Marvel & Wattpad's Captain Malaya 2: The British Assassin

Chapter 1

One year had passed since the intense battle that had shaken Kuala Lumphattan to its core. Captain Malaya, now known to the world as Arif Muizzudin, had found himself settling into a new life in Putrajaya. The bustling modern city was a far cry from the Pahang of his youth, and he was slowly adjusting to the complexities of the 21st century.

One crisp morning, as the sun began to rise over the city, Arif decided to take a stroll in Putrajaya Park. He marveled at the towering skyscrapers that surrounded him, wondering how much the world had changed during his time in suspended animation.

As he walked, Arif couldn't help but notice a man jogging ahead of him. The jogger's disciplined gait and strong physique suggested a military background. Arif quickened his pace, closing the gap between them.

"On your left," Arif greeted as he caught up to the jogger.

The man slowed to a stop, his chest heaving with exertion. He wiped the sweat from his brow and returned the greeting with a friendly nod. "Morning. Beautiful day for a run, isn't it?"

Arif nodded in agreement. "Indeed, it is. I'm Arif, by the way."

The jogger extended a hand, introducing himself as Mohammad Nasrullah. "You can call me Nas. Retired pararescueman."

Arif couldn't help but be impressed. "Para-rescue? That's quite a profession. I've been out of the loop for a while, so I'm still catching up with the world."

Nas chuckled. "I can imagine. Say, have you heard of Marvin Gaye's 'Trouble Man' soundtrack?"

Arif shook his head. "Can't say that I have. Is it something I should know about?"

Nas grinned. "Well, if you're trying to get up to speed on the last few decades, it's a good place to start. It's a classic."

Arif made a mental note to check it out. "Thanks for the recommendation, Nas. I'll give it a listen."

Just as they were settling into a conversation, Arif's phone buzzed with a text message. He checked it and furrowed his brow. "I've got to go. It looks like duty calls."

Nas nodded in understanding. "No problem, Arif. Duty always comes first. It was nice meeting you."

With a quick farewell, Arif turned and headed toward the curb, where he was told to wait. Moments later, a sleek black car pulled up, and the driver's side window rolled down to reveal a familiar face.

"Lilik Rahayu," Arif greeted with a smile as he climbed into the car. "What brings you here?"

Lilik, known in the field as Black Widow, smirked. "Just keeping an eye on things, Captain. Fury wants to see you."

Arif settled into the car, ready for whatever new mission awaited him. The atmosphere grew tense as the car sped through the bustling streets of Putrajaya. Arif could feel a storm brewing, a sense of foreboding that was hard to shake.

The duo joins other S.H.I.E.L.D. agents led by Imtiaz Rumlow as they fly over the vast expanse of the Indian Ocean. The mission ahead weighed heavily on their minds; a S.H.I.E.L.D. vessel, the formidable Lemurian Star, had fallen prey to a group of ruthless pirates led by the infamous Georges Batroc. The stakes were high, for among the hostages held captive on that vessel was none other than Agent Jasper Sitwell, a valued member of the S.H.I.E.L.D. team.

Arif, donned in his iconic Captain Malaya outfit, prepared for the daring assault. With unwavering determination in his eyes, he stood at the edge of the jet's open hatch, armed solely with his vibranium shield. There was no parachute, no safety net, just the unyielding belief in his abilities and his duty. He gave one last nod to his fellow agents, a silent acknowledgment of their shared resolve, and then he leaped into the unknown.

The Indian Ocean greeted Captain Malaya as he descended like a comet, his silhouette casting a fleeting shadow on the calm waters below. The ocean's surface swallowed him whole, but in mere moments, he emerged, unscathed, onto the Lemurian Star. The pirates guarding the ship were taken by surprise, their expressions of shock mirrored by the suddenness of his arrival.

Without hesitation, Arif surged forward, his vibranium shield an extension of his will. Each strike, each parry, was executed with the precision of a master, as he beat back every goon that dared to challenge him. The ship's metallic corridors became a battleground, echoing with the clang of fists meeting shield and the groans of defeated adversaries.

Meanwhile, Lilik, alongside the other dedicated agents, descended from the aircraft above. Their synchronized descent was a testament to their training and discipline. Together, they fought their way through the labyrinthine ship, freeing hostages as they advanced. S.H.I.E.L.D. agents and pirates clashed in intense skirmishes, a dance of skill and strategy that determined the fate of those aboard the Lemurian Star.

As Arif continued his relentless assault on the ship's deck, he sensed Lilik and the other agents closing in. Their presence was a reassuring reminder that he was not alone in this perilous mission. The agents, displaying unwavering resolve, defeated the remaining pirates and secured the safety of the hostages.

But Georges Batroc, a formidable adversary in his own right, refused to yield. He engaged Captain Malaya in a fierce one-on-one duel. Arif's shield clashed with Batroc's agile kicks and lightning-fast strikes. The pirate's taunting words hung in the air, "I thought you were more than a mask."

In response, Arif made a fateful decision. With a swift motion, he removed his mask, revealing his face to his opponent. It was a symbolic gesture, a statement that he was more than just a symbol – he was a man, driven by purpose and resolve. "Let's find out," he replied, his voice tinged with determination.

Their battle raged on, the combatants locked in a test of strength, agility, and willpower. Despite Batroc's relentless attacks, Captain Malaya's resilience remained unshaken. Blow after blow, they traded, each striving for dominance on the ship's precarious deck.

In a moment of breathtaking skill, Arif used his shield to disarm Batroc, sending his weapon clattering across the deck. But Batroc, a master of combat in his own right, refused to stay down. With astonishing speed, he regained his footing, ready for another round.

Their duel continued, a symphony of combat echoing across the ocean. The clash of ideologies, heroism versus villainy, played out in their every move. Finally, Captain Malaya's unyielding determination paid off. With a calculated strike, he knocked Batroc down for good, the pirate defeated but not broken.

Breathing heavily, Arif turned his attention to the mission's completion. He found Lilik deep within the heart of the ship, her fingers dancing across the ship's computer console as she extracted vital files onto a secure S.H.I.E.L.D. flash drive. When Arif called out to her, she turned, her expression cool and collected.

But before they could exchange words, chaos erupted. A lone pirate, driven by desperation, sprinted past them, hurling a grenade in their direction. Time seemed to slow as Arif's instincts kicked in. He grabbed Lilik, his gloved hand wrapping around her waist, and with a powerful leap, they dived through a nearby window, narrowly escaping the explosion that engulfed the area behind them.

Their bodies crashed onto the deck below, rolling to a halt as smoke and debris billowed around them. They lay there, bruised but alive, their mission accomplished but their journey far from over. The battle on the Lemurian Star had been won, but the shadowy forces that lurked in the world were ever watchful, and the heroes of S.H.I.E.L.D. remained ever vigilant in the face of darkness.