Game in Marvel

Fury then pointed to another section, a multi-level laboratory complex attached to the main gulag. 

"The scientists are being held here. They've been forced to work round the clock on Dreykov's flying fortress. Unlike the Widows, they actually get beds—small barracks on the east wing. Two to a room, minimal security, because let's face it—none of them are trained to fight back. But the real problem is that they're tagged. Some kind of implant keeps them from trying to escape."

He zoomed in on a rooftop landing pad.

"This is our biggest problem. The place has its own fleet of combat drones and a small squad of guards on standby at all times. If we don't shut that down early, they'll have air support within minutes. And also the reason why I called Liam here, because he has the best firepower among all of us. Normally I would a whole team of agents, but doing that would be risky as this wouldn't be sanctioned by SHIELD and also the reason why I called everyone. You can decide how to progress in this mission." 

Everyone looked at Rogers as he had the best brains when it came to missions and covert attacks but Rogers replied. 

"Don't look at me. Liam here has yet to show all of his capabilities and I feel he will be a better leader here." Rogers said. This made everyone remember that they had yet to see Liam in full force since he had lost his hand. The Avengers had been briefed after Rogers had returned and suffice to say that the others were shaken up. 

Apparently, after knowing the truth, all the people including Phil had been going to church regularly. Liam looked at everyone and they all seemed to agree with Rogers words. 

"Are you sure you want to give the mission to a teenager?" Liam asked. 

"Hey all I know is you had faced the Devil and came out fine. That should count something for in my books." Barton said. 

"Honestly speaking I can just go in and lay a waste to the whole place but there are innocents here so I will need your help.. Barton you will be given...." 

Liam soon laid out his plans as he did so one could see that his eyes gleamed from time to time as he showed what everyone need to do. Little did they know that Liam was simultaneously watching everything with the help of the powers of Heimdall and he was giving instructions according to what he was watching. 

Everyone soon agreed and before they knew it everyone found themselves in the gloomy and cold Siberia where temperatures were below -5 degrees at least. A place that seemed to have not seen sun for ages, but one could feel that it was out there, beyond the thick clouds. 

"Good job, boy." Tony came forward and gave Fenrir some meats snacks that he was carrying as it was the one who had teleported everyone here. Meanwhile, as the cold Siberian wind howled around them, Liam's eyes flickered with a glow.

Then closing his eyes, he focused inward, channeling the power of Atreus. A surge of energy coursed through him as his form shimmered, his body folding and shifting until feathers burst forth where skin once was. In an instant, he had transformed into a massive bird of prey, his keen eyes sharpening to perceive every movement below. With a powerful flap of his wings, he launched into the sky, soaring high above the landing pad.

"So he can change into a bird now? What next? A dinosaur?" Natasha complained. 

"I won't be surprised if he changes into a huge monster now." Tony shrugged as his armor gleamed in the windy hell. 

From above, he counted the enemies—six guards with automatic weapons and three drones hovering at different angles, their sensors sweeping for intruders. Silent as the wind, Liam dove downward. His talons extended, catching one unsuspecting guard by the throat before he had time to react. A sharp twist of his claws, and the man collapsed soundlessly.

The bird of prey wasn't an ordinary one at all. 

Before the others could notice, Liam surged forward, now changing into a black panther. His lunge carried two paws with brutal strength taking a swipe at the throat of another. One drone turned toward him, its sensors locking on, but Liam had already anticipated it. Mid-air, he shifted back into his human form, landing gracefully on the platform with his bow already materializing in his hands.

Drawing the string, he loosed an arrow charged with blue runic energy, piercing straight through the drone's core, causing it to explode in a cascade of sparks. Before the second drone could react, he pulled another arrow from his quiver—this one imbued with sonic ability magic. The arrow struck, sending a web of sound wave through the drone's metallic frame, frying its circuits instantly.

The guards had now realized the attack and raised their weapons, but Liam moved faster. He nocked three arrows at once and fired, the projectiles finding their marks with deadly accuracy. One man fell clutching his throat, another was hit in the knee before Liam swiftly finished him off with a dagger throw, and the last one stumbled back, desperately firing his rifle.

Liam twisted to the side, his wraith reflexes making him a blur. In one fluid motion, he dismissed his bow and summoned the Draupnir Spear, spinning it in his hands. He dashed forward, dodging a barrage of bullets before lunging. The spear pierced the last guard's chest, and Liam twisted it violently before yanking it free.

Before he could take a breath, the final drone activated its emergency defense mode, unleashing a barrage of micro-missiles, but Liam hurled the Draupnir Spear, embedding it in the drone's hull. With a snap of his fingers, the spear detonated, shattering the machine mid-air.

Smoke and sparks filled the landing pad, but the area was secure. Liam turned, his eyes scanning the battlefield, ensuring there were no more threats. Satisfied, he activated his comm.

"Landing pad secured. Tell me Barton you have taken down the sentry guards."