Spider-Man : BloodWrath

Breaching HYDRA

WITH PETER AND TEAM

As dawn's pale light crept over the snow-dusted peaks of the Austrian Alps, Dr. Strange and Wanda Maximoff stood just below the ridge overlooking HYDRA's hidden base. A massive crimson shield shimmered like liquid fire around the compound, humming with magic that even Strange could feel pulsing underfoot. Strange's hand hovered in the air, his fingers tracing the patterns of the shield, trying to discern its weaknesses.

After a moment, he sighed. "Stealth is out of the question," he said. "The shield is too strong and too complex. It's layered in protective spells woven deep into the ground here. Breaching it quietly would be... improbable."

Wanda cocked her head, studying the ominous red glow around the base. "Then we're not sneaking in," she replied, the faintest smirk touching her lips. "Violence it is."

Strange nodded, then turned to Peter and Mr. Knight, who were crouched behind them, both watching for any approaching patrols. "You two keep an eye out while we work on breaking through. Once the alarms go off, which they certainly will, we're all targets. So be ready."

Peter gave a tight nod. "Guess this means subtlety just went out the window." He stepped back, positioning himself a bit farther from the breach point, keeping his senses honed for any signs of movement from the base.

Wanda held out her hands, her fingers twisting through the air as chaos energy began to swirl, scarlet tendrils winding into her palms. Beside her, Strange whispered ancient words, his fingers weaving mystic shapes that glowed with blue light. Their energies coiled together, pulsing and growing until, with a powerful thrust, they unleashed the combined force toward the shield.

The shield rippled violently, glowing hotter and brighter before finally giving way, tearing open like fabric. A shockwave reverberated from the breach, sending red tendrils of the fractured magic arcing into the sky.

As expected, alarms blared throughout the base. Immediately, floodlights snapped on, cutting through the dark morning mist, catching Strange and Wanda in their stark white glow. Red warning lights flashed around the facility, and Peter could hear the unmistakable rumble of artillery being readied.

Without a word, Hydra soldiers began firing, heavy artillery shells launched from distant turrets zeroing in on them. Wanda didn't flinch. Her eyes glowed a fierce scarlet as she extended her fingers and flicked them upward. The incoming shells turned in midair, fragments dissolving and transforming into a cascade of soft, red flower petals that drifted harmlessly to the snow-covered ground.

Strange raised his hands, summoning a shimmering circular shield in front of them as the base's machine guns opened fire. Bullets bounced off his magical barrier, ricocheting into the rocks around them. The steady rattle of gunfire echoed through the valley, broken only by the harsh commands of the HYDRA officers from below.

Peter watched as the spotlight shifted, trying to track their movements. "Well, they know we're here now," he muttered, glancing over at Mr. Knight. "Think they'll send out a welcoming party?"

Mr. Knight only smirked, adjusting his white gloves as if preparing for an invitation of his own.

Dr. Strange, his eyes narrow with focus, traced a swift, intricate motion with his hands, opening a glowing, circular portal on the ground beneath their feet. "Time to go!" he commanded, and one by one, they all stepped forward, dropping into the dark swirl of magic that swallowed them whole.

In an instant, they emerged from the portal, now in the heart of the HYDRA base, surrounded by soldiers clad in the familiar dark green uniforms with red HYDRA emblems. The surprised troops hesitated for a heartbeat, but Peter and Mr. Knight wasted no time.