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Peter Parker fired web after web, encasing Tony's MK armor in thick layers of special spider silk, immobilizing him like a silkworm chrysalis stuck to the ground.

Fury immediately waved his hand, signaling his team. Peter, Maria Hill, and several agents approached Pierce and the Winter Soldier, prepared to apprehend them. Bucky, the Winter Soldier, tried to resist, but even with his enhanced abilities, he was no match for Peter's superior strength and agility. Eventually, he was subdued.

As his team secured Pierce and Bucky, Rumlow shot a wary glance at Steve Rogers, who was just rising to his feet in the distance. Fury, meanwhile, approached Tony Stark, who was still trapped on the ground. He knelt and tapped on Tony's visor.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The sound echoed as the faceplate retracted, revealing Tony's face twisted with unrestrained anger—an expression Fury had never seen before.

"Tony," Fury said firmly, "we need them alive for now."

"They killed my parents," Tony growled, his voice raw with fury.

"I know, and it's infuriating," Fury replied, his tone steady. "But we need what Pierce knows. Give me a few days. I want to root out every last Hydra agent before we deal with him."

Fury's indifference to Pierce's ultimate fate was clear. The only question was whether Tony would kill him now or if it would happen later in a prison cell.

"What about Bucky?" Tony shot back. While Pierce was the mastermind, Bucky had been the one to carry out the killings with his own hands.

"Tony, Bucky was brainwashed. He wasn't in control of his actions," Steve interjected, his voice sincere as he approached.

Suddenly, Tony's MK armor emitted a faint red glow as its systems entered overheating mode. The intense heat softened the webbing, allowing Tony to break free with a single, sharp motion. Rising to his feet, he fixed Steve with an icy glare.

"I don't care," Tony said coldly. "He killed my parents with his own hands. He dies too."

Tony's voice was devoid of empathy. He didn't care about brainwashing, or that Bucky was Steve's friend. To him, justice demanded a life for a life.

"When the Maximoff twins came for revenge, I let them. This is no different," he added, his tone chillingly matter-of-fact.

"Tony, you're letting Pierce manipulate you," Steve countered. "This could all be a ploy to divide us. We can't even prove Bucky pulled the trigger—"

But Pierce, ever the opportunist, cut in with a sneer. "Oh, but we can. There's a video, Tony. An old highway camera captured everything. Look for it, and you'll see the truth."

Tony's composure wavered. His fury threatened to boil over again, but he forced himself to stay calm. He could feel the watchful eyes of Peter, Steve, Fury, and the others. He knew that if he acted rashly, Pierce might escape in the chaos.

For now, he would wait. But Pierce and Bucky wouldn't escape him forever.

Seeing Tony restrain himself, Fury felt a small sense of relief. He glanced at Peter, who gave a silent nod of understanding. If Tony acted out again, Peter would be ready.

Meanwhile, Pierce, handcuffed and flanked by agents, was disappointed. He had hoped for chaos—a brawl that might allow Bucky to escape. Instead, his plan had failed.

Just as everyone was preparing to move Pierce and the others to the escort vehicle, something unimaginable happened.

Weng!

An inexplicable force swept over the area, blanketing the streets. A sacred, indescribable energy froze everything and everyone in place.

Nick Fury, Tony Stark, Peter Parker, Steve Rogers—every person in the vicinity—was rendered motionless. Their bodies refused to respond, as though their minds had been stripped away. Only their eyes could move, darting in shock and confusion.

The stillness was absolute. Fury, Tony, and the others could see Pierce and Bucky frozen nearby, just as helpless. It was surreal, unbelievable.

Then, golden particles shimmered in the air in front of Pierce, gradually coalescing into a human form.

A tall, handsome man appeared, dressed simply in a white shirt and jeans, a necklace with a blue gemstone resting against his chest. His hair swayed slightly in an unseen breeze.

From Fury's vantage point, he could only see the man's broad back, but Pierce's reaction was unmistakable—his eyes widened in terror, his face pale with fear.

This man needed no introduction. Fury and the others knew exactly who he was: Leon.

Leon's sleeves were neatly folded, revealing muscular arms that made his shirt stretch slightly. He exuded an aura of overwhelming power. Standing tall, he gazed at Pierce and the others with cold indifference.

"Stupidity and arrogance lead only to one thing: destruction," Leon said, his voice devoid of anger yet heavy with authority.

The words alone sent a wave of fear crashing over Pierce and Rumlow, threatening to drown their resolve. Pierce's earlier arrogance evaporated, replaced by regret and despair.

For the first time, Pierce realized the depth of his mistake. Yesterday, he had been a man of ambition, presiding over a Hydra summit. Today, he was a broken fugitive, hunted and powerless before Leon's presence.

If he could, he would slap himself for his arrogance.

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