Few days ago, Liam for the first time showed how his dominant ability worked by bringing Sitwell into their circle. He was the first Hydra to turn to their side and Liam preemptively handed him over to Fury for interrogation.

  Fury was skeptical of how deep the trol was and he made Sitwell spit out all of the secrets, starting from how he was verted into Hydra's agents to how deep the work was. He then colborated what he said to the data Tony had handed him over and he was telling the truth.

  This made him realize how dangerous Liam's ability was. He was a wizard to be feared. Now that Sitwell had es with Senator Stern, they would now go for him. And from there till Alexander Pierbsp;

  The pn to take Senator Stern uheir trol had to be executed carefully. Uwell, who operated in the shadows, Stern ublic figure—shielded not just by his political allies but also by yers of bureaucrad security.

  Senator Stern prided himself on being untouchable. He had power, es, and most importantly, pusible deniability. His public persona as a hard-nosed patriot kept people from questioning the darker dealings that funded his campaigns and secured his influence.

  Fury looked at Tony and Liam and said.

  "This is hoill execute the pn."

  In the evening, Jasper Sitwell requested a private meeting at his residence. Sitwell had always been useful—an insider who hahe dirty work. If he was ing with new information, it was worth his time.

  The senator's mansion was as secure as any high-profile official's home—armed guards patrolled the perimeter, surveilnce cameras monitored every angle, and a private security team sed all visitors. Stern himself sat in his study, a gss of whiskey in hand, waiting as his guards escorted Sitwell inside.

  Sitwell entered, stiff as always, adjusting his gsses as he stood before the senator's desk.

  "Senator, we have a problem."

  "That's why I keep you around, Sitwell. To make problems disappear." Stern replied.

  "This one's different. Stark went public with the Hammer Industries files. It's stirred up too many questions." Sitwell said.

  "Damn fool doesn't know when to quit. How bad is it?" Stern frowned, rubbing his temple.

  "Bad enough. And there's more—Fury is on the move. He's getting closer to things we don't want him to see."

  "Fury's a cockroach. Annoying, but not a real threat. He doesn't have the reach. I sometimes wonder why Pierce even bothered to put him in that chair. Doesn't he know the sequences?"

  "That I have no idea Sir, but Fury has some reaow." Sitwell tered. "He's gotten his hands on resources we didn't at for. If we don't act fast, he'll be knog on your door ."

  "Are you saying I'm exposed?" Stern asked, his small eyes squinted.

  "I'm saying we o take precautions. Move assets, shut down loose ends. I have a list of locations we should sweep immediately."

  Stern leaned ba his chair, sidering. He trusted Sitwell—at least, as much as he trusted anyone in his line of work.

  "Fine," he said at st. "Sehe details. And while we're at it, start looking into how we —"

  His voice cut off. His breath hitched.

  Something was wrong.

  His limbs felt heavy, his fingers sck around the gss of whiskey. He tried to move, but his body wouldn't respond. His heartbeat pounded in his ears, a slow, staggering thump.

  Across from him, Sitwell sat motionless, his expression unreadable.

  "Wha… what did you…"

  "He didn't do anything." A new voiswered from the shadows.

  Stern's gaze flickered toward the er of the room. A figure stepped forward, moving through the dim light with eerie silence. Liam. His eyes glowed faintly, wraithlike energy crag at his fiips. Yes, he didn't o touch the head of the man he o trol. It depended upon the will, even in game Liam was able to trol men from far. Those low level Uruks.

  Stern's breath hitched.

  Liam held up a hand, fingers curling slightly—and Ster it. The unseen force ing around his mind like a steel vise, pressing down with an unnatural weight. His thoughts blurred, his resistance crumbling. Fury emerged from behind him.

  "You've been running the game a long time, Stern. Thought you were untouchable. But see, we've got a new pyer on the board. And he doesn't py by the old rules."

  Stern's mouth moved, but no sound came out. His mind was slipping, bending uhe force of Liam's will.

  "Yoing to tell us everything," Liam murmured. "Who you report to. What you know. Where the bodies are buried."

  Stern's resistance shattered like gss.

  And just like that, the mighty senator—one of the most powerful men in Washington—was no longer his own. After Stern, it would be the World cil. Fury didn't want to go for Pierce yet, he might be old, but he had a will. Anyone who could be the Director of SHIELD, shouldn't be take lightly.

  Thus Fury was going for men who didn't have strong will but had a vast prese was a slow process but they were getting somewhere. Meanwhile Tony was actively makier armors and als to find out the location of the Winter Soldiers.

  At night Liam was bad not to his home but to his bcksmith's home. This time he wasn't alone.

  "Wele back, Liam." A walking robot came to open the door for him. It was BT. Si's work with Tony was done, he was returned, but in a much smaller package. The bigger package was in Tony's garage and it could be used ime when there would be a crisis. They just o trahe AI to the bigger husk.

  BT was getting bored in the garage anyways.

  "Thanks, is the food ready?" Liam asked. "I am hungry."

  "Of course. I made your fav pasta." BT said.

  "Thanks mom." Liam teased.

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