The agonized screams of Lyudmila and the Headmistress echoed through the cold, steel walls of the Red Room's underground facility. Their bodies convulsed violently as the experimental serum overloaded their systems, cells breaking down at a molecular level. Flesh bubbled, twisted, and liquefied into a grotesque sludge, the last remnants of their existence vanishing into the very hell they had built.
Tony stood over their remains, unfazed. "Huh. Guess that formula wasn't quite perfected, after all," he muttered. He turned to face the freed Widows, who were watching in silence. Some looked disgusted, others relieved. But there was no pity.
Natasha's voice crackled through his comms. "Tony, we need to move. The longer we stay here, the higher the chances of someone catching on."
Tony nodded. "Agreed. You got somewhere off the grid where you can hide them till I finish the job?"
There was a pause. Then Natasha responded, "Yeah. I have a safehouse in the mountains. No digital footprint, no records, nothing. It's secure."
"Perfect." Tony turned to the Widows. "Alright, ladies. Field trip time."
With the base now fully under his control, Tony led the group to the hangar, where a fully operational carrier plane sat waiting. He ran a quick systems check—engines, fuel, flight path. Everything was good to go.
As the Widows boarded, Tony issued silent commands to his nanite drones. A pair of invisible sentries detached from his suit, slipping onto the plane unnoticed. Their directive was simple—monitor the Widows, ensure their safety, and eliminate any external threats.
Once all were inside, he tapped on his gauntlet. "You're clear for takeoff. Hermes, override base controls, open the hangar doors."
"Affirmative, sir," the AI confirmed.
The massive steel doors groaned open, revealing the vast stretch of the Siberian night sky. The engines roared to life, and moments later, the plane was airborne, disappearing into the darkness.
Tony exhaled, watching as the craft faded from his HUD's tracking range. "Hermes, maintain a secure link with the drones inside that plane. I want real-time updates."
"Understood, sir."
Satisfied, Tony turned toward the remaining map of Red Room facilities displayed on his wrist interface. One down. Five more to go.
He flexed his fingers, nanites shifting over his suit. "Alright," he muttered, cracking his neck. "Next target."
With a surge of repulsor energy, he took off into the sky, disappearing into the cold night, heading toward his next mission.
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The frigid winds of Siberia howled around him as Tony hovered above the next Red Room installation. His HUD mapped out the facility below, a sprawling underground bunker hidden beneath the ice, marked only by a handful of disguised entry points.
His scans confirmed it—no Widows. Just another hub for Red Room logistics, supply chains, and intelligence storage.
'Good. That makes things simple.'
Tony flexed his fingers, the nanites in his suit shifting seamlessly as he tapped into the facility's security network. Firewalls? Child's play. Encryption? Not even a challenge.
Within seconds, the entire base was under his control. Cameras, turrets, automated defenses—they were all his to command.
"Hermes, initiate lockdown sequence," he murmured.
"Lockdown in progress," the AI confirmed. "All exits are now sealed. Internal communication has been cut off."
Below, Red Room operatives were beginning to panic. Doors refused to open. The ventilation system shut down. Emergency override codes failed. Their entire base had become a steel coffin.
Tony smirked. "Alright, boys. Let's light this candle."
With a single command, he activated the base's self-destruct system.
T-minus 60 seconds.
From the sky, Tony watched as the countdown played out in his HUD. The agents scrambled, banging on doors, trying to escape. But there was no way out. They were rats in a burning maze.
10… 9… 8…
A Red Room officer screamed orders at his men, but it was useless.
3… 2… 1…
BOOM!
A massive explosion ripped through the icy wasteland, sending shockwaves across the tundra. The ground trembled as fire and debris erupted into the air, swallowing the facility in a towering inferno.
Tony hovered above, arms crossed, watching as the flames consumed everything.
"No more ghosts," he muttered, before turning toward his next target.
[New York – Abandoned Docks]
The Red Room had always been careful. Their New York operation had been hidden for years, tucked away in the shadows of the abandoned dockyards. On paper, it was nothing but a forgotten warehouse—a relic of the past.
But Tony knew better.
He landed silently on the rooftop, his sensors already scanning the area.
No Widows detected.
Just like Siberia, this was a logistical hub, a place for moving weapons, intel, and personnel under the radar. A dead-end for human trafficking and black-market deals, all disguised as an empty lot.
Tony's fingers danced across his wrist console, hacking into the facility's systems. Within moments, he was inside their network, sifting through classified data, tracking every financial transaction, every encrypted message.
Names flashed across his screen. Bank accounts. High-ranking officials connected to the Red Room.
He smirked. 'Gotcha.'
"Hermes, copy all relevant intel and forward it to Elena," he ordered. "Then initiate lockdown and self-destruct."
"Confirmed, sir."
The same scene played out as before. Panic spread through the ranks of the unsuspecting agents below. Doors sealed shut. Communications failed.
T-minus 60 seconds.
Tony watched the chaos unfold from the sky.
BOOM!
The explosion tore through the dockyard, sending shockwaves across the harbor. Flames engulfed the abandoned buildings, reflecting off the water like hellfire.
Tony didn't look back.
Two down.
[Meanwhile]
Deep within Tony's lab, Elena, his secondary AI, was already working ahead of him.
Her target? Three Red Room dummy sub-bases scattered across the globe.
Moscow – A disguised embassy office in the heart of the city.
Cairo – An underground intelligence hub hidden beneath a luxury hotel.
Hong Kong – A high-tech research facility specializing in biochemical warfare.
Elena's attack was silent. Deadly. Untraceable.
She easily bypassed their security networks, infiltrating their servers. Within seconds, their systems turned against them.
Moscow – The security doors locked, trapping the agents inside. The temperature dropped below freezing as Elena manipulated the temperature control systems, leaving them to freeze in their own tomb.
Cairo – The ventilation system flooded with a colorless neurotoxin, the same kind they had used on innocent test subjects. The agents dropped, choking on their own crimes.
Hong Kong – The automated defense turrets, once programmed to protect, now turned on their masters. Gunfire echoed through the facility as the AI-controlled weapons exterminated every last agent.
Within ten minutes, all three sub-bases were eliminated.
The Red Room was collapsing.
Tony stretched his arms.
"Elena, status report?"
"All three sub-bases have been neutralized," Elena's voice responded smoothly. "Surviving data has been extracted and archived."
"Good girl."
"Sir," Hermes interrupted. "With these bases destroyed, the Red Room's operational network has suffered an 80% collapse. Only the main base remains."
Tony exhaled, rolling his shoulders.
"Time to finish this."
[Ural Mountains]
The icy winds howled as Tony Stark soared toward the last standing stronghold of the Red Room. This was it. The heart of the organization. The place where the real decisions were made. The bastards who sat comfortably in their hidden fortress while others did their dirty work.
His HUD flickered, displaying the underground network beneath the mountain range. The base was massive—easily the size of a small military compound. And it was heavily reinforced. Unlike the other bases, this one had layered defenses, designed to withstand full-scale assaults.
Not that it would help.
"Hermes, give me a full breakdown," Tony muttered, adjusting the repulsors in his boots.
"Scanning now," Hermes replied. "The facility has reinforced titanium walls, electromagnetic shielding, and anti-air defenses spread across the perimeter. Surface-level security consists of twenty-four automated turrets, eight drone sentries, and seventy-five ground operatives on patrol. Internal forces include over two hundred Red Room personnel and approximately fifty high-ranking officials."
"And the Widows?"
Hermes paused for half a second. "Unknown. My scans detect at least thirty active Widow signals at the base. According to the data. Many are currently off-site, deployed on missions across the world. Exact number- Unknown. There are no records."
Tony clenched his jaw. That was the biggest problem. Even if he wiped out this base, the Widows still out there were effectively ghosts. Agents hiding in plain sight, woven into the very fabric of society. Some were embedded within governments, others working as assassins-for-hire, unaware that their so-called loyalty was nothing but chemical programming.
That's why he needed the leaders alive.
They had the names. The locations. The failsafe protocols.
And if they refuse to answer, well... There was Natasha and the other Widows. They must have information on the other Widows.
'Well, time to fuck them up.'
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AN: Yeah, I know, only hacking doesn't sound fun. So, for the next chapter, I planned 2 big fights. It will be fun.
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