…
Clang!
The elevator reached the lowest subterranean level—hundreds of meters beneath the surface.
Before Leon stood three colossal, skeletal structures: unfinished Helicarriers, their massive frames exposed like the ribs of steel titans.
Even incomplete, they were awe-inspiring.
"These," Nick Fury said with unmistakable pride, "are Project Insight."
"Next-generation Helicarriers—three generations ahead of conventional military aviation technology. Fully integrated with precision-strike satellite networks."
"Once airborne, they'll never need to land again. The new engines allow sustained suborbital flight."
"I showed Tony the old turbine schematics once. He redesigned the propulsion system in a single afternoon."
Fury smirked faintly.
"Your brother is a genuine genius."
"If he were here in person to hear that, he'd be even more pleased," Leon replied with a smile. Then he gestured toward the three massive vessels.
"How exactly do they operate?"
"Not it," Fury corrected. "They."
"I intend to equip the three sisters with long-range precision weapons. They'll be capable of eliminating thousands of targets per minute."
"For most terrorists, you wouldn't even need to show up. Satellites analyze their DNA, identify threats in advance, and the Helicarriers execute surgical strikes."
"We'll eliminate threats before they're ever born."
Leon tilted his head slightly.
"From a humanitarian perspective—shouldn't punishment follow wrongdoing?"
Fury gave a knowing smile.
"That's the public-facing narrative."
"We can't afford to wait until someone commits the act. By then, it's already too late."
He turned his gaze toward Leon, eyes sharp.
"Isn't that exactly how our Captain Homelander prefers to fight crime?"
Leon laughed softly.
"Oh, Fury… my friend. You know far too much."
He patted Fury's shoulder.
For a fleeting moment, Fury felt something unsettling—like being coiled by a serpent.
Some truths were better left unspoken.
"Remember what you just said," Leon added calmly.
"Which part?"
"All of it."
Leon's smile was faint. Meaningful.
"Of course," Fury replied without hesitation.
He had no idea he'd just signed a death warrant for certain "friends"—with his own words.
…
Fury continued outlining Project Insight's operational architecture, contingencies, and future strategic deployment. Leon listened casually; his primary objective for visiting had already been achieved.
While Fury talked, Leon silently performed a system check-in on each Helicarrier.
Reward obtained:
Three hyper-realistic miniature Helicarrier models.
He was disappointed.
Time passed quickly. Midnight came and went.
Fury, perhaps unused to such open conversation, spoke for hours—careful not to feed Leon misinformation.
Eventually—
"Alright, that's enough," Leon interrupted.
He had plans tonight.
"By the way—does S.H.I.E.L.D. have any nuclear warheads? I'll take two."
Fury blinked.
"…What?"
"Nuclear warheads."
Leon paused.
"Fine. Ten."
"Do you think they're party poppers at a roadside stall?!"
"Twenty."
"Okay. Okay!" Fury raised both hands quickly before the number escalated further. He knew Leon's temperament.
Minutes later, Fury personally escorted Leon to an external S.H.I.E.L.D. weapons depot.
Twenty nuclear warheads were loaded into a reinforced cargo crate.
Fury stared as Leon lifted the entire container with one hand.
"You're not actually going to throw them around like firecrackers… are you?"
Leon grinned.
"You guessed right."
"No prize, though."
His Bio-Field enveloped the crate as he shot skyward.
"Madman," Fury muttered, already planning how to justify this to the World Security Council.
Still—Captain Homelander enjoyed immense public support.
And frankly—
If Leon wanted nukes, he could manufacture them himself.
Asking was courtesy.
…
High above S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters, Leon tossed the crate upward—then darted into an office window with precise intent.
A startled gasp followed.
Moments later, Leon burst back out of the building carrying Maria Hill in a bridal hold—she wearing only a minimal two-piece set, having been interrupted mid-change.
He caught the descending crate effortlessly and accelerated toward the Pacific Ocean.
…
Soon.
International waters.
The Pacific stretched endlessly beneath them.
The sky shimmered with stars, reflected across the dark surface like an infinite cosmic curtain.
Sea and sky blended into a boundless expanse.
For a long moment, both of them felt impossibly small against the universe.
Finally, Hill came back to herself and lightly slapped Leon's chest.
"Did you have to rush me like that?" she said dryly. "I hadn't even finished getting dressed."
She had just taken off her uniform when Leon stormed in like a charging bull and abducted her.
The timing was suspiciously precise.
Leon smiled innocently.
"Tell me something, darling."
"Are you cold?"
His gaze—soft, dangerously sincere—met hers.
Hill hesitated… then shook her head.
And kissed him.
Two and a half minutes later—
"Wait—wait!"
Leon caught her wandering hand.
"We still have something important to do."
"What?" Hill asked, slightly breathless, eyes hazy.
"The fireworks."
Leon grinned.
"I promised you the most unique fireworks show in the world."
He opened the crate.
In a blur of motion, twenty nuclear warheads were hurled outward simultaneously—surrounding them in a perfect spherical formation at controlled distance.
Leon formed a golden sphere of condensed energy in his palm.
He crushed it.
Radiant golden streams burst from between his fingers—linking the warheads in a luminous energy lattice centered on him and Hill.
The warheads began to vibrate.
Hum.
Then Leon snapped his fingers.
"It's showtime."
BOOM!!!!! ×20
Twenty nuclear detonations erupted simultaneously.
Blinding light swallowed the horizon.
But the lethal radiation, thermal surge, and destructive shockwaves were all absorbed in real-time by Leon's combined powers—Soldier Boy's Living Reactor Physiology, Starlight's energy absorption, and his Vibranium-enhanced Bio-Field.
Hill stood unharmed.
Front-row.
At the center of twenty nuclear suns.
She witnessed firsthand the supreme terror—and breathtaking beauty—of nuclear fire.
[System Prompt: Perform today's Daily Check-In?]
"Do it."
[Daily Check-In complete.]
[Congratulations. Reward obtained: Godzilla Template Fragment ×2.]
Leon's smile widened slightly.
Two fragments.
The night's fireworks had been worth it.
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