Author's Note: I think this might be my biggest chapter yet, I'm both proud of that and kind of worried how people will find it and because this is only part 1 of this meeting of heroes.
The room was filled with an arrangement of tables that reminded Pat of a ring, people were dressed in some of the finest of clothes. From what Pat could figure out, this was meant to be a black tie event which meant stuffiest of suits and richest of drinks. Having never been to one before he wasn't sure how drinks work, does he have to pay for them or is it just all written off because it is a charity event or something. Pat decided to be careful with the subject by limiting his drinking. Not that alcohol could even affect him anymore, which just meant that he was better sticking to soft drinks or fruit juice.
He noticed the vast array of famous people that were mingled with the crowd of waiters and other servers. They were some that were the same that he knew from his old world, some that looked like actors but had different names and others he had no idea where they came from or even what they were called here.
That was when he found one of his targets.
"Oh Mr. O'Reilly," Patt spoke to the bodyguard standing several paces away from his boss. "It's good to meet you after all this time"
Jim had a slow turn around to face the reporter, a young redhead was by Jim's side. She was a tall even larger than either of the two men by at least 6 inches. Her sense was a little different than the rest of the females here, instead of some kind of fancy dress she wore a rather fitting suit with a tie that matched the shade of her hair. She wasn't an entirely a thin girl but the bulk came not from fat but the noticeable muscle she had on her. If Pat wasn't super strong than she could have no doubt broke his arm in an arm-wrestling match.
"Doyle is it?" Jim asked him, to which the response was a nod. "I read your article, I liked." He leads his hand in for a shake which Pat meekly shook.
"I thought you would, it's not every day you get called a hero by a national paper," He laughed, with a weak smile. "I was hoping for a quick interview if you're not too busy?" Pat pointed at Fisk who was smiling along with whatever his date was saying.
"Not at all, I'm here tonight as a guest not as a bodyguard," The father of one, walked over to a table so that the three of us could sit down, they sat at one side of the table and Pat the other side forming what could only be described as teams. "So what did you want to talk about?"
"You know," Pat took three wine glasses from a passing waiter. "Just standard questions like how is it working for a man like Wilson Fisk? What are your exact duties?" He passed the glasses over to the two.
"None for her," The bodyguard told him, which had the girl roll her eyes unseen to the man. "She's still underage."
"Right, sorry, we haven't actually been introduced yet." The younger man mentioned, opening his arms in a wide apologetic gesture. Leaning back in his seat and giving what he hoped was a disarming smile.
"Not your fault," He responded handing back both his wine glass and the one almost given to his daughter to the waiter. "This is my daughter Louise, my wife is at home sick and asked I'd bring her out with me."
"Yo," Louise responded flatly. "It nice to meet you, I've read most of your work these past few weeks." Here her tone raised to a barely interested pitch as if she didn't want to raise a fuss over it while her Dad was here.
"Oh, what do you think of it?"
"It's good, you're a bit too flowery at times for my taste though," She grabs a glass of water from a waiter. "I like it overall." Louise gave a small smile.
"At least one of us does." Was the embarrassed response from Pat who laughed lightly. From there Doyle started to discuss minor details of the work that O'Reilly did for Fisk, eventually leading into the man's thoughts on his employer.
"Mr. Fisk has been nothing but sound, he's a kind man who always has an open ear."
"And how would describe his romantic relationship with Miss Marianna?"
"You know her name already!" The male O'Reilly was surprised at this news. "She wasn't even named on TV, how did find her out already?"
"I asked around the office, you'd be surprised at what you can learn just by being interested but your kind of deflecting the question"
"Warm," Jim nodded, his hand swirling around the table, drawing circles around it. " I would describe them as warm, It reminds me more like puppy love than anything else."
"Wha-"
"O'Reilly!" An elderly man off some ways down yelled interrupting Pat and going over the murmur of the crowd and background noise that the band called music, this man and his yelling caused Jim to rise from his chair.
"That is just a business associate of Mr. Fisk, he wants me for something, could be important so I have to go for now," He turned to his daughter. "Just wait here I'll be right back, no funny business"
That left the two non-bodyguards alone at a deserted table. A fairly awkward silence came over the table. There wasn't much for the two to speak of, as strangers Louise wasn't sure how to start, especially with not wanting to reveal too much about what she thought her father was really doing, and Pat didn't feel comfortable pumping information out of someone who looked like they just about finished High School.
"So," She elongated the vowel sound as if searching for a topic. "You like comics? I really like the current run of Squadron Supreme"
"Antony Stark," The leisured voice of the giant man that was Wilson Fisk spoke out. Standing there with his girlfriend, Vanessa hanging off his arm. The duo was dressed in some of the finest clothes showcasing a level of style that could be matched by the richest of people like Fisk and Stark. "It is a… pleasure to finally meet the famous Iron Man"
"And your Wilson Fisk, a bald guy" Tony responded his voice higher than usual. "If we're just going to say the obvious to each other."
"Of course, my apologies," He replied, in what was attempt to keep in the good graces of Iron Man. "Have I introduced you my lady Vanessa?" Fisk's tone suddenly became gloating as he had some amazing treasure he had wanted to show off.
"No, you haven't, it's my pleasure to meet you," Tony took notice of her with all the charm he could apply, without actually flirting with her. "This is my bodyguard Jarvis," He pointed at a tall blonde man standing beside him in an equally expensive suit, said man replied with a simple hello sir and Miss. "How long have you two lovebirds been together?" Tony asked them rapidly changing the subject.
"Oh, awhile," She told him with a great deal nonchalance taking a sip of her wine, hoping that he would not attempt to dig deeper. "Have you tried the wine yet Mr. Stark? I found the selection tonight to be fantastic"
"No," He told her grabbing a glass filled with white wine from a nearby waiter, the same that had given Vanessa her glass. Tony carefully poured the drink down his throat, the taste filling him in a way only wine of this expense could. He has had darer alcohol but finds that after a certain point the expensiveness of the drink didn't match the taste, it became about bragging rather than having a good drink at that. "Good stuff"
"I...have been wondering Mr. Stark," Wilson spoke up once more, dragging the conversation back to him. "Are you were worried about what a violent criminal like this Blueman fellow will do with such a dangerous power source as your Arc Reactor?"
"No, Not really, only a fool would mess around with it," Tony revealed to which a loud sneeze could be heard in the rather large room, a bless you followed that by some young woman. "I'm more worried about who he'd sell it too, some people would spend a lot of money for it." But that was not all that Stark was thinking about, he was also enraged that someone had managed to finally get a working Iron Man suit beside him but also a stable Arc Reactor of that size, whoever had that tech was clearly the more dangerous of threats.
"But I have to wonder since you work so closely with the government Mr. Stark," Fisk started to ask his arm looping with Vanessa's own. "Are there plans for dealing the increasing influence of the Blueman has on the crime here," Probing for info on the hero's plans. "after all, he could easily be taking out threats to own more stealthy operations"
"Hahaha," Someone went, causing the seasoned Kingpin to jump slightly. "That is the stupidest thing I've heard all month," The quartet span around to find the form of Pat Doyle standing there with Louise, a glass of wine in his hand and a soda in her. "It's a bunch of baseless accusations that have no place coming out of someone's ." She continued on seemly annoyed at an idea presented without proof.
"Ah, young Miss O'Reilly." Fisk cooly replied, fixing his tie with visible indignation. "Well… I am afraid that as passionate about the subject as you are, you don't understand that this Blueman's actions can only mean to be a mad grab for power by... an unhinged mind"
"Or just an incompetent guy with superpowers, oh he's so dangerous it's not funny but there's no evidence that he's some kind of criminal mastermind, and until then any talk of him being a crime lord is like talk of the lizard people," She smirked, her face one of smug victory. "That's not to say he isn't one, it's just that you're a bit premature."
Tony twisted himself over slightly to Doyle.
"Your girl is a hoot"
"Nah," Was the start of Doyle's reply. "She's just the bodyguard's daughter, but this is amazing." He chuckled slightly sharing a grin with Tony over Fisk's situation and chucking back the rest of the wine, which drew a sharp look from the bald man and the girl in question. Before she could let out a verbal thrashing at his amusement over her disagreement with her father's boss, that was when a sharp voice was heard.
"Louise what are you doing!" Jim came thundering over to his daughter, with a mix of rage and worry on displayed on his face that only parenting could grant a person. "I am so sorry sir," He turned to Fisk with a look that screamed his fear at his boss. "She will apologize to you-"
"There is no need for that Jim," Fisk told him, there was a small smile on his lips, one that showed his pleasure at the what would have been done. Now that Jim had said they would be one, Fisk didn't feel need to make a public fuss over, better to play the bigger man in other ways than just size. "Kids can be passionate about things that they think are important, young Louise here no doubt finds the truth to be important and I think that is admirable," His smile became much larger. "I only wish that all youth were as passionate about the truth as your daughter Jim."
With that commotion, Pat tried his hand at getting a few words from Stark. Which depending on the man's mood would range from impossible to he's feeling chatty, and as one of two people in this with an Arc Reactor, he liked his chances.
"So Mr. Stark," Pat licked his lips, finding his throat dry, even with all the wine drinking he was doing. "Off the record, what ye think of Big Shiny over there?" This was said in a low voice that only Stark heard. It got a light laugh out of the man.
"Reporter?" To Doyle's nod, he continued. "Well, I personally thi-" Stark was stopped when he let out a bizarre choking noise from his mouth, a noise that soon spread elsewhere in the room, including to the love of Fisk. They all held the hands to the mouths in mute horror as the people around them grow more concerned with every passing second. The situation grew direr when Jim drew his eye to the wine glasses that had fallen to the floor piecing together the source of this carnage just as foam began to rise out of their mouths, he screamed.
"It's the wine!" The sounds of shattered glass accompanied that yell, people practically leaping from the glasses as it was cursed. The victims now fell grasping at their throats with mad abandon with was no doubt them trying to keep the foam from choking them.
That was when I large banner fell from the sky, it was a deep dark blue which only made the blazing white and blue symbol inside of it. A blue sun with three sets of lines coming out to the three corners of the large white diamond shield. [SPOILER] [/SPOILER]
"Ambulances are inbound!" Someone yelled, that was when the glass of wine that Pat was still holding was thrown out of hand by disguised Vision and onto the floor, the glass shattering away from any of the victims.
"You're not being affected?" He questioned the reporter in an almost robotic tone. "How peculiar for a man I sawing drinking the most glasses of wine between the three people among this area"
"M-maybe my g-glass didn't have any of the stuff that did this."
The Stark bodyguard didn't seem to buy this but was put off questioning further by the arrival of the paramedics, and started to coordinate their efforts with Jim O'Reilly. It wasn't all that far from then when all the victims were brought out of the room and no doubt taken to their ambulances. Fisk was transported along with a fellow known as Wesley, while Jarvies ented one with such a force against the medics that Pat could have sworn he was red for a few seconds.
The remaining guests of the fundraiser could only react to this situation with panic and horror, what kind of madness could have taken over someone to cause to do this to other people. Soon the police came in took people statements, starting the long process that would mean that no one could leave until it was finished.
It was hours later with the Vision sitting by Tony's beside when James Rhodes arrived walking into the room with the ease that showcased the advanced tech that allowed to walk even with his injury from a fight over a year prior. There was a silence that gripped the two, a feeling of discomfort that followed them no matter where they were since the moment Tony started to choke.
There was no need for the two to trade any talk, having already conversed with each other over the phone earlier while Vision was on his way to the hospital. Rhodes had hopped into the nearest War Machine Suit so that he could make the travel the fastest way possible.
"So we know for sure that it was the wine?" Rhodes asked his robotic friend, the anger seeping into his very stance.
"It was the only thing that all the victims had in common."
There were only two suspects in the Vision's mind. One was the Blueman himself, it was his logo on the banner and he had made himself known for branding incidents that he involved himself within recent months, but it could easily be another person framing him especially since there was no reason that Vision was aware of for the blue vigilante to target Wilson or Tony. Another person of suspicious was the reporter, Patrick Doyle. The young man was the only person at the fundraiser who didn't appear to be poisoned from the wine, even though Vision has seen him drink the most of the stuff, and the sheer number of people affected meant that is was unlikely that would be the case by accident.
"I have some research to do that may reveal important details about this event," Vision informed Rhodey, who had taken the droids previous position by their friend's side.
"What research?" There was a look of exhaustion on Rhodey's face, so much so that Vision didn't want to burden his friend, at least not yet.
"Possible leads that could be followed, I'll get back to you when I find something important." Without waiting for a response the usually red man left the room with a walk that screamed rage but only to those that knew him well.
He would first find this Blueman, Tony and FRIDAY had already managed to track his usual routes the vigilante used to combat crime, he should ensure that the reason they came to the city in the first was done, getting the Arc Reactor and offer the Blueman a place within Stark's circle of powered individuals before someone like Ross decides to come down on him.
And if it turns out that the Blueman was responsible for this tragic event then there will be no force that will be capable of stopping the hell he will release at this creature. He would call in Rhodes and together they would deal with him, the same way they had dealt with everyone who has tried to kill Tony over years.
Just as he was leaving the hospital corridors for the stairs, a lady appeared out of the elevator. Her dress suit was a plain white and her hair was red. This was the CEO of Stark Industries, Virginia "Pepper" Potts. Also Tony Stark's ex-girlfriend.
"Ms. Potts," Vision smiled softly at her, not wanting to cause her discomfort at this troubled time. "I how are you doing?"
"Me?" She questioned him, sounding confused at him asking her that at this time. "I'm fine," Pepper stopped for a second, looking at her hands and away from the android. "How's he doing?" She asked him, her voice low and soft, in an attempt to not draw too much attention to their talk and to keep her nerves down.
"He's going to be fine, the doctor says that he should recover," Vision revealed to her. "We should be thankful that he had only one drink this night." The two knew how unlikely that was, so they could only praise their lucky stars.
"Good," She took a large breath, tears blanketing her eyes like a waterfall ruining the makeup around them. "That's good." Wiping her eyes on her sleeves, marking the white arms of the jacket with the color of her makeup.
"You know," Vision started, slowly as if she were a deer. "You can go in to see him, Rhodey is in there now," At her quivering lip he added. "I know that he wakes up he would love to see you"
"Yeah," Pepper sniffled. "Thanks."
With those words having been spoken the two separated, one to the room where someone dear to them was being treated, the other had been focused further into his goal. Like a laser through a crystal and now nothing would stop the Vision from finding the truth of things.
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It didn't take long for the police to let me and the rest of the party goers leave the building. They had taken statements from people and asked them not to leave the city any time soon, which I didn't plan on doing. At least not any time soon,
So after a quick jaunt to the office, I needed to get this work done now, so I did a Clark Kent and used my super speed to write my article. This sounds cool until you realize that the computer can't actually keep up with that level of speed, so the text appears on screen in a rapid pace but even once I stop it takes several seconds for the text to stop having the appearance of being typed. After that I had to go over it for mistakes, mistypes and keys that were pressed so fast that the computer couldn't register them, therefore needing me to re-type them.
When I was on my way out, I gave a USB stick, with the article, straight to Mitchell's hands, telling him in a rush of words what is the contents on it. The article talking about what went down at the Fundraiser earlier, there was no real title to it, that could really be handled by the marketing team. They just had better ideas in that area than I could hope for.
He took it with a look that I hoped signaled that he was impressed with at least the time it took me to do the article, with luck he would also feel like that when he actually reads the thing. But that was the end for my brief office time for the night as it had already got to the point that we were closing for the night.
Unfortunately for me right now, I couldn't afford to go home yet, I had some actual investigating to do this evening. The first thing I did was get changed into my Blueman spandex and Hoodie. Then I took out a phone with a certain number on it and called it.
"Yo," I went, thinking myself cool, but really trying to calm myself at the just the raw emotion I was feeling at the just thinking about the sheer number of potentials deaths I had just witnessed. Hell, I had almost given that girl Louise a glass of wine, I had almost poisoned her. "Matt, have heard the news?"
"What news? Are you okay? What happened?" Was the fury of rushed questions that were my fellow vigilante asked me. No doubt hearing the strain that my voice was under while keeping itself steady.
"The Fisk Fundraiser was…" I paused looking for the word, I didn't think that attack was the right word. Perhaps I should rephrase myself. "Someone poisoned the wine"
"What? Who?"
"I don't know yet," I told him, having finally calmed down enough to start my journey around the area, leaping onto the rooftops with all the power that being me grants. Once I landed I began the trick of allowing my momentum to carry my floating form across the night sky, hoping that my dark blue colors would mask my presence against the night sky. "But that is what I am going to find out, especially since Blueman has been framed for it"
"That is…"
"It gets worse," I told his hesitant voice over the phone about to drop the big bomb. "TONY STARK WAS THERE!" My calm failing and my voice transforming into a booming yell that people below me could hear with no difficulty.
"Fuck."
I landed after crossing six rooftops in rapid succession, sitting on my knees in hope to gather my thoughts. I wonder who did this? Why did they choose to do this to me? They would have to know that even if they kill Stark and have the remaining Avengers take me down, they would no doubt learn that I wasn't responsible. They were too smart otherwise and when that happened it would be all over for them as the Avengers and the rest of the World came down on them as Odin does to people he has bad dreams about in the myths.
"Look I'm going to poke around some Irish heads," I informed him. "They are the only people that I can think that could want Fisk out of the way"
"What about yourself?" The voice comes from no the phone but Red and Green Man as he slams me into a nearby rooftop. Cracking the concrete as I was planted, I quickly flipped up as I watched The Vision crush my phone in his hand.
"I hope that you'll replace that...you could have just hung up?"
"I don't have time for games Blueman," The Android threatened him. "Or should I say, Patrick Doyle." The sentence was said with such certainty that it surprised me, causing him to take a step back in instinct. How could he have figured it out, they had only just met.
"That is a guess of the century," I told him trying to play it off as wrong.
"Please," He scoffed at me, a smirk on his lips. "I can feel you in ways that are more than physical"
"I need might need an adult." I joked trying to remember what this guy could do. He was basically the Martian Manhunter of the Avenger but he couldn't read minds or shapeshift. So not really like him and a better comparison is properly Danny Phantom. My rambling thoughts on the nature of his powers was broth to a grinding halt when he spoke up once more.
"I think we have wasted enough time," There was an impression that I got from his tone that I was not sure if it was arrogance or impatience, but as he walked and as he landed his yellow cape billowing behind him, a thought entered my head. What can't Vision feel? "Were you the one that poisoned the fundraiser, Mr. Doyle?"
"No, I don't need to resort to poison if I wanted Fisk dead."
"No, but you could have if you thought that Iron Man would get in the way, stand against you and whatever plan you have, better to take them both out of the way with a bit of poison"
I stood there staring at him trying to decide on what action to do. I could try to book it if this starts going bad, I didn't want to have a fight against the Vision in the middle of Hell's Kitchen. There would be too many innocents who could get in the way. But at the same time, I was unlikely to get away from the bot, not when he could be connected to some kind of satellite that is tracking me as we speak. I would have to try the soft touch.
"There is no one in this area," He started, walking slowly to me. "I hope you understand, I think you're innocent but," Vision paused as he was carefully evaluating his response. "You have an Arc Reactor, you have been implicated in an incident that will kill dozens of people, at least until I clear your name, you should allow me to arrest you," His face was soft and it looked like he emitting kindness from his pores. "so we can take you off the table of suspects and find the real culprit"
It was an offer that sounded like it was is good faith, but I knew who was in charge of Enhanced Human Affairs in this country. General 'ThunderBolt' Ross, the Secretary of State, the dumb guy who causes more problems than he solves in the Hulk franchise. I would never hand myself over to a group that was under the control of a guy whose picture is next to bull-headed in the dictionary.
"I can't do that," I informed him, hoping that my tone was as regretful as I was. "Don't really have the time for that, have groceries to do." Before I could do anything but speak out loud a large cylinder wracked me from behind, drilling me in through the roof and into the building below. It was three times the size of me, with a door. When I broke through the second last floor I twirled around causing the weird missile thing to head the rest of the way without me.
Using my visionary powers I quickly found the body of the Vision standing above me now, standing on the unbroken part of the roof, the missile must have sent me sideways down to cause this. I took a deep breath and jumped, breaking through the roof and grabbing the android in a hold, he was taken by surprise so I took advantage of this minute to reach back hit him so hard in the face that he was sent flying down into the building I had just come from, a new hole marking itself beside my two prior ones.
"You Know," I yelled down at him, keeping my eye on him with the same powers that I used to see from below the roof while floating above the said roof. "I think all we will be doing is making the roof holey." I could almost hear someone sigh. I continued to wait for him to appear, still watching his form attempt to sneak up on me by phasing through walls come out of the building on the other side.
That was when it struck me. It being a rocket smacking me in the face, it wasn't all that effective but the smoke from the impact meant that I couldn't see where the attack came from. At least if I hadn't my thermal vision on, I could tell instantly where the attack came from. It was War Machine. He must've come down on the missile that hit me earlier, a real two for one deal. To deal him I blew a hard breath at him in hopes of freezing him at that spot in his armor.
But he was too quick, bursting into the sky and peppering me with rounds from the gun on his arm, War Machine was representing his namesake with all the ability of a real machine of war. I responded to his attacks by launching at where he was going to go to next. I grabbed his arm and forced the two of the two of us straight to the strangely empty street.
Using my heat vision I started to cut through all the visible weapons on the suit. With every blast of heat from my eyes, War Machine would pull another weapon out each as effortless as the last, for every attempt to escape from my grip, I picked him up and slammed him down. He roared and then used the one weapon I didn't hit due to worrying about blowing the Arc Reactor attached to it up. The Unibeam.
I was blasted down the street, my feet tearing up the street along with my runners. Leaving my feet with a mix of black and cloth leftovers covering them as I struggled against them beam with a decent amount of effort. The cloth of my hoodie was slowly being eroded with each step I made closer to the dark armored man, the asphalt cracking from the heat that came from the move.
Just as I was about to hit the man, Vision popped up from the side and blasted me with his yellow forehead beam right in the ear, knocking into a building where my sense of balance was temporarily out. For the first few seconds after the attack, I kept tripping over myself with all the grace of the Irish man I was, except on twenty pints.
I could see the two briefly converse, not being able to make out what they were saying but War Machine nodded his head and blasted off to some way unknown leaving me and Vision all by ourselves. This was confidently when I regained my balance, the two of strode forward, in a circle manner that allowed us to meet in the dead center of the street.
"Where did he go?" I pointed my head in the direction of the fleeing War Machine.
"I noticed how easy it was for you to disable his weapons and sent him off, you...are a more powerful foe than I anticipated." It was a humble response, one that showed me that the earlier look I have gotten was not arrogance but confidence.
"So it's just me and you?"
"That's correct." He smiled at me, there was something to that smile that told me that I should keep my guard up. Then we waited for what could only be called an invisible countdown, at three I swung my fist. He phased out through me, grabbing me by the shoulder and flinging me into the air, to which I responded to with a blast of Heat Vision. Vision leaped from his spot, his movements having a feather-like quality.
Vision's next move was for his forehead gem to blast me with all its yellow glory. I stomped down on the ground with a thud that an elephant would be jealous of, rushing in close to the android. I weaved through him like I had expected to, twirling around I blew my freeze breath at him with all the force of a gale. Sadly the concentrated form that this breath took allowed Vision a visible target for his beam to combat while he flew upwards away from the wind.
I flew at him with such a manner that resembled flight, but once more he dodged my oncoming form only to respond with a blast that I landed to do the same. In a move that was very Spiderman of me, I landed on a wall of a nearby building and kicked off it, shattering the concrete in the process. I was flung at Vision with greater force than even my last attempt.
Reacting to me quickly enough he phased through my next action with all the grace that I expected from him, allowing me to use that momentum to swing my fist into an open hand. Just like when the Hulk clapped hard, a boom enveloped the area, shattering the windows all across the block. The shards descended on us as rain would on regular people, battering against our bodies harmlessly.
Using this as a distraction I gave Vision the greatest blow I have ever given in my life, thumping him in his very Knight's Tale like face with all the force of a tactical missile. Knocking the android all the way through several buildings, going on far longer than a normal person could view, but not me. I could see him pull himself up with little trouble as if my blow had only shoved him through a cardboard house.
He rushed back at me with all the force he could muster, but something felt off about our preceding blows. Vision had started to play, strangely defensive for a man that I hadn't managed to harm yet. Still, this could be used to my advantage since if I was on defense there wasn't a lot I could do to defend against him.
That was when things got worse for me. I landed on the ground, waiting for my opponent to arrive back from another blow, it never even got into my head to leave, the Earth vibrated beneath my feet. I could see a massive shadow stretching across the broken up street. I slowly turned my head to stare at the figure that finally gave me true pause.
It was Iron Man, and he was in The Hulkbuster Suit.
"Oh...you have got to be fucking kidding me!"
I gave a yell of frustration and mirrored his next action, raising my fist to meet his in mid-flight. There was only one real thought in my head as our fists met, and that was 'What did I do to deserve this?'
There we go the first half of the fight that will end what I will call the set-up arc. This is when things will really heat up. Where soon earlier plot points will start to show up but not in the way that you would have expected, hopefully, but I wouldn't be surprised if people figure out where I am going with this.
It is also where other elements that I hadn't been showing will show up. Certain characters will be getting a sudden shift since this is an event that is going to cause a bit of a cluster feck. A lot of people will have their worldview blown right open.
I hope people were surprised with where this went, some of you who have watched Daredevil might have seen this coming once the event was raised in the last chapter. I won't say if the people responsible here are the same or not. Also just because Pat thinks something about a person, that they look kind. Doesn't mean that is the truth.
Did Tony's and Pat's first meeting go anything like you guys first expected?
Like always corrections are welcomed with opened arms.
Are there any other questions?