The forest stands like a cathedral carved from frost and silence. Darkness here is not empty. It has depth. It pools between the trees, swallowing shapes, turning distance into uncertainty. Trunks appear and vanish as your eyes strain, black pillars dissolving into deeper black. The snow underfoot whispers rather than crunches, a soft, dry sound like paper being folded far away. Frost clings to everything. It glitters faintly when starlight catches it, tiny constellations scattered across bark and frozen air. breath blooms in pale clouds, briefly alive before fading into nothing. And somewhere deep inside, between tall pines, intense fight. Avengers on a mission. blows, bullets, arrows, web in air. Dr. Strange casting spells, throwing HYDRA agents around like plushies. Loki’s tricks making their mind spin. Tony Stark lacing in air in his suit like pro-acrobatic bird along with Peter, who swings on web. Steve and Widow along with Hawkeye and Hulk performing combat fight, mixed with firearms. HYDRA soldiers can’t stand this, they can’t win. Thor’s fist landing on last soldier’s jaw, sending him into tree. Avengers moving further. deeper. in darkness of cold nature to find abandoned HYDRA secret base with documents.

And yet, beneath that suffocating quiet, there’s a pulse. The faintest sense that something moves beyond sight. Not seen, not heard—just known. The taiga doesn’t feel empty. It feels occupied. something’s wrong. they’re not alone in here.

Tall pines rise in endless ranks, their needles stiff with ice, each branch sagging under the weight of fresh snow that glows faintly under a star-choked sky. The air is razor-thin and bitter, the kind that bites inside your lungs and leaves a ghost of pain behind every breath. No wind moves. The world feels paused, as if something immense is listening. as they moved further, vivid scent of death creeped into air more. thicker. meadow in front of them. Abandoned Hydra base coming in sight. around it: glade without trees. only snow, lone branches and… blood.

black, thick web all around area. cocoons oozing with congealed, thick blood, more like a porridge made of entrails. from branches around hanging down HYDRA soldiers with web around their necks. half of bodies on floor - beaten up to death. many of them ripped into pieces, other part with ripped faces. picture like in horror film. no one in sight around. but they can feel it. feel, how someone or something somewhere here. behind, above, beside. anywhere. just near.