Marvel: Incursio

Liam stood up and exited the room, the space behind him gradually turning back to his domain. The lights and laptop vanished again, leaving the area to slowly turn back to the same old stones.

He went down to one of the lower floors, using his domain to sense the presence of people nearby. On this floor alone, forty Hydra agents were grouped at the top of a staircase, with a few scouts moving through the surrounding areas.

'Must be a squad checking on Alexander,' Liam thought. 'Lucky they're all grouped together—it'll make clearing this floor a lot simpler.'

As he moved towards the staircase, two Hydra scouts spotted him. One immediately reached for his earpiece to report, but before he could act, Liam hurled one of his chakrams at him. The golden weapon spun through the air with precision, severing the scout's head and the hand holding the earpiece.

The second scout raised his gun and fired twice, but Liam calmly extended his hand and snapped his fingers upwards. The chakram, still flying, slowly changed its direction, slicing through the man's chest before returning to Liam's hand. The scouts bodies fell to the ground as Liam continued walking.

'Manipulating the chakrams is much easier than I expected,' Liam thought, catching the returning weapon with ease.

The noise from the bullets drew the attention of the remaining scouts, who hurried back to regroup with the larger cluster of agents, most likely realizing that their comrades were gone.

'While the chakrams are effective for killing groups of five and ten, my domain is better for handling the larger groups,' Liam considered as he approached the main group of agents.

As soon as he turned the corner, the Hydra operatives spotted him and opened fire. Bullets ricocheted off Liam as he started manipulating the floors and walls into a massive stone box around the agents. Once encased, he began lowering the ceiling within the box.

Panic broke out among the trapped agents. Some screamed, while others, emotionless from Hydra's training, remained silent and awaited their fate. The ceiling descended slowly, leaving no room for escape. The screams faded to loud crunches as blood sprayed through small gaps in the walls and ceiling.

When it was over, Liam dissolved the box, leaving behind a scene of flattened bodies and pools of blood. Disgusted, he stepped through the mess and continued towards the next floor.

'Not doing that again.' Liam thought. 'While it barely cost any energy, it was disgusting and really not my style.'

The chaos and screams from above had already spread among those below. Agents scattered, some fleeing to lower floors while others tried to hide. Liam dealt with the cowards efficiently, using his chakrams, which were sharp enough to slice through walls. By the time he reached floor 29, the next three levels were almost completely abandoned.

While continuing on his way down, he encountered numerous bodies in lab coats or office attire, filled with bullet wounds—which were likely SHIELD personnel executed by Hydra. At the same time, he had placed another fourteen people inside an ice containers, though these ones weren't that cold.

He did this because he was unsure about these individuals—they showed no malicious intent or gave him any strange feelings. He decided to keep them in ice until SHIELD could identify who they worked for.

Liam quickly went down the three floors. Before going to the next level, he noticed a pleasant surprise waiting for him. On the next floor, two groups—one consisting of 28 people and the other of 34—were guarding the staircases, while an additional group of 17 individuals surrounded the elevator shaft.

Liam approached the first group, looking at their formation. Some agents crouched behind shields while others stood behind with small handguns and heavier weapons such as carbines.

This time, Liam didn't use his domain and relied on his chakrams. He summoned four instead of two, throwing them with all his strength. The weapons became golden blurs, ricocheting off energy barriers he had created along the walls to make sure they maintained high speeds and didn't pierce through the walls.

Many agents hit by the first throw were only injured, losing an arm or suffering deep slashes along their sides. But a chance to scream? Many didn't even have that.

One agent, for example, had his arm severed at the shoulder. As he reached out with his remaining hand toward the injury and opened his mouth to scream, another chakram came from a different direction. It sliced his head cleanly in two, causing his brain to spill out as the rest of his body collapsed to the ground, following his severed arm.

Within moments, the entire group was reduced to shredded body parts. Blood pooled across the floor as Liam stepped through, continuing to the next groups. He killed the larger group with spikes coming from the walls, ceiling, and floor. While the third smaller group fell to a combination of the Bolts of Balthakk and his chakrams.

Liam went down floor by floor, obliterating Hydra's forces. Some floors were deserted, while others had many hidden agents spread out throughout the floor. Very rarely did Liam encounter larger groups of agents as he continued going to lower floors.

However, by the time he reached floor 13, he sensed a significant concentration of enemies: 65 on that floor, 90 on floor 12, and 150 below them.

'Looks like Clint and Natasha are doing a good job too,' Liam noted, sensing around 280 people gathered on their floor.

Floor 10's space was packed with technicians and agents, with the agents covering entrances and the technicians huddled together in safer spots to give the agents as much room as possible.

Liam opened a rift, stepping directly into the room where Natasha and Clint were stationed. His arrival startled a few agents, who instinctively raised their guns.

"Don't shoot him! Focus on the entrances!" Agent Sharon Carter commanded. She had been informed by Natasha about Liam and his appearance.

Liam scanned the room and spotted Natasha resting briefly, a bullet wound on her leg bound tightly with a tourniquet.

"How many people upstairs are still with SHIELD?" Liam asked, noting the piles of Hydra bodies on the staircases.

"Likely none," Natasha replied bitterly. "We've got about 300 people here. Maria's intel suggests there were 1,687 active people inside the main building including Hydra, but only about 500 were guarenteed to be working under SHIELD. Hydra's been executing the remaining SHIELD personnel when they realized that something is going on."

"Unless they managed to hide, anyone not here is probably dead."

"I found around 80 people upstairs I wasn't sure about. They've been captured in ice for later identification," Liam informed her.

"That's great," Natasha said, her voice sounding tired. She attempted a smile but was too exhausted to put one on.

When they had ran out of ammunition, Natasha had held the stairs alone with her knifes and her last remaining ammunition. While at the same time, the others began scavenging bullets from fallen Hydra agents.