Chapter 14

POV Alexander Pierce (only good nazi is a dead one)

From his vantage point, high above the chaos that had erupted within S.H.I.E.L.D.'s headquarters, Alexander Pierce watched in disbelief as his carefully constructed web of power unraveled before his eyes. The sky was painted with streaks of crimson, a stark contrast to the darkness that had veiled his sinister schemes for so long.

Vega, the name that had become synonymous with hope and defiance, descended from the heavens like an avenging angel. The red glow of his eyes burned into Pierce's consciousness, a haunting reminder of his ultimate failure. The Hydra agents who had once been his pawns now lay helpless, their illusions of grandeur shattered by the very symbol of resistance they sought to crush.

Pierce clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, as he bore witness to the seemingly invincible Vega dismantling his forces with unparalleled speed and precision. His heart raced with a mixture of anger, frustration, and a gnawing sense of defeat. The boy's powers were beyond anything he had ever anticipated, and they had become the catalyst for his downfall.

In the midst of the chaos, Captain America emerged, a beacon of unwavering virtue and strength. His mere presence instilled fear in Hydra agents and sent a ripple of panic through the organization's ranks. Pierce's grip on his power was slipping, slipping through his fingers like sand, and he was powerless to stop it.

As the battle raged on, Pierce's mind raced, desperately searching for a way to salvage his crumbling empire. But his efforts were in vain, for even the most fortified walls of deception could not withstand the combined might of Vega and Captain America. Hydra agents fell like dominoes, their loyalty shattered in the face of unwavering resolve.

Then came the moment he had dreaded, the confrontation with Director Fury, the Black Widow, and Agent Coulson. They strode forward with an air of authority that pierced through Pierce's delusions of control. The weight of his sins bore down upon him, each accusation a dagger to his pride.

Director Fury's gaze bore into him, an unspoken condemnation that sent shivers down Pierce's spine. The Black Widow's calculating eyes held no mercy, only a cold determination to see justice served. And Agent Coulson, a man he had underestimated, now stood as a testament to the resilience of those who dared to stand against tyranny.

As the world council was summoned, Pierce's empire crumbled before the watchful eyes of nations. His crimes were laid bare for all to see, a testament to the power of truth and the unwavering resolve of those who had fought against him. The arrest was swift, his reign of terror brought to a sudden and ignominious end.

Nick Fury's final words cut deep," There is no place for nazi scum in the world." a reminder that Hydra's legacy was one of darkness and hatred. Pierce's dreams of world domination had been shattered, replaced by the cold reality of defeat. As he was led away in chains, his once-mighty empire reduced to dust, Pierce's world had collapsed around him, leaving nothing but the bitter taste of failure and the haunting image of Vega's glowing red eyes etched into his memory.

POV Tony Stark's (billionaire, playboy, and lovable heart patient)

Tony Stark leaned back in his luxurious chair, his eyes fixed on the live feed that showed the chaos unfolding within S.H.I.E.L.D.'s headquarters. A cynical smirk played on his lips as he watched the once-mighty organization crumble under the weight of its own deceit. For years, he had harbored suspicions about the true nature of S.H.I.E.L.D., and now those suspicions had been vindicated in the most spectacular fashion.

"Jarvis, remind me to send a fruit basket to that kid," Tony mused, taking a sip from his glass of scotch. "Vega, right? Yeah, that's his name."

The AI's crisp voice responded, "Of course, sir. Shall I arrange for a suitable gift?"

Tony waved a dismissive hand. "Nah, just a metaphorical fruit basket. Kid deserves some credit for exposing this Hydra mess."

As the battle on the screen continued to unfold, Tony's thoughts drifted to the events that had led up to this moment. His own distrust for S.H.I.E.L.D. had been the driving force behind his decision to keep his Iron Man activities largely independent. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction at the sight of Hydra agents being taken down, their grandiose plans crumbling into dust.

"Why the heck didn't they bring me in on the fun?" Tony muttered under his breath. "My family's been fighting Nazis for generations. It's practically a family tradition. And what's more fitting than me, the Iron Man, punching some Nazi scum myself?"

He took another sip of his scotch, a wry smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. While he may not have been directly involved in the fall of Hydra, he relished the thought that his instincts had been right all along. His distrust for authority and his penchant for doing things his own way had paid off in the end.

"Alright, Jarvis, let's see what other trouble I can get into," Tony said, setting down his glass and standing up. He walked over to his workbench, his mind already racing with ideas for his next suit upgrade. As the world around him continued to change, Tony Stark remained unapologetically himself, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, with a healthy dose of wit and a touch of genius.