Reincarnated in the Marvel Universe— A Beginning of a New Life

STELLA'S POV—

*Ding* I heard a sound from the phone that Sin gave me. I took out the phone and saw that Sin has sent me a message. I opened it. Great! It seems Sin has completed her tasks. Now, it's time for me to wait for their arrival.

Thanks to the security system, I can rest assured that, those bastards constant bombing wouldn't affect this place. I burst out of the room and dashed towards the stairs. Hiding behind a wall, I saw some shadows coming towards the hall. Taking out a fruit knife, I took my stance.

THIRD POV—

Irritation and anger, were the only things that Brock was feeling. Thanks to their stupid HYDRA security system, he had lost some men. He should have known that his team had some morons, who would fall victim to that stupid system.

"Boss! What should we do? Some of us—"

He turned towards him. He monotoned, "So, what? They could die for all I care. My mission is to retrieve Stella Rogers and if, you maggots die in that process, I personally don't give a damn to you."

Suddenly, a man yelled, "You are our leader. How could you say this to us?" some HYDRA soldiers were trying to keep him quiet but he ignored them, "I won't accept this. I am not going to—"

The man couldn't complete his sentence. He was shot in the head by Brock. Seeing him getting himself killed by their own leader/boss, the hearts of rest soldiers gripped in fear.

He moved his eyes over everyone present there. He asked, "Do any of you have more queries? If you have then, look at that dead body. Just imagine, if you even try to oppose me, you will have same fate as him. Remember one thing, you guys are maggots in front of me. I don't give damn if you, maggots die during the mission."

At that point of time, a man came forward. Standing in front of Brock, the man said, "Sir, if I may, I want to make a suggestion."

Brock nodded his head and motioned him to make his suggestion. He said, "Thank you for your gratitude, Sir. My suggestion is we should split into two groups and search for our target. With this, we could cover more area."

Impressed, Brock said, "It's good plan. Why didn't I think of it? Never mind, listen everyone, we are going to split our team into two parts. One group will be led by me and the other will be led by this man," the man bowed his head, "I will go in the direction of the laboratory along with my group, whereas the rest of you will go in the direction of the hallway. Understood?"

"UNDERSTOOD!!"

Everyone yelled in unison. Deciding that, they split into two groups, each group headed in their respective direction, leaving the dead and the injured on the floor as if, they didn't even exist.

STELLA'S POV—

As soon as I saw them entering the hallway, I pressed the button, which caused the hallway to be filled with smoke.

"I can't see—"

"Ahh!! My eyes are burning—"

"Everyone! Be alert. The enemy is near us. Use your masks."

Not wasting anymore time, I wore the protective googles and jumped directly from the staircase to the ground. Landing smoothly, I tipped toed towards my first target. Wrapping my hand over his mouth, I stabbed him in this throat, killing him instantly. Taking his gun from his dead body, I started firing at them. Hearing the gunshots and the dropping of bodies, if I have to be specific, dead bodies, they also started firing.

"Fire! The enemy is near—"

"AHHHH!!!! MY LEG GOT SHOT. HELP ME—"

"Wait! Don't shoot randomly. You are going to hit your teammates. Think properly."

This voice, this man is giving them useful instruction but, they are not listening to him. They should listen to him. Hah, but again, even if they heed his advice, it won't do them any good. Their fate is to die.

Dut to using their masks late, their eyes already had been affected by the smoke. The soldiers were firing blindly, they even shot their own teammates. It seems that I don't have much work to do. I hid behind the wall and waited for the show to finish. After sometime, the sound of gunshots stopped. I got out from my hiding spot. Infront of me, dozens of dead bodies were lying. The whole floor was soaked with blood.

I shook my head in disappointment. These soldiers are simply just morons. They should have calmed themselves down and then, made a plan to take me down. But I think fear got the better of them, as a result they killed each other.

"You took down my whole team, all by yourself," said the same voice, behind me. Turning my head, I saw him standing with a gun in his hand.

I commented, "I am not the reason. Your team's poor preparation was the sole reason for their unbecoming. Also, their teamwork wouldn't have mattered if I decided to kill them."

"Is that so?"

This voice, I know this voice. I think I have heard this before. I tried to recall it. My eyes widened when I recognized that voice.

I asked, "You are the one who captured me, aren't you? The one who ordered to hit the back of my head."

He laughed haughtily and said, "Yes, I am the one who captured you during the first special retrieving mission. I will also—"

Not wanting to hear his self-proclamation, I shot him in the hand, the very hand that was holding the gun.

"AHHH!!!" Yelling in pain, he dropped his gun and clutched it tightly. I dashed towards him and kicked the gun away. Seeing that I kicked his gun, he tried to punch me. I dodged it, and landed a spinning back heel kick right in his jaw, instantly shattering it.

He dropped on the ground, and tried clenching both his hand and jaw. I think he is confused whether he should hold his bleeding hand or bleeding mouth. I mocked, "You were saying something? Say it again?"

He coughed, "I-I wilel killl y-youuu, bithc." (I will kill you, bitch.)

"I can't understand you. Speak more clearly. Then again, how could you speak with broken jaw? You poor thing." I put my foot on his leg and crushed it.

"AHHH!!!!"

Then, I crushed his limbs one by one.

"AHHH!!!!"

"AHHH!!!! W-WAITTT... NOOOO!!"

"NOTTT!! THAATT TOOU!!"

Looking at his battered form, I took a deep breath. I said, "It looks I have settled the grudge." I put my foot over his throat, he tried to remove it with his hands, but it was in vain. I slowly suffocated him by pressing my leg on his throat. After some pathetic attempts, he stopped moving. Removing my feet from his now dead body, I started to collect some weapons from his body.