Author's Note: This is what happens once you realize what an ass some writers are, it's a random message but I should mention that I don't like Jim Starlin. I will never kill characters just because I dislike the idea of their involvement.

The kidnapping of the O'Reilly family hadn't gone as well as he had thought it would, they were meant to get into the bunker, take the bodyguard's family hostage. Then they would hold them in ransom, in exchange O'Reilly would be their inside man on Fisk's operations, allowing to slowly gain ground on the oh so secretive criminal empire. Then when he was weak, O'Reilly as the trusted bodyguard would lay him down with one final bullet.

That was the idea.

But it was when the third member of the group he came in with fell to the floor with a thunderous flip, he had to admit maybe he had underestimated this family. Not the mother, she was a sniveling mess of a person shaking in the corner. Nor was Jim the person he underestimated, not to say that Jim wasn't giving them trouble no, it's just that him giving them some issues was expected. No, what wasn't expected?

The Girl dropkicking him and one of the guys he bought with him. She then proceeded to take apart another with little effort, while her father struggled with the last one in a bout of fisticuffs.

This Louise elbowed her enemy in the face, smacking him to ground with a painful thud, the downed man leaped back to his feet, sending a fist towards the young girl. She stepped inside the length of his arm, putting her own up and deflecting the blow, leaving him open for her counter attack. Louise unleashed a series blows, first a headbutt to his nose, smashing it open, then she sent to mighty strikes to each of the man's cheeks, and then she twisted around him and gave a hefty kick to the back of the knee, leaving the man on said knees, dazed out of his mind.

"And to finished this off," Louise spoke up grabbing the dazed man by his chin. She spun him around several times, around and around like a merry go round. Until she reached just the right speed and position and threw the poor 6-foot muscle bound thug right into the one fighting Jim O'Reilly slamming them into a wall with blood splat.

I could feel a certain amount of terror creep up my back when the girl turned her eyes back to me. I stumbled out up to my feet, running the other way with a stride that could only be called desperate. I had almost caught a break when the other guy she dropkicked had risen and leaped at her, to which Louise ducked with almost unnatural elegance, that leads her jumping up at the man's neck once he landed, smacking her knee right into his ear.

There was a thud, I could no longer look, I had to get out of here. I was only a hired thug and wasn't paid enough to take a risk against such a freak. If Fisk managed to get his hands on him, it didn't matter if he wasn't going rat them out, his employer wouldn't let live through the night.

As I ran out of the room and into the hall, Jim O'Reilly ran out after me, the daughter not far behind him, Jim's form looming right next to mine, for every step I ran, he took two more edging closer to me with every second.

That was when it happened.

BOOM!

It was not the worldly sound effect of an explosive but that sound of space itself splitting open before them. It sucked him into it with the force a tornado, twirling him and Jim around until we landed on the other side of the portal, leaving the girl behind but landing them in a cold dank place, where it felt like all hope in the world was just sucked away. What came next was a shadowed figure, it was as if the very light of the world was frightened by his very presence, but I could make out the hunched but still menacing form of this being.

"Hello, welcome to my residence," A male voice spoke out, and I recognized it as my Boss. The figure walked closer to our position as I felt the urge to kneel before his very presence. "Mr. O'Reilly, I've been waiting for you, it seems my associate was having trouble convincing you to meet with me."

"Who are you?" Mr. O'Reilly's voice quivered, understandable in the presence of the Boss, but one does not ask of him how dare he. This would not stand, I gave the man the mightiest blow that I could muster right to the back of his head, knocking the man to the floor unconscious.

"That was uncalled for," The cold voice of the Boss came down on me like a whip. It was as if I had physically been hit but I knew that the Boss needed no such method to cause him harm. "Your failure to apprehend the entire O'Reilly family has set my plans back, this is a dis-pleasurable outcome." His eyes started to glow red, energy flowing around them like a sun.

"Please!" I screamed, forcing my head further along the floor. "I can do better, I just need better guys or fancier equipment." That was when I knew that I had made a mistake. I proclaimed that the provinces the Boss gave were at fault, one must never insult the Boss like that.

The last thing I'd ever see was the red light of the Boss's eyes before I met my faith of oblivion, but somehow I could still hear a few more words from the Boss in these final moments.

"Perhaps, it is time to make a play with one of my own pieces." The Boss mused I could imagine his cold terrifying smile and somehow it brought comfort to know that his god was happy.

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(The Night After the Blueman Incident)

There was a harsh snap in the room that woke Wilton from her drug-induced sleep. She had been placed in here to help deal with the pain that came from her rather severe injuries at the hands of the vigilante duo. The defeat was humiliating, the blue one was basically a child just flopping about, and she was surprised that she still lived with the way that dark colored one threw her off that building.

"I know your there Mr. Black Mask," She spoke with an ease that maintained a level of control that few would have in this position. It sent chills out into the room. "Is there something else you want to talk about?" Wilton was fundamentally cheeky for someone who was strapped in a hospital bed.

"What do you know about Fisk's fundraiser being poisoned?" Matt was being short, not wasting a single moment with the trivial response the woman wanted from him.

"Oh," Her voice went up a bit in pitch, making what she was about to say a feigning attempt at lying so brazenly that Matt almost believed that she was trying to trick him into thinking it the truth. "I know little but what I hear from the news"

Matt smacked the IV rack next to her bed, it thudded to the ground with a clatter knocking the drip line out of her arm. He grabbed her face forcing it to look him dead in his own cloth covered one, a growl from his lips. Then she reached out and gripped him by his jumper and threw into a wall with the force of a bull. Matt slid down to the floor with a gaunt sound coming from his lips as he rolled away from the oncoming drop kick of the redhead.

He kicked her in the head, smacking away her next attack with a grace that his training allowed him. When Wilton started to glow, Matt had already been prepared for that possibility, he reached out behind his back and pulled out a familiar weapon. A crude blue-glowing rifle. She stopped, not wanting to get a face full of whatever it shot.

"Didn't think you liked guns?" This was a cheeky response for someone with a gun on them.

"You hold a special place in my heart," Teeth forming into s cruel smile. "so for you I'll make an exception"

"So why should I tell you anything else?" She nonchalantly flopped back onto her bed. "You should-"

That when a surprising event happened, the lights turned out. Not just in this room but in other rooms throughout the building. While Matt could hear the clumping of over half a dozen footsteps coming towards them, Wilton looked out the window to see that a large black van was parked outside the hospital, its driver was one that she was familiar with from her job. AIM had come to get her. Wilton turned to the masked vigilante with a smile that should be seen on animated lions.

"I'd hop on out of here little mask," Her voice radiated the sheer threat that was coming up the hall. "Your little pea shooter won't do you any good against all my men."

"Are you sure that they're yours?" With at that said he heard the telltale scene of a gun about to be fired. A bullet entering its chamber.

Matt swept himself to the side of the room, dragging her to the floor at the same time. That was when a squall of bullets rang out to the bed. Cloth became ripped, what once was a blanket became scraps. Wilton sprang back to her feet after the shots were over slipped to the side of the door, opposite from where it opens. She did this with a speed that surpassed Matt's expectations of her.

The boots of the armed AIM security forces came crashing through the door, snapping the hinges off in a savage manner that showcased their intention as most, as well as the gunfire, did. Of the six of them, Wilton grabbed the rifle of the man closest to her by the barrel, surprising the men who hadn't seen her coming. She lifted the man up like this, using him to wack another one, knocking the two out cold.

Just when the rest were about to fire the Black Mask came in flinging the rifle in his hands into their guns with enough force to knock them out of their hands. He followed this up with a spinning kick the back of one of their heads, slapping the man down to the floor. That left him open to the kick of yet another one of the AIM men slamming him down to the ground with a painful thud.

One of them raised a baton taken from a holder on their outfit, but just as he was about to hit him with it, a kick from a shoeless foot struck the man in the face. There was meaty crunch that signaled a scream of pain as the man collapsed onto the floor in a boneless heap. That was one Matt leaped up from the floor and slammed his hands over the ears of the last man standing, which Wilton took as an opening to knife chop the man's throat.

"Well," She smiled at the vigilante, as always it was one that would remind a person of the monster from It. "They send a message that I don't like."

"What's that?" Matt asked while raising his guard around the woman further. He hadn't actually appreciated Pat's warning of her potential physical ability too much. The kid was always worried about breaking things, it only made sense that he thought that Matt was too vagile to fight this woman.

"That I'm fired," She took a deep breath and looked down at the broken rifle weapon that the vigilante brandished earlier. "You didn't use it? What a waste."

"Wasn't real"

That created a silence.

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The newsroom at the New York Bulletin was abuzz with a noise that few could work in but these weren't just any workers, these were people who were dedicated to bringing forth truth in the world. There covered gruesome tragedies, political schemes and the corruption of the global business. These people were what New York thought of when it came to hard-hitting news. Most people working here took their job and the paper seriously.

Well, not all of the people working here took it seriously, there was one person here who wasn't here for the glory of the press, and the for the truth to be told above all else. One who the author had decided to write like a Silver Age Villain because he was never even heard of subtlety, she was a long time worker and a decent actor who has managed to fool the staff at the paper for years now. Feeding info to rivals and even at times to those that would use this info to commit terrible deeds, some of which included murder.

But Caldwell did not care for others, just the money she could make off them.

She stalked the room with an ear out for juicy tidbits she could sell for later. Today was looking up for her, Doyle hadn't shown up since the fundraiser, he's gone missing since Ben has noted that his stuff is untouched at the apartment. Caldwell could not be happier, with him gone that meant that the bigger stories that he'd been poaching would go to people she could steal information from. Unlike that guy who was so secretive one would think his notes had the nuclear codes on them, most of the people here were opened mouth with her, due to the number of years she worked into gaining their trust. That was when this juicy sentence was spoken.

"No one has heard from him yet?" Mitchell asked the visibly stained Ben, whose face was just about looking like a pune, wrinkly and sad to Caldwell's eyes. "Has anyone checked in on that bar he likes to drink at?"

"The first place I looked," Ben sighed, eyes dropping to the floor with a look that even pulled her heartstrings until that is she remembered the guy they were discussing. "Then I looked for him at his other hangouts."

"Well," The Editor in Chief swallowed deeply. "Pat is tough, I'm sure that he'll show up soon."

"Yeah, that is what I am afraid." The Reporter sighed once more walked off, leaving the offices section entirely while muttering under his breath. Caldwell knew that this was a golden opportunity for her, Ben's office was totally empty, the documents that would be his office, Ben being an Editor know means that he would far more information in his office than most other members of staff.

With that, she entered the room unseen by all but one other person, Mitchell Ellison. What she found was a person she hadn't thought she would.

"Doyle?"

It was silent in Tony's hospital room, no one wanted to be the first person to speak, to become the center of attention. It would mean that they would be the focal point for a storm of anger, a tidal wave disappointment that neither Vision or Rhody wanted. Tony grew visibly redder as the seconds passed, his stare causing the two to look downward as if they were frightened children.

"Okay," Tony sat up from his hospital bed, making it so his back was resting against the head of the bed. Pepper was watching at his side, ready to intercede if he worked himself up too much. "So which one of you morons decided that having a brawl with love child of Thor and Hulk was the best idea?"

"I had assumed that he was the one responsible-"

"Yeah because someone that can juggle the Hulk," Tony interrupted, coughing slightly. "They would be too scared to face down two middle-aged men, because you know we're terrifying at fisticuffs," This only lead to the room falling silent once more. Stark looked at his best friend, he then looked to Vision. The two could truly feel the disappointment Tony was feeling due to them. "Now we know what happens when an Immovable Plan meets Irresistible Stupidity..."

"Tony-" Rhodey finally spoke up, finally gaining enough bravery to speak with his longtime friend.

"Don't-" Tony cut him off, coughing a hacking up spit and bending over in pain. Pepper was soon huddled over him, asking him to take it easy. The man nodded but gave a look over at the other that promised that their talk was far from over and once he was better than he would really give them the talk they deserved.

Pepper soon lead the other two out of the room, stopping just after getting out of Tony's hearing range. They faced each other, waiting for some kind of signal that would allow a comfortable talk between them. That was when Rhody decided to take the plunge by stepping closer to her. Pepper smacked him across the face, Vision was next when he opened his mouth about to speak only for her hand to smack against the hardened material that was his head. But that was her mistake for as dented as Vision's head as it was still made from Vibranium.

And if that was really painful then Pepper didn't let it show, the only mark of it was the redness to her hand.

"What the fuck were you thinking!"

"I was doing what we always have done, take threats down," There was a calmness to Vision's voice, a steadiness that was like steel. "I only underestimated what our opponent was capable of."

"I only underestimated what our opponent was capable of," Was a mocking reply from the CEO. "I want to know why you even started a fight in the first place?"

"To bring him in?" Now Vision seemed kind of confused, he wasn't liking the tone that this conversation was taking. "He is a threat, a danger-"

"He wasn't the one to bring down an entire building, he was the one to save a train full of innocent people"

"Which he broke the support pillar for." Vision argued weakly, the guilt of the incident couldn't be seen on his face but it could be seen in his eyes.

"You're the one who put him through the thing in the first place." Pepper sighed. Her hand rubbing her forehead in frustration. "Rhody why did you go along with this?"

"That is something that we want to know as well Ms. Potts," A newcomer walked up towards the group, his clothes spoke of his occupation. He was a military man, a Major. The man turned to the Vision and Rhodes, making sure to look Vision in the eye "I am sorry to say this to you sir but, both you and Colonel Rhodes are to come with me into custody."

Wilson Fisk sat beside the bed of the woman that he had wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Her still unmoving body was only matched by the look of other despair her love had on his face, there was no movement from not only his face but his whole body, it was still, motionless while he bent over the bed and held her cold clammy hand. Fisk rose, his eyes full of tears for the first time since he was a small boy.

"Wesley," He spoke, his voice cold but full of raw anger, it wasn't a question for the other man, because he had never left his boss and friend since the news had been spoken aloud. "We are going to find out who did this, and we are to burn everything they love to the ground and then only after they have nothing, only when I have pissed on their lives work, only then will I let them die"

The criminal Kingpin walked out of the hospital with a walk that convinced even the reporters waiting outside of the building to leave him alone, the anger was just too much for them to contend with. New York was about to undergo a change, one that none would have been able to tell was coming. For Wilson was no longer after money like he had been in his youth, no longer was after remaking this city into a place of his design, he wasn't interested in control anymore. He just wanted revenge for the loss of his love. Vanessa Marianna was dead.

Author's Note: I kill my characters because the story flowed into that decision for me. This chapter was originally going to be longer but I felt that the scenes that I didn't put into here are actually better off in their own chapter.

I'm sorry if this chapter is actually worse grammar wise than any of the others, I don't have access to my computer at the moment so that makes it harder to write this because I can't use Grammarly at the moment to catch the minor mistakes like I usually do. No, it's just the old Eyeball Mark 1 for me right now.