The morning after you meet with Selene, you sit alone in an abandoned subway safehouse, listening to the city hum above. You were off the radar, but the tension in your chest told you something was coming.
You weren't wrong.
A soft beep echoed from the stolen SHIELD terminal you kept wired into a cracked generator. An alert flashed across the screen:
Classified Surveillance Footage Unauthorised Scrub in Progress – Origin: Latveria
You frowned.
Latveria?
Then a second ping — a live satellite feed opening.
It showed you.
From three days ago.
Standing over Victor Keene's unconscious body.
A third ping confirmed what you already feared:
Global Threat-Level Flagged: Adaptive Subject – Phase 1 Protocols Activated
You slammed your hand down.
Someone had leaked your existence to the global network.
And that meant every eye, both friendly and hostile, would be turning toward New York.
You reached for your gear.
If they were going to hunt you, you weren't going to wait for them to strike first.
I will try to expand the chapter from this point on.