6 months later.
The night air was thick with humidity, the dense jungle of West Africa swallowing the sounds of distant wildlife. The mission was supposed to be routine. Brock Rumlow and his Hydra agents had arrived under the guise of a SHIELD operation, their objective simple: secure an asset, extract vital intelligence, and eliminate any local resistance. Everything had gone smoothly—until now.
"Comms are dead," one of the agents whispered. "We lost contact with base."
"That ain't right," Rumlow muttered. This has never happened before. "SHIELD's got satellites on this op. There's no way we should be blacked out." He had a bad feeling about it, and his instincts were right.
Suddenly one of the agents dropped dead. Followed by an arrow lodged deep into the ground while the head of the agent burst open like a blown up pumpkin, throwing blood everywhere. He could see that with the help of torch light.
The man beside Rumlow gave a strangled gasp before being yanked into the shadows. No gunfire. No struggle. Just gone. "Form up!" Rumlow barked, raising his rifle and scanning the darkness.
"We need more lights! Now!"
One of the agents reached for a flare, but before he could strike it, tendrils shot out from the darkness, wrapping around his limbs. He let out a strangled cry before being pulled violently into the abyss. The faint sound of a blade slicing through flesh followed, and then—silence.
A shadow darted through the clearing. Liam appeared behind another Hydra agent, his form flickering like a phantom. He plunged an ethereal dagger into the man's back, the blade phasing through armor as if it weren't even there.
The n fired wildly, muzzle flashes illuminating the jungle for split seconds. "Eagre" Liam created a do shaped huge barrier around himself that not only stopped the bullets but also pushed all of the agents backward making them fall.
Liam made his next move as he reappeared behind another agent, grabbed him by the head, and unleashed a Wraith Drain, siphoning away his life.
"We need evac! Now!" another agent scread into his dead comms. No response. Only silence. Liam wasn't done as he used Shimmy to reach other agents and used Wraith chain to kill the rest in a swift and efficient away. And this attack not only killed the agents but each of them were burned to death, into ashes by the end.
Rumlow stood alone by the end. He knew that he couldn't do anything, even his bullets only made him fall on his back. Liam appeared in front of him while a bluish orb seed to revolving around and multiple one at that.
"You are the Wraithborn." Rumlow asked while gritting his teeth. He had seen Wraithborn fight in that war against the Frost Giants, so he knew that escaping was not on his cards.
"You are perspective." Liam said.
"Why are you doing this to us? We are friends. You won't be able to run away once SHIELD cos to know." Rumlow growled.
"Funny thing is it was SHIELD itself who asked to get rid of you." Liam replied as he lifted his hands forming an arrow with jagged sides made of cold ice.
"What? Impossible. We are SHIELD." Rumlow argued.
"It was Fury who sent here, my friend. Hydra's happy days are coming to an end." Liam replied as he released the arrow. Th arrow went straight through the body of Rumlow's abdon, followed by another arrow going straight through his head, making the body headless before it touched the wet ground.
Liam looked at the battlefield who didn't have any other living being. "Crucible". This spell destroyed everything on it's path as it summoned a wall of fire, burning away any evidence, even the bodies of the agents, leaving nothing in it's wake.
Liam didn't waste another mont here as he summoned his javelin and flew high up before summoning his Hornet and flying away.
"Mission accomplished." Liam sent a short ssage before he reached New York. These few months Liam wasn't the only person busy. Natasha, Barton, Rogers and Tony had been secretly taking stealth missions and completing them all over the globe, killing Hydra agents and bases.
Thanks to the tech given by Tony, they would first isolate the place and then burn them to the ground. Hydra bases were getting attacked left and right, and all the heads felt like they were living in pins and needles. They knew soone was targeting them but didn't know who.
Fury played the perfect director. At tis he would send only the Hydra agents in the mission and leave the good ones which resulted in the death of all of them. Alexander Pierce had even asked Fury to help him in investigation and Fury of course obliged only to show no results by the end.
It was a weekend so Liam went back to his ho and spent ti with his family. Liam had progressed a lot in the ga in the last 6 months. He finally got used to the new God body and also control the Rage factor that ca with it. Though he quadruple tis against Baldur, he was able to take him down the first part.
And now he was in the endga. He would have to face Baldur again and kill him, and doing so would be hard since that guy was immortal. And only mistletoe could actually kill him. Liam was getting ready to face Baldur again and for the last ti.
Over ti he started liking Freya but he knew what was going to co.
"You seem a bit dejected. Did your experints go wrong?" Mason asked as he saw his son being a bit silent.
"No.. It's going alright. I was thinking of moving to my own place permanently in a few days." Liam replied.
"What? You are not even 18 yet." Olivia said.
"I will be in a few months and I have been living outside anyways the past few months." Liam said.
"You sure you want to do this?" Mason asked.
"I am. Though I will drop by. But I want to move my things out." Liam said.
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