The holo display pulsed with Hydra's web—nodes glowing like targets.
Alex leaned forward—voice resolute. "To deal with Hydra without alerting them, we go stealth. No big swings. Surgical cuts."
Phase one: surveillance. "Aether hacks their comms—false flags to monitor without tripping alarms. We map every cell, every agent, every base."
Natasha nodded—sharp. "I infiltrate low-level ops. Gather physical intel. Bucky too—his knowledge of protocols is key."
Bucky's metal arm whirred—quiet agreement. "I know their codes. Their safehouses. We ghost in, tag them with trackers, ghost out."
Phase two: isolation. "Cut communications. Aether spoofs signals—make cells think others are compromised. Sow doubt. Turn them inward."
Tony grinned—leaning in. "I like it. Paranoia as a weapon. Add some Stark malware—viruses that corrupt data, make manifests look forged."
Clint crossed his arms. "Arrows with EMP tips for bases. Disable without destruction."
Phase three: extraction. "Coordinated takedowns—simultaneous hits on all nodes. No alerts. Gwen webs entries for containment. Wanda chaos pulses to disorient. Nat and I disable leaders. Vision phases through for tech sabotage. Scott shrinks in for intel grabs. Peter webs reinforcements. Sam aerial support. Steve and Bucky ground assault. Tony drones for overwatch."
Steve met his eyes—nodding. "No kills if possible. We're better than them."
Peter's voice piped up—eager. "What about escapes?"
Alex's chaos energy flickered—red-gold. "Probability stacks. I tilt the odds—no one slips."
The plan solidified—detailed, layered, unbreakable.
But Fury remained.
"We need him," Alex said. "To clean SHIELD from inside."
Steve nodded. "I'll make the call."
The meeting stretched—refinements, contingencies.
Hydra's end was coming.
Quiet. Surgical. Inevitable.
