty years?" Constantine rolled his eyes, then paused. "You're counting your school years too?"
Noah smiled and didn't answer.
If he really thought about it, calling his school days "glorious" wasn't wrong. His time at Hogwarts was legendary, plain and simple. There was no better word for it.
His name appeared in textbooks. Most of the current Ministry officials had been his classmates. Not only that, they were members of the Mage Alliance. Noah Finnel was praised endlessly.
The name itself seemed to carry power.
Any current Hogwarts student, even recent graduates, looked at it with admiration. Sometimes Noah felt it was excessive. Eventually, he stopped caring.
He looked back at Rogers and Bucky and rubbed his head.
Both were strong. The surrounding soldiers had already been cleared out. The battlefield belonged to them now.
But the situation wasn't balanced.
Bucky had the advantage.
He was fighting to survive. Rogers wasn't trying to hurt him. Fortunately, Rogers was stronger. Otherwise, pure defense wouldn't have been enough to keep him standing.
Rogers fought while trying to wake his friend.
It didn't work.
Bucky had never visited the Captain America Memorial. He hadn't seen his former self. His suppressed consciousness remained asleep. What surfaced instead was cold hostility, mixed with unfamiliar emotion that quickly turned into anger.
Rogers was knocked down more than once.
"This can't go on," Noah muttered.
No one knew how long this would last. Worse, one mistake could mean Bucky killing Rogers.
Steve was ruthless toward enemies. Toward his own people, he was absurdly soft.
In another timeline, he'd nearly been beaten to death by Tony over Bucky. Of course, Tony had held back. If he hadn't, if he had simply taken to the air and bombarded the ground, neither Rogers nor Bucky would have survived.
Noah shook his head.
Rogers hit the ground again.
That was enough.
Noah spread his hands.
Golden light bloomed around his fingers.
He wasn't playing anymore.
As a wizard—especially a Kamar-Taj wizard—bullying ordinary people already felt questionable. Letting this drag on felt pointless.
The sudden shift caught Wick's attention instantly.
That faint golden glow had nothing to do with technology.
And in that moment, Wick finally understood what these people really were.
"Wizards?" His thoughts spiraled. "Damn it. They're wizards."
He and his wife had been traveling during the Battle of New York. They had seen that war with their own eyes.
How could he forget how terrifying wizards were?
What he hadn't expected was that some of them were this bored.
And their gun skills were ridiculous.
If Noah knew what Wick was thinking, he would've taken it as a compliment.
The magic took effect.
Bucky, still ten meters away, suddenly went limp. His body collapsed, arms and legs pressed together, as if invisible chains had locked him in place.
Rogers understood immediately.
He sighed, walked over, and lifted Bucky up. No matter how much Bucky struggled, Rogers carried him back slowly and placed him before Noah and the others.
"Thank you," Rogers said seriously. "Mr. Finnel."
"No need," Noah replied. "It'd be a waste if you died."
"I don't think I would've," Rogers said, forcing a smile. Then his expression turned solemn. "Mr. Finnel, this is my friend. Bucky Barnes. We fought together in World War II. There was an accident. We all thought he died."
He hesitated.
"Do you know what happened to him?"
Noah did.
He explained it simply.
An assault on a German stronghold. Zola. A special weapon. A shattered train car. Steve's shield knocked away. Bucky grabbing it to cover him. Returning fire. Being blasted off the train. Hanging on. The railing breaking. Falling into the ice.
Everyone believed he was dead.
Now he was here.
Alive.
Unrecognizing.
Joy and confusion twisted together in Rogers' chest.
"His situation is similar to yours," Noah said. "But he has two consciousnesses. One exists only to carry out missions. The original is suppressed through a crude method. There are signs of freezing and drug use. Someone experimented on him, then preserved him."
That was all.
But it was enough.
Rogers' eyes lit up.
This confirmed it. The man in front of him was Bucky. After seventy years, his friend was still alive. As for Hydra, control, and everything else—none of that mattered right now.
This was his best friend.
No matter the cost, he would bring him back.
"Sir," Rogers said after a brief pause, looking straight at Noah. "Can you save him?"
Wizards were terrifying. Mysterious. Capable of things beyond reason.
If anyone could do this, it would be one of them.
"Yes," Noah said, nodding. "And it won't be difficult."
"That's great," Rogers said, finally smiling.
For the first time since the fight began, relief showed on his face.
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