Marvel: Father of Superheroes

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Russia — A Hydra base near the Arctic Circle.

This facility was one of Hydra's major weapons bases.

It was assigned to the second X-Men team.

This squad was led by Cyclops, Scott Summers, with Beast Hank McCoy, Gambit Remy LeBeau, Jean Grey, and Ororo Monroe as team members.

They arrived at the location aboard a Quinjet provided by Nick Fury. After landing, the Quinjet activated its stealth mode.

In an instant, the aircraft vanished into the vast expanse of white snow.

"Whistle—"

Remy LeBeau let out a whistle, but the sound was quickly swallowed by the howling, snow-filled wind.

With a bored expression, he pressed down on the brim of his hat.

Scott looked off into the distance and said, "We're not far from the base. We need to get into position quickly."

"Hank, Jean—stay alert and keep watch on our surroundings."

After transforming, Hank McCoy's senses were extremely sharp. Jean's abilities, on the other hand, allowed her to mentally restrain enemies the moment they were detected.

Hank nodded, glancing at his new combat suit with a sigh.

He still preferred the one he had designed himself. The new design, courtesy of Raven...

It was just so ugly.

The suit was primarily black, but the arms and outer thighs were trimmed with pale yellow lines.

Noticing Hank's expression, Remy flashed a mischievous grin, slinging an arm around his shoulders and saying, "What do you think of these new suits? Personally, I think they're way worse than the ones you made."

Hank's eyes lit up. "You think so too?"

Remy nodded seriously.

"In that case, I'll try to persuade Charles and Emma when we return—we should switch back to our old uniforms!"

Excited, Hank grabbed Remy's hand.

Hearing this, Jean and Ororo both turned to glare coldly at Remy.

The old suits? Not in a million years.

Scott cleared his throat. "Alright, enough chatter. Focus. And… forget about the old suits."

Hank gave Scott a pitiful look.

Just then, their communicators crackled to life with voices from the other teams. Once they confirmed that the Avengers and the first X-Men team were ready, Scott gave the signal, and the five of them quickened their pace.

"Man, they're really taking their time."

Tony muttered as he lifted his faceplate.

"Their environment is the harshest—it's normal for them to be slower,"

Steve replied calmly. He was checking over his gear, occasionally glancing at Natasha and Barton doing the same on the other side, nodding in approval.

That's the kind of attitude we need…

He glanced over at Bruce, who was nearly dozing off, and sighed.

After a good night's sleep, the man who once stood out now seemed to be the most normal among them…

After a few more minutes, Scott's voice finally came through their comms.

Everyone's expression turned serious.

Tony's faceplate slid back down. "Showtime, folks."

Steve raised his voice: "Just like we planned—let Banner kick things off."

Bruce silently removed his glasses and turned to Tony. "Take me to the roof of the base."

"You want to…"

Tony raised an eyebrow.

"Give them a little surprise,"

Bruce said with a calm smile.

Natasha couldn't help but chuckle.

She hadn't expected the stiff, quiet doctor to be this humorous.

"No problem!"

Tony and Bruce stepped off the aircraft. Tony took hold of Bruce and soared into the sky, disappearing from Steve's view.

Steve turned to the others. "Let's move out."

Above the Sokovia Research Base

'Santa Claus' Tony Stark had a big present for the Hydra members below.

"Goodbye, Banner,"

Tony chuckled, releasing Bruce's hand.

Bruce screamed in mock panic, flailing his arms mid-air.

Tony rolled his eyes. "Cut it out, you're overdoing it."

"Oh!"

Bruce answered through the comms. Watching the ground get closer, his heartbeat quickened. Just tens of meters before impact, a green hue rippled across his skin—then he crashed down like a missile.

BOOM!

He smashed through the castle-style roof, leaving a massive crater in the floor below.

A moment later, a hulking green figure leaped from the pit. He looked around at the stunned Hydra soldiers and grinned before letting out a roar and charging.

Boom! Boom!

The entire base exploded into chaos.

"What's going on!?"

Baron Strucker shouted in alarm. Listening to his subordinates' reports over the comms, his expression darkened drastically.

They had been exposed?

Impossible!

How had they received no warning?

As he tried to process this, Ebony Maw let out a cold snort from the side.

His own expression was just as sour.

Not only had he lost the scepter, but his cooperation with Hydra had yielded nothing—now, they'd been discovered.

He had failed his master. If he returned now…

Just the thought made Ebony Maw shudder. He glanced around at the Hydra soldiers, an uncontrollable killing intent beginning to radiate from him.

Boom! Boom!

Explosions erupted in the distance.

"It's Iron Man!"

One of Strucker's men shouted over the comms in panic.

"Hydra…"

Ebony Maw sneered, "is finished."

With that, he turned and disappeared from the room, vanishing before Strucker's eyes.

He had no interest in joining the fight—Hydra had lost its usefulness.

Watching him leave, Strucker took a deep breath. "Prepare for combat!"

They still had the advantage in numbers and advanced weaponry. Victory wasn't impossible.

Nick Fury…

He whispered the name under his breath, clenching his fists tightly.

Then, more reports began flooding through his comms.

"Sir! Our weapons depot in Russia is under attack by the X-Men!"

"The training base in Germany is also under attack—by X-Men!"

"There's fighting at S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters!"

"Our data has been leaked online!"

With each sentence, Strucker's face turned a shade paler. By the time the last report ended, he was ghostly white.

At the Hydra Weapons Base, Near the Russian Border

As a weapons facility, this base naturally had no shortage of firepower.

And so, the X-Men team sent here was perfectly suited for the task.

Standing at a distance, Scott unleashed a beam of red particles. The destructive force of the blast tore through the base with no warning, sweeping along his line of sight, demolishing everything in its path.

Ororo rose into the sky amid howling winds.

Snow and storm clouds merged into a furious vortex.

Thunderbolts rained down like judgment, crackling across the base.

Under her command, the wrath of nature rampaged through the installation like a feral beast.

Jean remained at their starting point, protecting the team. Meanwhile, Hank McCoy and Remy LeBeau advanced toward the base, ready to clean up any surviving enemies once the initial bombardment had cleared the way.

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