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"It's over," Dr. List strode over to Strucker, "Fury has released everything to the public."

"Everything he knows about," Strucker pointed out.

"Herr Strucker, if he gets word about our work here, if he finds out we serve HYDRA—"

"HYDRA, S.H.I.E.L.D," Strucker cut him off mid-sentence and walked around a table, "Two sides of a coin which is no longer currency. What we have," he walked towards the front of the room where Loki's scepter was lying, "Is worth more than any of them ever knew. We've only scratched the surface and already," he trailed off and walked out of the room, Dr. List followed him. "There are other facilities doing HYDRA's good work around the world. We'll feed them to Captain America and his colorful friends. Keep them off our scent."

"What about the volunteers?" Dr. List inquired.

"The dead will be buried so deep their own ghosts won't be able to find them."

"And the survivors?"

"The twins, and of course, L/N," Strucker beamed proudly, staring through the glass at the three subdivided rooms, which had three people dressed in all grey attires.

In the first room, was a boy with disheveled hair, dashing around the room and slamming into the wall out of control, leaving a trail of silver in the air behind him and he came to a stop with his back to the wall.

Pietro Maximoff. 

The second room, had a girl with dark hair and pale skin, kneeling on the ground. Feeble red mists erupted from her fingertips, levitating wooden blocks into the air in front of her. 

Wanda Maximoff.

The third room had a girl with H/C hair that reached her shoulders. She had her eyes closed and brows furrowed, as though deeply concentrated. She was levitating a sharp dagger in her right hand with weak green mists protruding from her palm and fingers. She was staring off into the other end of the room where a dartboard was hung on the wall with multiple black darts latched into it.

Y/N L/N.

"Sooner or later, they will meet the twins and L/N," Strucker breathed knowingly, "It is not the world of spies anymore. Not even a world of heroes. This is the age of miracles, Doctor," he glanced back at him, "And there's nothing more horrifying than a miracle."

Pietro seemed to have gained control of himself and looked down at his gauze-covered hands.

Wanda smashed two blocks together with a flick of both her wrists together, making spikes form them as a result.

Y/N glanced down at the levitated dagger in her hand and spun her hands intricately, making the blade fly and stick on the bullseye of dartboard with low vibrating noise that echoed throughout the room.

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