After the disappearance of Red Skull Johann Schmidt, Baron Strucker had crafted a careful plan: secretly construct the colossal Valkyrie bomber while stockpiling enough super-bombs to destroy entire armies. He would wait patiently for the Allies and Axis to bleed each other dry — and when both sides were weakened, he would strike.
When the Valkyrie soared, he would bring the world to its knees. No nation would stand before Hydra. He would become master of all.
But fate had other plans.
Hitler soon discovered Schmidt's disappearance and dispatched men to find Strucker. As one of Hitler's inner circle, Strucker knew too well what awaited those who betrayed him. He didn't know how Schmidt had managed to defy the Führer's authority, but he wasn't about to try it himself. Not yet.
So, under Hitler's command, the Hydra legions under his control began assisting the German army in renewed offensives against the Allies.
It wasn't all bad for him — the constant fighting brought in a steady stream of captured prisoners, perfect for slave labor. Production of the Valkyrie and its super-bombs accelerated rapidly. Strucker's confidence grew. When the moment came, he would erase not only the Allies… but Hitler himself.
What he hadn't foreseen was that Hitler, somehow learning of the Doomsday Project, began demanding the bomber's completion as soon as possible, believing it to be his ultimate weapon for victory.
Strucker had no choice but to comply — for now. Until the Valkyrie was airborne, his rebellion would have to remain hidden. But once it was finished… both the Allies and the Third Reich would burn.
London, England
Strategic Scientific Reserve – Underground Headquarters
Peggy Carter's Adamantium armor had finally arrived.
Unlike Steve, she had no desire to parade around as a human flag. Just imagining a bright red-and-blue Union Jack stretched across her chest made her shudder. Instead, she chose elegance and stealth — the same all-black combat suit design as Chen Mo's. Sleek, functional, deadly.
She trained relentlessly, alternating between sword and shield drills with Steve and Chen Mo. But while they leaned into melee combat, Peggy's true art lay in firearms.
Before enhancement, she had already been the best shot in the SSR. Now, with her heightened senses, reflexes, and perfect aim, she could take down enemies at long range faster than most could blink. Her marksmanship bordered on superhuman.
And she wasn't done yet.
She formed her own Special Operations Unit — but to everyone's surprise, she didn't recruit from the Howling Commandos. Within just a few days, she had handpicked over thirty elite female soldiers from across the Allied forces.
It was unprecedented.
Though women were present in the military, most served in communications, medical, or logistics divisions. Direct combat roles were rare. Yet somehow, Peggy had quietly identified, screened, and gathered the most capable — battle-hardened women with excellent aim, close-quarters skill, and unwavering resolve.
Her meticulous recruitment proved her intelligence roots ran deep; she'd clearly been planning this for some time.
Under "Iron Lady" Carter's command, these women trained with brutal discipline. Their teamwork, precision, and determination soon matched — even rivaled — the men of the Howling Commandos.
When both squads were fully equipped, the message was clear: Hydra's reappearance meant war.
And S.H.I.E.L.D. was ready to strike back.
"The Hydra army has begun attacking Allied towns and outposts in large numbers," Carter announced crisply at the next briefing.
Standing tall in her tailored uniform, she pointed toward the projected image behind her — a grainy black-and-white photo of a massive Hydra tank, its shadow dominating the landscape.
"They've even deployed heavy siege armor and giant war machines. But what's worse is this—" she continued, turning toward the officers seated below.
"Our reports confirm that Hydra has been rounding up civilians — able-bodied men and captured Allied soldiers alike — and transporting them to undisclosed locations. We've tracked one of those routes."
She gestured.
The female technician at the projector switched slides with a sharp click.
A map filled the screen, a red Hydra symbol marking a single location deep behind enemy lines.
"We sent reconnaissance aircraft for confirmation," Carter said.
Another click.
Now the slide showed a high-altitude surveillance photo — a vast factory complex in the middle of nowhere, its long rectangular structures lined with dozens of dark shapes. Two massive shadows stood apart — larger than anything else on site.
"This appears to be one of Hydra's primary weapons factories," she explained. "Exact production details are unknown, but the facility is heavily fortified — over a regiment of Hydra troops, more than ten of their standard tanks, twenty armored carriers, and at least two of the new giant war tanks."
Her tone hardened.
"Our mission is simple: destroy this Hydra base. Commander Chen Mo will now present the operation plan."
Carter stepped down, her boots echoing softly on the floor. The room of Allied officers — some of them generals — watched her take her seat beside Steve.
They had all heard the stories: Hydra's devastating raids, the cities lost overnight, the captured soldiers whose fates were unknown. Small units had been wiped out trying to resist; larger formations were pinned down by German fire on the front.
Only the Strategic Scientific Reserve — the shadow force that had crushed Hydra before — could respond swiftly enough.
Representatives from nearly every Allied nation were present, anxious and expectant.
All eyes turned toward the man said to be the invincible commander, the one whose name Hydra soldiers whispered in terror.
Chen Mo rose slowly from his seat. His black combat uniform seemed to swallow the light.
His gaze swept across the room — sharp, cold, unflinching.
"Ready the teams," he said, voice calm and absolute.
"Special Forces — move out."