Pick up your ear. I said, pick up your ear!
On a distant rooftop, Hermione watched Pierce bend down to pick up his severed ear, and a voice suddenly flashed through her mind.
Memories of her previous life had suddenly begun attacking her.
After being attacked tonight, Hermione had to do something. Otherwise, she would fail to deter them, and they would only grow bolder and send more people.
After this, Hydra would probably have to behave themselves until they found a way to counter wizards, not daring to trouble her again.
Even if she still had a use for Hydra and had no plans to do anything to them yet, they had walked all over her. It would hardly do not to return the favor.
That was why she had paid them a visit tonight.
Being able to kill everyone they sent was not what frightened them. Being able to pinpoint their leader was.
In any organization, the leaders were worth more than the rank and file, and they feared death more, too.
The next day.
At the Triskelion, Nick Fury met with Pierce.
Although they normally worked in the same building, their offices were on different floors.
Fury was busy and rarely went to see him.
"What brings you here?" Pierce asked with a smile when Fury arrived.
Glancing at the gauze wrapped around his ear, Fury said bluntly, "I heard you were injured last night. I came to check on you."
Pierce feigned nonchalance. "Nothing serious. I tripped at home last night and cut myself. It's been bandaged up, so it's fine now."
At that, he turned away, his expression darkening slightly.
After Hermione sliced off his ear yesterday, he had indeed gone straight to the hospital to have it reattached.
Yet no matter how hard