When you looked at it from HYDRA’s point of view, it was actually kind of funny how little SHIELD knew about alien invasions. Apparently if you didn’t tear an interdimensional hole over Manhattan and swarm whole robot-whales through, the so-called World Security Council didn’t even notice.
HYDRA noticed. That was how they would rule; how they would conquer! They had informants, tendrils in a vast web, spread across the world to detect the minutest signs of the extraordinary, the impossible. They would find it, and contain it, and use it to their advantage!
…If the SF fans didn’t beat them there first.
For a bunch of loser geeks who supposedly lived in people’s basements, any group of fans always seemed to turn up a couple owl-blinking types in glasses who just happened to get the menace to disperse. Somehow.
“Mardi Gras beads,” Mullen was groaning, brown hair knocked out of her neat bun.
George cringed despite himself. “Mull, snap out of it, you’re having a nightmare.” As well she might. The alien zombie swarm through the French Quarter had barely made the local news; Zed Team had found that out later, at the time they’d been too busy trying to escape the slavering hordes with their lives and one of the mini-stasis pods intact. Who would have thought tawdry green and purple beads that’d been jiggled on – um, areas they pixilated in primetime – would constitute being blessed by a true priestess of Damballah and stop the mechanical undead in their tracks?
HYDRA hadn’t been exactly happy when Zed turned up without the stasis pod. Huge honkin’ big snake did not, to the upper levels, constitute a good excuse. Though the voodoo doll made out of Chinese fortune cookies had apparently been a big hit in Research.
A/N: I suspect Zed Team is still alive because they’ve unknowingly gathered multiple blessings from whatever mess they happened to stumble into. Also so HYDRA has a team they can point to for incoming agents and say, “See those guys? Don’t be those guys.”
…Which is why HYDRA has not, yet, taken over the world.