The Quinjet streaked across the sky as two F-35 fighters accelerated in from both sides, looking like escorts.
But Nick Fury, who was flying the plane, had already shut off the comms channel and rubbed his face.
Nothing else had happened. He had become Hydra.
Pierce had dug up a pile of evidence about Hydra in his safe house and promptly reported it to the Pentagon.
The Department of Defense's emergency meeting was now aimed at crushing him.
"Man, ever thought about changing your skin color? You really can't keep going like this. Listen to me, if you're going to go white, do it properly. Go all the way."
Standing behind him, Miao Mu bit down on the straw of a milk carton and grinned as he drove another knife into Nick Fury's scarred heart.
"Has it ever occurred to you that they picked you to be director specifically so you could take the fall? Maybe they call you a slave behind your back. Want to pick cotton? I've got fried chicken too."
"I've got the lives of everyone on this plane in my hands. Aren't you worried I'll recreate the 211 Incident if you keep talking like that?"
Nick Fury's face darkened as he lowered the aircraft, searching for a suitable Gemini Tower to use as a counter-threat.
"Go ahead and crash it. If anyone on this plane ends up dead, it'll only be you. I can skydive from high altitude without a parachute."
"..."
Nick Fury frowned in agony as the aircraft's comms channel once again crackled with a warning from the two F-35 fighters.
"Director Nick Fury, please cease resistance, proceed to the nearest airfield, and begin your descent. This is your final warning!"
Miao Mu picked up the radio. "Hello, we're planning to recreate the 211