The secret HYDRA commander sat in his icy Siberian fortress, his fingers tapping nervously on the armrest. Though most of his operatives were scattered or dead, a few "three-legged cats," as he called them, still skulked in the shadows, gathering scraps of intelligence. Yet even with them, the information flow was nearly dry.
Still, one disturbing report reached him—not from spies, but from his last meeting with HYDRA's surviving leaders. They said a boy had recently clashed with the Avengers, and worse, there were rumors linking him to the Goddess of Judgment.
The man's face turned pale at the mention of that name.
The Goddess of Judgment was not just a myth among HYDRA's ranks—she was a living nightmare, a Death God to anyone who'd crossed her path. Her power was so overwhelming that even HYDRA's most loyal agents trembled when her name appeared in whispers.
And now this boy—this unknown kid—was said to have a connection with her? His fighting style and strength resembled hers so closely that the thought made the commander's blood run cold.
If that was true, then they weren't dealing with an ordinary super-powered youth at all.
He hesitated, torn between pride and fear. Should he stay and fight for HYDRA's glory? Or should he swallow his pride and run while he still could?
The debate ended the instant he watched a live feed from one of the security drones. The screen showed the boy—Sanjid—kicking a 50-ton tank like it weighed nothing, sending it tumbling dozens of meters through the air before it smashed into another tank and blew both apart.
The man's heart skipped a beat. He didn't hesitate any longer.
"Evacuate immediately! Load everything onto the transport and get out!" he shouted.
His adjutant blinked. "Sir, now? But that's just one boy! If we retreat because of him, other HYDRA branches will laugh at us—and the higher-ups will—"
"You idiot!" the commander barked, slamming his fist on the desk. "Do you really think that boy is an ordinary metahuman? He's connected to her! And that thing we're guarding—it's too important. If it's lost, neither of us will live to explain it!"
The adjutant paled instantly. "Understood, sir!"
He saluted sharply and sprinted off to relay the order.
Watching him go, the commander glanced once more at the approaching figure on the monitor. The boy was tearing through the outer defenses like paper, leaving behind only craters and silence. The man sneered bitterly and turned away.
He wasn't retreating out of cowardice, he told himself. This was a strategic withdrawal.
Within minutes, the entire fortress came alive with motion. Crates of weapons, data drives, and experimental capsules were loaded onto massive trucks. Engines roared, snow whipped through the air, and soon, the castle stood nearly empty—save for a few soldiers left behind to delay the intruder.
Three minutes later, a thunderous roar shook the mountains. The ancient stone gate burst apart in a hail of dust and debris.
The remaining soldiers inside tightened their grips on their rifles. Through the surveillance network, they already knew what was happening outside—every defensive unit had been annihilated. Hundreds of bodies lay scattered in the snow. Not a single survivor.
Yet none of the men inside flinched. They were HYDRA soldiers—trained, brainwashed, and ready to die for "the cause."
Then came the sound that made them freeze.
Step. Step. Step.
Footsteps echoed through the smoke. Out of the haze emerged a young man—his expression calm, his eyes cold, and his silver sword glinting in the light of burning wreckage.
It was Sanjid.
He looked around at the frightened soldiers and frowned slightly. "So you're the ones left behind?" he said softly. "Running fast, aren't you?"
"Fire!" one soldier screamed.
The room exploded with gunfire. Dozens of bullets screamed toward the boy, filling the air with a metallic storm.
But Sanjid didn't dodge.
He merely flicked his sword in a blur of silver arcs.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Sparks showered the walls. Every bullet deflected harmlessly. When he swung the sword again, it was like lightning tearing through the room—and within seconds, silence returned.
The soldiers lay motionless on the floor, their weapons clattering beside them.
Sanjid sighed. "They're too far gone. You can't reason with puppets."
He turned to search the castle for clues, but a faint beeping reached his ear.
Drip… drip… drip…
His sharp senses picked up the sound immediately. A trap.
Without hesitation, he stomped his right foot into the ground, and a massive shockwave ripped upward through the ceiling. The castle shook violently as Sanjid launched himself straight through layer after layer of reinforced concrete, soaring a thousand meters into the air.
An instant later—
BOOOOM!
A blinding explosion consumed the entire fortress.
The ancient castle disintegrated, swallowed by flame and thunder. The shockwave tore through the forest, scattering snow and dust like a hurricane.
From the branches of a nearby tree, Sanjid landed gracefully, his eyes reflecting the inferno. His sword dissolved into light as he brushed soot from his shoulder.
"No trace left behind… classic villain move," he muttered.
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For weeks now, Sanjid had devoted himself to training and hunting dark creatures—werewolves, blood clans, the undead—anything tainted by evil. HYDRA's activities normally didn't interest him; human corruption was endless, and chasing it all would be futile.
But this time was different.
A hacker girl he'd met online—an anonymous ally—had uncovered data pointing to this Siberian base. The files mentioned genetic human experiments—children used as test subjects, their DNA spliced with monsters.
Sanjid could ignore HYDRA's politics, but he couldn't ignore human experimentation.
In his eyes, there was no greater sin. No creature, no god, no organization had the right to destroy human life in the name of science. Whoever dared to do such a thing deserved only one fate: annihilation.
That was why he'd crossed half the continent, traveling through endless snow to reach this hidden fortress. But the enemy's withdrawal proved they'd been warned.
As the smoke cleared, Sanjid's encrypted phone buzzed in his pocket.
Drip—drip.
He opened the message.
> "Hey, my friend, I just saw news of a huge explosion in Siberia. That was you, wasn't it? Who are you really? Don't tell me you're some kind of superhero?"
He smiled faintly. He could almost imagine the hacker girl's astonished expression on the other side of the screen. She was brilliant—reckless, curious, and too brave for her own good.
With a small chuckle, he typed nothing in reply, slipping the phone away. Then he leapt from the tree branch and began walking through the forest, snow crunching beneath his boots.
There was nothing more to find here. The explosion had erased all data, all proof. And soon, investigators—maybe S.H.I.E.L.D. agents—would swarm the ruins.
"Looks like I'll have to keep an eye on her," he murmured. "Hackers attract trouble."
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At the S.H.I.E.L.D. Trident Base
Far away, in the heart of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s secure facility, Director Nick Fury stood before a holographic projection, his single eye narrowing. Across from him, Tony Stark leaned casually against the table, a smirk playing on his lips.
The two men had been discussing global anomalies when the explosion feed appeared on their monitors.
"Another HYDRA site gone," Tony muttered. "Big boom. Care to guess who?"
Fury's jaw tightened. "You already know."
Tony grinned. "Guilty. I might've loaned him a stealth drone, just for… observation. Call it a friendly favor."
"You helped him?" Fury growled, though there was a glint of curiosity in his eye.
"Helped? Nah. Observed. But come on, Fury—you've been covering his tracks, haven't you? Someone's been scrubbing every trace of that kid's actions off the grid. If it's not you, who else could it be?"
Fury didn't answer. The silence stretched between them, heavy with mutual understanding.
They both knew Sanjid wasn't just another gifted youth. He was something else—something that reminded them of forces even S.H.I.E.L.D. couldn't classify.
Finally, Fury turned away. "If that kid's connected to the Goddess of Judgment… we're standing at the edge of a storm we can't control."
Tony's smirk faded. "Then maybe we should find him before someone else does."
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