Captain America: All Winners Squad

The dawn sky hung heavy over the Allied encampment, painted in hues of grey and red as the sun crept over the war-torn horizon. The silence felt unnatural—almost an omen—as soldiers prepared for what would be one of their most critical battles yet.

Steve Rogers stood at the edge of the camp, staring into the distance, his jaw tight. The familiar weight of his shield strapped to his arm offered little comfort today.

Blonde Phantom approached him, pulling her coat tighter against the cold morning air.

"Another day, another suicide mission?" she quipped, trying to lighten the mood.

Steve turned to her with a faint smile. "You didn't have to come this far, Louise."

She raised an eyebrow. "And miss the chance to knock a few Hydra heads together? Not a chance."

Just then, Whizzer sped into view, his boots kicking up dust. "Cap! You're gonna want to see this," he said, breathless, motioning toward the command tent.

Inside the tent, maps covered the table, marked with Hydra positions. An Allied officer, Colonel Phillips, stood at the head of the group with a grim expression.

"Hydra's regrouped, and their stronghold in the Black Forest is operational again," Phillips began. He pointed to a red circle. "Intel suggests Red Skull himself is coordinating this final push. If we don't stop him, they'll unleash something far worse than anything we've seen so far."

Steve frowned. "Worse? How?"

"Some kind of weapon—a bomb, a serum, no one knows for sure," Phillips replied. "What we do know is that it's big, and they're willing to burn Europe to the ground to use it."

Blonde Phantom and Whizzer exchanged nervous glances.

Steve's voice cut through the tension. "Then we hit them now. Hard. Before they get the chance."

Phillips nodded, satisfied. "Your squad is the best shot we have at pulling this off. You'll infiltrate the base, disable the weapon, and take out Red Skull. Understood?"

Whizzer smirked, "Sounds like a walk in the park."

Steve's gaze hardened. "We're ending this, one way or another."

The team moved out as the first light of morning broke. Blonde Phantom adjusted her pistol holsters, while Whizzer restlessly darted ahead, scouting the terrain.

"Why do I feel like we're walking into a trap?" Whizzer murmured, falling back beside Steve.

Steve didn't respond immediately. His gaze was fixed on the treeline ahead. Finally, he said, "Because we are. Hydra won't go down without a fight."

Blonde Phantom chimed in from behind, "Then let's make it a fight worth remembering."

As they pushed forward, Steve couldn't shake the nagging feeling at the back of his mind—something wasn't right. The silence of the woods, the absence of Hydra patrols—it felt wrong.

Bucky's face flashed in his mind, as it so often did these days. Where are you, pal? he thought quietly.

Suddenly, Whizzer stopped dead in his tracks, holding up a hand. "Wait… do you hear that?"

From somewhere ahead, the sound of mechanized boots began to grow louder. Steve immediately raised his shield.

"Hydra ambush! Take cover!"

The forest erupted with gunfire as Hydra soldiers emerged from the trees, their weapons trained on the team. Energy blasts lit up the misty woods as the squad dove for cover.

"Whizzer, flank them!" Steve barked, hurling his shield at an approaching soldier.

Whizzer was gone in a blur, disarming enemy after enemy with lightning speed. Blonde Phantom fired carefully from behind a fallen tree, each shot finding its mark.

Steve fought at the center, his shield deflecting energy blasts as he charged forward. He slammed into a Hydra soldier, sending him crashing into another.

"Stay sharp!" Steve called over the chaos. "This is just the beginning!"

From the shadows, a Hydra commander sneered as he activated a communication device.

"They're here. Inform the Red Skull—everything is going as planned."

The battlefield was a storm of gunfire and smoke. Hydra soldiers swarmed in from all sides, flanking the squad with ruthless precision. Their eerie chants of "Hail Hydra!" echoed across the woods.

Steve Rogers fought with the ferocity of a man who had nothing left to lose. His shield spun through the air, knocking down soldiers in its path, before he caught it mid-run. Blonde Phantom ducked behind cover, reloading her pistol and taking precise shots.

"Steve!" Louise called out over the chaos. "There's too many of them!"

Steve gritted his teeth. "Hold the line! Whizzer—where are you?"

From a blur in the trees, Whizzer emerged, tearing through the Hydra ranks like a whirlwind. He stopped briefly beside Steve, panting but grinning. "You called?"

"Hit their flank!" Steve ordered, his shield deflecting another blast. "We'll push through!"

Whizzer saluted cheekily. "On it, Cap!" In a flash, he was gone again, leaving a trail of Hydra soldiers disarmed or stunned in his wake.

Just as it seemed the squad was gaining ground, a low mechanical hum rose in the distance. The earth began to shake, and from between the trees, a monstrous machine rolled into view. It was a Hydra tank—massive, bristling with weapons, and unlike anything they'd seen before.

Steve's eyes narrowed. "They brought a Panzer?"

"No," Blonde Phantom said grimly, "that's worse."

The Hydra tank opened fire, sending a blast of energy toward the team. Steve dove out of the way, narrowly avoiding the explosion as debris rained down.

"Whizzer!" Steve shouted. "Take out that gunner!"

Whizzer sped toward the tank, dodging bursts of fire. He climbed onto the machine and ripped open its hatch, tossing the gunner aside. But before he could celebrate, a Hydra soldier fired a shot, grazing his side. Whizzer cried out and fell, hitting the ground hard.

"Whizzer!" Blonde Phantom yelled.

Steve sprinted toward his fallen teammate, his shield raised to protect them both. "You okay?"

Whizzer winced, clutching his side. "I'll live, Cap. Just… slower than usual."

Steve helped him to his feet, his gaze dark. "Stay behind me. Louise, cover us!"

Blonde Phantom laid down suppressing fire, keeping the Hydra soldiers pinned as Steve pushed forward.

"We need to take out that tank!" Steve shouted over his shoulder. "Louise—explosives!"

Blonde Phantom smirked, pulling out a small satchel of Allied dynamite. "I thought you'd never ask."

Steve tossed her his shield. "Cover me."

With the dynamite in hand, Steve sprinted through the smoke and gunfire, zig-zagging toward the tank. Hydra's soldiers fired relentlessly, but Blonde Phantom threw the shield with perfect precision, knocking their aim off balance.

Steve reached the tank, planting the explosives on its underside before leaping clear.

"Louise!" he shouted. "NOW!"

From cover, Blonde Phantom fired a single shot, igniting the fuse. The tank erupted in a thunderous explosion, sending pieces of shrapnel flying into the woods. The Hydra ranks faltered, stunned by the loss of their weapon.

Steve stood, breathing heavily as the flames reflected off his uniform. "That's one less Hydra toy to worry about."

Blonde Phantom joined him, Whizzer limping alongside her. "Nice work, Cap," she said, smiling despite the chaos.

But Steve's expression remained tense. He glanced deeper into the forest, where more Hydra troops were regrouping.

"This isn't over," Steve said grimly. "Red Skull's still out there. And he's waiting for us."

The battlefield now lay quiet, smoke rising in thin spirals as Hydra soldiers fell back, regrouping deeper into the forest. Captain America stood tall, surveying the aftermath with a grim determination. Whizzer, still favoring his injured side, leaned against a tree for support, his usual energy dampened by the fight.

Blonde Phantom approached, brushing ash off her trench coat. "We've pushed them back, but it's no victory yet. This was just their vanguard."

Steve nodded, his jaw tight. "They're stalling us. Red Skull is waiting somewhere—he's letting us exhaust ourselves before the real fight begins."

Whizzer forced a smirk through his pain. "Well, let's not keep the ugly guy waiting. Any chance of a pep talk, Cap?"

Steve turned to them both, his gaze fierce yet reassuring. "Hydra thinks fear wins wars. They think their weapons and fanaticism will break us." He clenched his shield. "But we're here because we fight for something bigger than ourselves. Every inch we push forward—every step—is a victory they can't erase."

Blonde Phantom offered a quick nod, reloading her pistol. "I'm with you, Captain."

Whizzer grinned weakly, flexing his fingers. "I'm good for another round."

*

*

The trio advanced through the dense woods, the towering trees casting eerie shadows as the sun began to sink. Hydra's retreat had been deliberate—something Steve could feel in his gut.

"Keep sharp," Steve muttered, holding up his shield as they moved in a triangular formation. Blonde Phantom scanned the treeline, while Whizzer darted ahead in short bursts to scout the path.

A faint whistle broke the silence.

"DOWN!" Steve shouted.

A mortar shell exploded nearby, flinging dirt and debris into the air. More explosions followed, and from the shadows, Hydra troops burst forth, surrounding them in an orchestrated ambush.

"Ambush!" Blonde Phantom yelled, taking cover behind a fallen log. Her pistol cracked in rapid succession as she picked off approaching soldiers.

Steve surged forward, his shield deflecting gunfire with a thunderous clang. He smashed through Hydra lines, disarming and incapacitating soldiers with unmatched precision.

"Whizzer, MOVE!" Steve shouted.

Whizzer gritted his teeth, forcing himself into a blur of motion. He struck soldiers with lightning-fast blows, but his earlier wound slowed him down. A Hydra officer caught him with a rifle butt, sending him sprawling.

"WHIZZER!" Steve's shield sailed through the air, striking the officer before ricocheting back to him. He dove to help Whizzer, pulling him up.

"I'm fine, Cap," Whizzer groaned. "Just keep going!"

Blonde Phantom's voice cut through the chaos. "Steve! Look out!"

From the treeline, a familiar figure stepped forward—tall, ominous, draped in black. His crimson mask gleamed in the dying light.

Red Skull.

"Well, well, Captain," Red Skull sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "You and your little 'team' have been quite a nuisance. I must congratulate you for making it this far."

Steve straightened, shield raised defensively. "Your reign of terror ends here, Red Skull. Surrender, and maybe you'll live to see a prison cell."

Red Skull laughed—a cold, soulless sound. "Prison? I have no need for such human trifles. Hydra will thrive, long after you're gone."

With a signal from Red Skull, Hydra's elite soldiers emerged, weapons trained on the squad. Whizzer leaned against Steve, barely able to stand. Blonde Phantom reloaded once more, her face pale but determined.

Steve set his jaw, staring down the madman before him. "This isn't over, Skull. You think you've won, but you'll never break us. You'll never win."

Red Skull tilted his head, his smirk hidden beneath the mask. "We shall see, Captain. Hydra… will always rise."

The sound of tanks rumbling in the distance sent a chill down Steve's spine.

"Fall back!" Steve ordered, grabbing Whizzer's arm. "Blonde Phantom, cover our retreat!"

"Go!" she shouted, firing relentlessly to keep the Hydra troops at bay.

As Steve and Whizzer escaped deeper into the forest, Red Skull's laughter echoed behind them. The fight was far from over—and the full might of Hydra had only just been revealed.

The trio dashed through the dense forest, the ground rumbling as Hydra tanks plowed after them. Trees splintered under cannon fire, sending splinters and debris in every direction. Steve grunted, half-carrying Whizzer, who stumbled with each step.

"Keep moving, Whizzer!" Steve urged. "We're almost clear."

"I can still run!" Whizzer wheezed, though his pale face told another story.

Blonde Phantom kept pace behind them, firing controlled shots to slow the Hydra pursuit. "We can't outrun those tanks forever, Captain!" she called, breathing hard.

Steve's mind raced. The situation was bleak—Red Skull had Hydra's full force at his disposal, and the squad was running on fumes. But they weren't beaten yet.

The trio tumbled into a narrow ravine, concealed beneath the cover of thorny brush. Steve signaled for silence, crouching as the Hydra forces rolled past above them. The earth trembled as tank treads clanked overhead.

After a long, tense silence, Blonde Phantom slumped against the ravine wall, her hands trembling as she reloaded her weapon. "We're alive… barely."

Steve set Whizzer down gently and looked him over. Whizzer's uniform was soaked with sweat, his wound bleeding again.

"Whizzer," Steve said, his tone serious, "you can't keep this up. You need rest."

Whizzer flashed a weak grin. "What, and miss all the fun? Nah, Cap. I'll hold out a little longer."

Steve sighed, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "You don't have to prove anything. You've done more than enough."

"Don't you get it, Cap?" Whizzer murmured, his voice soft but resolute. "You gave me something to fight for—a reason to be more than just a guy who runs fast. I'm not sitting this out."

Blonde Phantom shook her head, smirking faintly. "Idiots, the both of you." She looked at Steve. "So what now, Captain? Hydra's forces are pushing us toward Red Skull. We're walking into his trap."

Steve's expression hardened. "Then we walk in together, but this time, we hit back. Hydra has Red Skull, but we have each other."

Night was falling when they finally emerged from the ravine, the Hydra compound looming before them in the clearing. Massive spotlights pierced the gloom, sweeping over the snow-dusted ground. Soldiers marched in disciplined formations, their chants echoing ominously.

Steve raised his shield, looking at the others. "This ends tonight."

Blonde Phantom checked her pistol and nodded. "Agreed."

Whizzer managed to stand, breathing hard. "Let's send these creeps running back to their Skull-faced boss."

Captain America turned toward the compound, his voice low and resolute. "For every innocent they've hurt, for every war they've started… we bring them down."

The Hydra compound loomed ahead like a nightmare etched in steel and concrete. Its banners, marked with the skull-and-tentacle insignia, fluttered ominously in the freezing wind. Spotlights swept across the courtyard, illuminating waves of soldiers patrolling the perimeter.

Steve crouched low behind a snowbank, his shield strapped tight to his arm. Beside him, Blonde Phantom rechecked her pistols, and Whizzer, despite his weakening state, managed a confident smirk.

"Feels like they're rolling out the red carpet for us," Whizzer muttered.

Steve peered out carefully. "This isn't a welcome. It's a trap."

Blonde Phantom exhaled sharply. "So what's the play, Captain?"

Steve turned to them, his expression resolute. "We split up. Phantom, take out the watchtowers. Whizzer, create a distraction and draw the ground forces away from the gate. I'll hit the main entrance and confront Red Skull."

Blonde Phantom hesitated. "And what if Whizzer can't keep up?"

Whizzer grinned. "Who says I can't? I'm still faster than any of their bullets."

Steve gave them both a firm nod. "We don't stop until Hydra's out of business. For good."

Within seconds, Whizzer bolted out of cover, blurring through the snow like a phantom wind. Sirens erupted across the compound as Hydra soldiers scrambled to track him. Shots rang out, but none hit their mark. Whizzer zigzagged through the chaos, knocking over crates and leading entire squads into disarray.

"Come on, slowpokes!" he shouted, a wild grin plastered across his face. "Can't catch me?"

He slammed into one Hydra soldier, darting past before the man could react. Despite his bravado, Whizzer winced as the strain of his injury flared up. Keep moving. Keep them chasing you.

Perched on a ledge, Blonde Phantom moved like a shadow. With calculated precision, she fired at each watchtower, taking out Hydra snipers one by one. Muffled cries echoed through the wind as guards fell, their spotlights flickering out.

"Three down," she whispered to herself. "One more to go."

She lined up the final shot, her finger steady on the trigger. A sudden explosion rocked the compound, and her gaze darted to the courtyard—Whizzer had drawn out an armored Hydra tank.

"Damn it, Frank," she muttered. "Always pushing it too far."

Steve Rogers used the chaos to sprint toward the compound's main entrance, shield up as bullets ricocheted off its vibranium surface. He barreled through the door, sending guards flying with a thunderous crash. Inside, Hydra agents swarmed him, but Steve fought like a one-man army.

One soldier lunged with a knife—Steve disarmed him in a fluid motion, knocking him out with the edge of his shield. Another fired at point-blank range, but Steve ducked, driving a fist into his chest.

"For the Reich!" a voice screamed as a Hydra officer charged.

Steve caught him mid-stride, flipping him over and sending him sprawling. "You picked the wrong side," he growled.

Deeper into the compound, the air turned eerily still. Steve pushed open the doors to a massive chamber, its walls adorned with Hydra banners and ominous machinery.

There, standing at the far end, was Red Skull himself—tall, gaunt, and monstrous. His crimson face seemed to sneer under the dim light.

"Captain Rogers," Red Skull purred, his German accent cold and calculated. "You never cease to disappoint me. Always the perfect soldier."

Steve tightened his grip on his shield. "The war ends here, Skull."

Red Skull chuckled, gesturing to the machinery around him. "No, Captain. The war has only just begun."

A loud hum filled the room as the machines activated, casting ominous green light across the floor.

Steve's eyes narrowed. "What are you planning?"

Red Skull spread his arms wide. "Hydra will rise eternal. And this world—you and your allies—will kneel before its power."

The machinery hissed and sparked

as Red Skull activated the device-a

massive energy generator pulsating

with ominous green light. Strange

arcs of power swirled in the air,

tearing through the chamber like

lightning.

Steve stood firm, shield raised, his

silhouette defiant against the storm.

"Whatever you're planning, Skull, it

ends now."

Red Skull sneered, his red visage

twisting with contempt. "You still

cling to your pathetic ideals, Rogers

Strength will rule this world, not your

obsolete morality!"

Suddenly, Hydra soldiers swarmed

into the chamber, their weapons

drawn.

"Take him down!" Skull commanded,

retreating toward the machine.

Steve sprang into action, hurling his

shield with pinpoint accuracy. It slammed into one soldier, ricocheting into another before returning to his grasp. Steve charged forward, fists flying as he engaged the Hydra forces in brutal hand-to-hand combat.

As the fight raged, Blonde Phantom burst through a side entrance, guns blazing. She dropped soldiers with expert precision, covering Steve's advance.

"Thought you could use a hand, Rogers!" she called, reloading swiftly.

About time!" Steve shouted back, knocking out another soldier.

Then, a blur of motion swept across

the room--Whizzer, pushing himself

beyond his limits, slammed into a

squad of Hydra soldiers, scattering

them like bowling pins

"Is this all you've got?" Whizzer jeered, though his breaths came harder now, his injuries worsening.

Steve caught his gaze, concern

flashing across his face. "Frank,

don't push yourself!"

Whizzer grinned weakly. "Save the

lecture, Cap. I've got plenty of speed

left."

With Hydra's forces faltering, Red

Skull growled in frustration. He turned back to the machine, adjusting its controls as the energy pulsed violently. The ground

trembled beneath them.

Steve advanced, shield raised. "Turn

it off, Skull!"

Red Skull turned, his face illuminated by the machine's eerie glow. "You're too late, Rogers! The world will know Hydra's power!"

Suddenly, he slammed his fist onto a

final lever. The machine roared to

life, unleashing a massive wave of

energy. The force sent Steve, Blonde

Phantom, and Whizzer sprawling to

the floor

The walls cracked. Debris rained from the ceiling

Steve pulled himself to his feet, his ears ringing. Through the chaos, he saw Whizzer--staggering but standing-his expression one of grim determination.

"We can't let him finish this," Steve

said, turning to his allies.

Whizzer wiped blood from the corner

of his mouth. "Then l'II stop him. No

matter what it takes."

*

The Hydra generator roared, its energy spiraling out of control, threatening to engulf the entire facility. Red Skull cackled madly, his silhouette illuminated by the chaotic green glow.

Whizzer, panting heavily and gripping his ribs, stumbled forward. "I can stop it. I'm fast enough. I'll overload it from the inside."

Steve grabbed his arm. "Frank, no! There's got to be another way."

Whizzer shook his head, smiling through the pain. "You said it yourself, Cap. Sometimes, we've gotta make the hard call. It's my turn."

Blonde Phantom's voice trembled. "Frank, don't—"

"Louise," Whizzer cut her off softly. "You and Rogers—keep fighting the good fight. I'll finish this."

Before anyone could stop him, Whizzer shot forward in a blur of speed, pushing past Red Skull and diving into the core of the machine.

The generator screamed as Whizzer tore through its inner workings, sparks flying. Red Skull's triumphant expression crumbled into horror.

"No! You fool—"

A deafening explosion rocked the facility. Steve instinctively dove for cover, pulling Blonde Phantom with him as the energy imploded. The blast consumed the generator and sent shockwaves through the Hydra base, collapsing walls and burying everything in rubble.

When the dust settled, the room was silent.

Steve rose to his feet, coughing. Blonde Phantom looked around desperately. "Frank?"

The remains of the generator smoldered in the center of the chamber. Whizzer was gone.

Steve's shoulders slumped, his expression heavy with grief. "He did it. He saved us all."

Outside the facility, the Allied forces arrived to secure the area, battling the last remnants of Hydra. Red Skull had vanished, his fate uncertain.

As dawn broke over the battlefield, Steve stood on a hill, holding Whizzer's cracked goggles in his hands. Blonde Phantom stood beside him, silent, her face streaked with tears.

"He was a hero," Steve said quietly. "One of the best."

Blonde Phantom nodded, her voice breaking. "He'd want us to keep going."

Steve looked to the horizon, resolve hardening in his gaze. "We will. For him."

*

*

Later, as Steve and Bucky led one final charge against Hydra, fate intervened. A Hydra aircraft, sabotaged during the battle, spiraled out of control. With no way to escape, Steve steered it away from Allied forces, sacrificing himself to save countless lives.

Bucky reached for Steve but was pulled away by Hydra soldiers. "Steve!"

The plane vanished into the Arctic skies.

The war ended, but its heroes were scattered. Blonde Phantom survived, carrying Whizzer's memory with her. Bucky's fate remained unknown, whispers of Hydra experimentation in the shadows.

And Steve Rogers, the man who refused to quit, was lost to history, his legend frozen in time.

But legends endure.