All the heavens, starting as the ruler of the universe

Chapter 82 Marvel

Forty meters underground in Sokovia, the last stronghold of Hydra's Eastern European branch.

The emergency lights in the corridor were still on, their cold white light casting long streaks of congealed blood on the metal walls on either side.

The air was filled with the smell of burning metal, mixed with the residual energy fluctuations left after chaotic magic tore through metal.

Scattered on the ground were shards of bulletproof glass, a twisted automatic defense turret, and several monitoring instruments still sparking.

The wall was riddled with bullet holes, but all the bullets were caught in mid-air at supersonic speeds and then casually tossed to the ground.

Pietro leaned against a blast door at the end of the corridor, clutching a handful of metal parts torn from a defensive turret, his knuckles still slick with machine oil.

His breathing hadn't completely calmed down yet, and his silver-gray hair was damp with sweat and stuck to his forehead, but a barely suppressed smile lingered at the corner of his mouth.

Wanda stood behind him, her grey-green eyes scanning the still-smoking defensive structures.

Her hands hung at her sides, her fingertips swirling with crimson mist that was slowly receding into her palms.

The blast door was torn open in the middle by chaotic magic, leaving a gap large enough for a person to pass through. Behind the door was a room even darker than the corridor.

"This must be the archives room?" Pietro glanced at it, then flipped through all the paper files at lightning speed.

"Found it, there really is the two of us." In just a few seconds, Pietro found the file containing the two of them among thousands of files.

Wanda took the file; the corners of the pages were yellowed, and it was covered with all sorts of writing, along with a few photos and an evaluation form for the experimental subjects.

On the second page of the file, there were two one-inch photos, photos of the two children.

A boy with silver-gray hair, and a girl with long brown hair.

Wanda's hands began to tremble.

She turned to the next page, which contained basic information about the two of them.

The next page contains information about the deaths of the two parents and the causes of death.

That terrorist attack in Sokovia.

Pietro then handed over a second file, which was the complete operational record of that terrorist attack.

Hydra meticulously recorded everything from planning and purchasing missiles to selecting the time and predetermined target area, including the signatures of the personnel responsible for the infiltration operation.

Pietro squatted down and spread the documents out on the floor.

Action personnel, mission planning, and the adoption of children after creating panic.

Page after page, each page is incredibly detailed.

He crouched there, his silver-gray hair hanging down and obscuring his eyes, his shoulders trembling slightly.

"They killed our parents—and lied to us—" His voice trembled more and more, and by the end it was almost squeezed out of his throat.

Wanda stood behind him, tears streaming down her face.

Why?

Chaos magic surged from her fingertips, and crimson mist enveloped the entire row of filing cabinets and all the documents inside.

Her gray-green pupils lit up.

The energy field contracted sharply in the center of the room.

The walls are cracked, the metal is twisted, and the ironware melts and deforms under high temperature.

The papers turned to ashes in the chaotic magic, but she remained restrained.

After the last file was destroyed, Wanda withdrew her hand.

She took the pendant out of her pocket; it was a keepsake left by her mother.

She placed the pendant on the remains of the filing cabinet, on top of the pile of sins that had turned to ashes, then straightened up and watched the ashes slowly dissipate in the residual energy fluctuations.

"Dad, Mom," she took a deep breath, "I'm going to avenge you."

Pietro put his arm around Wanda's shoulder, his fingers tightening slightly.

His eyes were still red, but his voice had calmed down.

"Let's go."

Wanda didn't speak, but just clutched the pendant, her knuckles turning white.

Pietro reached out and took her hand in his palm. His hand wasn't big, but it was big enough to hold her fingers and the pendant together.

"From now on, our enemy will be Hydra. We'll settle this score one by one."

Wanda took a deep breath. She wiped the tears from her face with her sleeve, hung the pendant back around her neck, and then looked up. "Let's go."

The two walked out of the underground base's exit, stepped through the hidden door blasted open by chaotic magic, and stood once again in the gray morning light of Sokovia.

A black SUV was parked in the empty space of the abandoned factory.

A bald, one-eyed Black man in a black trench coat leaned against the hood of a car, his arms crossed, looking as calm as if he were waiting for someone in his own garage.

Standing next to him was a woman with long, wine-red hair, wearing a black, tight-fitting tactical uniform, a short dagger at her waist, and that familiar smile on her lips.

"The Maximov siblings." Nick Fury straightened up.

"Who are you?" Sterling's voice was somewhat cold.

"Nick Fury," he said to the two men, "the current director of S.H.I.E.L.D."

"What are you doing here?" Wanda's voice was still a little hoarse, but her gray-green eyes had regained their composure.

"I'm inviting you to join the Avengers," Fury said without any further preamble.

Wanda did not answer immediately.

She stood at the entrance of the abandoned factory, with the still-smoking Hydra base behind her, her fingers unconsciously twisting the pendant around her neck.

"Hydra is a terrorist organization that aims to rule the world." Nick Fury gestured with his chin toward the entrance of the abandoned factory.

"To rule the world, they are capable of anything you can imagine, including terrorist attacks, adopting children,"

Brainwashing and human modification, etc.

Fury took a business card from the inside pocket of his trench coat and placed it on the hood of the SUV.

"My contact information is here. Regardless of whether you ultimately join the Avengers or not, I can share information about the remaining Hydra strongholds with you."

"What do we need to do to join the Avengers?" Pietro couldn't help but ask.

"Help me deal with Hydra and the dangerous experimental subjects they've created." Nick Fury stepped forward.

"Hydra has seven strongholds in Europe, four in Asia, and three in the Americas." His tone was enticing. "What you destroyed today is only one branch. There are people above it, people who are more deeply hidden and have more resources."

"If you join, you won't have to find those places yourselves." Fury pulled his hand out of his trench coat pocket, palm up, as if displaying an invisible bargaining chip.

"S.H.I.E.L.D.'s intelligence network, satellite surveillance, and logistical support are all open to the Avengers members. You just need to focus on fighting; you don't need to worry about logistics and intelligence."

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Wanda stared at him without saying a word.

"Of course, while we're dealing with Hydra, there might be other crises on Earth, such as alien invasions or various mad scientists' experiments aimed at destroying the planet." Nick Fritz paused for a moment. "These things should be easy for you; you can lend a hand when you have time."