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A snowy, hidden Hydra base lay buried deep in Eastern Europe—Russia, to be exact. The Avengers had infiltrated. After a string of brutal attacks and unexplained fire-related incidents over the last few months, the team had finally tracked the source. Hydra was still out there, pulling strings from the shadows. Gunfire echoed through the metallic corridors. The mission had been simple on paper—shut it down. But with Hydra, nothing ever stayed simple.

The hallway was dim and cold. Flickering overhead lights cast long, twitching shadows across the concrete walls, where Hydra’s serpent insignia loomed in red. Ice crept along the surfaces, but the air ahead shimmered—hot, unnatural. Natasha Romanoff moved like a whisper, gun raised, breath steady. Her senses were razor-sharp.

“Most of the guards are down,” she whispered into her comm. “But something’s not right.”

Steve’s voice crackled in her ear.

“Copy that. Stay sharp. We’re a minute behind you.”

She didn’t respond. Her instincts screamed louder with every step.

The spy rounded a corner.

And stopped.

At the far end of a ruined lab, a figure stood barefoot among the rubble. Young. Female. Surrounded by flickering flames. No weapons. No armor. Just a tattered outfit and a terrifying stillness. The girl turned slowly. Her eyes weren’t glowing—they were burning, molten gold like dying embers. Emotionless. Branded. Hydra’s puppet.

Natasha didn’t flinch.

“Who are you?” she called, gun aimed.

The girl tilted her head, unblinking. Her voice was flat, mechanical.

“Target acquired.”

A sudden snap of heat flared in her palm—a fireball bloomed in her hand like a small sun.

Natasha stiffened, her body reacting before her brain caught up.

Of course. Hydra’s still making metas. Great.

“We are not here to hurt you,” she said calmly. “You don’t have to fight me.”

The girl’s expression didn’t change.

“Directive: Reduce target to ash. Complying.”

She hurled the fireball. Natasha dove behind a pillar, the blast scorching the concrete behind her.

“Jarvis,” she hissed into her comm. “Can you scan the girl?”

Jarvis’s voice answered moments later.

“She is a mutant, Miss Romanoff. And she is indeed under Hydra’s control. I am attempting to disrupt her brainwave patterns. Stand by.”

Another fireball exploded nearby, forcing Natasha to duck behind shattered machinery. She grabbed a metal panel to use as a makeshift shield.

“She’s strong,” she muttered. “Too strong. Her fire’s melting bullets.”

“Try not to die,” Tony’s voice cut in. “We’re on our way.”

“Noted. Bring marshmallows,” Natasha replied dryly.

The mutant advanced slowly, fire dancing in her hands. There was a strange calm in the way she moved, but something behind her eyes was fighting—buried, distant.

“You’re quick,”

the girl said, her tone oddly curious.

“Hydra thought you’d be harder to kill.”

Natasha narrowed her eyes.

“Yeah? Tell Hydra they need better intel.”

The girl raised her hand again—but before she could strike, a flash of lightning lit up the lab.

Thor dropped from above like a thunderbolt, hammer-first, slamming into her. She flew backward, crashing into the far wall. Flames burst out around her like a shield.

Thor landed beside Natasha, electricity crackling around him.

“She’s strong. But not a god.”

“She’s too young,” Natasha said. “And not in control.”

The girl stood again, unharmed. Her eyes flared red this time—hotter, angrier. Her long black hair billowed around her face like smoke. Tony and Steve burst into the room seconds later.

“Did I miss the fireworks?” Tony quipped, raising his gauntlets.

“We’re working on the finale,” Natasha replied. “No killing.”

“Copy that,” Steve nodded. “We take her alive.”

The mutant let out a strangled sound, clutching her head as voices overwhelmed her mind.

“Get… out… of my head!”

Rage surged—an explosion of flame spiraled around her, keeping the team at bay. She stood in the center, trembling, torn between the weapon she’d been forced to become and the person still hidden underneath.

Jarvis’s voice crackled in again.

“I’m close. I just need a few more seconds.”

“We don’t have a few more seconds!” Natasha shouted, ducking behind cover again. “She’s losing it!”

“Hold the line,” Steve ordered. “Don’t let her out of the room.”

“She’s not trying to leave,” Thor muttered. “She’s trying to end us.”

The mutant raised both arms, summoning a whirlwind of fire. Her body glowed like a furnace.

Then—

A high-pitched tone burst through the lab’s speakers. Her body seized, her flames sputtered, and she collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

Silence fell.

Smoke curled into the air.

Natasha approached cautiously, her boots crunching glass. She knelt beside the girl, brushing hair from her pale face. A red burn mark blazed on the girl’s arm, raw and fresh.

“Damn it,” Natasha muttered. “They pushed her too hard.”

“She going to live?” Steve asked, stepping beside her.