Hydra's Valkyrie Wings, aboard the Valkyrie.
Schmidt stared at the bombers' markers turning red and disappearing from the radar screen. In a fit of rage, he smashed the control console, sending arcs of electricity crackling everywhere.
Steve glanced out the window, reassured, and strode toward the Red Skull.
"Don't move!"
Johann Schmidt pulled a small energy weapon from inside his coat and aimed it at the "Captain America" who had nearly ruined everything he had worked for.
Steve smiled disdainfully. The Red Skull was no threat in a fight.
"Why would someone like you serve mere mortals? Why not take control of your own destiny?"
Schmidt roared in fury, clenching his fists and stamping his feet.
"You think you've taken control of your destiny looking like that? Schmidt, you're nothing but a monster warped by ambition."
Steve shook his head slightly. Even a man like his teacher had never entertained the notion that he stood above everyone else. And yet this opportunist had the gall to portray himself that way.
Boom!
Schmidt finally gritted his teeth. He didn't shoot at Steve, but at the energy platform holding the Tesseract beside him.
Only by killing Captain America would he have a chance to survive.
A torrent of icy blue energy swept through the cabin like a tidal wave. Steve crouched and shielded himself with his shield.
The Adamantium Shield held back the Tesseract's rampaging energy. With a frenzied look in his eyes, Schmidt stared at the exposed Tesseract, crawled toward it, and reached out to grab it.
"This is the power of the gods! This is my Cosmic Cube!"
"Gaaah!"
Schmidt screamed in agony as the hand clutching the Cube was stripped away layer by layer: glove, skin, muscle, bone. The Cube's power traveled up his arm, gradually spreading through his