In a secret warehouse in Brooklyn, Agent Sitwell of S.H.I.E.L.D., leading dozens of HYDRA operatives, stood at the center of the room. He checked his watch, his expression cold and calculating.
Bang.
The warehouse door creaked open, and a black stretch Lincoln rolled inside. The vehicle came to a stop, and from it emerged a massive, imposing figure — Wilson Fisk, the man known as Kingpin.
The sight of the towering, overweight crime lord sent a shiver through Sitwell. He knew all too well that the fat man before him was far more than he appeared — beneath that bulk lay monstrous strength.
"The famous Mr. Kingpin," Sitwell said with a diplomatic smile, stepping forward and extending a hand. "I've heard so much about you. I'm with S.H.I.E.L.D.—"
Before he could finish, Kingpin turned away and bent down, placing one hand on the car roof. The gangster who once ruled the underworld now looked more like a chauffeur.
Then, under Sitwell's astonished gaze, ten red-haired women stepped gracefully out of the vehicle.
"What the hell…?" Sitwell muttered, wide-eyed. The HYDRA soldiers behind him looked equally dumbfounded — no one had expected the infamous Kingpin to arrive with an entourage of women.
"Kingpin, what is this supposed to mean?" Sitwell demanded, suspicion rising in his chest. One of the women, however, made his pulse quicken — she radiated an aura of pure danger.
"Mind control."
A cold female voice answered him. Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch, stepped forward with a blank expression. Red energy surged from her hands, spreading like ripples of mist throughout the warehouse.
Hum… hum… hum.
Within seconds, the eyes of every HYDRA operative, including Sitwell, glowed crimson. They froze in place, each one now trapped in an illusion showing them what they desired most.
"Mr. Allens doesn't want to waste time," Wanda said softly but firmly, turning to Kingpin. "Finish it."
"Yes, ma'am."
Kingpin's tone was deferential — even he feared Wanda. He walked to the Lincoln and opened the door again. A green-skinned Skrull with pointed ears stepped out.
"Ricardo Ernest," Kingpin ordered, "transform into Sitwell."
The Skrull nodded and, before Sitwell's dull eyes, his form rippled and changed. In seconds, a perfect duplicate of Agent Sitwell stood in his place, wearing his suit, glasses, and even his smug expression.
The real Sitwell didn't have time to react — a dagger pierced his heart. His body went limp and hit the ground.
Now, Sitwell had been replaced by Ricardo Ernest, the Skrull operative. Wanda released her spell, the red haze fading from the warehouse.
"Let's go," the new Sitwell said calmly, adjusting his glasses. "The deal with Kingpin is complete. Mission accomplished. I'll report directly to Secretary Pierce."
He turned and led the HYDRA operatives out of the warehouse.
Washington, D.C. – Security Council Building
Inside the grand chamber, Alexander Pierce frowned at the ringing phone on his desk. With a wave of his hand, he dismissed the Council members around him.
"Agent Sitwell," he said as he picked up the call, "are you reporting on S.H.I.E.L.D. operations?"
"Sir," came Sitwell's steady voice, "we've captured Allens — the Persuader. But there's a situation that requires your decision."
Pierce's expression hardened, though a spark of excitement flickered in his eyes. "Where?" he asked flatly.
"Brooklyn," Sitwell replied. "Victoria Theater."
Pierce leaned back in thought. The theater was a public venue — an odd choice. Still, his authority allowed him to visit under the pretext of attending a private opera.
"I see," Pierce said finally. "I'll be there tomorrow at three in the afternoon."
He ended the call and immediately began arranging security through his Council privileges.
Brooklyn – Victoria Theater
"Sir, Pierce took the bait," Sitwell said, lowering his phone. He turned toward Allens, who sat calmly in a private box, eyes fixed on the opera below.
"Excellent," Allens said with a faint smile. "Now begins the end of Alexander Pierce."
It wasn't until the performance ended that Allens rose from his seat. His plan was simple but bold — to use the Skrulls' shapeshifting to replace Pierce, HYDRA's leader, and turn S.H.I.E.L.D.'s own network into his eyes and ears.
At that time, S.H.I.E.L.D. and HYDRA together oversaw nearly all global intelligence. For Allens, this was precisely what he wanted — complete information dominance.
The Next Day – 3:00 PM
Dressed in a sharp gray suit, Pierce entered the Victoria Theater. He had officially rented the entire venue for a private opera, ensuring no unwanted surveillance from S.H.I.E.L.D.
As he stepped inside, his eyes fell on Sitwell standing by the stage — and beside him, Allens.
"Sitwell," Pierce said, frowning slightly, "what's going on here?"
The stage curtains slowly closed behind him, cutting off any outside view.
"Mr. Pierce," Allens said with an easy smile, standing to greet him, "a pleasure to finally meet you. I'm sure you've heard my name."
Pierce's brows knit together. "Allens, HYDRA is very interested in your abilities. Join us — and you'll have power, wealth, influence… even women."
Allens chuckled softly. "No, Mr. Pierce. You misunderstood. It's you who will be joining me."
He raised his right hand, and a coin floated from his palm. In an instant, it shot forward — piercing straight through Pierce's forehead.
The HYDRA leader collapsed without a sound.
From the shadows, another Skrull stepped forward, examining Pierce's body before his form rippled and transformed into a perfect replica.
"Well then," Allens said with a cold smirk, glancing between Sitwell and the new Pierce, "no one will ever know that the leader of HYDRA has been replaced."
His eyes gleamed as he turned toward the darkened stage. "The game has only just begun."
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