A Rider Kick in Marvel

Fury and Natasha entered the safehouse, their faces grim with the weight of the information they had just obtained. The rest of the group - May, Coulson, Hill, Ace, Jin, and Horobi - looked up expectantly, sensing the gravity of the situation.

"We've got some new intel," Fury announced, his voice low and serious. "Sitwell's confirmed our worst fears and then some."

The room fell silent as Fury and Natasha shared a glance, deciding how to break the news. Natasha took the lead, her voice steady despite the implications of what she was about to say.

"Zola's alive," she stated bluntly. "And there's more. The Winter Soldier is real."

A collective gasp went through the room. May's eyes narrowed, her mind already calculating the ramifications. Coulson's normally unflappable demeanor cracked slightly, his brow furrowing in concern. Hill leaned forward, her posture tense as she absorbed the information.

Ace, Jin, and Horobi exchanged glances, their lack of familiarity with SHIELD's history evident in their expressions of confusion rather than shock.

"How is that possible?" Coulson was the first to speak, his voice tinged with disbelief. "Zola died decades ago."

Fury shook his head, his one eye scanning the room. "We don't have all the details yet, but Sitwell claims Zola's consciousness has been preserved somehow. He's operating somewhere in New Jersey."

May's lips tightened into a thin line. "And the Winter Soldier? I thought that was just a ghost story."

"Apparently not," Natasha replied, her voice carrying a hint of tension. "Sitwell's seen him. He's working for Hydra."

The room erupted into a flurry of questions and exclamations. Ace, still trying to catch up with the implications, raised his hand tentatively.

"I'm sorry, but who is Zola? And what's this about a Winter Soldier?" he asked, his voice cutting through the chaos.

Fury turned to him, his expression softening slightly as he remembered that not everyone in the room had the same historical context.

"Arnim Zola was a Hydra scientist during World War II," Fury explained. "He was supposed to have died years ago. As for the Winter Soldier, he's a legendary assassin. Most of us thought he was just a myth."

Jin and Horobi listened intently, their analytical minds already working on the problem. "If this Zola is still alive, even as a consciousness, he must be key to Hydra's plans," Horobi observed.

Fury nodded, a grim smile on his face. "Exactly. Which is why our next move is clear. We need to find that bunker and locate Zola."

Hill, ever the tactician, was already pulling out maps and data pads. "We'll need to comb through old SHIELD files, look for any mentions of secret installations in New Jersey."

"I can help with that," Coulson offered, moving to join Hill at the table.

May stood up, her posture rigid with determination. "We should also prepare for the possibility of encountering the Winter Soldier. If he's as dangerous as the stories say, we'll need to be ready."

Natasha nodded in agreement, her mind already running through possible scenarios. "He's unlike any opponent we've faced before. We'll need to be prepared for anything."

As the SHIELD agents began to mobilize, diving into their respective tasks, Ace turned to Jin and Horobi. "We should see how we can assist," he said, his voice low. "Our abilities might come in handy if we encounter this Winter Soldier."

Jin nodded, his eyes gleaming with the prospect of a challenge. "We'll need to gather more information about his capabilities. Perhaps we can develop countermeasures."

Horobi, ever practical, was already accessing data through his internal systems. "I'll begin analyzing all available information on Hydra's known operatives and technology. It may provide insights into what we're up against."

Fury watched as the team sprung into action, a mix of pride and concern on his face. He knew they were facing a formidable enemy, one that had managed to hide in plain sight for decades. But looking around at the determined faces of his team, he felt a glimmer of hope. They had uncovered Hydra's infiltration, and now they had a clear target: find Zola.

As the team dispersed to their assigned tasks, a sense of urgency filled the air. Coulson and Hill huddled over stacks of old SHIELD files, their eyes scanning through decades of reports and mission logs for any hint of Zola's whereabouts.

Ace, meanwhile, turned to his AI companion. "Ark, we need your help," he said, his voice low but determined. "Can you assist in locating Zola?"

"Certainly, Ace-sama," Ark replied, its digital voice calm and efficient. "I'll begin analyzing all available data immediately."

Days passed, turning into a week of intense search and analysis. The safehouse became a hive of activity, with agents working around the clock, fueled by coffee and determination.

Coulson's fingers were stained with ink from old files, his eyes red-rimmed from lack of sleep. Hill's usually impeccable appearance showed signs of wear, her hair slightly disheveled as she pored over maps and coordinates.

Ace spent hours interfacing with Ark, sifting through terabytes of data. Jin and Horobi assisted, their advanced processing capabilities proving invaluable in the search.

Fury paced the room, his one eye darting from screen to screen, watching as his team worked tirelessly. Natasha and May alternated between helping with the search and preparing for potential confrontations, their combat skills honed to a razor's edge.

On the seventh day, as exhaustion began to set in, a breakthrough came. Hill's voice, tinged with excitement, cut through the quiet murmur of the room.

"I think I've got something," she announced, her finger tracing a line on an old map. "An old Army installation in New Jersey. It was supposedly abandoned after the war, but there are discrepancies in the records."

Coulson hurried over, his fatigue forgotten. "Let me see," he said, leaning in to examine the map. His eyes widened as he spotted the anomalies Hill had noticed. "This could be it."

At the same moment, Ark's voice emanated from Ace's computer. "I've detected a pattern of energy usage consistent with a hidden facility at those coordinates," the AI reported. "It matches the theoretical requirements for maintaining an advanced computer system."

The room buzzed with renewed energy as the team gathered around the map and Ace's computer screen. Fury's eye narrowed as he studied the information.

"Good work, all of you," he said, his voice gruff but appreciative. "We've got our target. Now we need to plan our approach."

As the team began to discuss their next moves, a sense of anticipation filled the air. They had found their lead, and now the real challenge was about to begin.

Nick Fury stood at the head of the table, his one eye scanning the faces of those assembled before him. The room was tense with anticipation, the weight of their discovery hanging heavy in the air.

"Alright, people," Fury began, his voice gravelly and serious. "We've found Zola. Now it's time to act."

He turned his gaze to Ace, Natasha, Jin, and Horobi. "You four will be our strike team. Your mission is to infiltrate the facility and neutralize Zola."

Ace nodded, understanding the implications. Their previous actions as Metsuboujinrai would lend credibility to their attack, keeping Fury's involvement hidden.

"Our primary objective is to capture Zola," Fury continued, his voice hard. "But make no mistake - he must not escape. If capture isn't possible, you put an end to him. Permanently."

Jin and Horobi exchanged glances, their expressions unreadable. As artificial beings, the concept of ending a life - even one preserved in digital form - was complex.

"What kind of resistance should we expect?" Ace asked, his mind already formulating strategies.

Fury shook his head. "Unknown. The facility's been off the grid for decades. Expect anything from outdated security systems to cutting-edge Hydra tech."

Natasha leaned forward, her voice low and determined. "And the Winter Soldier? Could he be there?"

A heavy silence fell over the room. Fury's eye darkened. "It's possible. Be prepared for anything."

As the team began to gear up, Ace pulled Jin and Horobi aside. "This mission... it's different from what we've done before," he said quietly.

Jin nodded, his eyes serious. "We understand, Ace. The stakes are high."

Horobi's voice was calm, analytical. "We will adapt our tactics as necessary. Zola's capture or termination is crucial to dismantling Hydra's operations."

Across the room, Natasha was checking her weapons, her movements efficient and practiced. She caught Ace's eye and gave a small nod. They both knew the gravity of what lay ahead.

As the team made final preparations, Fury addressed them one last time. "Remember, this isn't just about Zola. This could be our chance to unravel Hydra's entire operation. Don't let this opportunity slip away."

With those words ringing in their ears, Ace, Natasha, Jin, and Horobi departed, their minds focused on the task ahead. They knew that success could change the course of their fight against Hydra, while failure could have catastrophic consequences.

As their transport sped towards the coordinates in New Jersey, each member of the team was lost in their own thoughts. The weight of their mission pressed down on them, the knowledge that they were about to confront a piece of history - and perhaps shape the future - filling them with a mix of determination and apprehension.