Yasuo in Marvel - Chapter 40

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Yasuo, in a deep sleep, was gently shaken awake. The long flight had turned his initial excitement into boredom, and eventually, drowsiness.

“Are we in Sokovia?” Yasuo asked, forcing his eyes open and seeing it was rookie agent Stephen who woke him.

“We just arrived,” Stephen replied.

After disembarking from the plane, Yasuo found that it was nighttime in Sokovia. His first flight, his first time abroad – he barely had time to savor the experience before Stephen dragged him away.

Stephen produced a device and waved it in front of Yasuo. “Sharon Carter’s vital signs are decreasing. She’s in danger. We need to move quickly!”

Yasuo didn’t understand a bit about the device Stephen was holding, but hearing that Sharon Carter, a beautiful agent, was in mortal danger sparked his enthusiasm. Maybe this mission could finally end his single life. As for her being Captain America’s intended girlfriend – who cared? That guy was still frozen in some ice cave. As a 36-year-old super virgin, Yasuo wasn’t afraid of stealing anyone’s girl!

“Alright, let’s pick up the pace,” Yasuo said, excitement taking over his thoughts.

Sokovia, 9:00 PM.

Stephen, fully prepared, had rented a military jeep. Once Yasuo got in, Stephen floored the gas pedal, and the car roared to life, speeding toward Sharon Carter’s location.

At a Hydra base, Baron Strucker was throwing a fit in his office, angrily shouting at his subordinates in German. Just half a month ago, over 200 Reapers he had painstakingly created had gone rogue, destroying half his base and escaping. Strucker was certain he had been played. Someone was supporting those Reapers from the shadows, and they had vanished from his surveillance within a day.

While searching for the Reapers, he received intelligence that they had attacked a S.H.I.E.L.D. secret base. To make matters worse, Alexander Pierce had called to reprimand him and told him to abandon his base. Strucker felt like a fool, being toyed with.

Things didn’t end there. Yesterday, he discovered a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent had infiltrated his base. Bad events were happening one after another, something he had never faced even during World War II. Strucker’s arrogance blinded him to his mistakes. Ignoring Pierce’s advice, he resumed rebuilding his base. A mere S.H.I.E.L.D. agent wouldn’t leave Sokovia under the influence of his virus. He doubled his efforts to find the woman and vent his anger.

In a makeshift hideout, Sharon Carter was barely conscious. She had been in and out of consciousness for about 20 hours. Now awake, she struggled against her body’s weakness, leaning against a wall. The place was a hidden, abandoned house, covered in dust, indicating it hadn’t been used in a long time. She believed the enemy wouldn’t find her soon.

However, she had been in this spot for over 24 hours. The enemy was probably close. Her distress signal had been sent yesterday, and her emergency locator was on. Given S.H.I.E.L.D.’s efficiency, backup should arrive soon. Sharon Carter leaned against the wall, waiting for her fate.

Outside her hiding place, four military jeeps pulled up. “Diesel, you take four men and guard the back door. Oak, take ten men and surround the house from the west. Once we hear gunfire, start attacking the area. The rest of you, prepare for a frontal assault. Check your equipment; we move in thirty seconds,” a bald white man ordered while inspecting his gear.

Sharon Carter heard the vehicles and counted them in her mind: one, two, three… enemies. It seemed escape was unlikely. She had to find a way to leave crucial evidence behind.

Infected by Strucker’s virus, Sharon was burning up, dizzy, and weak. She tried standing several times but failed, managing only to draw her pistol and check the bullets with great effort, taking deep breaths.

“Move out.”

“Understood.”

“Roger. Go!”

Time ticked by. Diesel and Oak reported through their radios, “In position,” and the bald leader began firing at the wooden door.

“Bang, bang, bang…”

The door was splintered into pieces, and weak handgun shots from inside sounded pitifully feeble in comparison.

“Boom!” To everyone’s surprise, a loud explosion came from behind them.

“Zzz… clank, clank.” The sound of metal clashing echoed, and the curious bald leader turned to see their car being flung into the air.

“Damn…” he started to curse, but the car smashed down on him, turning him into a bloody pulp.

Inside, Sharon Carter had anticipated the door being forced open. She knew the moment had come. Weakly, she raised her arm and fired her pistol in a futile attempt to repel the attackers. She expected the enemy to burst in any second.

However, instead of more attackers, she heard an explosion outside. Judging by the sound, it was from the area where the cars were parked.

Moments later, half a car crashed into the room, squashing someone beneath it. Sharon took a sigh of relief. Whether it was S.H.I.E.L.D. backup or not, an enemy’s enemy was a friend.

Oak, hearing the gunfire from the front, signaled his men to advance. As they moved cautiously, a red flash caught his eye, but seeing nothing unusual, he shrugged it off.

Oak raised his foot but froze mid-step, sensing an eerie silence. No footsteps from his men, no noise from the front where the gunfire and explosion had been – just unnerving silence.

“Captain, Diesel, respond,” Oak called loudly into his radio.

He felt someone watching him from the left, a presence that hadn’t been there moments before. His throat tightened, cold sweat dripping. Was it a person or a ghost?

As he turned his head, a red flash passed, and pain seared his neck. Struggling to keep his eyes open, he tried to catch a glimpse of his attacker before everything went black.

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