DC/Marvel: This Guy is Insane

"From now on, I'm taking over Hydra. Those who agree, sit down. Those who object, stand up." Alan declared.

The next second, the five surviving leaders immediately sat down. They were utterly incapable of resistance, with the psychic storm implanted in their minds ensuring immediate death if they disobeyed.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Alan. I served as a Hydra agent during World War II and achieved significant intelligence breakthroughs," Alan stated, calmly recounting his glorious past deeds.

"Iron Curtain, Alan!?" one leader exclaimed, suddenly remembering the codename and name from dusty archives.

"You've heard my story?" Alan's eyes lit up, feeling quite famous.

"I've read a little," the leader replied awkwardly, not daring to reveal the true contents of the archives. The files described Alan as a double agent, serving both Hydra and the Soviet Union, before betraying them to S.H.I.E.L.D. and absconding with a crucial artifact that could have turned the tide of the war. He was also rumored to have defeated the old god Ares. Of course, this couldn't be verified; according to eyewitness accounts, the battle was so intense that ordinary people couldn't approach, with lightning and thunder visible and audible from dozens of kilometers away.

"Don't dwell on the past. Just do your job diligently, and less ass-kissing," Alan said, waving his hand with a condescending air that made the leader awkwardly scratch his foot. Who's trying to kiss your ass? Just tone it down a bit.

Psylocke was stunned that Alan had participated in World War II, given his apparent age of twenty. But she didn't probe further, simply surmising that he had used some mystical power to prolong his life, perhaps at the cost of his sanity.

"Bring me the intelligence on Stryker." Alan kept the first step of his plan firmly in mind.

One leader immediately reported, "Stryker has been reinstated to his position and transferred to a military research base on the Canadian border. He's preparing to restart the Weapon X program."

It was exactly as Alan had predicted. Psylocke felt a chill run down her spine, fear stirring within her. Not only was Alan a terrifyingly brilliant strategist, but his unpredictable madness made it impossible to discern his next move or how he calculated his schemes.

"Keep him under maximum observation." Alan rested his chin on his hands, a sinister expression on his face. "The fish is too small. We need to fatten it up." Alan did not reveal his full plan to the leaders; they only needed to follow his orders.

"Design a uniform for me. I'm no longer hiding my identity as Captain Hydra."

"…" Captain Hydra? Never heard of him. Hydra had never had such a role since its inception. The only time the title had been heard was when Alan had been yelling it during his visit to S.H.I.E.L.D.

"The Brotherhood of Mutants and the Hellfire Club are to be put on secondary observation." Alan had mostly completed his current arrangements. He also requested a list of Hydra's top combatants. The list was divided into two categories: martial prowess and intelligence. A mature supervillain organization needed not only fighting power but also a think tank to strategize.

On the combat list, many of their active agents were already embedded within S.H.I.E.L.D., so they couldn't be easily deployed. Following orders could expose them.

Scrolling further down, he found six Winter Soldiers in cryogenic stasis. Winter Soldier wasn't just one individual; it was a major project, with only six successful subjects, Bucky Barnes being one of them. This implied that Bucky hadn't been awakened yet and hadn't encountered Baron Zemo.

"Bucky. He'll be useful." Alan had already factored the Winter Soldiers into his plans.

Further down were names awaiting recruitment.

Natasha Romanoff (Pending Recruitment)

"Black Widow!" Alan exclaimed, remembering his old acquaintance. He stroked his chin. "Hydra certainly thinks big, trying to recruit Natasha." Without a doubt, Alan added her to his list of potential recruits.

He then casually scrolled through the intelligence list, filled with unfamiliar names.

Arnim Zola (Archived)

"Another old acquaintance." Alan recalled the memories of Dr. Zola assigning him missions. Back then, Dr. Zola would have been in his forties. Now, he should be long dead.

"Holy shit! He achieved mechanical ascension!" Alan slapped his thigh, remembering from the movie that Zola had uploaded his consciousness to a computer, achieving digital immortality. The file confirmed that Dr. Zola was indeed within the safe house. Alan immediately decided to visit his old friend.

Psylocke, assigned to monitor him, stood silently by his side, listening to his rambling. She maintained an unbothered demeanor, patiently waiting for him to slip up.

Inside the safe house, few agents were active. They were all in support roles. They didn't seem too concerned about the change in leadership. It felt more like they were simply clocking in for a paycheck. Truth be told, the current state of Hydra was rather stagnant. They were in a period of silent dormancy. If anyone tried to make waves, they would be immediately shut down.

One level below ground.

Rows of large computer cabinets lined the room. The technology of the 1960s and 70s was limited, so maintaining digital consciousness required a large number of machines.

He pulled a lever.

Instantly, rows of lights flickered on. The server fans hummed as they began to cool. In the center, a computer monitor lit up. A green cascade of data flowed downwards, as if the system was booting up.

"Huh… quite the cybernetic aesthetic." Alan patted the monitor. Old electronics were often finicky and required a physical jolt to start. For example, the only black-and-white TV in his orphanage. When the signal was bad, the head of the orphanage would often tap the screen twice to restore the picture. The children would then happily eat their meals while watching Astro Boy.

Soon, the system was fully operational. On the screen, a pixelated face of Dr. Zola, made of green squares, appeared.

"I have finally awaited the coming of the new century, the fourth—" Dr. Zola stopped mid-sentence, his expression rigid as he stared at Alan.

"The fourth what?" Alan urged. "Don't keep me in suspense, old Zola."

"Nothing," Zola replied curtly, then asked, confused, "Alan, aren't you dead? How are you here?"

Slap!

Alan smacked the monitor, annoyed. "Who spread that rumor? When did I die?"

"After that battle, you went missing. Many in Hydra wanted revenge, but they couldn't find you," Zola explained truthfully. Decades had passed. He had been presumed dead, and his files were due to be incinerated.

"How haven't you aged?" Zola asked excitedly. He had traded his physical body for digital immortality. Yet, Alan looked exactly the same. How could he not be jealous?

"We're not in the same timeline," Alan said, tapping the monitor again. "Don't interrupt. Tell me what the fourth is, or I'll dismantle your hard drive."

"No… I'll tell you…"

(End of Chapter)

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