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Cyborg burst into loud laughter.

Not just him—other members of the Justice League standing beside him wore amused expressions as well.

"The Avengers wouldn't stand a chance against us, split or not. Whether you divide or stay together doesn't make a difference," cyborg said confidently.

Spider-Man couldn't help but chime in, "Aren't you giving yourself way too much credit?"

The remark wasn't harsh, but it stung—a subtle yet sharp insult.

The Avengers' faces darkened immediately, their gazes locking onto Spider-Man. Their expressions were grim, their eyes almost predatory, sending chills down Spider-Man's spine. 

Startled, he instinctively stepped back, hiding behind a cyborg and cautiously peeking out to observe the scene.

"Cyborg , stop slandering me!"

Rumlow's voice cut through the tension, anger lacing every word. "Don't you dare pin your Justice League's dirty tricks on me! Are you still trying to cover up your schemes?"

Pausing for a moment, Rumlow's expression shifted, as if something had just occurred to him. But his mouth kept running:

"I'm Hydra!"

...Wait, what?

The room fell silent.

Rumlow froze, his face a mix of confusion and horror. What did I just say?

His shocked expression turned toward cyborg , then stiffly shifted to his companions. His body trembled as he stammered, "D-Don't listen to him! They're messing with me! This isn't real—I'm not—"

He faltered, the words spilling out of his mouth against his will.

"I am..."

"No, I'm not..."

"I am!"

Desperation flashed across Rumlow's face as he clamped his mouth shut. He glared at cyborg with unrestrained hatred, but the truth had already been laid bare.

"Lasso!"

Tony Stark took a deep breath, suddenly understanding the situation. Having watched Wonder Woman, the answer was obvious.

The Justice League was behind this. More specifically, it was Wonder Woman's doing.

Her Lasso of Truth.

Anyone ensnared by it could only speak the truth.

Tony glanced around at his Avengers teammates and noticed the shimmering golden lasso binding them. Clearly, the lasso was doing its job.

The others seemed to grasp the same realization. This wasn't just a rope; it was a magical artifact tied to Wonder Woman's Amazonian heritage.

Several Avengers exchanged grim looks before Steve Rogers finally stepped forward. His voice was firm, commanding.

"Rumlow, what's going on? Is Batman really behind Nick Fury's assassination? And Alexander Pierce—what's his role in all this? Tell us everything."

Rumlow's face contorted with rage and helplessness. He tried to resist but failed. His words spilled out, his voice tight with anger:

"Nick Fury is dead. The one in the hospital is Zartan, Cobra's master of disguise..."

The Avengers froze in shock, but Rumlow wasn't done. His tone grew more bitter as he revealed:

"Alexander Pierce is the leader of this generation's Hydra. I'm one of his subordinates. This entire conflict between the Avengers and the Justice League? It's all part of our plan—a deliberate scheme to sow chaos."

"Pierce?" Steve's expression turned grim. "He's Hydra?"

"Yes," Rumlow confirmed reluctantly. "He's our leader. But Hydra has many leaders these days. Aside from Pierce, there's Dr. Zola, Baron Strucker, Daniel Whitehall, Madame Viper, and others. Pierce isn't in full control of Hydra, but he's the most influential among us—the one who's managed to rebuild much of our power."

The weight of Rumlow's confession sank in. For a moment, the room was silent.

Rumlow, pale as a sheet, avoided the furious gazes of his fellow Avengers. He could practically feel the murderous intent radiating from them.

Meanwhile, the Justice League members, who had been adversaries moments ago, watched with unrestrained amusement.

On the Helicarrier

Anton moved carefully, his steps echoing in the eerie quiet. The once-chaotic battleship was now unnervingly calm. 

It seemed S.H.I.E.L.D. had given up their assault, resigning themselves to inaction while mocking him from a distance.

Still, Anton remained cautious as he approached the command room. Inside, only Hill and Coulson awaited him.

The rest of the crew had been sent to the rear of the massive ship, presumably to prevent this conversation from being overheard.

"Batman," Coulson greeted, his tone weary but resolute. "We meet again."

Anton tilted his head, his voice calm yet cutting. "I warned S.H.I.E.L.D. to clean up its act."

He paused, narrowing his eyes.

"Looks like the Justice League had to step in and handle what you couldn't."

"Hydra isn't simple," Coulson began, his tone heavy. "Someone deliberately created the conflict between S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Justice League. This isn't S.H.I.E.L.D.'s doing—it's Hydra. They've been the ones targeting you."

"But the Avengers acted recklessly," Anton countered, his voice calm but firm. "Let's be clear: I didn't start this. I've only been forced to defend myself."

Coulson straightened, his expression serious. "Regardless, this needs to end now," he said. "Batman, the actions of the Avengers were sanctioned by the World Security Council. We had valid reasons to question the Justice League's legitimacy—"

"Enough!" Anton cut him off with a wave of his hand. "I don't have time to listen to your excuses."

Tapping the bracelet on his wrist, Anton activated something.

"What are you doing?" Hill asked, her eyes narrowing. Both she and Coulson tensed, readying themselves for another potential attack.

But instead of a fight, a strange energy shimmered in the air. The light distorted their vision, and ripples cascaded through the room like waves in a pond.

"Teleportation?" Coulson murmured, his face a mix of confusion and awe.

In an instant, the Justice League members and the captured Avengers vanished from the ruins of Washington Square, reappearing aboard the Sky Mothership.

Hill and Coulson stood in stunned silence, looking helplessly at the Avengers now standing before them.

Anton crossed his arms, his eyes scanning the room before resting on Rumlow. A sly smirk played on his lips. "I told you before—Rumlow is Hydra. But you thought you were so clever, didn't you?"

His gaze lingered on Tony Stark for a few extra seconds, making the billionaire squirm uncomfortably. "This mess? You brought it on yourselves."

"What are you talking about?" Hill blurted out, her voice sharp.

Coulson looked equally alarmed. "Rumlow... is Hydra?"

"Correct," Steve Rogers confirmed grimly, his jaw clenched. "We were deceived. This was all part of Alexander Pierce's plan."

Turning to Batman, Rogers spoke with uncharacteristic humility. "Let us go, Batman. This was our mistake, and I'll take responsibility for it. But please—let us take down Pierce ourselves. He's already escaped!"

Anton raised an eyebrow. "Don't worry. Pierce won't get far."

The others exchanged confused glances. Rogers frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Didn't you notice?" Anton asked coolly. "One of us didn't make it to the Mothership."

It was then they realized: cyborg wasn't with them.

Before they could react further, Coulson stepped forward, his voice measured but tense. "Since you've caught the masterminds, what are you going to do with us?"

Anton didn't answer directly. "That's not my call. Someone else will handle that." He tapped his bracelet again.

Another flash of energy consumed the room.

In an instant, everyone—Avengers, Justice League members, and the entire Sky Mothership—vanished.

Back on the ground in Washington, the citizens were stunned.

The battlefield that had been Washington Square was suddenly empty, save for the ruins that bore the scars of a massive fight. Many rubbed their eyes, wondering if they'd just imagined everything.

In the nearby Washington Military District, the Sky Mothership reappeared in the sky.

Inside a military meeting room, Secretary of Defense John Keller had just returned to Washington after a morning meeting with the Winter Soldier. 

He'd been discussing the growing chaos with top military officials when news of the Washington battle reached him.

As reports poured in, Keller's instincts told him what was coming. Batman was on his way.

Moments later, his suspicions were confirmed.

The doors to the conference room burst open, and a soldier rushed in, his face pale and his voice shaky.

"Generals, outside—" He hesitated, swallowing hard before continuing. "A... a massive warship just appeared!"

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