-Prologue-

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I can't deny it any longer.
The Black Widow has defeated me.
I am dead.
My soul has left.
The only thing I can do now, is watch as my mutilated body turns red.

She looks disappointed,
Did she expect me to dodge death again?
Did she want to torture me further?
As if she hasn't scarred my image enough.

Well, it's to late now, for both of us...

...Or is it...

I know people,
If I can get into their head, I can get an even more powerful body to rule HYDRA.

Oh no, HYDRA will never survive without me.
Everybody knows how quickly Captain America was able to take down the organization and force them into hiding.
Stupid, impulsive men.
I have done better,
They will ruin HYDRA.
I need to save my children...

And what about Gwen?
She will be a puppet to the Black Widow.
Poor child,
Would she be safer in her own dimension?
No, I can't send her back now, she has a family here.

All I know is I need to get back into a physical body,
people will just regard my image visiting them as their own twisted imagination.

But until I get back, I can have some fun.
I can go visit the Black Widow...

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