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Liam heard a sharp whistle through the comms before Barton's voice crackled to life.

"I gotta say, kid, you really outdid yourself with these arrows. I'm dropping these guys like flies."

Liam smirked, watching the landing pad remain undisturbed. He knew Barton wouldn't have any trouble now.

"I gave you the best tools," Liam replied. "You just had to point and shoot."

"Yeah, well, I think I'm in love," Barton chuckled. "This bow was already a piece of art, but now? With these runes? Damn thing feels alive. I barely have to pull before the arrows are already nocked, and I don't even have to reach into the quiver anymore. Just think it, and another arrow's there."

Barton let loose another shot, and Liam could hear the faint hum of energy vibrating through the call before a distant explosion followed.

"And these Bifrost arrows?" Barton continued. "Yeah, I'm gonna have a hard time going back to regular ones. These things don't just pierce through armor, they—" Another explosion. "—they send these guys straight to Hell."

"They're not unlimited," Liam reminded him. "I'm feeding them into your quiver through my control over the Bifrost. If I stop, the arrows stop."

"Yeah, yeah, I get it. No pissing you off. Got it."

Another arrow zipped through the air, and over the comms, Barton let out a satisfied sigh.

"Gotta say though, I'm not even the biggest killer on the field right now."

Liam arched an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"Oh, you haven't seen it yet?" Barton chuckled. "Fenrir's stealing all the glory. Thing's tearing through these guys like a damn hurricane."

Liam turned his gaze toward the main gate, and sure enough, the massive wolf was rampaging through enemy forces in the front gate. These hired soldiers had never seen such a massive wolf and their bullets did nothing to Fenrir. 

One unlucky guard tried to flee, but Fenrir pounced, his claws carving through reinforced armor like wet paper. With a snarl, he lifted another soldier in his jaws, crunching down before tossing the lifeless body aside. Bullets bounced off his hide, barely even irritating the beast. A squad tried to form up, raising their weapons, but Fenrir let out a ground-shaking snarl. The sheer force of it sent men flying backward, their bodies crashing against walls and vehicles.

The wolf's glowing eyes scanned the battlefield before he lunged again, his massive fangs tearing into another group of enemies. Limbs scattered as Fenrir's sheer power made short work of them.

"Yeah, I almost feel bad for these guys. Almost."

"Let him have his fun. He's been bored lately." Liam said. 

This was the second phase of their mission. Upper part secured, the guard sentries were taken down and the huge distraction in the front, thanks to Fenrir. Time for the infiltration. 

"You three are up." 

"Already on the move." Came an answer from Rogers. 

With the sentry guards already taken out by Barton, the real infiltration began. Three figures darted through the shadows, slipping past the chaos Fenrir had unleashed. Tony was clad in what looked like the enhanced form of Storm javelin. The armor had undergone serious upgrades since Liam had last seen it—blue electrical currents pulsed along its limbs, sparking whenever Tony moved.

"Gotta say, this new suit? I really outdid myself," Tony whispered through the comms. "I mean, the lightning alone is chef's kiss."

Rogers, moving in tandem, rolled his eyes but kept his shield ready. "Focus, Stark."

"I am focused, Grandpa. You want the bad guys fried extra crispy, or should I leave them medium rare?"

Steve ignored the quip, already shifting his attention to their surroundings. The corridors of the facility were dimly lit, sterile, and cold, with the occasional patrol moving through. But with most forces focused on Fenrir outside, the path forward was mostly clear.

Natasha split off from the duo, her mission set. She was headed straight for the kidnapped scientists. With her skills, she didn't need brute force—stealth and precision would do the trick.

Meanwhile, Tony and Steve pressed forward.

The first enemy squad came into view, stationed near a security checkpoint. They barely had time to register the threat before Tony raised his hand and unleashed a lightning blast. The blue arc of electricity surged forward, chaining from one soldier to another, dropping them instantly.

Steve wasted no time, charging ahead and slamming his shield into the last remaining guard. The impact sent the man flying into a console, knocking him out cold.

"Alright, let's keep it moving," Steve said, glancing back at Tony.

"Oh, so now you like the flashy entrance?" Tony quipped.

"Less talking, more fighting."

Liam wasn't sitting ducks either, he turned into a wolf himself and went inside the whole ancient fortress, killing anything that looked like an enemy soldier. Soon he reached the place where the Widows were imprisoned. As Liam came near he saw the prisons had been opened and 27 Widows had come out to help the soldiers. Their eyes seemed to be devoid of emotions and Liam could easily tell that they were controlled. 

He was here for them.

Liam exhaled, his breath misting in the cold Siberian air. These Widows were fast, trained, and relentless—but they weren't his enemy. They were victims. As the first Widow lunged at him, Liam shifted seamlessly from his wolf form back into his human body, his Wraith abilities activating instinctively. He vanished into the wraith form and reappeared behind her, delivering a precise strikes to her pressure points, thanks to his enhanced vision of Bifrost, rendering her unconscious without causing permanent harm.

Two more on the sides attacked from opposite angles. Liam's eyes flashed as he sidestepped effortlessly. The Widows struck only air and if he got touched by any of them, it would be a shame in the name of Heimdall's powers.

A crackling of power surged through his fingertips as he clenched his fist. He slammed it into the ground, invoking Frey's magic.