Previously, on The Defenders of Remnant...

"Don't act like you're innocent, Marc. You got blood on your hands just like me."

"Who doesn't?" Moon Knight replied before kicking Punisher back and delivering a blow to his jaw. "But I'm done killing. I'm not a soldier or a merc anymore, it was about time I started acting like it."

"You speak as if there are even more of you." Ozpin said.

"There are," Daredevil answered. "Three more of us, but we don't know where they are. Along with a criminal killer, the Punisher."

"We don't know where he is either," Moon Knight commented.

Roman Torchwick placed his cane down on the table and looked up at the Map of Vale. "Another botched job…" He muttered to himself. He had spent good money on Junior's henchman, and they failed miserably at not only the little huntress's hands, but of the three masked men behind her.

"Roman. Do you have a next target?" Cinder asked.

"Working on it. We don't have a lot of places in Vale left to hit."

"Who are you?" Torchwick asked.

"The welcoming party. There's someone who wants to meet you." Taskmaster answered.

"You see, my colleagues and I are new to this city of yours. We're looking to settle ourselves in. But it seems you two have already laid claim, and I am not one to rob a successful businessman of his own home. So I came instead to ask for a partnership." Fisk replied.

"And why, pray tell, is that?" Cinder asked.

"Interdimensional travel, my dear." The Tinkerer answered as he stepped from behind Prowler. "We were constructing a supercollider when damage to the machine brought us from our world to yours."

"Bullshit. You just want money and power. Well get in line, chump." Torchwick replied.

"It's not always about the money, Mr. Torchwick. My might combined with yours will mean death to the heroes."

"Let's hear him out, Roman." Cinder said.

"You can't be serious." Torchwick replied in disbelief.

"So, which one changed your mind?" Matt asked.

"Bit of Steven Grant, a bit of Konshu. Jake Lockely was hardlined against coming here, but Steven wanted to help and Konshu wanted the quickest way back to our world."

"You already seem particularly close with teams RWBY and JNPR. Am I wrong in assuming so?"

"They're good kids, even if it doesn't always come across with some." Peter replied.

"Well, if you really do feel so fondly of them, I ask that you look over these two teams during your time here. They show much promise, but everyone has their flaws. I ask that you guide them, help keep them on the right path." Ozpin requested.

"You follow in the footsteps of your uncle and father, you make the safety and development of others your responsibility. I wish for my students to follow such an example. Because I believe people like you can mean the difference between the life and death of a world."

"I'll keep a close eye on them, Professor. They'll make good Huntsmen yet."

"I have complete faith in you, Mr. Parker."

Weiss smiled in return before looking somewhat apologetic. "Ruby, I think you have what it takes to be a good leader. Just know that I'm going to be the best teammate you ever have." Ruby smiled wider, an expression Weiss also returned.

The Defenders of Remnant

Chapter 7: The Knight's Punishment

Marc Spector sat on the floor of the flat Ozpin had given him, legs crossed and eyes closed. Physically he was in the flat, but mentally was in a golden void, with himself and three other figures conversing. In the void, he was wearing a set of normal civilian clothes. The first of the other three figures was one who looked exactly like Marc, but was clean shaven with his hair neatly tended to, and he wore a white suit. This was Steven Grant, of the personalities in Marc's mind. The second also looked like Marc, but he had slightly more filled in facial hair along his jaw, and a fully filled mustache above his top lip. He wore a flat cap, a brown collared jacket, dark jeans and a pair of brown work boots, Jake Lockely, Marc's third personality. The final figure sat in a dusty chair covered in cobwebs, and was entirely unlike the other three. It also wore a white suit, but also wore white gloves and white dress shoes, and floating above the shoulders of the empty suit was a large bird skull with a long curved beak. Khonshu, the Egyptian god of the moon.

"Are we really going to have this argument again, Jake?" Steven asked the other personality.

"It's not our job to deal with these kids and their monsters. We have enough shit to deal with back home." Jake replied. While Steven's voice sounded softer, and more composed, Jake's was rough and tired.

"And how do you propose we do that?" Khonshu remarked, his voice deep and echoing.

"Have the webhead make something, he's a smart guy. Then we cut and run."

"You talk as if convincing the other five heroes to leave, or even Spider-Man to make the device so soon, is a simple task." Konshu replied.

"Besides," Marc cut in, "We can't leave Fisk and his cabal of supervillains on Remnant. Because apprehending him was and still is our job. So like we said before, we stay and we take Kingpin down. Then we can go home."

"You also forget your role, Jake," Khonshu continued. "You three together are a protector for those who walk under the light of the moon, who travel at night. Regardless of what moon you find yourselves under, with or without the abilities that come from being my avatar, that duty does not change."

Jake growled and looked at the other two personalities, who gazed him down with resolve. He scowled. "Fine. Do what you want. But I'm having none of it. Let us get killed for a world we owe nothing to." Jake then faded into the void, leaving Marc, Steven and Khonshu behind.

"I'm sure he'll come around, he always does," Steven assured Marc. "Just give him time." Steven then also faded away. Marc looked forward to Khonshu.

"You seemed kinda neutral tonight. Having second thoughts?" Marc asked the lunar god.

"While in this world, you can still continue your crusade. That broken moon may not be yours, but it still needs a Moon Knight." Khonshu replied. "For as long as that mountain of fat and flesh Wilson Fisk roams this planet. What are you planning?" Khonshu tilted his head.

"We need to start cracking down on Fisk, and Hornhead and Spider-Boy are too busy playing schoolgirl. Luckily, we know where to start: the hired crooks with Torchwick. I did my research while playing TA, and I found out where they came from, so I'm gonna pay the big man a visit. But the crescent cape routine isn't subtle enough for this. It's time to pull out the good suit."

Walking on the street in a full white suit with a white tie, white shoes, and white gloves, Marc approached a bar with the sign Junior's hanging out front. "Time to get to work," he said before pulling on a white mask that had white eyes outlined in black and a crescent moon on his forehead. He then approached the stairs and ascended them up, where the two guards at the door were waiting for him.

"Stop. We need to pat you down for weapons. They aren't allowed in the club," The first guard said.

"I'm gonna make this real simple: you can let me in so I can talk to your boss, and you continue to have a good night; or you try to stop me and I break your bones and go inside anyway. So what's it gonna be?" Marc threatened. The two henchmen traded glances, then started to reach into their suits for weapons, but Marc quickly grabbed them by their heads and smashed the skulls together, knocking them out and breaking both of their noses. They crumpled to the ground as blood quickly covered the faces. Marc stepped over them and entered the club, and was quickly stunned by the flashing lights and loud music of the club.

"I fucking hate night clubs," Marc remarked to himself.

They're not so bad once you get used to them, Steven chimed.

"I don't want to get used to them," Marc growled.

Enough quarreling, Khonshu commanded. Marc then walked further in and looked around, seeing Junior behind the bar. I assume that is our quarry?

"He lent the men to Torchwick. Let's see what he knows," Marc answered. He then approached the bar and sat on one of the stools. "I take it you're Junior?"

"I am," Junior replied. "And who are you?"

"I have a lot of names, but you can just call me Mr. Knight."

"Okay, Mr. Knight, what can I get you?" Junior asked professionally.

"Information, Junior. Starting with why you chose to supply Roman Torchwick with a group of enforcers to rob a dust shop just under a week ago." Junior scowled a bit.

"Because he paid. My men are always on hire, regardless of who hires them. I hate explaining this. If my men are hired by crooks, that's on them, not me. I just give what I was paid for, and I deal in men and info."

"Fine then. Since I don't want men, keep giving me information. Where is Roman Torchwick now?"

"I don't know. That was his first time hiring from me, and neither him or any of my men came back," Junior answered. "Wherever Torchwick is now, he's using someone else's men."

"Can you give me any leads?" Marc asked.

"Look, Mr. Knight, info isn't free, and I've already said quite a bit. So unless you have the Lien for more information, I suggest you leave." Junior replied.

Marc narrowed his eyes. "You'll already be paying for help for your two guards outside. So unless you want to start pouring club funds into medical bills, I suggest you spill."

"I don't know where you think you are, but this is my club. You can't threaten me here when I'm the one with the bargaining chip. You want information? Buy it. If you don't have the Lien, get lost." Junior scowled. Marc glanced behind him and saw all of Junior's nearby men watching them cautiously, ready to move in at a moment's notice.

"I wouldn't play hardball if I were you, punk. I've fought your men twice already, and they got hurt. Bad. And I don't want to have to paint your men and yourself black, blue and red all over. I've ruined enough suits that way. You also are running low on men from what I hear. It'd be a shame to have no one left to protect your club while the rest are in the hospital. So I will ask again: do you have any leads?"

Junior seemed to think, and Marc could tell the henchmen behind him were drawing weapons, but finally Junior waved them off. "No, I don't. Torchwick's avoided capture for a reason, he covers his tracks pretty well. Even I don't pick up any info on his trail."

"Know anywhere I could start looking?"

"You'd have to ask around, dig deep. There are plenty of actual criminals you could be interrogating instead. Luckily, you're in the worst part of the city. You won't have to go far."

"What do you think I am, a door-to-door salesman?" Marc remarked in annoyance.

"If the suit fits," Junior commented. Marc put his hands up in the air and turned his stool around, stepping off it. "Torchwick is slick, but nobody's perfect. And he has to be hiding somewhere people wouldn't look. If that narrows it down for you."

"I'll be back, Junior. Next time, you better be more cooperative," Marc threatened before exiting the club.

A few days later, Peter was back in his lab, learning more and more about the Atlesian tech at his disposal, and becoming quickly adept at using it. After spending hours at work, he took a moment to rest sitting in a rolling chair that was sitting near him and leaning his head back, letting a sigh leave his mouth. He then gave one look around, then pulled a small photo from his jacket pocket, looking intently at it. It was of a redheaded girl around his age, smiling into the camera, with her arms around Peter's waist, Peter also baring a bright smile. MJ, he thought to himself. I'm missing you every day. I'm sorry I let you down. You and Harry both. He then jumped in surprise when a knock came at the locked lab door. "Who is it?" He called.

"Your favorite thorns in your side," Yang remarked from the other side. Peter sighed and quickly put the photo in his jacket before getting out of the chair and letting Team RWBY in.

"Morning, girls. I didn't expect to see you today." Peter said.

"Well, we wanted to see how you were doing, and Weiss told us you got a lab of your own, and you weren't at your dorm, so we figured you'd be here," Ruby replied.

"Well, here I am!" Peter smiled as he sat back down in the chair.

"So what exactly are you even doing in here?" Yang asked.

"Right now, I'm just getting used to the Atlas tech. After that, I plan to just experiment a bit, see what I can do. I don't really have a whole big plan yet," Peter answered.

"If you really want help understanding these machines, I could help," Weiss suggested. "I am from Atlas, y'know."

"Maybe some time," Peter said.

"Why would Ozpin give you a lab to yourself anyway?" Blake asked, giving an inquisitive glance. Peter nervously rubbed his neck, knowing that question just got added to the rest he needed to answer for Blake.

"Um, reasons." Peter simply answered.

"That is so unconvincing it hurts, Pete," Yang commented.

"That's… actually a good question. These labs are priceless, students are normally only allowed to be in here under supervision. And Ozpin just gave you one all to yourself?"

"Maybe my 250 IQ had something to do with it?" Peter shrugged nervously.

"250?!" Yang, Ruby and Weiss exclaimed, while Blake raised a surprised eyebrow quietly.

"Uh, yeah. Surprised?"

"Yeah! That's stupid smart!" Ruby exclaimed. "I mean… you get the idea!"

Peter chuckled, then looked at Weiss. "I just remembered; you skipped the bill last night."

"Oh… right…" Weiss muttered.

"What bill?" Yang asked.

"Weiss took me to coffee as an apology for being… well, Weiss." Weiss sneered at him, causing Peter to smirk.

"Fine. How much do I owe you?" Weiss conceded.

"A hundred Lien, cough it up," Peter answered. Weiss sighed but took some Lien out of her pocket and forked it over. Peter took it and pocketed it himself. "So, anyways, there's something I wanted to talk to you guys about."

"What is it?" Ruby asked.

"Well…" Peter took a breath, then gave a glance to Blake, then turned his attention back to the full team. "Ozpin… has asked me to keep an eye on you all." A moment of silence went by.

Then Weiss snorted, breaking into a laugh. "You? Watch us? You're kidding."

"As much as I don't agree with her attitude," Blake added, "That's a bold statement, especially coming from another first year. Ozpin wants you to 'watch us'?"

"Yeah, what do you mean by that?" Yang asked.

"Okay first of all, I'm two years older than all of you, I take offense." Peter said in a light-hearted manner.

"Well, four years older than Ruby," Blake corrected.

"Second," Peter continued, "I have more experience than you give me credit for. Because, for the record, I am not a first year huntsman."

"Well, of course you're a first year huntsman. Why else would you be attending classes with us?" Weiss asked, arms crossed. "Why would you participate in initiation if you weren't a first year student?"

"You mean the same initiation where he just happened to be the odd man out? In an event designed to only make pairs into four-man teams?" Blake said. Peter's smirk grew as he saw Yang and Weiss's faces struggle to come to the conclusion he was telling the truth.

"Why would Professor Ozpin assign you to watch over us?" Ruby asked.

"He clearly doesn't think high of us," Weiss remarked.

"Actually, it's the opposite. He thinks highly of you all, and Team JNPR. All he wants me to do is make sure you guys don't set the world on fire figuring out your team issues. Take yesterday for example; if I wouldn't have stepped in, that fued between you and Ruby could've ended the team less than a week in, then and there." Weiss and Ruby traded nervous and regretful glances. "Without me there to give that reality check, things could've gotten worse. But Ozpin thinks that Team RWBY is worth it, same with JNPR. I spent most of the initiation with Jaune and Pyrrha because Jaune would need all the help he can get. But the other day, what I saw from both of your teams at initiation, only proves Ozpin right." The team smiled a bit and looked at one another. "Now I'm sure not your parents, I'm not a teacher, and I'm not your leader. But I want to help you all I can, so don't be afraid to ask for it, from me or from each other. Because I'm a friend."

"Sure a lot of inspirational talk from someone not trying to be a leader," Yang remarked with a smile. Peter's smirk changed to a full smile as well.

"Well, what can I say, I'm good at this kinda stuff," He shrugged.

"Alright, tone down the ego, big guy," Yang chuckled.

"Oh, uh, guys! We should head to class! Goodwitch will get mad at us if we're late," Ruby said to her teammates. As RWBY started to file out, Blake stopped by Peter.

"So, about my questions?" She asked.

"Yeah, right. We'll talk about it tonight. Come back here then and I'll answer anything you got," Peter answered. Blake nodded, then left his lab with the rest of her team. He closed the door behind them, then let out a sigh as he patted the photo in his pocket. He then took his attention off of RWBY and the photo, making his way over to his bag, which he opened to reveal his spider-suit. Let's do a patrol, take my mind off things. After changing into his spider-suit, he swung his way into the city of Vale, overlooking the streets as he crouched upon the edge of a rooftop. C'mon, Spidey-Sense, give me something.

He then heard an alarm bell start to ring, and he looked further down the street to see another group of White Fang rushing out of a building. "Now that's more like it." Peter leapt off the edge of the building and swung towards the trouble.

That night, Marc looked upon an abandoned industrial warehouse, fully dressed back in his Moon Knight suit. He leapt down to ground level and approached the building, seeing two bodies of dead White Fang members on the ground, with one being propped against the wall, a streak of blood on the wall following him. Both of them had bullet wounds in their skulls. Marc hunched down and inspected that one, moving his head back and forth.

Those aren't wounds caused by Dust, Steven's voice chimed in. These are actual bullet wounds.

"Frank…" Mark muttered. "Guess he finally made his way to Vale."

Is he still here? Steven asked.

"The entry wound isn't fully dried," Marc said, then ran two fingers along the streaks of blood on the wall, pulling some wet blood off the bricks. "And neither is the blood. So he might be. But chances are, if we're not hearing more gunfire, he's already killed all the White Fang in the place."

So it is just him and you, Khonshu said. Tread carefully.

"Yeah, no kidding." Marc stood up, then pushed the metal doors to the building open, causing them to screech as they scraped the stone floor below them and forced the aging hinges. The moonlight reached in to reveal half a dozen more corpses belonging to the White Fang. The aroma of death filled Marc's nostrils, a scent all too familiar to him. "These guys are political terrorists, not soldiers. They didn't stand a chance against Frank. This wasn't a fight. It was a massacre."

"And a damn good one," Another voice said. Marc quickly drew one of his moon blades, gripping it between his fingers as he looked up to see the Punisher two floors above, looking over a railing down towards him, the white skull painted on his outfit almost seeming to glow in the moonlight.

"Hello, Frank."

"Hello, Marc. You still crazy?" The Punisher replied.

"Little bit. You still murdering people?" Marc asked.

"Little bit. How's your imaginary god?"

"He's good. How's your dead family?"

"Still dead. Just like Fisk and this Torchwick guy will be when I get to 'em." Punisher stated.

"This has gotta stop, Frank. The killing." Marc said.

"Like I said at the collider, you got blood on your hands too. Don't play all high and mighty with me Spector. Tell me, how is Raoul Bushman doing with his face cut off?"

"I'm done with that. No more killing."

"Once a killer, always a killer. That goes for you just like it goes for pieces of shit that I take off the street!"

"And what does that say about you, Frank?" Marc yelled as he threw the moon blade at the Punisher, who quickly moved out of the way and drew a handgun, firing down at Moon Knight. Marc dodged the shots, then pulled out one of his batons, and flipped a switch that opened the top to reveal a grappling hook. He fired it upwards to the railing the Punisher was looking over, and it quickly pulled him upwards. But by the time Marc reached the third floor, the Punisher had disappeared. Marc put his baton back on his belt, then slowly walked, watching the shadows for any sign of his adversary.

"What does that say about me? That means I'm damn proud to be putting these shitbags down!"

"That's not our call to make! Not anymore!" Marc replied.

"You sound like Red, or the Spider-brat! Their way doesn't work!" Marc then dove out of the way as Punisher came out from behind a boiler to empty a rifle magazine at the lunar hero. Marc then threw three moon blades toward Punisher, who took cover behind the boiler. When Marc rushed to the spot to confront the Punisher, he had disappeared. Marc narrowed his eyes and drew three more moon blades, holding them tightly between his fingers, and kept walking along, keeping his guard up.

"You kill a killer, Frank, and the amount of killer's in the world stays the same."

"Well I've put down tens of thousands! And more keep coming out of the woodwork every fucking day!"

"So what are you gonna do, kill every criminal on Earth?" Marc asked.

"And here if I have to. No matter what it takes, I'll put all of them in the ground. Along with anyone who gets in my way."

"So does that include me? Or the kid?" Marc asked.

"Webhead is too naive. He'll figure out what reality's like the hard way, even if I have to do it myself."

"He already has, several times Frank. We all have. That's why we do what we do."

"That doesn't make a difference to me. If he's in my way, he gets dropped like the rest," Punisher said before coming out of the shadows and tackling Marc to the ground. He quickly pulled his handgun on Marc, and Marc grabbed his arm and jerked it away before he fired, then headbutted him before pushing him off. Marc quickly got to his feet, just to take a bullet to the side as Punisher relentlessly fired at the Moon Knight. Marc held his side and took cover behind a stone pillar, gritting his teeth behind the mask. Punisher took the chance to reload his handgun, but Marc then rushed him, delivering a blow to his ribcage and another to his jaw. The Punisher, however, caught the third strike and kneed Marc in the stomach. Despite the blow, Marc didn't hesitate to punch his adversary again.

This fight continued for long minutes, neither Moon Knight or the Punisher gaining an upper hand on the other. It had gotten to the point where their outfits were torn up, blood leaking from fresh wounds. Alright, Jake, we need some unhinged violence right now, Marc called to the alternate personality. But no response came, not even a vague presence. Jake? This distracted Marc long enough for the Punisher to get a few hits in, putting Marc off balance. The Punisher then kneed him in the stomach again, then gripped Marc by his torso, bracing himself, then threw Moon Knight with all his power, sending him out the closest window, making the glass shatter. Marc fell three stories from that window, and landed hard on his back on the stone ground below, the air being blown out from his lungs as he felt ribs crack and his spine pulse. He hacked up blood and looked upwards to see the Punisher staring down at him, then disappeared into the darkness of the warehouse, fleeing from the scene. He took a few moments to try and force his breathing and laid his head back. "Where's Frenchie when I need him?"

Torchwick and Kingpin both scowled as they looked at the television hanging in the corner, displaying a news report, with the heading "Masked Hero in Vale". The reporter started covering the story.

"This afternoon, another small group consisting of members of the infamous White Fang continued their string of Dust robberies, their latest outing in a long streak of recent Dust shop stickups. However, this afternoon's venture was stopped by a masked vigilante calling himself Spider-Man. After apprehending the White Fang members, our very own Cyril Ian was able to ask a few questions of the vigilante before he swung away from the scene." The TV then changed from the female newscaster to footage of Spider-Man with a mic labeled VNN being pushed towards him, three White Fang members tied up in webbing and hanging from a lamppost behind him.

"Easy, easy people, it was really nothing," Spidey assured the civilians around him who had taken interest.

"Would you mind answering a few questions for the record?" The reporter, Cyril, asked from off camera.

"Um, sure, I could answer a few, but I gotta swing off before too long," Spider-Man replied.

"Who are you? And why did you involve yourself in this robbery by the White Fang?" Cyril asked.

"Well, I'm your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man! Vale's newest superhero! As for the robbery, I couldn't just let these punks get away with threatening someone's life and stealing Dust. That's wrong."

"Spider-Man? So are you a Faunus as well? Or is this a play for power by the Spider crime syndicate?"

"What? No, no, I'm not a criminal, or a faunus. I'm just someone trying to do the right thing, to do right by all the people of Vale."

"If you want to help people, then why wear that mask?" Cyril questioned.

"It's not a good thing if the bad guys know my address, y'know? Kinda part of the whole superhero thing."

"Is there anything you have to say to the people of Vale? The people you're supposed to 'do right by'?"

"Yeah, actually," Spidey said before looking towards the camera. "I'm here to help protect everyone in Vale and beyond. And I'm not the only one. I promise to do my best to bring the bad guys to justice, including Roman Torchwick, the White Fang, and all their partners."

"We?" Cyril asked.

"Sorry, gotta swing! See ya!" Spidey exclaimed before quickly wall crawling up the adjacent building, then leaping off and swinging away. The TV then switched back to the initial newscaster.

"Today's apprehension of the White Fang has raised many questions; Who is this Spider-Man? Will more superheroes begin to appear in the Kingdom of Vale? And more importantly, can they really keep this promise of fighting and apprehending legendary criminal Roman Torchwick? It seems we will have to wait and see. This is Lisa Lavender, signing off." Torchwick then turned off the TV and tossed the remote aside.

"TV's overrated anyways," he remarked.

"They've shown their hand. They're revealing themselves to the world," Fisk stated.

"And so will we, soon enough," Cinder said as she approached the two.

"And when exactly will that be?" Torchwick asked.

"Patience, Roman. You cannot break a kingdom overnight."

"While I understand the work that goes into large scale planning, Ms. Fall, I also wish to know when this endgame of yours is meant to take place," Fisk agreed with Torchwick.

"There are still many steps to take before we can begin that process. But don't worry, you will know what to do. Now, would you like to inspect the new armaments we've given your men?" Cinder asked. Kingpin gave a slight scowl, but nodded, and he and Torchwick followed Cinder to a larger part of the warehouse where Electro was equipping a new piece of technology, while Prowler, Bullseye, Taskmaster and the Tinkerer stood aside. When the Tinkerer saw Fisk walk in, he approached the mob boss.

"Mister Fisk, the applications of Dust to my knowledge of our world's technology is incredible! There are so many possibilities for innovation!"

Fisk nods. "So I have heard, Mr. Mason. So, what have we got?"

The Tinkerer nods and gestures to Electro, who now wore a metal pack on his back, containing dozens of yellow Dust crystals safely encased in glass cylinders along a rotating track circling a glowing core. "While Electro still possesses his electric powers, using lightning Dust can further enhance the destructive capability of his powers. He has three dozen crystals stored in the container pack to draw power from, with the built in conveyor linking to the transfer core being able to hold six at a time. Transferring the energy into the core allows Electro to more easily control the foreign electrical energy created by the Dust."

"Impressive. Our strongest hitter can now hit harder," Kingpin remarked.

"Yeah, c'mon, let me at the Spider with this!" Electro insisted.

"In time, Mr. Dillon. For now, we will follow Miss Fall's lead," Fisk assured him.

"And you all will play your part soon enough," Cinder added. "So relax while you can, and become acquainted with Vale. Soon, you all will be a force for change in Vale." The villains looked between one another. "Now, I must be off for the evening. Good night, gentlemen." Cinder then took her leave, Torchwick leading her out. Fisk then turned to the Tinkerer.

"How far along is it, Mason?" Fisk asked.

"The plans are finished, it's just a matter of trial and error to get a working design," the Tinkerer replied.

"Good. I care not for the politics of this world. The sooner we can leave this rock, the better. Once we return to Earth, we can continue my search for Vanessa."