Vale was home to illustrious cities that were the pinnacle of technology, and human integration. However on the outskirts of Vale lies entire villages that are lucky to have survived as long as the have against the grim, and one of these said cities is called Eisenian Drachen.

It was a city that from time to time had hunters/huntresses who would come along, and protect them for a time. Other times they would have to rely on their wits, and strategy to avoid encounters with the Grimm.

This city was famous for being the pioneering city to develop ways of living with the Grimm as not only a means of adaptation, but as a lifestyle.

It was their tried, and true methods that were adapted by other rural cities.

The city was co-existing with the Grimm as peacefully as possible, but one day it all changed.

The night was dark, and the air was bitter.

The shattered moon was raised into the sky, and lit upon the weary who travel at this time of day.

The cities border guards usually had nothing to do, and were relaxing at this time of day.

A Grimm attack hadn't happened for along time, and they were confident as long as they stuck to their techniques there won't be one for some time.

Unknown to the inhabitants of the city that it would happen sooner than they would think.

The guards were idly chatting with each other when they heard the ground shake coupled by a low hum, and were quickly alerted to what was happening across from the border.

The guards looked through their binoculars, and their faces were filled with dread.

In the distance there was a large horde of Grimm that were running up the their city, and were followed by two nevermore's.

One of the guards rang a bell that sounded the alarm of a Grimm attack, and the entire city got their weaponry out in an attempt to fight off the oncoming horde.

The city was unprepared for this, and as a result were under prepared.

The Grimm attack would have wiped out the city in less than a day had it not been for a travelling huntsmen who saw the Grimm attack coming a day away, and had situated himself a good distance between the city and the Grimm horde.

They were curious to say the least, and the man simply stood there staring down the oncoming Grimm horde as if he had no fear.

The Grimm horde got closer, and the man at this point got into a meditative stance which confused the guards who were watching.

One of the guards then caught sight of a glimmer coming from the man's right in the far distance, and after looking in that direction found out there to be some kind of device which looked as though it was some type of crystalline device.

The Grimm horde was close now, and at this time a purple aura emanated off of the man.

His eye's glowing purple, and his body releasing off tremendous amounts of aura.

One of the guards could sense the output, and the release was inhuman.

The Grimm horde at this time was only a hair away from the man, and in a flash there was a purple explosion.

The blast radiated upwards, and encompassed most of the distance between the city and the man.

The blast soared into the clouds, and enveloped the oncoming nevermore's within it's grasp.

The blast of purple energy continued into the sky until it formed what looked like a dragon with gigantic purple wings arcing over the city, and the guards stood there simply shocked at the sight.

The purple blast ended, and the ground where the man stood was scorched to a point.

The Grimm were all deceased, and the nevermore's were a sight for sore eyes.

The man approached the city with what little energy he had, and the guards of the city met the man at the entrance with their weaponry drawn.

"I come bearing no harm, just a place to stay...and offer protection..." said the man who put his hands in the air as though to convey he meant no harm, and one of the guards spoke "you will offer us protection in offer of a place to stay...".

"yes..." said the man as the guards looked among themselves, and then let him in.

The city let the man in for further discussion on his residency, and his offered "protection" from the Grimm.

This was the story of a legend that spread across the rural cities of Vale about the man who was named the 'Iron Dragon', and the name put on his wasn't far off from the name he had been entitled to.

Meanwhile in the city of Eisenian Drachen...

The local bar was not usually a busy place with most of the towns folk either in the military, or helping out in some way the business of a bar was at an all time low.

However the bartender of that said bar did not complain as he seemed to have a regular customer who always had a drink at the end of the week, and much like the days before he was here once again gulping down his second glass of Ale.

The man slammed the glass down on the wooden counter, and then hazily slided it back into the bartender's hand.

The man would usually stay for about two-to-three drinks, and he just finished his second drink.

"you've been here for quite a while...what exactly do you do..." asked the bartender as he wiped the glass clean with a wash cloth "I-I'm a hunter..." said the man in a low tone of voice, the bartender stopped cleaning his glass for a moment then went back to his previous action.

"a hunter...haven't seen many of those since way back when..." started the bartender as he put away his now cleaned glass (or as clean as it could get), and pulled out a bottle of Ale.

"...now a days we have some mysterious guy...girl...thing...well something protecting us..." said the bartender as he filled the glass to the brim with alcohol, and then passed it onto the man.

The man grabbed the drink, and began to consume it.

"your city has it's personal protection, despite being renown for surviving without the constant need for said protection..." said the man as he was now fully occupied with the task of drinking as much as he could in a single take "I know...but the Grimm are not predictable...or are they 'nice'...they will charge your walls with immense force and having protection from something like that is what we had to worry about before..." replied the bartender as the man put his glass down as it was empty, "...but no more..." was the last the bartender said before the man pulled out 50 lien, and called it a night.

"thanks..." said the man, but the wording was lost in the sound of his voice so much so that most would have perceived it as though they have had a speech impediment (or was drunk).

The man made his way outside of the bar, and then headed off in the direction of home.

When it came to taking alcohol he was not as good as some of his friends like Luke, or Jessica were.

In fact it was worse for him as he was considered as a 'light' drinker, and right now he was completely hammered.

He was minding on his own when he bumped into a group of people, and then fell down from the impact.

"what the hell...watch where your going?!" said the man as he turned around, and revealed to be wearing ragged clothing coupled with a White Fang mask over his face.

"you...people are everywhere..." said the man who only saw a gigantic walking celery which belonged to a brand that was sold across all of Vale "the White Fang operated in nearly every part of Vale..." said the thug who thought the man was asking about his attire, and the White Fang's presence in distant lands.

"either way your not in our way so it is best of you left..." said the thug as he went over in an attempt to try, and help the man get up.

"you...cant tell me...what to do...vegetable..." said the man as he fumbled his hands around, and made it hard for the thug to try and grab him.

"sir if you keep moving like that I c-" before the thug could finish his sentence the man got a hold of him, and then used the thug's own weight to throw him onto a stone wall.

The thug smashed his head first, and gained a temporary concussion.

"...if I didn't have aura..." mumbled the thug as he regained his balance, and then set his sights on the other man.

"I didn't want to have to fight you, but if you throw the first punch then you get several more headed your way..." said the thug as he got into a fighting position, and the man did the same.

The White Fang thug with his right hand made some gestures, and then summoned two more thugs to his side.

"just to make it as quick, and painful as possible..." said the thug with a broadening smirk, and the man simply stared trying to make out what was in his way.

To the man it appeared as though there was a large stick of celery, and was surrounded by two large bottles of Ale.

"I drink you for several years of my life, and this is what I get..." mumbled the man to himself, and then hazily pulled up his arms to get into a combat stance.

It was not proper form, but this time he wasn't going for proper form.

It was something he had only heard of, and never truly attempted until now.

Martial art's while intoxicated something he was capable of, but the effect was not fully tested.

The three thugs dashed at the man, and set out a barrage of blows.

To the thugs surprise the man bobbed, and weaved through the storm of fists with unprecedented elegance.

The man then used his own body to tumble into a ball, and roll underneath one of the thugs and get behind the trio.

"My name by the way..." started the man as he let out a hiccup "...was Danny...", and with that he charged back one of his hands and launched himself at the slightly disoriented trio.

The blow hit the first thug like a spear, and sent him flying onto the ground.

The other two ran at Danny from the side's, and it was two on one.

Danny went on the defensive, and was dodging and blocking the attacks.

'he's blocking all our attacks...and he's not even taking this seriously!' thought one of the thugs as his punch was deflected with what appeared to be Danny slapping it off to the side, and spinning on his heel to slap the other thug in the face.

By the time Danny was forced into a wall the two thugs went in for a punch to Danny's head, but unfortunately to them Danny tripped on himself and fell down to the ground.

Narrowly avoiding getting smashed in the face the two thugs instead smashed their fist's into the stone wall, and it hurt like hell.

Luckily their aura absorbed most of the damage, but they still felt the sting of the attack.

"whoops...sorry...my bad..." said Danny as with one leg he tripped up the first thug, and then with his remaining leg he kicked the second thug right in the groin.

The second thug let out a yelp of pain as he froze in place "my mom did say I was a clutz..." said Danny as he pulled back his leg, and then planted both of them onto the thug's chest which made him lose balance and fall onto the ground.

Danny used the momentum from the kick to get back up, and was standing on top of the White Fang thug.

"or maybe it was spider man...I don't know..." said Danny as he shrugged, and then charged up one of his legs with energy then kicked the man in the head.

The thug who at the moment was frozen from the pain, and did not move to avoid an energy charged kick to the face that knocked him out.

The two other thugs got up, and was charging at Danny.

"well here comes the other two.." said Danny as he stepped backwards, and tripped over the unconscious thug as he fell to the ground.

The first thug went in for a punch that Danny narrowly dodged by falling to the ground, and as he fell he pulled himself into a tumble then rolled himself back onto his feet.

Being a good feet away from one of the thugs who was charging him once more Danny bumped against the hard stone wall of a building, and on instinct he put the palms of his hands on the wall as support so he can uphold himself for a high kick.

The thug ran in like a raging bull, and was swiftly hit in the head with a powerful kick that sent him back.

The kick felt as though it was the concept of rejection solidified into a physical entity, the second thug went in for a side kick but Danny running forward fell onto the ground and avoided the attack.

The thug's leg hit the side of the building, and he fell backwards hopping on one foot as he held his foot in pain for a brief moment.

Danny who was now on the floor lifted himself up with the palms of his hands, and did a hand stand with which he jumped into the air and kicked the disoriented thug in the face with an energy charged kick.

The impact of which sent the thug smashing through a wooden porch, and onto a hard stone wall that cracked from the force of the impact.

The last remaining thug saw this, and pulled up a metal pipe off of the ground.

He ran at Danny with a bunch of swings out of desperation, and Danny was dodging each blow in a manner of elegance not found in most fighters.

Danny's foot placed behind his front foot met the surface of a stone wall, and had told Danny of the dead end behind.

The thug swung one last time, and Danny parried perfectly with one hand.

Holding the metal pipe in hand he charged up his hand with energy, and shattered the metal pipe into smaller fragments.

The thug was then double fisted in the chest with a dual charged punch, and the thug was sent flying backwards onto the ground.

He only had seconds to react before Danny jumped on top of him with a dual energy charged ground stomp, and the thug lost consciousness.

Ungracefully stepping back to look at all the destruction he saw the three white fang thugs were on the ground, and passed out from the damage.

"take that you traitorous...brand labels...consumerism doesn't pay..." mumbled Danny to himself as he made his way to his house, and when he arrived he went to open the door so he could pass himself out to sleep.

By the time he went to reach for the door knob his scroll beeped, and he put his hand in his pocket as he clasped for the mechanical device.

"technology now a days..." mumbled Danny to himself as he looked at what was on the screen of the device, and at which he raised a brow.

On the screen was a message from someone he had thought to never hear from, and a message he did not expect.

The message read "I'm getting the group back together for one last mission, the infinity gems...there here...", and it was by James 'Logan' Howlett (Logan).

Danny only gave a smirk which quickly turned to a frown, and then to neutral as he opened the door.

Several conflicting memories of his past the good, the bad, and the ugly were all coursing through his mind at that moment.

Danny didn't pay much attention to them, and simply focused on getting to his bed so he could lose consciousness in peace.

The night grew darker as the sun longed for it's inevitable return, and the once famed guardian of an ancient city waited until his call to duty arose from the east.

Meanwhile in a warehouse somewhere in Vale...

Roman opened a metal door, and walked in to the warehouse that was a portable base of operations for the White Fang.

He was accompanied inside by two other White Fang thugs, and on the inside there were rows of computers all beside him that had scientist's typing away at their respective computers.

In the center of the laboratory there was a miniature stand that perched slightly above everything else so as to give whoever was on it a full 360 degree view of the surroundings, and on top of the "podium" there was a man.

He wore a purple overcoat that was unbuttoned, and revealed a blue collared sweater underneath.

His face was white, and his hair was brown.

He swept his hair back in a suave fashion, and he had a lightly shaved beard.

Roman approached the man, and stood behind him.

Waiting for him to turn around, and approach Roman.

The man was watching a holographic display that had what looked like an arena, and there were two White Fang thugs mindlessly beating each other.

The man let out a sigh of relief as his smile ever broadened at the sight of one thug smashing another's skull into the ground, "hey...I'aint got a lot of time you know..." said Roman who gained the mans attention.

The man turned around, and with a skip in his step he hoped down from his standing to appear an inch away from Roman's face.

"ahhhh...there you are...I have begun to think you were dead..." said the man as he looked at the watch on his hand, and tapped at it a few times before he turned his attention back onto Roman.

"so I take it you got the gem?" asked the man with a smile, and then Roman destroyed it with his news.

"no...some guy with a bow and arrow got to it first..." said Roman as if he had no care for it in the world, but the look on the man's face conveyed as though it should have been otherwise.

"...besides I don't see what the big d-" said Roman as he attempted to shrug it off, but before he could finish his sentence the man said "stop".

As if he suddenly lost control of his voluntary movement Roman froze in place, and the man's smile was now a maddening frown.

"you criminals are all worthless, you can't do one job right..." said the man in a rather serious tone of voice, and then walked up to Roman as he placed his hands on his shoulders.

"you tried to steal from a 'dust' store and get stopped by a girl with an over sized garden tool..." continued the man as he inched his face ever closer to Roman's as he began to speak "your men can't fight a physically drained, and intoxicated marital artist and you ask why you can never seem to get anywhere" as he inched closer, and he was close enough that Roman could feel his breath upon his cheek.

The in all of a sudden the man pulled himself away from Roman, and then paced around in place for a while.

"oh Roman...Roman...Roman...what am I going to do with you..." the man said to himself as he rubbed his temples in frustration, and then an idea came to him.

"...I may need to rethink who I send out to do my 'bidding'" said the man to himself as he then pointed to Roman, and said "I think you should take a week off...wear something nice...like a...uh...gown...there! Gown, and go and book yourself in a hotel for a week...yea...NOW!".

He snapped his fingers, and Roman complied to his command.

Almost as if Roman had no control over his actions, and then Roman was off in the opposite direction.

He exited the room as the man turned around, and headed back to the miniature podium he was situated on.

The violence in the display continued on, and this time one of the thugs claimed victory by bashing the other's brain's out with a spoon.

"see...you can kill someone with a spoon..." said the man to himself, and then let out another sigh of relief.

"public entertainment...well not public but still entertainment..." said the man to himself as the display turned to static for a moment, and then displayed a shadowy figure who had yellow tinged eye's that could be seen from the darkness.

"oh great...interrupting my television again...and it was getting good too..." said the man to himself as the other silenced him "have you gotten the gem yet?" spoke an ominous sound with a low tone of voice, and to this the man simply shrugged his shoulders.

"nope...turns out the world's worst criminal...is the worlds worst criminal" said the man with emphasis on "worst", and "criminal".

The shadowy figure let out a sigh, and then said "I hope your doing all you can to get that gem..." said the figure as the man replied with "oh I have a plan yes...and it will be taken...", and the smile that was once lost on the man had returned.

His smile was one that conveyed his devious demeanor, the type of smile that can come off as charismatic but overtime become something that most men fear the sight of.

"as long as you can get that gem..." said the figure as the man reassured him "no one in this world has faced someone like me...no one but them...but even they would not stand in my way..." said the man to himself, and the image of the shadowy figure dissapeared into a static storm.

The previous piece of entertainment returned, and the man continued watching it.

The thug this time had taken a knife, and lodged into the other's jaw.

The with one move he had snapped it off, and then impaled the blood soaked blade into the underside of the man's skull.

The purple suited man was impressed at how long this thug had survived 'I might think about giving him a promotion...' thought the man to himself, as he was addressed by a White Fang thug from behind.

"sir Cinder has finished jumping 100 times..." said the man as the purple suited man turned around to face him "so she has then...well I guess she learned her lesson...send her to fight alongside Emerald and Mercury in the Vytal festival...I'm pretty sure they would all have been missed by now..." said the man as the thug began to walk away, but was stopped in mid action.

"oh...and please don't call me sir...it's just a formality...call me the Purple Man" said the man with a smile, and the White Fang thug walked away.

The Purple Man turned around, and continued to watch the gladiator battle take place before his eyes.

'this world has no idea...' thought the man as his grin widened, and his eye's gave off a hint of purple.

NOTE: The Purple Man in this one is essentially the one that is played by David Tennant in the show Jessica Jones, and yes he is in this...I didn't specify 'which' marvel character had gone through the wormhole so it could have been a possibility. Also it seemed as though the White Fang on their own would not go for the so called gems on their own, and someone else was calling the shots. That someone was Purple Man...! Just stating my personal reasoning...also if I'm getting any of the character's personalities wrong or abilities wrong then please tell me...I will correct them and do more research if you guys reading point it out! Thanks for reading!

Enjoy!