The day had arrived, heavy with the weight of destiny, when the war's final curtain would fall. In the shadowed belly of his sleek black jet, high above the frozen Alps, Alex stood resolute, his black tactical gear hugging his superhuman frame like a second skin. Around him, the ten Tyrants loomed in their cryogenic pods, their Jason-masked faces frozen in grim vigilance, each one a towering behemoth of engineered fury. Strapped to their backs, coiled in stasis, were the Lickers—their sinewy, whip-tailed mounts, tongues retracted but ready to lash out like living scythes. Alex had drilled this synergy into them over months: the Tyrants as riders, the Lickers as their swift, wall-crawling steeds, a nightmare cavalry born from his Alpha strain. He checked his wrist comm, the red glow of his eyes reflecting off the screen. "Status report," he murmured to the empty air, his voice a low rumble.
Down on the ground, Steve and Peggy marshaled their forces with the precision of battle-hardened leaders. Steve, in his iconic Captain America suit, shield gleaming under the pale winter sun, addressed the Howling Commandos and allied soldiers gathered at the staging point. "HYDRA's fortress is the last stand," he said, his voice steady despite the grief still etched from Bucky's loss. "We hit hard, we hit fast. Peggy and I take point. No mercy for Schmidt." Peggy, her Captain Carter uniform a sleek fusion of navy and Union Jack accents, gripped her vibranium-adamantium shield in one hand and sword in the other, the weapons Alex had gifted her humming with latent power. "For every life they've taken," she added, her British accent sharp as steel, "we take theirs." The troops roared approval, rifles clacking as they boarded trucks and skis, engines growling to life for the ground assault.
Alex had coordinated it all via encrypted channels. "I'm your air support," he'd told Peggy and Steve the night before, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Tyrants and Lickers drop in when you breach. We end this together." Steve had nodded, respect in his eyes. "Appreciate the backup, Alex. Just... don't steal all the fun." Peggy had squeezed his hand, a private spark between them. "Come back whole." Now, as his jet screamed toward the fortress, Alex watched the ground feeds: Steve's team stormed the outer defenses, shield bashing through barricades, Peggy's sword cleaving HYDRA goons in arcs of blood. Bullets whined, grenades bloomed orange fireballs, but progress was slow. "Without us, they'd be pinned for hours," Alex muttered, initiating the drop sequence.
The jet's bay doors hissed open, arctic wind howling in. "Deploy," Alex commanded. The Tyrant pods cracked open, the behemoths awakening with guttural roars, their massive forms mounting the unfurling Lickers in fluid, predatory grace. Tyrants gripped reins of sinew and scale, Lickers skittering across the jet floor before leaping into the void, wings of membrane snapping open for controlled glides. Alex jumped last, his superhuman speed turning the fall into a controlled dive, landing amid the chaos with knees bent in a hero's crouch, snow cratering beneath him. The Tyrants and their Licker steeds hit the fortress walls like meteors, claws rending steel, tongues flaying defenders. "Wreak havoc," Alex ordered through his comm. The beasts obeyed, Tyrants dismounting to pulverize tanks with fists like sledgehammers, Lickers scaling towers to decapitate snipers.
Steve's team fought tooth and nail toward the headquarters core. Mortars thundered, pinning them behind shattered concrete. "We're bogged!" Dum Dum Dugan bellowed, his Tommy gun chattering. Peggy deflected a rocket with her shield, the blast wave singeing her hair. "Push! Alex is inbound!" Steve hurled his shield, felling three soldiers in a ricochet. "He's here!" The sky darkened as Tyrants on Lickers crashed the party, one beast impaling a HYDRA cannon on its tongue, another Tyrant hurling a jeep into a bunker. Soldiers cheered, emboldened. "What the hell are those?!" Gabe Jones yelled. "Ours!" Peggy shouted back, slashing through reinforcements. Alex sprinted through the melee, fists blurring to pulp skulls, his path clear to the inner sanctum.
Bursting into the command chamber, Alex found the scene he'd orchestrated: Schmidt, his red-skulled visage twisted in rage, clutched the glowing Tesseract cube. Steve and Peggy faced him, weapons drawn. "You think you've won, Captain? Agent Carter?" Schmidt sneered, voice dripping venom. "HYDRA is eternal. This power will drown your world in fire!" Steve raised his shield. "It's over, Schmidt. Drop it." Peggy twirled her sword. "Your empire crumbles." Schmidt laughed maniacally. "Fools. Behold the birth of a new age!" Alex hung back in shadows, timing his entrance.
Seizing the moment, Alex super-sped behind Schmidt in a blink, clamping iron fingers on the hand holding the cube. "Not today," he growled. Schmidt whirled, eyes widening. "You!" They grappled, muscles straining, the Tesseract pulsing wildly between them. Alex deliberately angled it toward Peggy, masking intent as struggle. A beam of cosmic blue erupted, slamming Peggy backward. She flew like a ragdoll, crashing into the wall with bone-jarring force, shield clattering away, body slumping unconscious. Steve's face contorted in horror. "Peggy!"
Alex's feigned rage ignited. He drove a haymaker into Schmidt's jaw, the crack echoing like thunder. The Red Skull staggered, Tesseract still gripped, blood trickling from his split lip. He wasn't out—super serum resilience—but bolted for a side exit, vanishing into corridors toward his Valkyrie plane. Steve rushed to Peggy, kneeling. "Peggy! Talk to me!" Alex appeared at her side in a flash, checking pulse. "She's fine. Breathing steady. Concussion at worst." Steve's eyes burned. "Schmidt—" Alex nodded sharply. "Go. Get him. I'll handle her." Steve hesitated a beat, then snatched his shield and sprinted after the fleeing villain, boots pounding steel.
Alex scooped Peggy into a princess carry, her head lolling against his chest, tactical suit torn but body intact. "Hold on, love," he whispered, speeding to the extraction zone. His jet hovered low, ramp descending. "Tyrants, Lickers—return!" The beasts disengaged mid-slaughter, mounting up and gliding back, boarding slick as oil. Alex laid Peggy in the med-bay, vitals stabilizing. "Umbrella bound," he ordered the autopilot. The jet rocketed skyward, leaving the fortress in flames.
Meanwhile, Steve pursued Schmidt relentlessly, corridors a labyrinth of alarms and sparks. He burst into the hangar, Valkyrie plane idling monstrous. Schmidt sneered from the cockpit. "Too late, Captain!" Steve hurled his shield, shattering the window, leaping aboard as doors sealed. Inside, HYDRA crew attacked—rifles blazing. Steve deflected, shield singing death. One goon charged with a wrench; Steve sidestepped, snapping his neck. "Where's the Tesseract?!" Schmidt activated engines. "Gone to your doom!"
Dogfight erupted in the skies. Steve stormed the flight deck, trading blows with Schmidt. Fists flew—Steve's serum strength matched by Red Skull's twisted power. "Give it up!" Steve grunted, shield bashing ribs. Schmidt countered, skull-face grinning. "HYDRA will rise!" He clutched the cube, energy crackling. A lucky punch sent Steve reeling, but he recovered, tackling Schmidt. The Tesseract flared—blue vortex yawned beneath Schmidt's feet. "No!" the villain screamed, sucked into the portal, vanishing to unknown realms.
Steve seized controls, plane lurching. "Howard, Alex—it's me!" he radioed, voice strained. At Umbrella, Alex had rushed to Howard's side after securing Peggy, both in the comm shack. "Steve! Status?" Howard barked. "Schmidt's gone—sucked into a portal. Tesseract fall from the plane too. Plane's damaged and is directly attacking the populated region; I am heading it to Arctic." Alex interjected, voice heavy. "Steve I trust your judgment do as you want to my friend." Steve's reply crackled. "Tell Peggy... fight on and win this war." The line died. Radar blipped—plane spiraling into ice, sinking silent.
Alex feigned devastation, clapping Howard's shoulder. "He's a hero. We'll mourn later." Howard nodded, eyes wet. "Damn fool." Alex bid farewell, returning to his lab heart heavy with act. There, in sterile glow, floated the real Peggy—still unconscious in med-pod. Beside it, a spherical glass tank cradled her clone: naked, skinny, fragile, engineered from Peggy's pilfered DNA, ribs visible under pale skin, eyes closed in programmed slumber.
He extracted the clone meticulously, her body limp as a doll. Modifications began: neural implants for bionic obedience, mind overwritten with MCU Peggy's life and loyalty subroutines keyed to Alex's voice. Hours blurred; the clone awoke briefly, eyes vacant, then reset. "Perfect," Alex murmured. MCU Peggy Carter, ready to dance the scripted dance—Steve's funeral, Howard's crash, the long wait.
Original Peggy stirred then, groggy in recovery bed. Eyes fluttered open, locking on the clone. "Alex... what the hell is happening?" Confusion laced fear. He knelt beside her, hand gentle. "This clone takes your place for future development."
Peggy bolted upright, staring. "My... place? What do you mean? Tell me in detail." Voice trembled.
Alex sighed deep, pulling chair close. "We won Peggy. Schmidt's dead—sucked into the Tesseract portal. Steve crashed the Valkyrie into Antarctica and now he's in cryo-sleep now, preserved. And would wake in the near future. What I'm doing... it's for what's coming. To be honest, Peggy, I know the future. There are many things like Aliens invasion. Robots attack. A purple alien snaps half the universe away. Another cosmic entity tries eating Earth. Humans with alien genes, gods, endless threats. This clone is the Step one which would be essential for keeping the timeline intact while we prepare for the future."
Peggy's jaw slackened, processing bombshells. "Steve... alive? Aliens? You *know* all this?" Silence stretched, shock digesting slow. "Is he alright?"
Alex smiled reassuring. "Crashed but safe and frozen, but fine he will wake decades on."
She paced, mind reeling. "I trust you, Alex. But... can I do this? Vanish? Let a copy live my life?"
"Don't worry," he soothed, rising to embrace. "I'm here for you and would be always there to protect you and the Earth too."
Peggy melted into him, smiling faint. Kissed soft. "If you say so."
"One more thing," Alex added. "My Alpha genes... As you noticed it is hard for me to impregnate any female no baby despite everything we did."
She nodded silent. "Yeah. All that cum inside me... nothing. Figured that much out myself."
"Well," he continued, "I'm planning on building a harem. Increase chances for progeny. But only the women I trusted and loved from my heart."
Peggy's eyebrows shot up, mock fury. "A harem? You bastard! You Got me but still want more?" She puffed her cheeks which was cute in Alex's eyes.
He smirked. "What I can do Peggy I am a nice man juts want kids who can inherit this big fortune of mine."
"Fine," she relented, fake anger dissolving, hugging tight. "But they better be worthy."
Alex kissed her forehead and said "One more thing to show you."
In the quiet sanctum of his mind, Alex marveled at the ease of Peggy's acquiescence, a silent triumph of his Dominant Alpha genes weaving their subtle influence, semi-controlling her will just enough to open doors to his ambitions without shattering trust. Free now to forge a harem unburdened by excessive jealousy, he reached into his pocket—card discreetly withdrawn from inventory—and held the Summoning Card aloft, its ethereal glow pulsing like a captive star. "Peggy," he said softly, drawing her gaze, "this summons people from across the multiverse."
Peggy, still reeling from revelations of futures and clones, blinked numbly, her super-soldier mind grappling with yet another layer of his enigma. "So... you're calling gods or aliens for the fights ahead?" Her voice carried awe mingled with trepidation, eyes fixed on the card.
Alex's smirk deepened, predatory charm lighting his red-slitted eyes. "No gods or aliens. Beautiful, strong women for my harem." He tore the card cleanly, and blinding light erupted, coalescing into a towering figure that filled the lab with regal menace—an extremely tall, elegant woman, pale skin luminous under artificial lights, crimson lips curved in aristocratic poise, golden eyes piercing like gilded daggers. Flowing ivory gown draped her voluptuous form, wide-brimmed hat casting shadows over black-gloved hands, her presence exuding intimidating mommy MILF allure, body curvaceous beyond mortal measure, face a perfect echo of Monica Bellucci's timeless beauty, taller even than Peggy or Alex himself.
Peggy's jaw slackened, mouth agape in stunned silence, while Alex's shock mirrored hers—Lady Alcina Dimitrescu, RE's pinnacle of feminine monstrosity, now manifest, her G-virus essence humming latent power. The milf turned golden gaze upon him, voice a sultry velvet thunder. "Master, it is good to see you. I am Lady Alcina Dimitrescu, at your service."
Alex smirked triumphantly, glancing at Peggy's frozen awe. "Peggy, my love, give us a moment alone?" Understanding dawned—embarrassment flushing her cheeks alongside a jealous twinge—she nodded curtly, slipping from the lab with a lingering look, door hissing shut behind her.
"Alcina," Alex commanded, voice brooking no formality, "you're my woman now. Use my first name—Alex. No 'master' or honorifics." She inclined her hat-shadowed head gracefully, obedience innate from the card's loyalty bind. He led her to the scanning array, beams enveloping her colossal frame, data flooding screens: G-virus mutations, regenerative might, vampiric prowess. With swift synthesis, he modified Erskine's super soldier serum—tailored to synergize her biology—and injected it seamlessly into her arm.
Effects cascaded immediate: her towering height contracted fluidly, body reshaping to 6'4"—equal footing with Alex—curves retaining voluptuous allure, strength amplified exponentially. Alex appraised, satisfied; Dimitrescu's selection was genius—RE's strongest female, G-virus granting unparalleled resilience, now supercharged, her Monica Bellucci visage the perfect bonus. Smirk widening, primal urge stirred—he claimed her body tonight, thoughts alight with conquest.