Vanessa remained silent, and Wilson Fisk immediately offered reassurance.
"My dear, wait for me at home. I'll come to you in an hour."
Vanessa knew who Wilson truly was, a mob kingpin.
But in her eyes, he was different from the rest. Refined. Cultured. Genuinely in love.
She accepted that love, pure and unconditional.
"Just… be careful."
"I will."
With one final look, Fisk tapped the roof of the car, and Vanessa was driven off into the night.
Then, turning with a slow breath, he straightened his white suit and marched into the nearby alley.
A figure stood waiting in the shadows.
"I've been looking for you," Fisk growled. "Didn't think you'd dare show up in front of me."
"Fisk… I will see you behind bars," Daredevil replied coldly.
With a click, Daredevil joined his twin batons into a staff, then split them again into chained nunchaku, his signature, flashy technique on full display.
Fisk scoffed.
A snap of his fingers, his men surged forward.
Twang!
An arrow came from nowhere, striking one thug in the shoulder.
Another pierced through a leg. Chaos.
Daredevil whirled through the crowd like a crimson storm.
His batons cracked bone, broke wrists, sent men toppling.
Then, he turned to face Fisk directly, weapon pointed.
Defiant.
Fisk… smiled.
Not in fear,
But in hunger.
He drove his fist into the brick wall beside him.
Boom!
It exploded like a cannon had hit it.
Daredevil's expression shifted. He leapt back instinctively, hurling his staff.
At the last moment, it split in two, connected by a line, slipping past Fisk's block.
Whap!
The end struck Fisk's torso.
And did absolutely nothing.
"Tonight, Daredevil… you die!"
Daredevil barely avoided the next punch, staff reforming as he landed.
Another arrow flew in.
Thunk.
It embedded in Fisk's arm, only half a centimeter deep.
Didn't even break the skin.
Fisk glanced at it, then snapped the shaft with a flex.
"You bring a backup archer and expect to beat me? Pathetic."
High above, Hawkeye muttered,
"What the hell is this guy made of… titanium?"
Three minutes later.
Daredevil was losing ground.
Fisk's fists were brutal, each one a car crash.
Even glancing blows rattled his bones.
Hawkeye's arrows did little more than annoy him.
Then, CRASH!
A misstep.
Fisk slammed Daredevil into the alley wall like a ragdoll.
He reeled, dazed, just in time to see Fisk's arm wind up for the killing blow.
But,
Whistle. FLASH.
A different arrow struck Fisk's side, this one with a blinking red light.
Beep... Beep... Beep...
BOOM!
The explosion sent Fisk flying.
His pristine white suit, now charred and torn.
By the time he got up, coughing dust and fury, the alley was empty.
Daredevil was gone.
"Damn you, Daredevil! I'll crush you with my own hands!"
He had tanked an entire duo, one a melee powerhouse, the other a sharpshooter.
And they still couldn't take him down.
Fisk's Next Move
Wounded, smoldering, and furious, Fisk remembered Vanessa.
He hurried home, showered, and changed into another white suit.
As the car sped toward Vanessa's home, he dialed his phone.
"Rory. I've been compromised. I need another dose. I want to enhance my body again."
Meanwhile… Underground in Hell's Kitchen
Rory was enjoying a quiet dinner, celebrating Frank Castle's vengeance finally achieved.
But Frank didn't look relieved.
He didn't look anything.
He stared down at his wallet, where an old family photo peeked out under the dim light.
The fire inside him, the one fueled by vengeance, was out.
What remained was darkness.
A hollow that no bullet could fill.
In that moment, he seemed to melt into the rust-stained pipes and mildew-coated walls.
Rory didn't disturb him.
Instead, he turned to David.
"So, David. Now that this is all over, what's next?"
David had thought about that.
"I've got the evidence. The bastards are dead. I just need to pass everything to Agent Madani at Homeland Security. My name will be cleared."
"And after that?"
"Well… I can't go back to the agency. I'll probably get a regular job. Can't let Sarah support the family on her own."
Sarah, his wife, still didn't know he was alive.
Rory cracked open a beer.
It might as well have been soda to him now.
Glug glug.
Half a bottle vanished in one swig.
"David, ever considered working for me?"
David blinked.
"Working for… you?"
"Nothing shady. Just intel, data, monitoring trends. From home. Spend more time with family. Get paid well."
No hesitation.
"If it pays enough, I'm in."
They clinked their drinks in a casual toast.
Just as Rory set his can down, ring ring, his phone lit up.
Caller: Wilson Fisk.
Rory shot David a look, then walked aside to take the call.
"Rory, I need to enhance myself again."
"Who's after you?" Rory asked, curious.
Fisk gave a rough summary of what had just happened.
Rory instantly guessed who:
Daredevil and Hawkeye.
'Those two? Together? And targeting Fisk?' Rory thought. Something didn't add up.
Daredevil was a vigilante.
Hawkeye worked for S.H.I.E.L.D.
Only one explanation,
They're not after Fisk. They're after me.
If Fisk went down, he'd be next.
The third phase of gene reinforcement had to happen soon.
A plan began to form.
"Come by tomorrow morning," Rory said.
"Thank you."
Fisk breathed a sigh of relief.
After everything he'd spent, money, resources, favors, this was what it had all been for.
The raw, addictive power he'd once tasted…
He needed it again.
Frank Speaks
As Rory turned, Frank broke the silence behind him.
"He's a crime lord. You're just gonna help him? You should've killed the bastard."
Since his revenge, Frank had shown no interest in anything except blood and justice.
He wasn't insane, he just believed:
"Evil deserves death."
Rory chuckled.
"You're right, Fisk's a villain. He manipulates the law, amasses power for profit. But you?"
Frank stared him down.
"I ignore the law."
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