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Both sides were racing against time.

On paper, infiltrating the helicarriers sounded simple. In reality, it was anything but.

Even with Nick Fury onboard, they had only four operatives available.

Four people trying to sneak into a world-class military facility? It sounded like a suicide mission.

Yet neither Hawkeye, Coulson, nor Hill hesitated.

They truly believed the fate of the world rested on their shoulders. That conviction had kept them up all night, pouring over blueprints and forming a desperate plan.

"We have to hit the command center directly," Hill said, focused. "I believe we'll find allies among the agents. We need to win them over fast."

"It's a long shot," Hawkeye replied, "but it's all we've got. Let's make it count."

"I'll try contacting Tony Stark again," Coulson added. "He'll show up when it matters most."

As the trio went their separate ways, Fury remained still.

His expression turned grim.

Everything had spiraled too quickly.

He'd hoped to quietly take back S.H.I.E.L.D. through strategy and subterfuge.

Instead, overnight, world leaders somehow discovered Hydra's existence—and now full-blown war was inevitable.

He no longer had time.

After standing alone in thought, he picked up his phone.

"Talos... I need your help."

Talos, leader of the Skrulls. A key ally from S.W.O.R.D. And Fury's last hidden card.

Yes—Fury's ace in the hole was a race of aliens capable of shape-shifting and infiltration.

He was counting on them to tip the balance.

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Meanwhile, in Brooklyn...

Malrick, listening in with his enhanced hearing, nearly burst into laughter at the conversation.

"That black boiled egg is cautious when he shouldn't be, and reckless when it matters most."

The Skrulls weren't what Fury thought.

In the movies, they were shown as refugees, victims of Kree oppression. But in the comics, they were far from innocent—cosmic outlaws with galactic ambitions.

Created by the Celestials, the Skrulls could copy appearances and, in some cases, even the powers of other beings.

The elite among them, the Super Skrulls, were even more dangerous—capable of replicating superhuman abilities up to 70% accuracy.

Though the movie universe weakened their threat—limiting power replication to blood samples and tech—their true danger remained.

Their origins on Earth traced back over a decade.

After fleeing the Kree, Talos and his people landed here with help from Captain Marvel and Nick Fury.

Back then, they posed as harmless, soft-spoken victims in need of sanctuary.

Fury bought into it completely.

He and Captain Marvel vowed to find them a new home.

But that search stretched for over a decade... and during that time, Talos secretly spread a message to his kin:

"Earth is safe. Come."

Now, millions of Skrulls lived among humans.

And with time, they realized Earth wasn't just safe—it was ideal.

They began viewing humans not as saviors, but obstacles.

Yet Fury, trusting them blindly, never saw it.

Perhaps he didn't want to. His rapid rise to Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. owed much to the Skrulls, who had quietly aided him behind the scenes, mimicking, spying, even replacing high-profile officials.

Malrick shook his head.

"Millions of Mystique-level shapeshifters. Even if they came here with pure intentions, they sure don't have them now."

Compared to that, the Men in Black organization he had just founded seemed like child's play.

"Once Hydra is dealt with, we'll need to deal with those green-skinned squatters too."

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When the helicarriers launched, Fury and his team actually pulled off the infiltration.

Hawkeye's plan worked. They bypassed the surveillance systems, evaded patrols, and slipped in.

No alerts. No obstacles.

Coulson and Hawkeye exchanged glances of relief.

"Can't believe it... it actually worked."

"Maybe someone up there's looking out for us," Coulson muttered.

Only Fury knew the truth.

The guards at key points? Replaced.

Officials across global security agencies? Replaced.

All swapped with Skrulls under Fury's orders.

The infiltration wasn't a miracle—it was orchestrated.

Now, the mission could proceed.

"Take this corridor. It leads straight to the command deck," Hawkeye said, moving ahead. "We take control of this helicarrier and use it to shoot down the other two."

"Move it, Fury. Time isn't on our side!"

Tony's intel had exposed only the top brass of Hydra.

The Skrulls hadn't yet finished extracting memory data from the agents they'd replaced, so the group had no way to distinguish loyal agents from Hydra operatives.

The result? Every agent they encountered was neutralized, just in case.

Eventually, the four-man team reached the ventilation ducts above the command room.

It was a tight squeeze—just wide enough to crawl through.

They pressed their heads together to peer down from the narrow vent.

Four faces, jammed side by side like peanuts in a shell.

"Rumlow's down there!" Fury whispered, eye narrowing with fury. "That bastard's Hydra too."

"Seriously? Crossbones is Hydra?" Hawkeye frowned. "Makes sense now why you only trust a handful of us. Are we even S.H.I.E.L.D., or are we just Hydra's unpaid interns?"

"Focus," Fury snapped. "Hawkeye, distract Rumlow. Coulson, back up Hill when she grabs the controls."

"What about you?" Hill asked.

"I'm—"

"Who's there? Show yourself!"

A voice shouted from the command room.

Sharon Carter stood below, weapon raised.

In combat gear and alert, she had her pistol trained on the vent where four deformed, startled faces stared back at her.

The room tensed.

As Peggy Carter's niece, Sharon carried the weight of legacy—and she wasn't pulling the trigger just yet.

"Don't move!"

Fury sighed under his breath. "Damn it."

The three heads beside him rolled their eyes in unison.

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A few minutes later...

The team was surrounded, standing in the middle of the command room with weapons aimed at them from all sides.

"Nick Fury?" one officer exclaimed. "You're supposed to be dead! Hydra killed you two days ago!"

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