Pinned II

[A/N: From now on. The chaptures will be published 00:00 AM | CET. Since this is the time when people are most active around the world and it's better for me. This is the fourth chapter in these two days, so there won't be a chap tomorrow, I'll post a power stone - extra chapter exchange.

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Two figures were standing in the middle of the club. One was at a towering height of two meters while the other barely reaching 1.4 meters.

It was Wilson Fisk, a.k.a Kingpin and Michael, the Honored One.

Wilson, even though he was going against a child that didn't look more than 12 years old, got in a boxing stance. He knew that mutants were dangerous people, and were not to be underestimated.

Michael stood there, he still had the golden deagle in his hands. Even though he knew bullets won't hurt Kingpin due to the bulletproof suit, he wanted to distract him with something.

"Don't you think fighting with a gun is unfair?" asked Wilson.

"You have one too." replied Michael.

'Tsk, well there goes my element of surprise.' thought Wilson as he threw his weapon.

"How about now?" Wilson looked at Michael. He already knew Michael had some ability to disarm people, even though not exactly, he had an inkling feeling that Michael's powers had to do with telekinesis and telepathy. In Wilson's mind, Michael was still a child who can be tricked, close combat was his strongest weapon, not mere gun shooting.

"Alright." Said Michael and put his gun inside his dimensional storage.

Wilson smiled as if victory was already in sight.

"Let's begin!" Wilson said and with quick steps ran towards Michael.

Michael stood on his position without worry.

As soon as Wilson's punch arrived at him, he just took a step backwards.

Wilson stopped after just one punch and looked at Michael, "It seems you're also a martial artist, let's have a good match."

"Sure." Michael nodded.

The two continued with Wilson on the offense.

Wilson seeing that he couldn't really catch the nimble Michael, took a chair from the side and threw it towards Michael will all of his strength.

Michael immediately used his telekinesis and held the chair on air and threw it back at Wilson with the same speed.

Wilson crossed his arms and took the impact. He was fine, but the poor chair was broken into pieces.

Michael took advantage of this and jumped at him, throwing punches.

Michael, when he was in his soul form, analyzed a lot of things because of his boredom.

Fighting was indeed on of them. Because of such a long time remembering things and analyzing, he had obtained eidetic memory. So he could remember a lot of things of his past life.

Fighting was very fun for him, so he tried to come up with the most versatile way of fighting.

He called this way of fighting, 'Reflex Combat'.

He didn't think about the next move of his, he just came up with it as he fought. It was like his mind was programmed to have come up with every possible scenario. As long as his mind worked, he would know what to do.

But obviously, Michael couldn't use this technique due to his body, his body strength was as strong as an athlete's at most.

He couldn't do any damage to Fisk.

"It seems I overestimated you kid. Let's put you to sleep."

Wilson, realizing Michael couldn't hurt him, regained his confidence.

"I still haven't gotten serious baldy, relax. Michael said and smirked.

Purple energy started floating around his fists.

Wilson looked surprised at this, but didn't think much of it and attacked Michael with a powerful front kick with his right leg.

Michael dodged to his left and threw a straight punch filled with dimensional energy directly at Fisk's solar plexus.

Puff!

The moment his fist made contact with Fisk's stomach, Fisk flew, and landed five meters away.

Cough!

Cough!

He stood up, blood was coming out of his mouth.

He looked at Michael in anger. His suit was distorted and felt some of his ribs crack.

Just one of Michael's real attacks made him in such a state.

"You have held back all this time?" asked Wilson.

"Yes, and I've got to say, I didn't think you would go down so easily." said Michael.

Michael truly thought that everyone would have the strength they had in the comics. But fighting against Kingpin proved him otherwise.

In the comics, it was said that Kingpin had the strength of being able to lift up to 1240 pounds and could fight against the likes of Captain America and Spiderman. The kingpin in front of him could at most lift up to 700.

"Are you mocking me brat? I'm a Kingpin, I've built an empire all by myself, yet you, a kid wet behind his years tells me I'm weak?" Wilson was still calm, but his words contained fury.

"Don't take it personal." Michael spoke and then stretched his palm towards Wilson.

Purple energy started to appear, and in the next second a purple energy ball was formed. It could be seen the insides of the ball frantically moved uncontrollably.

The moment this ball of energy made impact, it would explode. It was the extreme version of the one Michael used against Ricard.

Once the Energy reached the size of a tennis ball, Michael asked,

"This is enough to blow your brains out, so I guess I've already won."

"You're bluffing." scoffed Wilson, even though he felt danger from the purple energy, he refused to believe he had already lost this easily.

Michael narrowed his eyes and then fired, 'Explosive Dimensional Blast'.

The purple energy flew at fast speeds towards Wilson, who had his eyes widened.

BOOM!

He closed his eyes and though he was already dead.

"You're not dead." Michael said.

Wilson opened his eyes and noticed he was okay.

He looked behind, where he heard the booming sound and his eyes widened at the sight.

The whole wall behind him was destroyed, leaving a gaping hole.

He looked back once again at Michael.

"So what will it be?" Michael asked and formed another dimensional blast in a second.

"Fine, you win. I'll leave the Goodman Family alone and also give you what you won from our bet. However, you don't interfere with my business ever again."

Even in this position, Kingpin was confident.

"Here I thought we would be good business partners. Anyway, what is it about this place?" Asked Michael.

Cough!

"What do you mean?" Wilson coughed.

"I know you don't care much about your subordinates, but you came. You also showed a reaction when I said I'll destroy this place."

"This place was my childhood house.." Wilson confessed.

"I see.." Michael understood.

"Haha, it seems you don't know everything." Wilson smirked.

"It would be very boring if I did."

"Hah." Wilson sighed and then spoke, "You'll have the cash delivered to your mansion when I have it."

"Good. Doberman, let's go. We're done here." Michael signaled to Doberman, who was still shocked along with Mache and the others. The Kingpin of New York was defeated by a boy.

"A-ah right."

Doberman threw his rifle among the ones already on fire and left with Michael.

Nobody dared to attack them after seeing Michael's powers, even if they had their back turned.

Michael and Doberman were already outside. Doberman opened the door for Michael to enter inside and then they drove off.

"What is your next move, young master?" Doberman asked, still having goosebumps after tonight's spectacle.

Michael laid his head on the window and sighed "Would you believe me if I said.. I have no idea. I like to go with the flow and have things go my way, I'm still weak though."

"You are definitely powerful young master, the way you fought amazed me."

"…"

~Washington D.C, The Triskelion.

"Director, we've gotten information about Wilson Fisk in Hell's Kitchen."

A young woman in a professional uniform reported as she held some files on her hands.

"What is it?" Asked the man sitting.

He had an eyepatch on his eye. It was Nick Fury.

"One of the agents that was sent undercover in Hell's Kitchen happened to be in a night club where a fight between Wilson Fisk and two individuals took place."

"And?" Nick Fury raised his eyebrow.

"He lost terribly against a kid around 9 years old who has mutant powers."

"What? What happened?" Nick got curious.

For three years he couldn't get ahold of Hell's Kitchen due to different powers influencing it.

"According to the agent's report, the two made a bet, whoever won, will obey the condition of the other."

"What were the stakes?" Asked Fury.

"The kid asked for 2 Billion Dollars and to keep away from his family, while Wilson Fisk would take over his family fortune if he won." The secretary proceeded to hand over the files she had on her hands.

"Michael Redrose, adopted by the Goodman Family located in Manhattan? Keep these records classified, only Level 5 and above. Call Agent Coulson on your way out." Nick Fury commanded and the secretary left.

Nick opened a file on his computer, 'Avenger's Initiative'

More then twenty years ago, Nick Fury realized that Shield wasn't enough to protect earth from outside threats from other galaxies. He had an idea to from a group of heroes to fight threats against the whole world. Unfortunately, the Avenger's initiative was shut down and drafted since then. When he saw Tony Stark take the mantle of a hero, he knew that his plan could still work.

He closed the file as he heard someone come in.

"You called for me Director?"

"Coulson, yes…"