In his big offi the top floor of Oscorp Tower, Norman Osborn was sitting at his desk, looking at the information from his experiments. He smiled happily while cheg the updates on his new Super Soldier Serum project. His stists had finally stabilized the naegration process, a subjects were surviving lohan ever before. To Osborn, it was a masterpiece—a blend of biogeid cutting-edge teology. Soon, his creation would revolutionize warfare and solidify Oscorp's dominan the defense industry.

  Then, his phone buzzed. It was a notification from his encrypted news feed.

  BREAKING NEWS: BOLIVAR TRASK FESSES TO CRIMES AGAINST MUTANTS AND HUMANITY

  Norman frowned, opening the video. He watched as Bolivar Trask, his long-time colborator, poured out his soul on live television, admitting to crimes and implig both Oscorp and General Ross. Norman's eyes widened as Trask mentioned Oscorp's role in the Sentinel projed the experimental Super Soldier Serum.

  "Damn it, Trask," Norman muttered, his voice low but venomous. "You couldn't keep it together."

  The s darkened as Trask's broadcast ended with a gunshot. For a moment, silence filled the room. Norman's mind raced, calg the fallout. Trask's fession would send SHIELD and every iigative agen the world straight to his doorstep. His operation wasn't just promised; it was on the verge of total colpse.

  Norman's teeth ched tight as he hit the desk with his hand. His assistant walked in, surprised by the loud sound.

  "Sir, are you okay?" she asked carefully.

  "Get everyone in the b on the secure line," Norman barked. "Tell them to initiate Protocol H. I want everything packed and moved out within the hour."

  "Yes, sir." The assistant hurried away.

  Norman rose from his chair, striding toward the massive window overlooking New York City. His refle stared back at him—a man who thrived on ambition and manipution. Now, it seemed, the tables had turned.

  He took the elevator to the Oscorp's restricted boratory levels. When the doors slid open, chaos greeted him. Stists scrambled to pack sensitive equipment into crates. puters were being wiped , and secure files were uploaded to encrypted drives. The hum of maery mixed with frantic voices as the b desded into trolled panic.

  "Status report!" Norman shouted over the noise.

  Dr. Jennings, the lead stist, rushed to his side. "We're clearing everything as fast as we . The test subjects are being prepped for transport, but we need more time."

  "You don't have more time," Norman snapped. "Trask just put a bullseye on all of us. If SHIELD shows up, we're done. Prioritize the serum and the naegration data. Destroy everything else if necessary."

  Dr. Jennings hesitated. "And the test subjects?"

  Norman's eyes narrowed. "Move them to the underground facility. I'll hahe rest. Just make sure they're out of here before SHIELD's dogs sniff us out."

  Dr. Jennings nodded and hurried away. Norman turo the sole, accessing the facility's internal systems. With a few keystrokes, he activated Oscorp's ter-surveilnce protocols. Any attempt to monitor their activities would be met with decoys and digital misdire.

  ...

  At the same time, in a very secure military base in Virginia, General Thaddeus "Thunderbolt" Ross was standing in front of a TV on the wall, watg the same news. He became very angry when Trask fessed everything. All their pns and years of work are now promised.

  Ross grabbed his gun, took it out of its holder, and shot the TV. The gss broke, and little sparks flew as the s turned off. The soldiers in the room flinched but said nothing. They had learned long ago not to question the General's temper.

  "That idiot just blew up our entire operation," Ross growled. He turo his unications officer. "Get me the Pentagon. Now."

  The officer hesitated. "Sir, with all due respect, Trask's fession included mentions of your involvement. The Pentagon might…"

  Ross cut him off. "I don't care what they think. This is a national security matter. If they usible deniability, they'll back me up. Now make the damn call."

  The offiodded and hurried to ply. Ross paced the room, his mind rag. If Trask had forwarded their data to SHIELD, it was only a matter of time befents came knog. He o act quickly to cover his tracks.

  Moments ter, the unications officer handed Ross a secure line.

  "This is General Ross," he barked. "We have a situation. I need clearao initiate Operation Deep ."

  The voi the other eated. "General, the fallout from Trask's fession is signifit. Are you sure this is the best course of a?"

  "Do you want this project to end up in SHIELD's hands?" Ross snapped. "Initiate the operation. Now."

  There was a brief pause before the voice responded. "Uood. Operation Deep is authorized. Good luck, General."

  Ross ehe call and turo his men. "We're log down this base and purging everything. Any trace of the Hulkbuster initiative or the Sentinel proes up in smoke. If anyone so much as breathes a word of this, I'll personally see them court-martialed."

  The soldiers saluted and moved to carry out his orders. Ross stalked toward his office, his anger simmering. He had spent years pursuing the Hulk and building his arsenal. He wouldn't let Trask's failure bring him down.

  ...

  [SHIELD'S BASE]

  SHIELD's respoo Trask's sudden fession ah was swift but filled with fusion and disbelief. Fury had been monit the situation from the moment Trask began his televised fession, and he khis wasn't going to be an ordinary case. The live broadcast had been cut abruptly when Trask shot himself, but the footage of his self-destructive meltdown had already made its rounds.

  Fury's office was filled with agents, all frantically analyzing the footage and scrambling to assess the damage. Reports flooded in of explosions around the world—Trask's facilities had beeroyed, one by one, as the self-destruct protocols triggered. The scale of the devastation was enough to raise eyebrows even at SHIELD. Trask's words echoed in Fury's mind: "Let my death be a reminder of the price of fear and prejudice." A man like Trask, whose fear of mutants had fueled his every a, had ended in utter despair, and that desperation had caused catastrophisequences.

  "Sir, the facilities are pletely obliterated," Agent Maria Hill reported, her toight with urgency. "And Trask... he's gone. Shot himself on live television. The fession is all over the news."

  Fury paced the room, his mind rag. There were still so many questio unanswered, particurly about who could have orchestrated this of events. Trask wasn't the type to just fall into guilt ht. Someone had maniputed him—someoh enough power to bend his mind. And Fury kly who that might be.

  "Get me every piece of footage you find," Fury ordered. "Trask ying for an audience, and whoever made him sing like that is still out there. They're likely already a step ahead of us."

  The footage of Trask's fession ublic spectacle, and every news outlet had picked it up. Trask's revetion about his colborations with Norman eneral Ross, and his involvement with the Hulkbuster project would send ripples through the political and corporate world. Fury k wouldn't take long before the sequences hit hard, especially with the mention of Osborn's involvement. The public wouldn't let that go unanswered.

  Meanwhile, in the war room, Fury vened with some of SHIELD's top operatives, including Bck Widow, Hawkeye, and Maria Hill. They o figure out their move and fast.

  "We've got a serious problem on our hands," Fury began, leaning over the holographic map of the world. "Norman Osborn and General Ross are still at rge, and they're tied to everything Trask just spilled. We 't just let them sit pretty after this."

  Natasha crossed her arms, her gaze cold and calg. "Osborn's probably going to pull strings to cover his tracks, and Ross won't go down without a fight. Trask was right about ohing—the Sentinels were only the tip of the iceberg."

  Fury nodded grimly. "They both o be taken down before this whole mutant eradicatiram gains any more momentum. We've beeive for too long. It's time we go on the offensive."

  As the agents were about to leave...

  "Natasha, a moment please?" Fury called out.

  She turned around and walked up to Fury.

  "You think he's involved?" She asked.

  "There's a ce. If I were in his shoes and knew about this whole mutaermination project, I'd do everything in my power to make sure it never saw the light of day," Fury expined. "And what could be a better time than this when people are calling him God? He'll probably go after Osborn or Ross, ."

  "You know I 't stop him. If what Trask said is true, then those two don't deserve any mercy," Natasha replied.

  "I'm not asking you to stop him. I want you to cover his tracks. He's angry and in anger, mistakes are made. We both know he won't hesitate to take care of the problem himself, and that means blood will be spilled. Erase his tracks, cover his ass, and make sure he doesn't get caught," Fury ordered. "The st thing we need is an angry guy with Godly powers on SHIELD's doorstep and he has that Infinity Stone... Sigh!"

  Natasha nodded before leaving.

  ...

  [Back to Norman]

  Norman was already on a call with his wyers. But then something happehat he doesn't remember... One moment he was talking with his wyers and the he was lying on a bed, strapped down by his arms and legs. Norman realized that he couldn't move any part of his body. Then, he looked around and noticed that he was lying in one of the test chambers in the b.

  Then, Norman heard voices.

  "Tell me, Norman... Are you ready to feel what they felt? Well, your answer doesn't matter."

  He looked around but there was no ohere. But he clearly heard someone's voice.

  "Argg!" He felt a sting of pain in his neck. "What is happening?"

  "Just an overdose of your new SSS serum with a few personalized tweaks. Well, it's a failure. Then again, so are you."

  Suddenly Norman began to feel hot all over. And then... He screamed in pain.

  "ARGGGGG!!!!"

  His body felt like it was on fire. The nanites in his bloodstream were burning him alive from the inside. His skin began to crad bleed as the naore through his flesh.

  Norman's screams echoed through the boratory as he writhed in agony.

  Then a portal opened and his body flew into it.

  ...

  [Ross' base]

  A purple portal opened and Norman fell into the armory ste...

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