The digital peace of the Malibu estate was shattered at 3:14 AM. In the workshop, holograms flickered to life without a command.
"Sir," JARVIS whispered through the speakers. "A ghost-signal has just terminated in the mainframe. It originated from a decommissioned Stark Industries server in Siberia. It contains a security file... one S.H.I.E.L.D. has been classified under 'Omega' clearance."
Tony, who was busy tinkering with a new alloy, didn't even look up. His Cognitive Multitasking was already processing three different engineering schematics while his Technopathy felt the ripple in the local network.
Tony, bleary-eyed and clutching a cup of coffee, waved a hand to dismiss the alert. "Delete it, JARVIS. Probably just Fury trying to spook me after our little chat."
"I cannot delete it, Sir. My protocols prevent me from erasing evidence regarding the deaths of Howard and Maria Stark."
Tony froze. The coffee mug shattered on the floor. "What did you just say?"
The air in the room seemed to thicken. "Play it."
The central holographic display expanded. It was black-and-white CCTV footage dated December 16, 1991. Tony watched in a paralyzed silence that felt like a vacuum. With his Boy Eye, he saw every detail in hyper-clarity—the dilation of the killer's pupils, the cold mechanical glint of the metallic arm. He saw his father's car hit the tree. He saw a man on a motorcycle—a man with a gleaming metallic arm—approach the wreckage.
He watched the man crush his father's skull with a mechanical precision. He watched the man move to the passenger side and wrap his hand around his mother's throat.
"JARVIS... enhance," Tony choked out, his voice a ghost of itself.
The rage surged through his Super Soldier physiology like a tidal wave of adrenaline. His Technopathy expanded instinctively, his mind reaching out and forcibly seizing every server within a ten-meter radius, yanking the hidden metadata from the file. He saw the S.H.I.E.L.D. digital stamps. He saw the Hydra signatures buried in the code. He showed how the mission had been sanctioned by a cell deep within the agency. It showed that Nick Fury's organization had been hosting the killers for decades.
Tony's breathing became shallow. His High-Speed Regeneration kicked in as his blood pressure spiked to lethal levels, his body healing the internal strain of his own fury.
"They knew," Tony whispered. His voice was a vibrating growl. "Fury talked to me about 'real storms.' He talked to me about 'teams.' And all this time, he was sitting on the grave of my parents."
Suddenly, he roared. He simply let his Magnetism flare. Every metal tool, every spare part, and every chassis in the workshop groaned as they were repelled by a massive invisible force, slamming into the walls with a thunderous crash.
"JARVIS! ACTIVATE THE PROTOCOL!"
"Sir, what are your intentions?"
"I'm going to pull the wings off the eagle, JARVIS."
Tony stepped into the center of the room. He used his Magnetism to pull the armor pieces of Mark IV toward him at terminal velocity, his Bullet Time perception allowing him to align the joints perfectly in less than a second.
As the helmet slammed shut, his Technopathy linked directly with the suit's HUD. He was the armor now.
"I'm seeing it now, JARVIS," Tony growled, his mind diving into the S.H.I.E.L.D. mainframe through the backdoors I had left for him. With his Cognitive Multitasking, he began running ten thousand parallel searches. He bypassed Fury's "Level 10" encryption like it was a child's toy.
He saw the rot. Names like Alexander Pierce and Jasper Sitwell appeared in red. He saw the Winter Soldier's maintenance logs.
He saw that Fury had known the Starks were assassinated, even if he didn't know the face of the killer. He had kept it from Tony to "manage" him.
Tony ignited the thrusters, blowing the roof off his workshop as he accelerated to Mach 3 in seconds, his Super Soldier body handling the G-force without a flinch.
In the S.H.I.E.L.D. Triskelion, every computer screen suddenly turned blood red. Using his Technopathy, Tony rewrote their BIOS. He locked their weapon systems and began dumping every dirty secret Hydra had hidden into the public domain.
"I'm coming for the man with the metal arm," Tony's voice boomed over the S.H.I.E.L.D. emergency frequencies, cold and lethal. "And if S.H.I.E.L.D. tries to shield him, I'll drop the entire building into the Potomac."
——-
Far away at Umbrella HQ, I watched the thermal signature of the Mark IV streak across the East Coast.
"He's moving faster than the satellites can track," the Red Queen noted. "Magnetism is interfering with the local grid. He's a walking EMP."
"Let him burn," I murmured. "Fury wanted a storm. Now he has one he can't calculate his way out of."
This was the moment I had been calculating for years. While Tony Stark was a raging storm of fire and steel, I was the silent flood that would reshape the world's geography.
"Queen," I said, "Tony has provided the distraction. Now, show the world the face of its masters."
"With pleasure, Aryan," the Red Queen replied. Her 16-year-old avatar wasn't giggling anymore. She looked like a digital goddess of judgment, her eyes glowing with the data of billions. "The packets are ready. Every politician, every sleeper agent, every corrupt soul in the 'system' is tagged."
In a single, coordinated burst, the Red Cloud rewrote the global narrative. Every smartphone, every billboard in Times Square, every television in the Pentagon, and every workstation in the World Security Council flickered and changed.
With the help of my Technopathy and the Red Queen's processing power, we provided the receipts.
We published the biometric profiles and bank accounts of every Hydra agent, from high-ranking directors like Alexander Pierce down to the janitors at the Triskelion who reported on their colleagues. We showed the world that 70% of their "protectors" were wearing a Nazi-born death cult's sigil in secret.
We didn't stop at Hydra. I used this chaos to purge the "clean" world. We released high-definition evidence of senators, governors, and international diplomats who were embezzling funds, orchestrating local wars, and "eating the people" from the inside out through corporate kickbacks.
For those politicians who were simply in my way, the Red Queen seamlessly integrated them into the Hydra hierarchy. In the eyes of the public, corruption was now synonymous with Hydra. To be a "bad politician" was to be a "Hydra agent." There was no middle ground.
The world just exploded. In London, Paris, and Washington D.C., the streets filled with people who had just seen proof that their leaders were monsters.
The Pentagon went into a total blackout as their own security systems—now controlled by the Red Queen—locked the doors, trapping the traitors inside with the loyalists who had just seen the data. Police stations became war zones as officers realized their captains were on the list.
"The global heartbeat is erratic, Aryan," the Red Queen reported, her fingers dancing over a holographic globe that was turning red with civil unrest. "Riots in 42 countries. The World Security Council is currently trying to flee their bunkers, but I've redirected their private jets to land at Umbrella-controlled airfields."
I stood at the window of my office, watching the chaos unfold on a monitor. Through my Omega-Level Telepathy, I could feel the collective rage of humanity. It was a beautiful roar.
"Fury is trying to call the President," the Queen noted with a smirk. "But I've put him on a permanent hold with a recording of Tony's message. And the President? Well, he's currently staring at his own tax returns being broadcast on the Jumbotron in D.C."
By labeling the corrupt as Hydra, I had given the world a monster to hate and a reason to look for a new savior. S.H.I.E.L.D. was dead. The governments of the world were paralyzed. The old order was being burned down by its own people, fueled by the "truth" I had fed them.
"Is this enough, Aryan?" the Queen asked.
"No," I replied, watching a feed of Tony Stark ripping the roof off a S.H.I.E.L.D. safehouse.
"This is just the demolition. Now, we prepare the foundation. When the world is tired of the fire, they will come to Umbrella for the water."
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