43: Repercussions 1
"Damn useless trash!" Johann Shmidt growled, slamming his desk with such force that the wood splintered and shattered into pieces, scattering across the dimly lit room.
His ragged breathing was the only sound in the air until, little by little, he regained his composure and let himself fall into his chair.
"Two important Hydra bases lost, along with several dozen of Zola's monsters... This plan has been an absolute failure," he said in frustration to nothingness.
"I wouldn't call it a failure," and the nothingness answered him.
From the darkest corners, where the candlelight did not reach, the shadows stirred as if something within them had awakened, projecting a distant voice, almost like a whispering echo. For a second, twisted and illogical visions assaulted Johann's mind—impossible sights that could have driven a lesser man insane. But Johann was no lesser man.
He simply closed his eyes and took a deep breath, steadying the tremor in his hands.
"With Kamar-Taj weakened, you can now tear a larger breach in their shields and bring my true self back." It was like hearing a thousand different voices speaking the same words, causing a shiver to run down his spine. Johann almost clicked his tongue in irritation, but he restrained himself. Instead, he asked the only question that mattered.
"And bringing you back guarantees me anything? The ancient texts speak a lot about you, but none are clear about your true power. I'd rather not keep wasting my time and resources on an empty, absurd myth."
As his words fell, a cold, unnatural wind flooded the room, thickening the air with an oppressive density. Before he could react, countless gray tentacles shot out from the shadows, crawling over his body and rooting him in place like thick, unbreakable chains.
Johann resisted, growling in pain and rage, but even with the strength of a super soldier, he could not escape the thick appendages that threatened to crush him. Then something cracked, and he knew that if he kept fighting, he would only risk breaking every bone in his body.
But before that could happen, everything stopped, leaving Johann seated in his chair, sweat dripping from his forehead, his crimson skin marked with countless indentations.
"There is no turning back now. Your actions have doomed you. Your enemies now ascend beyond your understanding. Without me, you are fated to die..."
And then, silence returned. No more words were needed, because Johann knew it was true.
Even if Dr. Zola managed to complete his new serum, it would not help him protect himself from the hornet's nest he had stirred by attacking the hidden mystical forces of the world.
"I have no options left..." This was all Captain America's fault. He had forced him to this.
He had forced him to condemn them all.
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Raven opened her eyes in astonishment and quickly stood up as she saw the golden portal opening into nothingness just a few meters away from her.
But her alarm soon subsided when she saw John stepping out of the portal.
"Is that another new power?" she asked, with more calm than she actually felt upon witnessing something so incredibly strange.
But John shook his head, letting out a long sigh and giving her a weary look that instantly told her something bad had happened.
"I don't have much time to explain, but things went to hell while we were away." It wasn't surprising to John that Raven hadn't sensed all the commotion—the place he had chosen to test his new powers had been far from the base for a reason.
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ActionWhat should a man do when he is forced to replace America's greatest Hero? Give the best damn show of his life and become the greatest Super Soldier the world has ever seen or die trying. John was just an ordinary guy who ended up making a deal with...
