S.H.I.E.L.D. was bound to collapse completely; there was no doubting that. If Malik and the Eredar Twins were right, and S.H.I.E.L.D. had been thoroughly infiltrated and replaced by Hydra, then destroying Hydra would naturally mean S.H.I.E.L.D. went down with it.
Even if some people survived afterward, what use would that be?
Countries around the world had granted S.H.I.E.L.D. extensive authority and paid vast sums every year because they wanted it to safeguard the world. But what had it brought them? The revival of the most evil organization in history, along with a massacre targeting 10% of the world's population. Once the truth came out, the nations of the world would probably want to tear them apart with their bare hands.
Elizabeth even maliciously thought that Nick Fury had better died in this morning's assassination attempt. At least then he could receive a grand funeral, and the US government might even drape an American flag over his coffin.
Otherwise, there would definitely be a place for him in the defendant's seat at the Hague International Court. Gross dereliction of duty, abuse of office, harboring and abetting a terrorist organization, endangering public safety—he could very well be sentenced to hanging for those charges alone.
But then again, you people were really going too far. S.H.I.E.L.D., or rather Hydra, certainly deserved to die, but they had not yet gone to meet their maker or become ancient history. They were still standing perfectly fine over there.
Yet here you were, casually arranging their funerals. That would have been one thing, but you were even seriously discussing how to divide up their inheritance. If Hydra's higher-ups found out, they would probably be angered to death on the spot.
"How should I put this? Your idea is really... fanciful." Elizabeth tilted her head and smiled. "Taking