章節 13: CHAPTER - 13 { Recovery }
Fury and Natasha were right outside the entrance of the boom bunker, they had seen all the Hydra soldiers stationed outside go in.
"Will he succeed?"
Fury asked, standing beside Natasha. It's been several hours since Creed had gone to the Hydra base.
"I don't know."
Natasha honestly replied to Fury. She looked at her watch, it was exactly 5:00 in the afternoon. The sun in the sky started to descend to the sea horizon.
BEEP! BEEP!
Fury and Natasha were immediately alerted as soon the alarms rang out from the bunker. With loud rumbling, the entrance slid open.
They watched as Creed, in his black suit full of holes and cuts, dyed in red and black fluids, walked out with difficulties.
Thankfully the black mask on his face hid his pained expression. Every single cell in his body was screaming for rest.
A total of five bullet wounds, multiple cut wounds, one cracked rib, fractured bones, torn ligaments, muscle tear, blood loss and severe pain.
Other than these, Creed could still walk.
Fury and Natasha hurried to provide support but Creed raised his hand and stopped them, he slowly walked back to the quinjet.
"Take him back."
Saying that, Fury headed inside the bunker. Natasha nodded and followed behind Creed to the quinjet.
"Hey, about what happened before. We can talk."
Natasha called out to him, she saw Creed turn his head and then look back to the front. It was a side glance.
The quinjet hatch was open, they walked in and Creed grabbed his bag he brought with him on the mission.
It contained ammunition and bombs but now there wasn't any need for them. Fortunately he also brought a medical kit.
With struggle, he managed to get off his coat and shirt. Natasha was very shocked seeing the injuries and wounds on his body.
First Creed washed his body with a bottle of cleaner, then poured some burning liquid to stop the blood from flowing out.
"Let me."
Natasha took the medicine from Creed's hand and sat down before him. She gently applied the medicines on the wounds.
She could see the movements of his muscles, the contraction in them was enough to tell that Creed was feeling intense pain.
"You know, you can always shout or scream. It's very painful, I have experienced these types of wounds a few times."
She said in a low voice. Hearing no response, she sighed and continued to help Creed with his wounds.
Creed had already pulled out the bullets from inside his body. Natasha didn't have any problem as she stitched him up quickly.
"Your pants, take it off. I can see you took two bullets in your left thigh."
"I can do it myself."
Creed tore his pants at the part of his thigh where the bullets had hit. Then he washed the wounds with the cleaner and burning liquid.
"Ahrr."
Gritting his teeth, Creed rubbed the medicine on the bullet wounds and started stitching them.
Natasha in the meantime stood up and sat on the opposite seat to Creed. She crossed her arms over chest and scanned him from head to toe.
He was very tall compared to her height of 1.64 meters. And his body was also much bigger with more muscles.
She could not help but want to see his real face, it was not just curiosity but also a feeling. Was he handsome or completely ugly, which was the reason for the mask.
"What are you looking at?"
Creed asked, he could see Natasha eyeing him for quite some time. Did he make a mistake of letting his body be seen by her?
Was it possible to track him with just the image and data of his body measurements?
As far as he knew, it wasn't impossible but would take years. Also, he had ways to remove or heal the scars that he got in all missions.
"Nothing."
Natasha replied with a simple smile then turned to face in another direction. Once Creed was done with patching up himself, Natasha asked if he was ready to leave.
Which of course he responded with a nod. The quinjet then ascended up in the air and flew in the sky.
'Now is my chance!'
While Natasha was busy piloting the quinjet, Creed slipped his hand in his pocket and fished out the same device he put on Skye's phone.
After careful consideration he stuck it on the quinjet, in a corner where normally one wouldn't look.
The cloaking technology was too much of a temptation for him to let it slip away from his hands. Who knows when he could see a quinjet again.
"Did you see something strange in that Hydra base?"
Natasha asked from the cockpit.
"See that for yourself once you return."
Creed answered in a deep voice. He closed his eyes and practiced the breathing technique to cool down his heating temperature.
Unknowingly, the quinjet reached mainland and then Natasha dropped Creed on the very spot they picked him up.
"Take care!"
Natasha shouted from the quinjet as it floated above the ground. Creed watched the quinjet flash in the sky and vanish without a trace.
"Thanks for this…"
Creed muttered. In his left hand, it was the device that had collected the quinjet's cloaking technology data.
Putting it inside the bag, he started making his way to the city.
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Natasha landed the quinjet on the ground, and headed towards the Hydra base. The entrance was slightly open.
She entered and saw trails of red and black blood on the floor. The ceiling lights were flickering and creating a dreadful atmosphere.
Gulp. She stepped further in the bunker. In the first floor she counted a total of 24 dead bodies of Hydra soldiers.
On the second floor it was 18, then on the third floor it leaped up to be 35. Eight of them were bodies of ugly, fat and disgusting corpses. All of their heads were chopped off from their bodies.
She saw the deep hole in the half a meter thick wall, most likely from a punch of these corpses. The flash light illuminated the dark corridor filled with dead bodies.
The floor was covered in various fluids, red and black bloods, vomits, urine, etc.
Natasha closed her mouth and hastened her steps. On the fourth floor the number of dead bodies was about 12.
From everything she saw, Natasha was frightened and truly afraid. She couldn't imagine how Creed was able handle the situation and kill all these soldiers.
To her surprise there were no dead bodies on the fifth floor. Fury was inside the control room with a flustered look on his face.
On the monitors in the wall before him, various rows of data were being displayed. Photos, videos, reports, records, etc.
"I didn't expect to see so much."
Fury said, as he pointed to the corner of the control room. Natasha shifted her eyes to the corner he pointed and saw a gruesome sight.
It was a man, tortured to the limits and skinned alive. The joints and ligaments all were ripped off and broken.
The flesh was cut, blood vessels pulled out through the flesh and many more unpleasant ways to let one feel pain.
"D-Did he do it?"
Natasha asked as she immediately looked away. Fury shook his head, he wasn't sure but guessed that Creed was the one who did it.
"Romanoff, you better keep an eye on that man. He might be of great help to us, but he will be the biggest threat to us once he joins our enemies."
"You have seen how he killed those Hydra soldiers. Both of us would have really died today if he wanted to kill us and get away."
Fury said in a very serious tone, Natasha nodded her head and then looked down. Today wasn't very pleasing.
Even an assassin and secret agent like her should be afraid of Creed and his ability to kill. He was a killing machine.
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