11 No Road Home
(Im like a toxic ex, popping up when you're just starting to give me up and let me go, I pop up with that infamous 'I miss you 😘'. Regarding that, you'll get no reason for my absence.)
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*BOOOM*
*SPPLURT*
Blood squirted out of a gang members head as a bullet forced its way through his cranium. His body slumped to the ground almost instantly as his life rage quit.
"What the hel-"
Bane stormed inside a abandoned factory. He leveled a Desert Eagle at one of the men's chest, his fingers twitching as he felt the cold metal grow increasingly easy with every kill. With the passing second he spoke, his voice a soft, fake plea, "James, please. Don't make me do this."
32 men surrounded the huge man. Guns aimed at his head and body, ready to be littered with bullets. "The hell you want man? I aint do nothin' to fisk, why you here?" James, a burly man himself, exclaimed in visible fear as his face clenched in horror at his circumstances.
"Ohh I know." Bane replied nonchalantly. "I just need…a 'tiny' favor."
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How? How could it come to this? Matt lay in his Stark Industries invested and created personal hospital for heroes. Here many, many heroes came to recuperate without the fear of their identities being revealed.
(Idk if this is a real thing)
She-Hulk stepped up to his side. Silently mourning her broken friend. Her rage boiled just under surface, but she forced it to wait, to patient as eventually, whoever did this would show their head. A quick peak on a camera and she would rain hell upon the person that did this.
"Hey Jennifer!" She was pulled out of her mind by a strong voice.
She looked to the room door. Striking blue eyes and dirty blond hair greeted her. "Steve. Checking on Matt?" She asked, not really caring for a answer.
He nodded as he invited himself in, coming to the other side of Daredevil's broken, lifeless looking body. "What happened…exactly?"
"I dont know-" She shrugged unceremoniously. "-His avengers card pinged him as severely hurt. Thats all we know. For some reason, we don't know exactly what happened. Cameras didn't work, NOTHINGS WORKING!!" A temporary surge of anger overcomes her as she yells out.
"I get it Jen, I do but we have to-"
"No! This bastard will pay!" She storms out of the room in anger. Her footfalls caused small imprints in the reinforced concrete.
"Jen!-" Steve Rodgers sighed to himself. "Why do I have a bad feeling about this?"
The hours had passed steadily, now the middle of the night. Everyone, except the private robots had already left. Matt lay in his bed, his breathing shallow and unsteady as he used to be. Footsteps could be heard coming in the direction of his hospital room.
Daredevil POV——
'W-where? Where….?' I felt something coming to me. 'Consciousness?'
Cool. Damp. Heat from above. A focused light?
I could hear someone coming here. An echo…..a heartbeat, wild and terrified......mine. I couldn't move at all. Scenes of my fight came to me.
Another heartbeat came to me before I could panic about my situation. Steady, and Unconcerned. That heartbeat. I dont even need my radar to fill in the blanks. I know that heartbeat. One of a psychopath!
"The hell happened to you, Red?" A strong, gravely familiar voice asked "Laying there, all…..broken."
His words stung me. I felt so helpless. "Gotta admit, felt like a stalker, watching your room closely for anybody coming to finish the job." Frank Castle, The Punisher. Oh god, did he rescue me from the alley? Oh god…the Punisher, the man that murders other criminals without remorse. "Kinda liked what I saw. Seeing you finally see the light. Sometimes being a 'hero' just wont cut it. The guy that did that to you? He's someone that you don't hesitate with."
No….no, no, NO! He thinks im going to turn into him? "Wha-what?" I barely squeezed out.
"Well, well, well…welcome back, pal."
"Wha?"
"Hmm, what do I want? I came to tell you something, I got his name, I got a lead and im not going to stop until this guy is 6 feet deep, split up into multiple States. And there's nothing you can do about it."
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(Short chapter.)
