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Storm paused, then added calmly,
"The suit's automated system will assist you. Just focus on following me."
Hawkeye nodded once. "Got it."
The suit's UI lit up across his vision—altitude, velocity, wind resistance—everything syncing instantly to Storm's movement profile. A soft tone chimed as FOLLOW MODE: ACTIVE appeared.
Storm didn't waste another second.
He stepped toward the open ramp and leapt out of the Quinjet.
Hawkeye followed.
The moment they exited, the suit took over, stabilizers flaring as it adjusted his posture midair, locking him perfectly behind Storm's flight path. The wind roared around them as they plunged through the clouds, two dark silhouettes falling away from the aircraft.
Storm slowed, hovering in midair, and turned back toward the Quinjet.
He extended one hand.
Energy gathered in his palm—compressed, brilliant, violent. The air itself warped, spiraling inward as the glow intensified into a dense sphere of destructive force.
Hawkeye watched, eyes narrowing.
"…That's excessive."
Storm answered calmly,
"We need it to be convincing."
He released the blast.
A beam of condensed energy tore through the sky, striking the Quinjet dead center.
For a split second, the aircraft seemed to freeze—
Then it detonated.
The explosion ripped through the fuselage, shredding metal and engines alike. Fire and debris bloomed outward in a violent shockwave, fragments of the Quinjet scattering across the clouds like burning meteors.
The blast echoed for miles.
Storm lowered his hand as the wreckage disappeared below the cloud layer.
"That should do it," he said evenly.
Hawkeye stared at the fading fireball, then exhaled slowly.
"…Yeah. No one's walking away from that."
Storm turned away from the destruction.
"Come. We should leave the area before anyone arrives."
The two figures accelerated away, vanishing into the clouds.
The two figures vanished into the clouds.
Moments later—
WEE–OOO—WEE–OOO
Red warning lights flared across the interior of the Helicarrier as alarms blared without pause. Technicians snapped to attention, consoles lighting up with urgent alerts.
At the central command deck, Nick Fury stepped forward, his single eye locking onto the main holo-display as it flickered to life.
⚠ ALERT: QUINJET B-19 — SIGNAL LOST
STATUS: DESTROYED
"B-19?" he growled. "That's Barton's bird."
Operators worked frantically, fingers flying across holographic keyboards.
"Telemetry confirms catastrophic mid-air detonation," one tech reported. "No ejection signatures detected. No escape pods deployed."
Another voice cut in. "Debris field expanding. Heat bloom consistent with internal energy weapon discharge."
Fury slammed his hand onto the console.
"Damn it."
The alarms continued to wail as Maria Hill strode onto the command deck, tablet already in hand.
"Sir," she reported sharply, "we've swept the projected crash corridor. No lifeboats. No parachutes. No emergency beacons."
She tapped her tablet, pulling up additional data.
"We've also dispatched multiple recovery teams to determine exactly what happened."
Fury took a slow, steady breath, forcing himself to stay calm.
"Go," he said firmly. "Find me Barton."
Maria Hill nodded once and turned on her heel, already issuing orders as she left the deck.
As soon as she was gone, Fury activated a secure channel.
"Coulson."
The call connected almost instantly.
"Sir," Coulson replied.
"Go to Ethan," Fury ordered. "Find out what could've caused Barton's incident—whether it was an accident… or an ambush."
"Understood," Coulson said without hesitation.
The call ended.
Not long after, Coulson's Quinjet descended toward Cliff Mansion, its landing struts deploying as it touched down smoothly.
As Coulson stepped out, his expression darkened.
He was just talking to Agent Hill, Several S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were already on crash-site, combing through scorched debris and heavily incinerated bodies recovered from the wreckage zone. The damage was severe—so severe that identification would take time.
"I hope you're not among them," Coulson muttered under his breath as he walked past the teams.
He headed inside.
"Coulson, you're here."
The familiar voice made him stop short.
He looked up.
Standing near the entrance—very much alive—was Clint Barton.
Beside him stood Storm.
Coulson blinked once.
Then sighed deeply.
"…You have no idea how much paperwork this just created."
Hawkeye gave a tired half-smile.
"Good to see you too."
Coulson straightened, eyes narrowing.
"What are you doing here? Fury thinks you're dead."
"I was ambushed," Hawkeye said plainly. "By my own team. They turned on me mid-flight."
"…Your own team?" Coulson asked sharply, frowning. "You mean the S.H.I.E.L.D. Strike Team?"
"Yes," Hawkeye replied. "If it wasn't for Storm, you probably wouldn't be seeing me alive right now."
Coulson turned to Storm, his expression serious.
"Thank you," he said sincerely.
Storm merely nodded.
"How did you save him?" Coulson asked.
"I was trailing Hawkeye," Storm answered calmly. "Ethan-sama predicted he would be ambushed."
Coulson froze for a second, then looked back at him.
"…Ethan predicted Hawkeye would be ambushed?"
Storm nodded once.
"Where is he?" Coulson asked.
"Forget about meeting him for the next few hours," Storm said, gesturing toward the reinforced basement door marked DO NOT DISTURB. "He is working. You won't be able to see him for another five or six hours."
Coulson sighed.
"Of course."
He looked back at Hawkeye.
"Leaving Ethan aside for now… if this is true, then there are moles inside S.H.I.E.L.D."
"Exactly," Hawkeye said. "That's why I decided to fake my death."
Coulson nodded slowly.
"Mm. That makes sense. If you're truly off the board, they'll feel safe—and lower their guard."
Coulson nodded once more, then added in a low, careful voice,
"We tell only two people about this. Fury… and Black Widow. No one else."
Hawkeye looked up. "Agreed."
Coulson continued, his tone growing grim.
"The transfer of the Tesseract was classified at Level 8 clearance and above. If your location was leaked—and a strike team at that clearance level was sent after you—then this isn't just a few compromised agents."
He paused, letting the weight of it sink in.
"It means someone higher up is involved. Possibly multiple people."
"Ethan sama thinks there is another group mixed among the SHIELD" Storm said.
"So, you are not just looking at few moles but a whole hidden organisation right under your noses" Storm said.
"...Was this found by Grant?" Coulson asked.
Storm smiled " why do you think we have sent him there in the first place"