[Yashida Castle, Shikoku Island, Japan]
The files Daisy uncovered in Yashida's lab were like peeling back the skin of a particularly toxic onion—layer after encrypted layer of dangerous secrets. There were dozens of documents detailing supply chains, personnel rosters, and experiment logs, many of which hinted at a continued Nazi presence in Antarctica. She'd only opened three files before deciding she'd seen enough to call it in. After all, she was a model employee: "report immediately upon discovery" was practically tattooed on her soul.
Of course, some omissions were perfectly natural. She'd let Director Fury dig through the rest himself. That's what bosses were for.
Fury, upon arrival via SHIELD helicopter, was visibly shaken after skimming the data.
"Are there still damn Nazis hiding in Antarctica?" he muttered, mostly to himself, half in disbelief, half in dread.
"Agent Johnson," he finally said aloud, voice laced with steel, "you did good. Wrap up the situation in Japan and return to HQ ASAP. We'll need you on this."
He didn't wait for a reply. With practiced precision, he copied all the relevant files, gave her a curt nod, and left the scene by helicopter.
Daisy—ever the obedient subordinate—encrypted the intel again as ordered. This act, of course, was referred to in SHIELD circles as "processing." Technically, all this data belonged to the Yashida family. They'd dumped billions into their research, and Daisy wasn't about to deny them their sacred right to intellectual property.
Whether or not the Yashidas could actually decrypt what she left behind?
Well, that was a different conversation. They were free to file a complaint with SHIELD's Legal Division. Average response time: fifteen working days. Probably longer during holiday season.
With business handled, Daisy regrouped with Uncle Wolf and the girls.
Logan, despite his typical gruff demeanor and loner routine, was utterly defeated. Not by enemies, but by tears. Mariko was sobbing like an anime heroine in a rainstorm, clutching his arm as if letting go would mean the world ended. Yukio wasn't much better—her loyalty ran deep.
Under their combined pleading, Logan caved.
He'd stay in Japan for a while longer.
Daisy silently checked a box in her mind. Mission: Charles Xavier's Sentimental Wishlist—Complete.
Whether it was fighting Magneto in Genosha or dealing with old Japanese ghosts, Logan had earned his rest. And if he got to enjoy the company of two beautiful women while doing it? Well, every grizzled mutant deserved a happy ending.
The old Yashida corpse was yanked from his adamantium coffin and buried on-site in a shallow, unmarked grave. Mariko and Yukio were the only ones who looked remotely somber.
Daisy and Logan? Utterly expressionless.
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[ Tokyo, Japan ] [ Some Time Later ]
A few hours later, SHIELD quinjet descended onto the castle like birds of prey.
With them came Daisy's ticket out.
She brought the Silver Samurai armor—crafted entirely from adamantium—with her back to Tokyo. The streets below were in chaos. Four fingers of The Hand were fighting to claim Madame Gao's remaining assets. Viper was circling Yashida Enterprises like a predator. Behind her, Hydra's little leftover bosses were making noise like unpaid interns trying to be relevant.
Shingen Yashida was drowning in crisis. Between PR disasters and boardroom coups, he barely had time to sleep. Daisy saw him once at dinner, where he resembled a particularly exhausted salaryman.
She offered him a deal: SHIELD support, intel access, and strategic guidance—in exchange for the armor.
The man didn't hesitate. Despite its price in blood and legacy, he practically gave it away.
Daisy, ever resourceful, tucked away the armor's two arms and sword, claiming they were damaged in battle. SHIELD's Science Department got the torso and legs. SHIELD funds, SHIELD property.
The alloys from this set, along with materials Shingen had previously sent as "free shipping," were more than enough to begin building something beautiful—and deadly.
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[ S.H.I.E.L.D. HQ, Washington DC ]
Upon returning to headquarters, Daisy made a beeline for Nick Fury's office.
The air conditioning was predictably arctic. She shivered slightly, not that she'd admit it out loud.
Fury motioned for her to sit. "Talk."
She gave him a succinct report, covering everything from the chaos in Tokyo to the convenient disposal of one adamantium zombie.
Then came the real meat of the conversation.
"What about Antarctica?" she asked. "Any leads? Are we acting now or waiting for the world to freeze over?"
Fury was quiet for a few moments, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
"We don't go public yet," he said finally. "Too sensitive. The war's been over for decades. We leak this wrong and panic sets in. Before we move, I want to see it with my own eye."
Daisy had a bad feeling, and then she heard Fury continue to say to her: "I heard that your teleportation ability is good? Come with me to the scene to see it."
She was a little dumbfounded. They were a bunch of Nazis, and she know from the intel that there were several thousand of them.
Daisy raised an eyebrow. "Just the two of us?"
Fury smirked. "Not quite. We're a party of four."
It turns out that Fury was not such a reckless person.
Enter Black Widow—Natasha Romanoff. Defected Russian super-spy. Surveillance goddess. Not the type to let Nazis party without crashing it.
Hawkeye, the reliable family man with a bow and a conscience, was also roped in. Low risk of betrayal, high utility in the field.
And then, of course, Daisy herself. Discoverer. Teleporter. Sharpshooter. Resident sarcasm dispenser.
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[ Some Time Later ]
They made quick preparations. No cloak-and-dagger car swapping this time. Daisy simply teleported the team to Hawkeye's safehouse in D.C., from which they boarded a SHIELD quinjet and headed south—way south.
"Is this your superpower?" Natasha asked mid-flight, arching an eyebrow. "Feels like getting bounced off a rubber wall."
"It's spatial vibration," Daisy replied, tone smooth, casual, and just faintly sarcastic. "Technically boring. No real potential. Very underwhelming."
No one bought it. But no one pushed.
Just like no one asked how Hawkeye's eyesight made a sniper rifle feel redundant. Some things were just accepted.
They studied the files onboard. Fury had stayed up all night, mapping out timelines, magnetic anomalies, and restricted airspace data. The clues aligned disturbingly well.
That's why he went out in person, he had to see with his own eye who was there and what they were doing.
What Daisy discovered from Yashida's information was only a part of it. A group of living people staying there would reveal some clues. Nick Fury had his own source of information, and when the two were verified, he would see a lot of things.
"There's something big down there," he muttered. "Nazis, most likely. Or whatever's left of them."
He tried to keep the gravity of the situation steady. But Daisy noticed the flicker of satisfaction in his eye.
Finding the last Nazi base? That wasn't just a win.
It was history.
It could restore his standing with the World Security Council—who had been breathing down his neck lately over misuse of black funds and shady resource allocations.
Yes, Daisy found the lead, but the political credit? That was Fury's to parade.
After saying that, he looked at Daisy with satisfaction. No matter what her real abilities were, she was a lucky charm!
"If we find even one of them alive down there," he said, glancing at Daisy, "they'll write my name next to Howard Stark and Peggy Carter."
Daisy arched a brow. "So you're aiming for a textbook chapter now?"
"Damn right I am."
Still, he wasn't delusional. Based on the supply data and infrastructure reports, it wasn't a lone bunker. This was a fully self-sufficient operation, likely hosting hundreds—maybe thousands—of people. Even if they were malnourished, delusional fascists, it wasn't something four agents could clean up alone.
Hawkeye and Widow had been conscripted without context. Now, seated in a freezing SHIELD jet on the way to the edge of the world, they looked at each other.
"Nazis?" Clint whispered.
Natasha exhaled slowly. "I thought we were done with those."
"Guess not," Daisy said with a sharp smile. "Time to make sure history doesn't repeat itself."
To Be Continued...
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