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Heavy rain poured relentlessly, battering the battlefield with sheets of water and washing over Nathan's bloodied face. His vision blurred slightly, droplets trailing down his cheeks like tearsâbut he did not flinch. His soaked clothes clung to his body, but his muscles radiated a heat that seemed untouched by the chill of the storm.
He looked ahead.
The crowd of enemies surged toward him, weapons ready, eyes blazing with bloodlust. But Nathan's gaze remained cold, unwavering. His slender hand gripped the blade tightly, his strength flowing into the weapon.
With a single, powerful swing, the blade sliced through the rain-soaked air and cleaved into the trio of mechanical exoskeleton warriors ahead.
CLANGâPSSTâPSST!
Three heavy exosuits split cleanly down the center, their operators torn in half, blood gushing into the storm like crimson fountains.
Almost simultaneously, Spider-Sense flared to life.
Dozens of attacksâfrom every direction!
Nathan didn't hesitate.
He lunged forward, using the fallen exosuits as leverage, and grabbed a still-living exoskeleton warrior. Using the man as a shield, he braced as a volley of attacks struck.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Fists smashed the body in his arms into pulp. But some of the strikes still landedâtwo blades pierced Nathan, one through his abdomen, the other through his arm. Blood spilled, but his expression didn't even twitch.
His teeth clenched as he hissed:
"Today, none of you walk away."
"Every last one of you dies here."
From his utility belt, Nathan pulled out a compact metal deviceâan electromagnetic pulse trigger. He had avoided using the neurotoxin or the shock charge due to risk of self-injury. But now, with the enemy swarming close in the wet storm, this was the perfect moment.
He hurled the devices outward in all directions. They scattered, blinking, whistling as they flew through the air.
HYDRA's soldiers were alarmed. "What the hell are those?!"
"Scatter! Don't let those things touch you!"
They dove out of the way, barely avoiding the tiny projectiles.
Thenâ
BUZZZ-ZZZT!
Invisible waves of energy surged outward. Dozens of mechanical exosuits froze in place, locking up like statues.
"Shit! What the hell is happening?!"
"My suit's deadâI can't move!"
"It's a trapâit's some kind of EMP!"
"The armor locked me inside! I'm stuck! I'm a sitting duck!"
Panic spread like wildfire. They'd seen what Nathan did with a blade. Now, they were paralyzed, watching death draw near.
Nathan didn't hesitate.
With a burst of force, he hurled his shield into the helpless group.
BOOM! BAM! THUD!
The shield bounced from helmet to helmet like a murderous pinball. Skulls shattered, armor exploded, blood sprayed. In seconds, half the immobilized squad were headless corpses slumped in smoking metal coffins.
Then Nathan was on them.
He charged, blade a blur, slicing through the still-struggling remnants of HYDRA's force. Blood exploded into the air. His body was slashed, battered, tornâbut he never slowed.
Three more exosuit warriors fell, along with one Winter Soldier, Nathan's blade piercing the soldier's skull with brutal finality.
But even as he surged forward, pain finally caught up.
A flash of steelâ
SHRRRIP!
A Winter Soldier slashed clean through Nathan's arm, severing it at the bicep. His shield hit the ground with a heavy metallic clatter. Nathan grimaced, blood dripping, the limb useless.
Yet even now, he didn't fall.
Instead, his good arm shot forward, plunging his blade through the attacker's eye, splitting half his skull with a clean horizontal swing.
HYDRA's soldiers gasped.
"We got him! We cut off his arm! He's vulnerable now!"
"Push forward! Cripple him more!"
Excitement flared. For the first time in this hellish slaughter, they felt hope.
Nathan stood stillâthen looked down at the severed arm, lying next to his fallen shield.
He stepped on the shield, launching it up into the air.
With his good hand, he caught both the shield and his own severed arm.
"Wait... what is he doing?"
"Is he... reattaching it?"
"You think he's made of Lego?!"
"Is he crazy?!"
They watched in stunned disbelief as Nathan pressed the severed arm back into place.
Thenâsomething terrifying happened.
His flesh began to grow. Fast.
Tissue, tendons, and bone knit together, sealing the wound like a time-lapse of healing. Within seconds, his arm was whole again, restored completelyâno scar, no tremor, no weakness.
He flexed his fingers, rotated his shoulder.
Fully functional.
"He... he healed? What IS he?!"
"Is he a weapon? A machine?!"
"IâI think he's a monster...!"
The remaining HYDRA operatives were shaken. Terror flickered in their eyes.
Nathan didn't wait. He charged again.
Those who resisted, died swiftly. One Winter Soldier was flattened by a shield smash to the chest. Another had his spine severed by Nathan's blade.
The rest?
They ran.
"Run! He's unstoppable!"
"Fall back! It's over!"
One soldier tried to rally them. "If we stand togetherâ"
SWOOSH!
Nathan's blade took his head.
"Too talkative," he muttered, flicking the blood away.
Now, only a few remained.
One last Winter Soldier lunged at Nathan. Nathan hurled his shieldâit struck the man's side, detonating the power core inside the exosuit.
BOOM!
Guts and steel rained down.
The final few enemies tried to flee down the canyonâbut Nathan's voice rang out:
"You think you can escape?"
He sprinted, ripping through the rain like a bullet, so fast the water parted around him.
The shield spun through the air againâ
PSST!
The last fleeing HYDRA soldier fell, a blade through his spine.
Silence fell.
The entire canyon was painted red.
Only one man stood.
Nathan.
Rain poured. The ground was littered with corpses, burning vehicles, and broken armor. Fire danced in puddles, and the stench of blood and gunpowder mixed into a heavy, choking fog.
Nathan stood alone among the wreckage. His clothes soaked, his hair dripping, his blade gleaming clean despite the carnage.
Every enemy was dead.
He had done it.
One man. One sword. One shield.
He raised his head and whispered,
"Not a single one left. I said itâand I kept my word."
Overhead, a small reconnaissance drone hovered. From a high vantage point, Black Widow and Hawkeye watched the final seconds of the battle unfold on the drone's feed.
They saw it all.
The corpses. The shattered armor. The rivers of blood.
They stared in absolute silence.
Natasha's voice trembled, "He... did this alone?"
Hawkeye swallowed hard. "That's... Nathan?"
"He's a monster... or a god."
They'd expected to find a massacreâyesâbut with Nathan among the dead.
Not this.
Not a one-man genocide of HYDRA's elite forces.
The entire S.H.I.E.L.D. command room went quiet as the footage was relayed in real time.
Dead silence.
Monitors showed a lone man among hundreds of bodies.
And for the first time in their careersâevery agent watching felt true fear.
Because tonight, Nathan didn't just survive. He made history.
He became a walking apocalypse.
A weapon.
A legend.
And the worst part?
No one knew whose side he was really on.
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