(WHOA! Hey everybody, wassup? I had spent weeks and several sleepless nights to get this entire last chapter done but seeing how big it was all together I decided to divide it up into not one, not two, but three parts!

*Pauses as the audience screams excited*

And that's not all! I'd like to seriously, no seriously, thank both the Marvel Studios and BioWare Corp for making these two monumental items for people like myself, a humble fan and inspired writer/artist to be inspired to write and draw in honor of their accomplishments.

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*Twilightnite13 remained silent to honor the two companies for their hardwork. He then stood up again and said into a mic* Are you all ready!?

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*Cole appeared in a puff of smoke as he told the readers* Please do not forget to read and review this and the other two parts that will be coming soon.)


When the surviving commandos returned to London, Philips was angered, not only did they lose a good soldier but they also learned that there was now a demon involved. The colonel felt like he stepped out of reality and entered some kind of fantasy story. But the eye-witness accounts and visual recordings recovered from the Hydra train proved the existence of the demon that took Bucky away from them. Medical staff performed an autopsy on the Hydra soldier. Once processed, they showed their findings to a more irate colonel who discovered that the body had begun to ignite and burn away before Captain Rogers and Cole had ended the soldier's life. Filing it in his "Deal with it later" pile, the Colonel decided on how to get Dr. Zola to talk, even though he didn't seem to have a cyanide pill like all of the Hydra prisoners that they had taken in before. The idea just came to him as he needed to make a call to for a dinner plans.


In London, Dr. Zola was escorted into an empty room that contained a stretcher, a table, two chairs. One of the SSR soldier handed the minute scientist his glasses for him to see his surroundings better. He focused on the stretcher and noticed small droplets of what appeared to be blood.

Fear built up inside him as he imagined what they might do to him in order to make him talk. Before anything conclusive could come into his mind, the door opened, forcing the Swiss scientist to turn and see a man in an American colonel uniform walking in. In his arms was a tray with a glass of milk, salt and pepper shakers, fork and knife, some cut up potatoes and broccoli surrounding a piece of steak.

Sitting down, uncertain, Zola asked the colonel, "What is this?"

"Steak." The colonel replied getting the tray ready for his "guest".

"What is in it?" Zola asked again.

Colonel Philips looked at Zola before sitting down across from him and said, "Cow."

Looking the scientist in the eye, colonel Philips noticed he hadn't touched the plate and asked, "Doctor, do you realize how difficult it is to get ahold of a prime cut like that out here?"

"I don't eat meat." Dr. Zola replied.

Philips' face became grim as he asked, "Why not?"

"It disagrees with me." Dr. Zola answered.

"How about cyanide? Does that give you the rumbly tummy, too?" The colonel asked, bringing up the matter at hand quicker than needed. Dr. Zola smiled at that comment for what, the colonel didn't understand nor did he want to. The colonel turned the tray around and began to eat the food that was supposed to be for the captive doctor, explaining his reasoning.

"Every Hydra agent that we've tried to take alive and have our specialist interrogate crushes a little pill before we could stop 'im."

"Yes, it must be difficult when your specialist is a being from another world. Especially if he's a spirit." Dr. Zola added as he watched the colonel eat. Philips stopped eating to look at the doctor, guessing that Hydra knew about Cole.

Zola smiled, "Our specialist in such things told us about his origins."

Deciding to ignore the talk of spirits and demons, he continued talking, "But not you."

Zola's smile faded, confirming the colonel's theory, which he said, "So here's my brilliant theory. You want to live."

The smile returned to the minute doctor's face as he deduced, "You're trying to intimidate me, Colonel."

"I bought you dinner." Philips pointed out to the tray of food. He then took the paper that was brought in with the food and slid it forward for the Hydra scientist to read.

"'Given the valuable information he has provided and in exchange for his full cooperation, Dr. Zola is being remanded to Switzerland'?" Dr. Zola asked, reading the report on the paper in front of him, looking to the colonel with a confused look on his face.

Sprinkling salt on the remaining food, Colonel Philips, explained, "I sent that message to Washington this morning; of course it was encoded."

He then placed the salt down and taking his fork in hand, the colonel pointed out, "You guys haven't broken those codes, have you? That would be awkward."

Trying to downplay the fear of Schmidt's hearing of his betrayal, Dr. Zola said, "Schmidt will know this is a lie."

"He'll kill you anyway, Doc." The colonel added, "You're a liability. You know more about Schmidt than anyone. Or he could send his specialist to deal with you. Seeing that we have no idea how to deal with those kinds of things from entering our walls, I don't know what could be a worse way to go. Killed by people you believed in, or by something that burns away at you from the inside out. I've seen the autopsy reports. Very painful. I bet that lad that was killed was glad to be free from such pain. And the last guy that you cost us was Captain Roger's and our specialist's closest friend, so I wouldn't count on the best of protection. Physical or Spiritual."

The fear became more noticeable as Dr. Zola looked at the colonel again, "It's you, or Schmidt. It's just the hand you've been dealt."

Taking a second to think of this, Zola began talking, "Schmidt believes he walks in the footsteps of the gods."

Philips gave a slight laugh as he continued to chew food.

"Only the world itself will satisfy him. I believe that's why the demon Rage came to serve him. Why he was like zis Elder One that the boy would know of." Zola reasoned.

"You realize that's nuts, don't you" Colonel Philips asked, hoping that the Hydra scientist hadn't started to believe the talk of spirits, other worlds, and demons.

Dr. Zola gave a slight exhale, like a chuckle and said, smiling slightly, "What? Sanity of the plan is of no consequence. Not with evidence before us."

"And why's that?" Colonel Philips asked, still not buying the whole Spirit and Demon thing.

"Because he can do it!" Dr. Zola proclaimed loudly.

Deciding to get the doctor talking, the colonel asked, seriously, "What's his target?"

"His target, colonel." Zola began, leaning forward, "Is everywhere."

The answer he received from the scientist made the colonel stop eating. He knew it was big but not the entire world. Dr. Zola then let out a little chuckle as he said, "And with demons like Rage assisting him, it will take weeks for him to conquer this world."

The news made the colonel even more upset. He got up, walked away and knocked on the door to instruct the guard to let him out, leaving Zola alone in the room.


In a humongous hanger, a super large bomber, a modified or advanced looking Horten, stood alone. Next to the port side wheel of the bomber stood highly trained Hydra agents, eight pilots in all. Walking passed them were Johann Schmidt and his Demonic accomplice, Rage. As both Red Skull and the demon came into view, the eight pilots stood at attention.

Schmidt stood next to a stool where a tray held a bottle of the best drink that Schmidt had ever tasted and a fancy pint glass. The Red Skull looked out to the army of committed and loyal Hydra agents that were assembled for the plan that Schmidt had been furiously attempting to complete before long. The demon's ability to enhance and corrupt the energy that fueled the pilot's private bombers attached to the giant drained him, but it would definitely be worth it.

Schmidt had learned from his new servant that not only could the demon be fueled and attracted, but greater demons like himself could bring out the rage in people that humans attempted to bury away for one reason or another. So, even if the citizens of their targets were not in the blast radius, the rage effects will still shower over them, causing every man, woman, and child to turn on themselves and begin fighting. Rage had also attempted to open a portal to the demon's realm known as the Fade in order to have more Demons come through in order to assist in his master's plans but it has been proven difficult the lack of inherent mystical energy to draw on, especially for his type of demon.

Turning to the pilots, Schmidt declared, "Tomorrow, Hydra will stand master of the world. Born to victory on the wings of the Valkyrie. Our enemies' weapons will be powerless against us. If they shoot down one plane then hundreds more will rain fires of righteous vengeance upon them!"

Holding up the glass filled with the alcoholic beverage he recited, "If they cut off one head, two more will take its place."

Then raising his glass up, Schmidt said, "Hail Hydra."

The pilots rose their arms up in salute before chanting, "Hail Hydra!"

Schmidt turned his attention to his army. As he raised his glass to them, all raised their arms up and began chanting as well, in unison, "Hail Hydra!"

Rage watched, ready to feed on the rage of the people that might survive their attack. The demon couldn't stop himself from growling, "HaIl HyDrA."


"The Elder One?" Cole asked, listening to what the Colonel reported. His tone was that of fearful terror, in contrast to how it was when the Howling Commandoes were transporting Zola to London.

He was overtaken by the pain that Bucky's death had caused the captain and the rest of the commandoes. Cole began to demand that they kill Zola or he would. The more Cole obsessed over it, the more he felt like a stranger to him; and the feeling that Steve got reminded him of the thing that possessed the Hydra agent on the train.

It had to take both Carter and Stark to try and calm Cole down, reminding him that if he continued on like this, he'd become just as he was before meeting his first ever friend, Rhys. Speaking of bringing people back to their senses, Peggy had found Steve sitting alone in the now destroyed bar to which he and the other members of the Commandoes used to go, with a glass and bottle on the surviving table. Apparently, the captain had tried to get drunk but the serum that was used to turn him into the super-soldier he was today enhanced his cells, making it impossible for the alcohol to affect him because of his new growth of regeneration and healing. Peggy, sitting down, was able to talk sense into Steve Rogers, and they agreed to go together to put an end to Hydra.

However the mention of the Elder One had gotten Cole scared, which was quite opposite to how he usually was.

"That's what he said." Colonel Philips told him, seeing the spirit-boy scared, "Who is the Elder One."

"'Fear inside, blackness as a pool of hate. So much has change. I need to stop it. Bend it to my will.'" Cole stated suddenly as he disappeared and reappeared on one of the tall ledges near the ceiling, rocking back and forth.

"Cole?" Steve asked, more concerned now than ever.

"'Betrayed. Blurred at the edge. Like a faded painting. Too long ago, so much confusion.'" Cole recited as he kept rocking. He appeared on the center of the table as he continued.

"Cole. What has this Elder One done?" Carter asked, fearful for him.

"He tore the hole in the sky. Causing the Fade and the waking world to be connected. Starting with the death of the Divine in Haven, slaughtering, plotting, and scheming. Amassing armies of men and demons to him like grass in a field. The Inquisition, they help to stop, cease, and block him off, stopping his demon army, stopping the assassination. Wishes to take the place of the Maker to make the world the way he remembers it. Forced spirits to become demons while through the Breach. Hurting them, making them lash out and attack in a world too different from their own. Magic strongest ever known, commanding an Archdemon, a dragon to his will. The Venatorri, follow out of guidance and prayer. The Red Templars, follow for duty and order he seeks to establish. Forces spirits to become demons." Cole said, shaking as he said this. He had actually hoped that this world wouldn't need to suffer the way that his was at this moment. But if the demon was able to open a portal the Fade or Thedas, then the Elder One would try to make this world his own too.

While Cole was rambling on, the other commandoes began to worry about this Elder One. A sudden jerk from Steve snapped Cole out of his ranting. He, however continued, looking at Steve, "Freedom wishes to extend to Compassion, offering, unstrengthening him? First of his kind, needing to protect the rights of others, offering shelter, connecting people to each other to help them grow together."

Steve was shocked by what Cole was uttering, as if seeing him as something else. As Carter came close, Cole turned to her, "Faith goes well with courageous actions, helping to enlighten hearts for a better tomorrow. Wishing to the gods to make the hopes of others come true."

Stark approached briefly to motion for Steve and Carter to follow, wanting to talk in private while Cole continued his ranting.

"What's wrong with him?" Peggy asked concerned looking over to Cole.

Howard however deduced, "Mention of the Elder One and how Schmidt's plans to use the demons from Cole's universe or world must have caused him, along with the loss he feels for Sergeant Barnes, to go into an agitated state. He's going to need time to come to terms with the idea of the Elder One becoming involved. He seems to be locked within himself, remembering his time as a spirit, then a demon and his time with this Inquisition. I don't know when he'll snap out of it… who knows how long he lived."

"Well get him out of it." Colonel Philips demanded.

"It's not that simple, he could be like this for who knows how long." Stark said. All four of them turned to Cole, who was now playing innocently play battle with the models of the tanks and having them, the four humans turning to face each other again, "If we force him out of it he might become a demon like the thing Rogers and his squad met on that train."

"There's no such things as Demons, Magic, or Spirits. It's a bunch of horse-hockey." Philips said, loud enough to get the attention of Cole.

Cole suddenly appeared in the middle of their talk and he asked, "You don't believe… The only thing you believe is what your five senses. You only need to believe that I am here to help, that's what I do. That's what I want to do."

The four adult humans looked to each other, surprised at how quickly Cole had recovered. But the look in his eyes revealed that he hadn't recovered at all and was delving deeper into the psychosis.

Thinking quickly, Peggy approached and placed a hand on Cole's shoulder, forcing Cole to turn his attention to the British officer. Startled by the sudden turn of his head, Peggy Carter asked, "Cole. When you first came to us, what was it you wanted to do?"

"Faith asks the question that Compassion should know greatly, what I wanted to do when I arrived. I said…"

Cole paused as he fell silent and said, "I said…"

Realization dawned on him as he said, "I said… I wanted to help protect, help be like Freedom, a shield."

"We need you to please come back and help us, Cole. Only you will be able to help us deal with the demon and help us defeat Hydra." Peggy said, looking at him in the eye.

Cole focused on her before turning his attention to Steve Rogers, Howard Stark, Colonel Philips, and the Howling Commandoes who, hearing Cole's ranting, came to investigate. Cole's memories and mind began to clear themselves as he finally found himself in place, and asked, "Peg?"

Peggy smiled before hugging Cole like an older sister would a younger brother after coming out of a traumatic experience. The others were glad to see Cole back to normal, even as Dugan, in his own colorful way, asked what had happened.

After getting the entire unit's personal assembled, the colonel began speaking on what he had learned from Zola, "Johann Schmidt belongs in a bughouse. He thinks he's a god and is willing to blow up half or consume half of the world in senseless violence in order to prove it, starting with the USA."

"The Elder One, Corypheus, assumed he was bringing the world I am from into proper order as he remembered it, and was willing to commander an army of demons marching across a powerful nation and murder an empress to do it. He will not stop until he makes himself a god, sitting on the Maker's throne, and shape the world the way that he thinks it should be." Cole explained, standing, instead of sitting like the other members of the commandoes. He was giving them insight on how similar Corypheus and the Red Skull were in committing to their plots and schemes.

Approaching the empty seat that was to be Cole's, Howard Stark sat down and he told those assembled, "Schmidt is working with powers beyond our capabilities. He gets across the Atlantic, he will wipe out the entire Eastern Seaboard in an hour."

Everyone looked at each other or glanced over the reports in front of them. Peggy's eyes turned to Steve, her worry well-hidden to all except the spirit in the room.

Gabe looked up and asked the colonel, "How much time do we have?"

"According to my new best friend, under twenty-four hours." Philips answered, looking up at the soldier.

"Where is he now?" Jacques asked.

Philips held up a picture of snowy White Mountains, suggesting a freezing place or somewhere near the cold parts of the world as he pointed, "Hydra's last base, here. In the Alps. Five-hundred feet below the surface."

He tossed the picture and its copies to his side where Jim was sitting, and, studying it, told them, "So what are we supposed to do? I mean, it's not like we can just knock on the front door."

He dropped the images in dismay as he and the others began to feel that infiltrating the base was impossible.

"Why not?" A voice asked, causing all eyes to turn to the Captain, Steve Rogers, unsure of what he is saying. Cole turned to face his friend and sensed determination and anger, causing him to believe he could make it without dying.

This became evident when Steve Rogers looked up at the table's occupants and said, "That's exactly what we're gonna do."


Steve drove himself along on his custom made motorcycle, Liberator, which was made by Stark and his staff, for use in the field. With everything he needed, he drove off to attract the attention of Hydra, driving directly to their base.

It wasn't long before he heard the roar of the engines and looked back to see a patrol of six Hydra agents driving up in assault motorcycles like him, but with more advanced looking weapons and smoother hauls. They began shooting at him, firing bolts of blue energy at the super-soldier.

Flipping a switch near one of the controls of his bikes he set off a trip wire which the first four were able to avoid but the last two got hit and fell off their bikes, hard. Steve, feeling like it was getting too cold for this to be a fair fight, activated the rear-facing flamethrower that took out another two Hydra agents. Looking to his left Steve saw the remaining two were now riding on a different road that soon converge with the one he was on.

Acceleration into his bike, Captain America rode past the two Hydra agents, but not before pulling the pin on one of their grenades. He held the pin up for the two to notice; they looked at each other, and, before they could pursue or even attempt to get off, the two of them exploded along with their motorcycles. Just as Steve turned to face the front, he noticed a Hydra tank, bigger than most, locking on to him. He took his shield from his back and set it up to protect his front as he drove faster. One of the cannons in the bunkers fired, the shield took the dirt that went off around him as he swerved to avoid being hit.

Through the whizzing flash of icy blue light and falling dirt, Captain America noticed the tank rolling forward. So before it could fire on him, Steve flipped another switch to fire his miniature rocket launchers. The tank exploded, leaving only wreckage in its place. Rogers turned his bike to drive up the bunker's wall and land, catching the attention of every Hydra agent in the compound. The Agents fired at him. The explosions of their shots missed Steve as he circled around them, the shells exploded around the Hydra agents, causing them to fall.

Steve then aimed his bike at the heavily fortified front gates and used his control panel to activate the self-destruct function. He squat down low on the seat before pushing off, and, with his shield, dove at the Hydra agent's body, causing them both to fall off the unmanned tank. The unconscious agent fell to the ground while Steve rolled himself back onto his feet. As he ran, an agent attempted to stop him, but throwing his shield at the agent, the captain knocked him out. He then caught the shield as it flew back to him and placed it in front of him as he prepared for the detonation. The bike drove along to the gates until it exploded with the gates, causing those inside to take notice of the captain's presence.

Through the fiery wreckage came the demon of Rage that caused Bucky to be taken away from Captain America and his friends. The demon spotted as the one human fought his way through the Hydra soldiers and roared, charging at him. He boxed the captain in with two other Hydra heavy soldiers, and as the two used their onboard flamethrowers Rage approached, sliding through the jets of fire and swiped his claws at the shield. The moment his claws came in contact with the Vibranium shield, the Rage demon howled in pain and unleashed a powerful blast of fire at the captain, who hid behind his shield. Just when Rage stopped in his assault he saw the shield still standing with him. But it gave more Hydra soldiers with their guns and cannons, surrounding the human.

"YoU eItHeR sUrReNdEr Or BuRn HuMaN." The demon snarled, wanting to kill him, but was explicitly ordered by his master, the Red Skull, to bring the captain to him alive so that he could do the deed himself.

Surprising the demon, because he was able to sense the rage inside the captain, saw as the captain dropped his shield and stopped. Rage, growling ordered, "BrInG hIm To ThE mAsTeR!"

"Yes, Herr Rage." Two soldiers said. They approached Rogers, taking his shield from him, and led him with his arms behind his back. Rage huffed, annoyed that he wasn't able to kill the captain yet, unable to comprehend what is going on. Where was the thing that his master called, "Captain America's puppy." Rage had not seen the supposed Spirit at all. The one call Cole. He went along with the number of Hydra agents that escorted and hauled Captain America away to face their leader.


(What did you all think of that? I was like *imitates an explosion sound with his hands over his head to the air* Mind blown when the idea of adding that event where the Elder One getting involved into this already bad world war would upset Cole. But thankfully they were able to get him out of it before he was locked in his memories forever.

And who really thought that Hydra wouldn't hold the demon in a high position under their leader? Anyone? Anyone at all? I wonder what the next two parts will show? Will the SSR be able to help bring down Hydra? Will Cole be able to deal with the demon on his own? And will Peggy and Steve finally admit their love for one another? Find out on the thrillingly exciting conclusion trilogy: Final Assault beginning anew pt2)