6 Chapter (6) Cosmic Big Bosses
In Harbour City,
Louisiana, USA.
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The morning breeze is cold, and the sun is on its way to reaching the zenith, intensifying the atmosphere with each passing second.
At this moment, in the rural yard of Maria Rambeau's house, surrounded by greenery, the black shadow of a tree looms over an already black-skinned man, one of his eyes concealed behind a silver eyepatch.
Freshly bandaged scratch marks adorn his face, resembling a vertical slash, while a cute kitten rests on his shoulder.
"Star punch! Woosh... woosh! Aunt, did you see that? Didn't I do better than you?" Not far away, a spirited black girl mimics her aunt and newfound superhero, Carol Danvers, her current role model.
"Monica, what are you up to, sweetheart? It's bad manners to do that. Apologize to your aunt," Maria says with concern, on the verge of tears as Carol had already mentioned leaving soon.
"Just playing around, Mom," Monica replies with an innocent smile as she tries other poses of her favorite aunt, Carol.
"Let's save the superhero stuff for another time, kiddo. Your aunt and Mr. Fury need to talk about something. Besides, you haven't bathed. Let's go, or else you'll be a smelly hero, not the cool one," Maria convinces her daughter, patting her head.
"Yuck... no... let's go, Mom," Monica answers instantly, panic evident as she no longer acts but drags her mother inside their wooden home.
Both Carol and Nick Fury ignore this, but after they leave, Fury's expression becomes serious as he speaks.
"Miss Carol, I spoke with Phil yesterday."
Carol Danvers, with her annoying, all-knowing smile, replies,
"The one who let us go in LA?"
"Yeah, that one, Phil Coulson the Rookie with gut," Nick Fury informs her, his gaze fixed on the ascending sun.
"There have been reports of supernatural activities coming from New York. They say a giant book appeared in the sky yesterday and lasted for 20 minutes."
Carol's face fills with concern as she listens to Fury's words, her white shirt transforming into her red costume.
"You want me to go with you to solve this little trouble?"
"Not that I want to," Fury responds, a hint of hesitation in his voice. "But the world here is different from the one you've known for years, Danvers. We're not as advanced... we're not Kree, nor are we Skrull; we're far behind. I don't want to use the communicator you've given me this early, and a 5 or 6-day delay won't be much for an existence like yours."
Fury places a small white kitten on the ground, and it growls at him in response.
"Meow, *meow*," the kitten protests.
"You have a point, Agent Fury," Carol says, deep in thought. "But I want to defeat the Supreme Intelligence as soon as possible. If I fail, I fear even C53 itself might burn in the flame of war."
"We call it Earth, Miss Carol. It's my... no, our homeland. Forget it. Do I take that as a yes?" Fury asks, hoping for her agreement.
"Ugh... alright. I'll stay only for 5 more days," she concedes.
*Swish*
An energy blast erupts from Carol's hand, obliterating a nearby tree.
"New York it is," she declares firmly.
Meanwhile, a smile forms on Fury's lips as he connects to Phil Coulson and relays the news.
"Arrange a 7-star hotel for our guest, Coulson. She's coming."
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Meanwhile...
Bellevue Hospital, New York.
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A black car pulls up to the entrance gate of Bellevue Hospital in New York City.
The car door swings open, and the imposing figure of Wilson Fisk, also known as the Kingpin, emerges.
Acknowledging his driver with a nod, he strides purposefully towards the hospital entrance.
Inside, the hospital is a hive of activity, but for Kingpin, time seems to slow down as he makes his way towards the maternity ward.
His trusted advisor and sidekick James Wisely, follows closely behind, providing a silent yet comforting presence.
Upon reaching the room, Kingpin feels his heart race with killing intent.
As the Kingpin had already lost his dignity,His 'Great Dragon Will', now for the past two years, he has been trying his best to get hard but couldn't.
Even after marriage, he didn't touch his wife.
Now somehow his wife is pregnant, although it was the day when he was drunk so he doesn't remember much, but there is a vague feeling that he has been cuckolded.
He takes a deep breath and pushes open the door, stepping inside.
Entering he sees, In the hospital bed lies Vanessa, his beloved wife, her eyes filled with a mix of joy and exhaustion.
"Wilson, you're finally here, my love," Vanessa says with relief and happiness evident in her voice.
Kingpin crosses the room in long strides, taking Vanessa's hand in his own.
"It must have been difficult for you. Are you in pain? You're still sweating," he asks, his voice reflecting his emotions.
Meanwhile, expecting some rewards, a nurse approaches him, carrying a bundled newborn in blankets.
With a smile, she gently places the baby in Kingpin's arms.
"It's a girl, sir," the nurse announces, her tone filled with warmth.
Kingpin gazes down at the baby girl, his emotions stirring a mixture of disgust, anger, and morbid thoughts.
"She's perfect, isn't she?" Vanessa whispers, tears shimmering in her eyes.
Kingpin returns to the present moment, nodding.
Though his voice expresses strong emotions, he remains calm on the surface.
"She is everything we've ever wanted. Beautiful and elegant... just like she should be. Especially her eyes."
At these words, Vanessa's brow furrows, and she mutters,
"Yeah, h-honey, she's our l-little princess, isn't she? Wh-what do you want to n-name her? I th-think she'll m-make us proud... I'm t-tired, honey... W-well, what do you want to n-name her?"
Hearing her words, anger inside Kingpin pushes to its limits, and he shouts,
"SHUT UP, WILL YA!"
"Honey, I'm ill. Can we please talk later? You're scaring me... Please, honey," Vanessa pleads, her pain evident.
Kingpin almost breaks the diamond-tipped cane in his hands, standing up he throws the chair he was seated on towards the window.
Creak...
Creak...
And So he Advances towards venessa and he then grabs her neck in his grip, his hands tightening around it while he exlaims,
"Her eyes are green... Tell me... hahahah... TELL ME... who you have been FUCKED WITH, YOU SLUT. Do you take me for a fool?"
