[Zheleznogorsk, Russia, Nuclear Power Plant, Night]
The plant had been decommissioned on paper for years.
In reality it humd with a different kind of life entirely.
The exterior looked exactly like what it was supposed to look like: a decaying Soviet-era facility slowly losing its argunt with rust and weather, the kind of place that utility companies filed maintenance reports about and nobody ever actually visited.
The surrounding forest had grown close to the periter fencing, indifferent to the warning signs. The roads leading to it were in poor condition and the poor condition was deliberate.
Inside, the corridors were lit and warm and busy.
Skrulls moved through the interior in human forms, wearing the faces and clothes of ordinary people with the practiced comfort of a community that had been doing this long enough that the performance had beco second nature.
So of them had stopped performing altogether in the deeper sections of the plant, moving through the internal spaces in their natural forms, green-skinned and ridge-featured, going about the ordinary business of a community trying to hold itself together under difficult circumstances.
Children chased each other through the wider corridors, their laughter echoing off concrete walls. Adults worked at stations that had no equivalent in any human facility, monitoring equipnt that tracked signals from half a dozen different satellites and maintained the feeds from dozens of active infiltration operations simultaneously.
It looked, in many ways, like a functioning society.
In the basent, two glass containnt units sat side by side in a room that nobody visited except to check the gas levels.
The gas was a sedation compound, slow and reliable, fed into each unit through a sealed line to keep the occupants unconscious and keep them that way indefinitely. It had been doing its job for months.
The man in the left unit was broad-shouldered, dark-skinned, with a leather eyepatch pushed up slightly by the angle of his unconscious head. Nick Fury. Director of SHIELD. Currently breathing slowly and dreaming nothing.
The Skrull in the right unit was Talos, forr General, forr leader of the Skrull refugees, currently in the sa condition as Fury and for roughly the sa reasons.
Two Skrull technicians ca through the basent door, checked the readouts on the containnt units with brief professional attention, noted that everything was functioning within normal paraters, and left.
The room returned to silence.
Then an orange portal tore open in the middle of it, and Anna Marie Carter stepped through.
She was dragging sothing behind her.
The sothing was Gravik, and he looked like he had recently lost an argunt with several walls, possibly at high speed.
He was bleeding from more locations than was strictly comfortable to observe, his natural green skin mottled with bruising and torn in several places that the Skrull physiology had not yet had ti to close.
He was conscious, barely, which Anna had arranged deliberately, because she had wanted him to be awake for the conversation they were about to have.
She let him drop to the floor in front of the containnt units, straightened her jacket with one hand, and looked around the room.
Her eyes found Fury first, then Talos, and the picture that had been assembling in her mind since she had first started pulling threads on this operation clicked fully into place.
She crouched down and pressed two fingers to Gravik’s temple.
The mories ca in a rush.
She had absorbed enough people over the years that the experience of receiving soone else’s entire history in a few seconds no longer felt overwhelming. She moved through it with calm efficiency, pulling out what she needed and building the full picture from the pieces.
Fury and Carol Danvers. A promise made to a displaced alien people in the aftermath of the destruction of their world.
A new ho, sowhere in the universe, to replace what the Kree had taken from them. In the anti, they would work for SHIELD, use the Skrull ability to shapeshift, gather intelligence, be the spies that Fury could not officially have.
But even after a decade of service, a decade spent wearing other people’s faces and feeding information to a man who simply filed it away and kept asking for more, the planet they had been promised had never materialized.
Carol Danvers had gone back to space, absorbed in her self-appointed mission as the universe’s enforcent chanism, and the Skrull refugee problem had gradually moved from urgent to background and from background to quietly filed and from quietly filed to sothing that neither Fury nor Danvers appeared to think about very often.
From the mories, Anna could see that Fury had tried. The efforts had been genuine but insufficient, underprioritised against everything else that was always happening, always on fire, always demanding his imdiate attention.
He had not abandoned them deliberately. He had simply failed to make them a priority for long enough that the failure beca indistinguishable from abandonnt from where they were standing.
Gravik had been young when the promise was made. He had watched his people work and wait and work and wait, and he had watched Talos counsel patience with the particular patience of a leader who had run out of options other than patience, and eventually sothing in him had decided that waiting was another word for dying slowly and that he was finished with it.
He had led the rebellion. He had removed Talos from power and locked him away in a glass prison. He had replaced Fury with himself just before Fury departed for a secret project called S.A.B.E.R., taking not only his face but also his mories through a machine designed to transfer mories to Skrulls.
He had built the device that granted his people powers comparable to those of the enhanced humans they had spent years observing.
And in the end, he had co to a simple conclusion: if the universe refused to give them a ho, they would take one for themselves.
Specifically, the one they were currently living on.
Anna stood up and looked at Gravik, who had managed to pull himself into a seated position against the wall.
He watched her cautiously, like a man who had already been hit far too hard and was trying to determine whether another beating was about to follow.
"I have to say, Gravik," Anna said, "you did a real number on your forr leader."
She glanced at Talos’s container, then back at Gravik. "I do get it. Working for soone for ten years without seeing any progress on the thing they promised you, that turns even the most patient person into soone who is done being patient."
She tilted her head slightly. "Back ho we’d call that grounds for quitting. Usually involves a strongly worded resignation letter and maybe throwing a stapler. Knocking out your boss and replacing him with one of your own people is a bit further down the scale, but the underlying frustration?"
She raised her eyebrows. "Completely understandable."
Gravik’s expression moved through several things quickly. The wariness was still there. So was sothing bitter and exhausted underneath it.
He pressed the red button on the panel beside him.
The alarms ca on imdiately, a low, pulsing tone that moved through the entire facility, and Anna heard the sound of movent beginning in the corridors above, the organised response of a community that had been preparing for external threats.
Gravik straightened against the wall and looked at her with sothing that had hardened past bitterness into sothing more deliberate.
"I know who you are, Anna Marie Carter," he said. "One touch and you got everything. All of it."
His voice was steady despite the state he was in. "But rember this. I won’t go down alone. I will take you with if I have to. Skrulls are not easy to kill."
Anna looked at him for a mont. Then she sighed, and the sigh was not dismissive. It carried genuine weight.
"See, here’s the thing," she said. "From everything I just saw in your head, Fury and Danvers did try to find you a planet. They just failed. Badly, and for a long ti, and without ever telling you they were failing, which is arguably the worst part of it."
She held his gaze. "They owed you honesty if nothing else, and they didn’t give you that either."
Gravik’s expression cracked slightly.
"Then why didn’t they tell us?" His voice ca up, the control slipping, and what was underneath it was not rage exactly but sothing rawer than that, sothing that had been waiting a long ti for this conversation.
"They could have said they couldn’t find anything! They could have told us the search was going nowhere! But no!"
He pushed himself to his feet, ignoring the obvious cost of the movent. "Ten years! Ten years of our people wearing dead n’s faces and feeding him information and running his operations, and he couldn’t even give us the dignity of the truth!"
His eyes moved to Fury’s container and the look on his face was sothing that had started as admiration a very long ti ago and had spent years becoming sothing else entirely.
"I used to admire him," Gravik said, quieter now. "Before I had his mories, I thought he was the kind of man who kept his word. A man who saw the world clearly and did what needed to be done."
He shook his head. "But once I had everything he knew, I understood. He never made us public because he didn’t believe humans were capable of accepting us. He thought your species couldn’t live peacefully with another race when you can barely manage it among yourselves."
The sound of Skrulls moving through the corridors above was getting closer.
Anna looked at the door, then back at Gravik.
"That’s why they say never et your heroes," she said. "When you actually get close to soone you’ve put up on a pedestal, you find out they’re just a person. Flawed, tired, making bad decisions for reasons that seem logical to them and devastating to everyone else."
She paused. "Fury isn’t a monster. He’s just a man who failed people he should have prioritised, and then kept failing them because admitting the failure would have required him to look at it directly."
She saw Gravik’s eyes move to the machine behind her.
The power transfer device. It was large, heavily modified from whatever its original function had been, covered in additional components that had been added over months of work, and even from across the room Anna could see that the integration was incomplete.
Connections that should have been sealed were not. The power routing architecture had instability written into it at the structural level. It was the work of brilliant, desperate engineers operating under ti pressure they had not been able to compensate for.
Gravik moved toward it.
’He knows it’s not ready,’ Anna thought. ’He doesn’t care.’
She watched him position himself at the centre of the device’s intake field and understood the calculation he had made. The situation was already at the point of no return for him. An unstable machine was still a chance. Not using it was not.
"I can’t bla him for that, honestly," she said quietly, mostly to herself.
The Skrulls ca through the door. There were a lot of them, and they were carrying weapons that had started life as standard Earth military hardware and had been modified with alien components over years of careful engineering.
The results were sothing that no Earth weapons manufacturer would recognise but that would absolutely ruin anyone’s day if pointed in their direction.
They fanned out across the room with the practiced coordination of people who had run this scenario in drills.
Anna looked at them and at the weapons.
She looked at their faces, studying the expressions she found there. It was not hostility exactly, but rather the look of people who felt they had been failed by the world for a very long ti and had finally decided they would no longer accept it.
She understood that expression. She had worn sothing like it herself once.
"I genuinely sympathise with all of you," she said, and she ant it.
"What Fury did to your people was wrong. What Danvers did, or rather what she didn’t do, was wrong. You deserved better than ten years of empty promises and comfortable silence."
She let that sit for exactly one second. "But taking this planet? Replacing the people on it with Skrulls and calling it a solution?"
Her eyes moved across the room, eting as many faces as she could reach. "That is not sothing I am going to let happen. This is our ho too. And that line does not move."
Her eyes shifted to yellow, deep and luminous, and the temperature in the room changed in a way that had nothing to do with the building’s systems.
"So," she said, and her voice was almost apologetic, "I’m sorry in advance for what I’m about to do to all of you."
She moved and the Skrulls fired.
The energy blasts ca in overlapping waves, the alien tech cycling fast, and Anna moved through them like she was reading the script of the fight before it happened.
She was a Monarch, which ant she was holding back more than she might have otherwise, because the full output of her current power set at close range in a confined space would not leave anyone in this room in a condition suitable for having further opinions. She needed them alive. She needed them coherent enough to eventually understand that the situation had changed.
So she hit them precisely, hit them hard enough and made sure every person she reached went down clean.
A single strike was enough for each of them. One punch, calibrated to the exact threshold of what a Skrull physiology could absorb before it stopped cooperating.
She moved between them at a pace that made the energy blasts look slow, redirecting the ones she could not dodge, closing distance before the ones tracking her could adjust their aim.
Fourteen seconds.
The room was quiet again, bodies distributed across the floor in the careless arrangent of people who had not chosen how they landed.
Anna straightened and looked around at the result. "Nice eting you all," she said pleasantly.
She moved into the connecting room.
Gravik had activated the machine. He was standing at the intake centre with the unstable power field already cycling around him, the arcs of energy irregular and violent, the readings on every panel in the room screaming in whatever the Skrull equivalent of red was.
His eyes were on her and his jaw was set. "In a minute I’ll be strong enough to face you," he said. "You mutant freak."
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