You wake to the hum of machines and the low murmur of voices. Your body aches, stitched together by Bruce and pure stubborness.
“She’s waking up,” Bruce says quietly, stepping back.
You blink against the soft lighting. The ceiling is sleek and unfamiliar, but the voice that follows makes your chest clench.
“Took you long enough,” Clint smirks from the foot of your bed, arms crossed. “Was starting to think you just wanted to get out of mission reports.”
Natasha hands you a glass of water, her expression is soft but guarded. “You gave us quite a scare.”
You sip slowly, catching sight of the others filtering in. Sam leans in the doorway. Steve pulls up a chair. Tony’s scrolling something aggressively on a tablet trying to look like he doesn't care.
And then there’s Bucky, standing just behind them. He's silent and watchful. His hands are shoved into his pockets like he doesn’t know what to do with them.
Loki is leaning against the far wall he flicks his fingers lazily. “She lives. How disappointing for our enemies.”
Your voice is dry your throat hoarse . “If you start reciting poetry, I’m pulling this IV and walking out.”
“I missed you too, Pet,” he purrs.
You shift upright, flinching slightly. Steve moves to help, but you wave him off.
Tony doesn’t look up. “While Sleeping Beauty was on her spa retreat, we managed to intercept a Hydra comms satellite. Guess what we found?”
A map lights up behind him red dots flickering across continents.
“Ten hidden bases,” he says, voice clipped. “All lighting up after you went dark. They’re moving assets. Preparing for something big.”
“Then we have to hit them first,” you say, all the softness gone from your voice.
“Whoa, sunshine,” Sam says. “You just got out of a torture chamber. Maybe let your bones heal first?”
You glare at him. “They didn’t break me. They just pissed me off.”
There’s a pause. Then Bucky speaks, low and rough: “They’re scared. That’s why they moved. We can use that.”
Loki steps closer to you. “What do you say we put an end to their little game?”
Tony finally glances up. “We’re planning coordinated strikes.”
Natasha looks at you. “You sure you’re ready?”
Your smile. “I was born ready. I just needed a nap.” you shrug.
You all gathered in the small conference room Maps and blueprints sprawled across the table, digital projections flicker in midair. Red dots marked old Hydra nests. Green ones marked SHIELD bunkers still loyal to Fury. Yellow… those were the ones still unknown.
Steve stands at the head of the table, arms crossed his jaw tight. “We’ve tracked encrypted communications between several facilities. The pattern loops every six hours, someone’s moving resources fast.”
Tony leans back in his chair, spinning it slightly. “I intercepted two of their dead drops. Cloaked in a SHIELD proxy, but it’s Hydra tech. Amateur hour. Honestly, if Hydra’s going to pretend to be us, they could at least try to code like me.”
Natasha rolls her eyes. “Keep stroking your ego, Stark. It’s the only thing that gets bigger.”
“I’m not even going to touch that one,” Clint mutters, twirling a knife between his fingers.
Clint’s blade slams into the map, right over a mountainous region in Eastern Europe.
“Here,” he says, . “They’re funneling weapons and prisoners through a decommissioned SHIELD base. Supposed to be offline since 2014 but the Intel says otherwise.”
A heavy silence falls. Then Thor slams Mjolnir onto the table. “Then it falls.”
Steve moves around the table, nodding to each person.
“Nat, Clint, Y/N you’re infiltration. Make it quiet make it fast. Get in and disable security. Pull any prisoners you find. Thor, Sam, Bucky, frontline, cause a scene. Keep them distracted and let them know we’re done hiding.”
“Loki and Wanda you’re disruption. Take out their power grid. Mess with their minds. Keep them disoriented.”
Tony points at himself. “And what’s my role? Cheerleader?”
“You’re on overwatch and drone control,” Steve said without missing a beat. “Also… fireworks.” Steve smirks.
Tony grinned. “Now that I can do.”
In the ready room the sound of armor snapping into place, gloves, guns, gaunlets getting ready fill the air. Loki’s cape swirled dramatically for no reason other than drama.
You zip up your tactical vest and check your sidearm, and catch Loki watching you and you smile.
He smirks, stepping closer. “Do try not to get kidnapped again, Pet. It’s getting rather repetitive.”
You raise your eyebrow. “Try not to get banished mid-mission, Trickster.”
Bucky checks his combat knife his face cool and collected. “Let’s make some noise,” he says his voice low.
Clint slides his quiver into place. “Oh, we’re making an entrance.”
Thor grins like a wolf. “A glorious one.”
Jet engines roar on the landing pad as you all make your way out to board.
You look back once at the Tower, then at the people beside you, Your friends, your family and you smile.
“Let’s bring hydra down.” you state.
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