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The morning after Logan's strike on Hydra, the world was in chaos. News channels were buzzing with the revelation, their anchors barely able to keep up with the deluge of information pouring in. Headlines screamed across screens in bold letters: *HYDRA EXPOSED!*

*SHADOW GOVERNMENT UNMASKED!*

*MASSIVE GLOBAL CONSPIRACY REVEALED!*

On every channel, the Hydra leak was the top story.

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**CNN**:

The screen cut to a serious-looking anchor, seated in front of a wall of screens showing various clips from the Hydra data dump.

"Good morning, I'm Anderson Cooper. The world has been shaken by the unprecedented leak of classified documents, revealing a global conspiracy led by the secretive organization known as Hydra. This terrorist group, long thought to be eradicated, appears to have infiltrated governments, corporations, and military organizations worldwide."

He paused, his expression grave. "In the last 24 hours, the internet has been flooded with detailed evidence of Hydra's activities, dating back decades. These documents implicate countless high-ranking officials and CEOs in a web of corruption, murder, and treason."

The screen switched to a panel of experts: a former CIA agent, a political analyst, and a cybersecurity specialist.

"It's clear this information was released by a highly sophisticated group," the cybersecurity specialist began, adjusting his glasses. "The level of detail, the sheer amount of data—it's staggering. This wasn't done by any run-of-the-mill hackers. This was an orchestrated takedown by a group with serious resources and connections."

The former CIA agent nodded. "This kind of operation takes years to plan. Whoever did this wanted to not just expose Hydra but to completely dismantle them. What's more surprising is the lack of evidence left at the sites of the attacks. These bases were completely destroyed, leaving little to no trace of what happened there."

"And do we have any idea who could be behind this?" the anchor asked.

"Speculation is rampant," the analyst replied. "There's a lot of chatter online, but no concrete leads. Some are suggesting rogue government factions or private military contractors, but right now, it's all just speculation. Whoever did this doesn't want to be found."

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**Fox News**:

On Fox News, the tone was more alarmist. The anchor was nearly shouting as he spoke.

"This is an outrage!" he exclaimed. "Our very government has been infiltrated by Hydra! These traitors have been pulling the strings from the shadows, and now we're expected to believe that this information just fell into our laps? Who's behind this? Why aren't they coming forward?"

His guest, a former senator, nodded in agreement. "This is a dangerous precedent. If a group can take down Hydra and expose this much information, what's to stop them from targeting anyone else? We're talking about an unseen hand with unchecked power. It's terrifying."

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As the news spread, so did the outrage. Across the globe, protests erupted in major cities. In New York, thousands of people gathered in Times Square, demanding justice. In Washington, D.C., Pennsylvania Avenue was packed with demonstrators chanting against corruption.

Signs in the crowds read *NO MORE SECRETS* and *JUSTICE FOR THE PEOPLE*. The anger was palpable, and the fear of the unknown was growing.

But while the public was furious at Hydra, there was also an undercurrent of unease. Whoever had exposed Hydra was operating in the shadows, and their motives were unclear. The fact that they had exposed Hydra was seen as a necessary evil, but the power they wielded was unsettling to many.

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Behind closed doors of a meeting room, U.S. politicians were panicking. Many of them had ties to Hydra, whether they knew it or not, and now their careers—and lives—were at risk.

The ones who destroyed the bases and people of hydra also left some details connecting them to the hydra.

While they are not the active members, some supported them financial and in political aspects.

In a secure room, Senator Stern, a high-ranking senator paced back and forth. "This is a disaster! If we don't do something about this, they're going to turn their sights on us next!"

"But what can we do?" another politician replied, his voice trembling. "They've already taken out Hydra. They're too powerful! Most of the Hydra bases were wiped out overnight, with almost no evidence left behind. This was an operation on a scale we've never seen before."

"We need to figure out who's behind this," the senator snapped. "We need to regain control of the narrative before it spirals even further out of our hands."

"What about the Crescent Pack, are they behind it?" One politician asked thoughtfully.

The room went silent for a few seconds, most of them had suspected this but choose to ignore them.

They originally wanted to have the Crescent Pack as their dogs but now they realised the pack is of wolfs.

A congressman in the room added, "Whoever did this, We need to be careful. Right now, everyone's looking for answers, and if we're not careful, they'll start pointing fingers at us. We need to distance ourselves from Hydra as much as possible."

"But how?" the senator asked. "The public isn't going to buy that we were all in the dark. We need a scapegoat, and we need it now."

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**Back on CNN**:

The panel was wrapping up their discussion.

"It's clear that the world is changing," the political analyst concluded. "The old power structures are crumbling, and new ones are rising. Whether those behind this leak are a force for good or another shadowy organization with its own agenda remains to be seen. But one thing is certain—nothing will ever be the same."

The screen faded to black as the anchor signed off, leaving viewers with a sense of unease and anticipation. The world was watching, waiting to see what would happen next.

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**Inside Natasha's apartment**

Natasha sat on the couch, barely registering the hum of the television. The news was still dominated by the fallout from the Hydra leaks, but her mind was elsewhere. Logan's words replayed in her head, and she was nervous about the impending meeting with Yelena.

The last time they had seen each other, they had parted on uneasy terms, both trying to escape their pasts in different ways. Now, everything was coming full circle, and Natasha wasn't sure what to expect.

A sharp knock on the door pulled Natasha out of her thoughts. She stood up, taking a deep breath before opening the door.

There stood Yelena, her expression unreadable. She looked different—older, harder—but there was something familiar in her eyes.

"Yelena," Natasha said, her voice a mixture of relief and anxiety.

"Natasha," Yelena replied, her tone cool but not unfriendly.

For a moment, they simply looked at each other, both unsure of how to bridge the gap that had grown between them. Then, in a rare moment of vulnerability, Natasha stepped forward and pulled Yelena into a hug.

Yelena hesitated for a fraction of a second before returning the embrace, squeezing Natasha tightly. "It's been a long time."

"Too long," Natasha agreed as they pulled apart. "Come in."

Once inside, Yelena took a seat on the couch, her eyes scanning the room briefly before settling on Natasha. An awkward silence hung between them before Yelena finally spoke.

"So.... How are you doing?" Nat asks yelena.

"Good... So far, anyway let's cut this drama and get to the point." Natasha didn't know how to react to that.

"Natasha, there's a lot you need to know. Dreykov… he survived the explosion."

Natasha's eyes widened in shock. " But I thought I…"

"You thought you killed him," Yelena finished, nodding. "Many would think so. But Dreykov is like a cockroach. He is rebuilting the Red Room, he wants to make it stronger."

The Red Room had been a nightmare she thought she had ended. Now, the thought of it being even more powerful was almost too much to bear.

"But how?" Natasha asked, "How did he survive? And how did he manage to rebuild everything?"

"He had contingencies," Yelena explained. "After the explosion, he went underground, using the resources he had hidden away to rebuild. The Red Room is more secretive and more dangerous than before. He's continued his experiments, his brainwashing… everything."

Yelena reached into her bag and pulled out a small vial containing a red gas. "This is the Red Dust. It's a counteragent to Dreykov's mind control. It's how we've been able to break free, how we're planning to help others."

Natasha stared at the vial, her mind racing. "And you've used this?"

"Yes," Yelena said, her voice tinged with bitterness. "Logan found me when I was still under Dreykov's control. He saved me."

Natasha's heart ached as she listened. "Logan saved you?"

Yelena nodded. "He tracked me down, used the Red Dust to free me. His pack has been working in the shadows, gathering more info on Red Room. And he's been helping us, along with our mother, Melena. We've been keeping a close eye on Dreykov, waiting for the right moment to strike."

Natasha's emotions were a tangled mess. She felt a deep sense of guilt and frustration that so much had been hidden from her. But there was also a fierce determination burning within her—a resolve to see Dreykov and the Red Room destroyed once and for all.

"We'll destroy it," Natasha said firmly. "We'll finish what we started."

"I knew you say that, I've already informed mom, she along with some former widows who now joined the pack will come with us, we'll destroy it, Together."

Even though Logan said he'll help her when he came back, she wanted to do this with her hands.

She is stop Dreykov, whatever it takes.

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While the world outside was engulfed in chaos and uncertainty, Logan and Kara found solace on the sun-kissed sands of Malibu Beach. Known for its breathtaking views and tranquil waters, this famous stretch of coastline in California was the perfect escape from the whirlwind of events they had set in motion.

The beach was busy with locals and tourists alike, but Logan and Kara had found a good spot there and Kara used her mystic arts to isolate a portion of beach to themselves.

Kara, with her striking blue eyes and flowing black hair, wore a bikini that complemented her athletic figure.

She reclined on a towel, the warmth of the sun soaking into her skin as she relaxed in the serene environment.

Logan, dressed in simple black pants, sat near her, his gaze fixed on the horizon where the sky met the ocean.

Logan then turned to look at Kara, a grin spreading across his face as he admired her. "You know, you're making it really hard to keep my eyes on the ocean," he teased, his voice carrying a playful tone.

Kara looked up at him, a smirk playing on her lips. "Is that so, Uncle wolf? I thought you were supposed to be enjoying the view," she replied, her tone equally teasing.

Logan leaning back on his elbows as he gazed at her. "I am enjoying the view," he said, his eyes not leaving hers. "Just a different one."

Kara laughed softly, reaching over to playfully ruffle his hair. "You're impossible, you know that?"

"Only for you," Logan shot back with a wink.

They continued to flirt, the light-hearted banter flowing easily between them. It was as if the rest of the world had ceased to exist, leaving them in their own little bubble of happiness.