Game in Marvel-Chapter 83

"I told you, I will show you hell." Liam stood near the head of Dreykov. Tony and Natasha were already with the young girl, helping her with the pain that Barton had just caused.

"Barton... you are evil," Natasha spoke over the comms.

"Hey, it was my way or the highway. You bunch of gods couldn't do anything, so the human had to step in," Barton replied. Thankfully, the arrow didn't cut through any major artery, and Tony just froze the wound for the time being. Yinsen could tend to it later after they reached home.

While the two were tending to the girl, Rogers and Liam stood in front of him.

"I say we hang him upside down in this cold Siberian weather, naked. That would teach him a lesson," Rogers suggested with a small bit of humor. He had been stressed all this time. He was even feeling guilty that he had given the command to Liam, and if the girl had died, then Liam would have felt guilty for the rest of his life.

Natasha had already briefed them about Antonia, so he knew what this girl meant to Natasha. It would have been a blow to the team if she had died. Rogers had secretly decided that from next time, he would take command. Nobody should bear such heavy burdens, even when facing normal humans.

Sometimes, humans were more dangerous than powerful beings. Dreykov was a prime example of the evils of humanity.

"Nah... let's burn him. In this weather, it would be fun to watch him burn to a crisp," Liam suggested. Meanwhile, Dreykov tried to get up, only to be hit on the head by Cap's shield. Rogers still held immense resentment after what this monster had done to his own child just to gain leverage.

He wasn't going to let this pass.

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An hour later.

Everyone had gathered a bit farther away from the half-damaged fortress. The Avengers were back, and they were not the only ones here. The scientists and the Widows were here too. After the Widows found themselves free, they were forced to come back with the Avengers. Of course, some tried to run, but Fenrir stepped in and reminded them who was the boss here.

This made the girls very scared, and thus they followed the words of Natasha, whom some of them recognized. Though they didn't think they would be treated any better just because some of them knew Natasha. They had seen hell with Dreykov and just hoped that they wouldn't be treated as badly as before. Natasha was also saddened not to see her sister among them, but she wouldn't give up the search.

Rogers had decided to tag along with her in this search, and this gave her hope.

"So, freezing and then burning. I like it," Tony said as he stood shoulder to shoulder in front of the huge gate of the place. Tony had tied Dreykov upside down, naked inside the open-aired fortress/gulag, to make him freeze in the cold while Liam would make sure to burn this place to the ground.

They had already checked—Dreykov was lying when he said that the country was sending a bomb to this place. Though it was true that he had requested a bombing, St. Petersburg didn't think it was worthy enough to send one, as it would be a waste of money.

Thus, they had time.

Conflagration. This spell called forth a huge fiery column of fire spanning quite the distance in front of Liam. Magma oozed out from the ground as it assaulted the very foundations of the fortress, its molten waves devouring stone and steel alike. The searing heat distorted the air, turning the once icy wasteland into a hellish inferno.

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Dreykov's screams, muffled by the howling winds and the roar of the flames, barely registered in the ears of those watching. He had spent a lifetime building this place, fortifying it with his twisted vision of control, and now it crumbled in an eruption of fire and fury. The very walls that once held innocent lives captive now cracked and collapsed, succumbing to the relentless onslaught.

"Well, that's one way to handle pest control," Tony quipped.

The Widows and scientists watched in stunned silence. Some of them, especially those who had suffered under Dreykov's rule, showed no sorrow for what was happening. For them, this destruction was long overdue.

As the firestorm raged, the very ground trembled beneath their feet. A final, deafening crack echoed across the land as the main tower, the last standing remnant of Dreykov's empire, surrendered to the inevitable and crashed into the abyss of flames below.

Liam lowered his hand, the glow of magic dissipating as he watched the fortress burn.

Tony tapped the side of his helmet, opening a secure line to Fury.

"Hey, Patch, take care of these scientists and Widows."

"How many of them are there?" Fury replied over the comms. Natasha glanced at the group of women. Some were afraid, others cautious, and a few seemed ready to bolt the moment they got the chance. The scientists stood behind them, equally uneasy.

"Enough to cause a huge headache," Natasha replied.

"Alright. I've got a warehouse in Norway. It'll serve as a temporary safe house until I get things sorted. No one will bother them there. They will be assessed and processed as fast as possible for the current actual SHIELD," Fury said.

Liam, still watching the burning remains of the fortress, finally turned to face the others.

"Fenrir can take care of transport."

At the sound of his name, the massive wolf stepped forward. It gave a deep growl. The message was clear: step out of line, and there would be consequences.

Some of the Widows shifted uncomfortably, their instincts screaming at them not to trust any of this. But they also knew they had no real choice. They had seen what Liam and Fenrir were capable of.

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