For the second ti, Agent K transmitted live footage through an encrypted channel to the n in Black's internal satellite.
Inside the Helicarrier, Mary—known as Agent M—transferred the footage and uploaded it to a secure dark web forum.
The site's banner read: Rising Tide.
The Rising Tide was a decentralized hacker collective, similar to the old Hacker Alliance. Its mbers, scattered across the globe, rarely knew each other's identities. They championed transparency, freedom of information, and digital liberation. Like phantoms of cyberspace, they revealed secrets buried by governnts, moving unseen like the wind—digital Zorros with keyboards.
Agent M's post stirred imdiate attention.
[M]: Did anyone see Tony Stark's press conference? I hacked into SHIELD's secure servers for this. Take a look. (Video link)
[Skye]: Just watched it. I was planning to do the sa, but you beat to it—fast as always.
[Anonymous 1]: Wait, M, is that video real?
[Miles]: Skye, your skills are still traceable. Don't poke governnt systems without my help.
[Skye]: Chill, ntor. Got it.
[Anonymous 2]: Forget the banter—this video is insane! It's the biggest leak I've seen all year.
[Anonymous 3]: Holy crap. That's the SHIELD Director, right? We saw him in the files before. Did Hydra really take over?
[Anonymous 1]: So Hydra survived! And SHIELD was compromised just like Stark said! We need to act!
[Miles]: We're just hackers. What exactly do you think we can do?
[Skye]: We do what we do best—broadcast the truth. Everyone deserves to see this.
[Anonymous 1]: Skye's right! This is the Rising Tide's mont. Let's crash so servers!
[Anonymous 2]: But most social platforms are owned by Stark Industries. Their firewalls are brutal.
[M]: Leave that to . We'll handle the distribution.
[Skye]: Perfect! And don't forget to watermark the video with our logo.
[M]: Already on it.
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Ten minutes later, a massive banner appeared across every app and hopage managed by Stark Industries.
[REVEALED: HYDRA'S RETURN – What the Governnt Won't Tell You. Rising Tide guarantees authenticity.]
Clicking the banner led to a high-impact video compilation. It showed Nick Fury and his team infiltrating the SHIELD Helicarrier and engaging in a brutal battle before being overwheld.
The full mission lasted hours, but the video was trimd to five intense minutes—tight editing, dynamic pacing, and even dramatic music perfectly tid to action beats.
Whether the credit went to Agent M or Jarvis was unclear. But the result was explosive.
The video was front-paged across every major site. Within minutes, tens of millions had clicked the link.
Comnt sections exploded:
"This is wild. Is Hydra really back?!"
"It's like my grandfather who fought in WWII just climbed out of the grave and told Hydra's still kicking."
"SHIELD is garbage. How does the director lose in one hit?"
"Forget Fury—what's with the green guy on the floor? Clone tech?"
"He's screaming about destruction and salvation... Are we about to have another world war?"
Social dia went into ltdown. So laughed it off, others panicked. But one thing was clear: the world was no longer the sa.
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At SHIELD Headquarters...
Reactions were very different among the gathered delegates.
Pierce had gathered hundreds of representatives from around the world. He kept them entertained—touring the facility, showcasing SHIELD's professionalism, and assuring them everything was under control.
He even arranged lunch.
In front of them all, he called Agent Sitwell, who calmly reported that all was proceeding as planned.
The delegates relaxed, confident in SHIELD's power.
But fate intervened.
One delegate's phone rang. Then another. And another. Dozens of tones clashed into a digital symphony of chaos.
Confused, each delegate answered—only for their faces to go pale within seconds.
The representative from White Bear Country was first to act. He projected his screen onto the conference's main holoscreen, broadcasting Stark's live video.
Then ca the second blow: the Rising Tide leak.
The room fell into stunned silence.
Eyes locked on the footage, absorbing every second.
Pierce's expression shifted from polite to cold, then settled into sothing worse: a mocking smile.
When the video ended, everyone stared at him.
"Anything to say, Director Pierce?" the White Bear Country delegate asked, shrugging off his blazer to reveal a surprisingly muscular build, clearly ready for a fight.
The rest stood up one by one, aligning with him.
The content was clear—Pierce was compromised, and SHIELD was infested with Hydra. The delegates now realized they were inside enemy territory.
So prepared to resist. Others looked to call for help.
Pierce only chuckled.
He tapped his comm calmly, "Subdue them."
The doors burst open.
Dozens of ard agents stord in, launching tear gas into the room before taking aim.
As Pierce walked past them, his expression unreadable in the shadow, he muttered coldly into the air:
"Rising Tide. Tony Stark. I hope you've both written your goodbyes."
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A new week has begun
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