February 3, 1945.
Allies temporary interrogation room.
Under the glaring incandescent light, Dr. Zola's short, stout body sank into the chair, facing a circle of solemn-looking generals and agents.
"I won't say anything."
He slowly adjusted his posture.
"You will soon become dust in history, while Hydra will gain immortality."
"You damned Nazis!"
A hot-tempered general slammed his hand on the table, making the water glass vibrate loudly.
Dr. Zola simply shrugged upon hearing this.
That arrogant and fearless attitude was infuriating.
Just then...
"Smack!"
The heavy iron door to the interrogation room was kicked open from the outside, the sound startling everyone.
The Soldier Boy sauntered in, carrying a half-empty bottle of whiskey.
He swept his defiant eyes over everyone in the room.
Finally, their gaze fell upon Dr. Zola.
"I heard there's a mouse here that won't open its mouth?"
He walked straight up to Zola.
Ignoring the generals' astonishment, he grabbed him by the collar.
He was lifted off the chair as if he were a chick.
Zola's legs thrashed helplessly in the air.
"I... I'm warning you, I'm an important prisoner of war, you can't..."
Zola's voice began to tremble.
The Soldier Boy didn't say anything.
He simply pinched Zola's left index finger with his other hand.
"Snap!"
A sound of bone cracking echoed in the interrogation room.
"Ah--!!!"
Tell me, where is Red Skull?
The Soldier Boy's voice was calm, a calmness that was chilling.
"I... I don't know!"
Zola was in tears.
The Soldier Boy raised an eyebrow.
He was somewhat surprised by the answer.
"Snap!"
The second finger, the middle finger, is bent at an odd angle.
I'll talk! I'll talk!
Zola completely collapsed; the defenses crumbled in the face of violence.
"In the Alps! That was the Führer's last base! His last fortress!"
The Soldier Boy casually tossed Zola to the ground, as if discarding a used rag.
He picked up the whiskey, tilted his head back, took a big gulp, and turned to leave.
As he passed the general who had slammed his fist on the table, he lightly tapped the man's shoulder with his wine bottle.
"Waste."
He muttered disdainfully to himself and disappeared through the door without looking back.
The order for the decisive battle was formally issued after deliberation.
The objective: Hydra's last stronghold.
Codenamed " Eagle's Nest ".
The top floor of the Vought Tower, New York.
Motoko Kusanagi appeared silently beside Lynn.
"Boss, all the pieces are in place."
" Soldier Boy and Human Torch have arrived on the outskirts of the Alps and are ready to launch an attack at any time. Their mission is to create the largest possible riot."
" Catwoman has infiltrated the base's sewage system; Professor Pyg's planned route allows her to bypass 98% of physical defenses."
He will crack the biometric system for her in real time.
Captain America will lead the Howling Commandos alone to break through from the front.
Everything was proceeding according to the track laid out by Lynn.
"Signal them."
"Tell Soldier Boy and Human Torch, I'm going to let the whole Alps hear their voices."
"But their primary mission is to ensure Red Skull can successfully board the Valkyrie bomber. And... Captain America is the only one who can catch up with that plane."
Tell Selena she only has thirty minutes.
"When the base's self-destruct sequence is triggered, I need her to evacuate along the predetermined route with all of Hydra's research data on the Tesseract. Not a single piece can be missing."
Lynn turned around and her gaze fell on a newly printed document on her desk.
The document is titled " Captain America: A Monument to Eternity " Commemorative Project Planning Proposal.
"Yes, boss."
Deep in the Alps.
The deafening explosions heralded the start of the final battle.
The Soldier Boy fell from the sky like a human-shaped meteorite.
It smashed through the outer defenses of the Hydra Base.
The Human Torch transformed into a burning streak of light, pouring Flame across the sky and melting anti-aircraft gun emplacements into molten iron.
Taking advantage of this cataclysmic chaos.
The captain and the Howling Commandos stormed into the base through a secret passage torn open by artillery fire.
His eyes showed no hesitation, only the burning Flame of revenge.
In the deepest part of the base's treasure vault.
Catwoman moved like a black ghost among the metal pipes and wires.
"Underneath that floor tile on the left is a high-voltage electric grid; stepping on it will turn you into a human-shaped charcoal. The cracks in the wall on the right contain nerve gas; inhaling it will melt you into ecstasy..."
The Professor Pyg's voice, tinged with morbid excitement, came from a miniature communicator.
"Shut up, you pervert."
Selena muttered a curse under her breath.
With a light somersault, she landed steadily in the safe zone.
She went to a heavy warehouse door made of Krupp steel and stuck the " Silencer " that Lynn had given her on the door.
"Buzz--"
The complex electronic lock and Soundwave sensing device have been reduced to a pile of scrap metal.
She pulled a thin metal wire from her waist and inserted it into the old mechanical keyhole.
Base hangar.
The engines of the " Valkyrie " bomber had already begun to roar.
The captain finally caught up with them here.
Rogers! We meet again!
John Schmidt, the Red Skull, stood at the aircraft door.
The crimson skull face was filled with madness.
A fateful showdown unfolds within the cramped cabin.
Finally, Steve smashed his shield into Red Skull's face, knocking him to the ground.
But at the last moment, Red Skull grinned and grabbed the Tesseract that he always carried with him.
"Ah--!"
A burst of blue light flashed, and space was torn apart.
Red Skull's body was disintegrated in the torrent of energy and transported to the unknown depths of the universe.
Steve rushed into the cockpit, which had already taken off.
At that moment, he discovered in despair that the plane's course had been locked.
Destination: New York!
The autopilot cannot be disengaged.
It's loaded with enough bombs to wipe the entire Manhattan off the map!
He tried everything but couldn't change course.
He removed his hood and gazed at the clouds before him.
He finally picked up the radio and pressed the call button.
" Peggy, can you hear me?"
His voice trembled without him even realizing it.
After a brief hiss, a surprised and eager voice came through.
" Steve? Oh my god! You did it!"
Schmidt is dead.
Steve's voice was very soft.
"But... I might miss our dance."
He looked at the boundless icy sea ahead, a bittersweet smile on his face.
"I have to keep driving it."
Peggy on the other end of the radio understood something, and her voice became sharp and desperate.
" Steve... no... we still have time, we can figure something out..."
"That's... good too."
Steve Rogers' gaze pierced through time and space, landing on the girl who had smiled at him in the tavern.
He resolutely pushed the aircraft's control stick forward.
"Buzz--"
The black bomber, like a giant beast with broken wings, plunged headlong into the all-consuming icy sea with a piercing scream.
All that remained on the radio was Peggy Carter's heart-wrenching cries and an Eternity... buzzing sound.