Namor v Aleksei
00:40
Wilson Fisk woke up on a blanket surrounded by five others. “What is this? Cornell Stokes, you let me live?”
“Begrudgingly.”
The person in the center helped him sit up, “I wanted to save you. Now you owe us Mister Fisk.”
“I have nothing to give you.”
“Don’t rich pieces of shit like you always have secret money in some Cayman island?”
“I have nothing to give you.”
She stood back up, “whatever, you just owe us a favor later down the line. You’ll need us if Hammerhead expands from Brooklyn. And we’ll need you on occasion for information and connections. Other than that, you can run away now.”
“What is this? Who would I contact?”
“Your old Diamondback. We’re the Serpent Society.” She flashed her teeth. Fisk rolled his eyes.
“Spider-Man villains will do me no good. Thank you for the rescue, that is all from me,” Fisk said walking away.
“I don’t even fuck with Spider-Man,” she whispered.
Fisk kept walking away but he looked back once. In the center was a lady dressed in green, she is the Viper. To her right were Cornell dressed as a cottonmouth and Willis dressed as a diamondback. To her left were two others; Constrictor and Black Mamba. Mamba was not black but previously a prostitute in Chicago before moving to Manhattan. She is a psychic of infatuation. She wears a mostly dark blue but also green outfit. Constrictor used to be a CIA agent until suffering a mental shock so he became a Manhattan mercenary. Well predicted by Fisk, he has fought Spider-Man before with his 30 foot long adamantium coated rope which is painted gold. His outfit is green and gold. Viper is an Armenian born neo nazi who moved to New York a few years ago immediately joining the crime circuit although never crossed paths with any heroes. She uses toxins. Cottonmouth used to be a criminal lord in Harlem as a part of the Stokes dynasty. He recently rivaled Fisk’s crimedom and the Hand in a triad war that was ended by the rise of Luke Cage. No powers, he just knows these people. Diamondback is Luke’s half brother and used to be the mayor of New York City along as a weapons broker and partner to Wilson Fisk. He created gauntlets that could harm Luke bluntly along with armor that can absorb damage but he has always been known as “Diamondback” because nobody could ever backstab him in his life, not even Fisk.
“We’ll use this ruined prison as a base for right now since we all met. And we should wait until Deadpool finishes his sweep of the city.”
6:43
At the JFK Airport, a flight from Turkey just landed. The tired travelers tiredly came down the stairs, one of them being Felicia Hardy. At one point in her life, she was a regular kleptomaniac but last year, a Darkhold user cursed her with a cat form. Felicia was born with snow white hair but she does turn into a black cat due to her gothic aesthetic. Today she wore a black Star Wars shirt with a leather jacket, a black pencil skirt, gray pantyhose, black knee high boots, and a cat themed choker. She smiled widely when she spotted her pick up. She started waving, “heyyyy Spider-Man!”
Peter Parker’s face dropped and he turned around while the crowd in the room started looking everywhere for the superhero.
“Hahahahaha,” Felicia laughed as she hugged him. “it’s okay, I didn’t point at you. You almost peed yourself, hahahaha.” She then showed him the jewelry she stole from the distracted people around them on the inside of her jacket.
Peter started walking away, “why did you ask me to pick you up?”
“Because I have no other friends? You know this,” she held onto his arm tightly. They went to pick up her bag and she started talking about her trip through Europe. “And then I met this lady who could cut me without even a knife. She was mentally insane.”
“That’s great. I have to ask why you decided to come now? You know there’s this Deadpool guy killing the superheros.”
“DEADPOOL’S HERE?” And the New Yorker populace of the airport started running around more worried than before. They made their way outside.
“Felicia, maybe think before you yell something like that.”
“What the fuck? You could’ve texted me that yesterday. I don’t want to see him again.”
“It’s okay, we got this team and even Iron Man is involved. Wait, again?”
“I fucked him! He took my virginity! I. don’t. like. Wade. Wilson!!”
Finally a taxi stopped before them and Peter put her suitcase in the trunk before sitting inside. Then he slammed the door. He held a face shocked beyond comprehension. Dopinder greeted his customer and asked where to go. “Just anywhere. Actually, the Strange house. I heard the Doctor finished his vacation.”
“And your lady? She’s knocking on the window very hard and I’d have to pay for it.”
“Fine. Pull down the window.”
And she yelled at him, “why don’t you have a car!? I know how you get around but a regular person should have a car!! Picking me up with a taxi, you’re not very romantic at all!!!”
Peter opened the door and she cuddled all close to him. Dopinder said, “you guys are nice.”
“Oh, we look cute?” Felicia asked. “That’s good, he might not want it but he completes me.”
“I wish a woman completed me…”
Peter can’t just talk about Deadpool behind Dopinder but now that she used the name Wade, “wait when did you meet Wade? Your friend Wade.”
Felicia raised an eyebrow, “friend? I guess our online relationship was friendly. I fucked him maybe four years ago. You were 15. I would’ve been 18. But he was 21 I think. He was some Canadian dude always talking about his childhood dream to be a superhero like Captain America. We met in a hotel in Buffalo and he showed me his superhero costume. Called it “Slade” but the next year I saw him, he said he was Deadpool. Anyways, we fucked like maybe four times. He was just super weird and kinky and then I got into my business so I ghosted him. He sent me hate mail so I don’t think I want to see him again. Aw, honey, are you okay?”
Peter was now just hyperventilating. “That’s that’s no that’s great. That’s awesome.” Genuinely, why does the universe attack me this way? Outloud, “I couldn’t even like a different woman than him…”
“Deadpool…Deadpool,” Dopinder repeated and then he remembered. He reached into his glove compartment taking out a card. “You mean this Deadpool?”
“Agh, ew, fuck. Yes him. Worst part is that he would wear the mask whenever he fucked. I asked him to take it off but he said he needs it for endurance. I fucking hate it!”
“WAIT WHAT? Taxi man-“
“My name is Dopinder,” he said kind of proudly.
“Sorry, Dopinder. Why do you have that card?”
“I picked him up from Central Park and took him to Harlem yesterday. I am in all of his best projects.”
“You WHAT?”
11:00
Bullseye woke up again confused. He looked over to his side where Namor was in a regular business suit in front of the body mirror. Kwannon patted down his suit and then started tying his tie for him. Logan came into the bedroom in casual clothes. He grabbed a new cigar and started smoking. Wade left the bathroom completely naked, “hey where’s the towels?”. Logan reached under his bed and gave him blood stained towels. “Nice, thanks.”
“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?”
Pietro woke up next to Bullseye, “huh, why are you screaming? Shut the fuck up!”
“Hey 🅱️eter,” Wade said, “wake up, we gotta go soon.”
“Ughhhh, why? Go hunt on your own.”
Bullseye did some quick math in his head, “hey you only have 13 hours left for your own time limit, why are you all wasting time!?”
“Why do you care?” Logan asked. “You only want to kill Daredevil. Go back to sleep until it’s night time.”
Namor answered, “you wonton buffoon, I am not wasting my time. I have a court case this morning. That is where we are going, Maximoff.”
“Oh fine, just let me catch five more minutes of peace.”
“Look at his hard on, he’s definitely trying to save a wet dream,” Kwannon said.
“A court case?? Why are you doing that right now!??”
“I scheduled it as soon as realistically possible. This is just the hearing so the judge there will decide how my foe should plead. If he pleads guilty, as he should, it would be done then and there. We get a new car to ride home.”
Wade now started putting on his street clothes. He would say, “yeah it’s horrible what that scoundrel did to our car. Completely demolished it. Cannot even repair it with what remains. Our boss would fry our asses.”
“Who’s your boss?” Bullseye wandered out loud. Logan tackled Wade to the ground covering his mouth. Bullseye then said, “whatever, doesn’t matter. I’ll wait here for your return.”
12:00
At the local courthouse in Midtown, the hearing for the Aleksei case was about to begin. City Judge Henrik Jensen would be hosting this. Sitting in the defensive corner were Matt Murdock, Foggy Nelson, Karen Page, and the large Aleksei. Karen was informed of the trial but sat in disbelief. “Matt, you should be looking for the you-know-who’s right now. How are we even supposed to win?”
Matt turned to Foggy who said, “Falsehood”.
“What?!”
Sitting in the prosecutor’s corner was Jeryn Hogarth. She was answering some email on her tablet and did not even acknowledge her peers. The seats behind them were filled with civilians including Old Man Crowley and Gena. “This should be an interesting case,” Gena said. “You said Jake didn’t answer the phone?”
“No but perhaps he is on his own odyssey.”
Of course, civilians have no choice in a hearing. Judge Kelly will decide if this goes to a real trial as soon as Namor arrives. Right now Namor walks down the center aisle followed by his 4 mutant partners. Namor wore a bright golden crown and handed out a few gold bricks to civilians as he walked down. Crowley cheered when he got his, “maybe I should coat myself with it.”
Namor sat down next to Hogarth and she noticed, “you couldn’t wear shoes? Why do you wear wings?”
“It’s more fly than Jordans.”
The other four sat in the front row directly behind the prosecution. Hogarth turned to them and asked, “are they your servants?”
“Yes.”
Kwannon was wearing a sparkly purple chess and a pearl necklace. Her purple hair was tied up in a wrap. Logan wore a biker outfit including a huge smoking cigar and chains hanging from his belt loops. Wade was in a beach outfit with his button shirt opened. Pietro decidedly wore his blue cloth pajamas and droopy hat. “Colorful. Uh, sir you know you can’t smoke in here? The security may kick you out.”
Logan grunted. Then he demolished his chair with a kick and asked, “may I smoke outside bub?”
“Yes,” answered Namor all royally.
Logan stomped out but before closing the door, he exhaled a heavy smoke cloud in a guard’s face. When Logan stepped outside, he smelled liquor. Directly across the street was a bar. Logan grinned.
Matt turned to Foggy, “hey so that’s the team that’s been murdering superheroes.”
Foggy looked over to Namor and his ‘servants’. “What are you talking about? That’s the King of the Sea.”
“Which Sea!?” cut in Karen desperatly.
“No, guys, I fought the girl in purple and the beach boy last night. The latter is Deadpool. Now we suddenly have to try in this court case.”
“Wait, I was going to speak. I don’t want to try,” Foggy said.
Judge Jensen looked up, noticing that everyone was ready. “Alright then looks like we can start-” then he was interrupted by a loud groan from Pietro who decidedly fell asleep. “Ooooh kay well what are we in for here today?”
Hogarth stood up with a stack of papers saying, “we are here looking for reparations from Aleksei, also known as the Rhino, for the destruction of the sacred jeep in which Namor, King of the Sea, travels in. This sheet is the registration of the car and I also have a video feed of the destruction from street cameras.” Jensen looked at the sheet which read that Namor Atlan was the owner of the car while Hogarth used the projector to show the video. The video also very clearly showed how the mutants escaped the car, surprising both Foggy and Karen. “As you can see, he deliberately jumped onto the car instead of avoiding it.” Another video was showing of Rhino passing buy cars, “he didn’t seem to crush any others so King Namor found this unfair and wants this to be shown in criminal records.”
“Uhhh okay, so why do we even need lawyers?” Jensen asked. “And I don’t see any rhinoceros shaped man in this room.”
Hogarth pointed over to Aleksei. Now she noticed Matt and Foggy, “oh it’s just you”. She smiled and walked back to her seat saying, “you can try.”
Matt and Foggy rolled their eyes. Then Foggy rose out of his seat, “well firstly, we can establish an alibi. Here’s a receipt from the Doughnut Plant, a store on the corner of Grand and Essex. It is labeled at 8:50 and the place is more than ten minutes away from this intersection in Tribeca. So he could not be there. And even more than that, here’s a screenshot of a text to his wife. It was sent at 8:53 and it states, ‘coming home in five’ because of course, our innocent friend lives in the Ukrainian Village which is about five minutes away. So no, he will not be paying for something that obviously someone else did. And of course it was someone else, cause Aleksei is not the Rhino. A bit racist I might add. Not all Russians dress as Rhinos.”
Hogarth stood up and joined the floor. “Well I might add that they are of the same build. Aleksei is bigger than even Fisk and the only one who could possibly fit in that suit.”
Foggy fired back, “well unless you do have to suit for him to try on, this theory means nothing. In any case, why at all are you acting like Aleksei is the Rhino?”
Matt raised his head at Aleksei realizing, this is true! How does she even know about his identity? I never met the Rhino so I don’t know if he smells the same as Aleksei. The Rhino has been arrested only twice before but I am unsure if his identity was revealed then.
Foggy continued, “But let me first say, Aleksei, when he was in Soviet Russia, did his obligatory 2 years of service and then became a wrestler along with factory manager. By the time the Union fell, he became the rich owner of an oil reserve and became a part of the oligarchy system on a small level. He obtained a US visa just to live in New York although he still runs his refinery through middle men. He lives here with a two year old daughter like many other international civilians. He has no reason to be the Rhino whose criminal efforts were trafficking, demolition, and being a strong arm for Doctor Octavius. An oil tycoon has no reason to join the Sinister Six.”
“Funny you mentioned his visa. He has renewed it recently but the first one was registered just one month before the Rhino’s first battle with Spider-Man. You are right in saying that he was the Sinister’s strong man as that attack was to simply bully the superhero. Now I ask, who better than an ex-wrestler with military training?”
“I’m just going to go back and ask you; how do you know?”
Across the street, at the bar, Logan walked into a sweaty room. He paid the bartender for a couple of rounds of beer and then turned his attention to a tournament. There was a large black man arm wrestling other customers. Behind him was a whiteboard that his sidekicked tallied. There were 37 tallies. The man asked who’s next. Logan watched as the Punisher stood up from his corner and stepped forward saying, “37, that’s all?”. A part of the room chuckled and another part shivered.
The champion asked, “Frank Castle?? What are you doin here in your drip? Is that even legal?”
“What are you going to do about it? There’s villains on the loose and I’m after them. You’re not in trouble. Let’s wrestle.” Frank sat down and rested his arm across the table. The champion grinned and set his arm up. They clasped hands together and started from a count of three. Boom! Frank destroyed the man’s hand in an instant.
“Gatdamn!” he exclaimed. But then he left the table. The sidekick tearfully wiped the board.
Then somebody pointed out, “well hey, it’s the freakin Punisher, what’re gonna do? But Franky, the man you defeated, took a shot everytime he won so he was already 37 deep. He’s lucky he’s a bit strong. Why don’t you take a shot and start the challenge?”
“Fair enough.”
So now Logan stepped forward and sat across from Frank. “I’m bad news for ya, bub.”
Frank took his shot and put an arm up. Logan put his arm up as well, “the only bad news in here is me”. Slam!
Frank lost immediately. “You’re pretty good greenhorn,” Logan said.
“What the hell?” Frank asked. He thought; he feels stronger than even Webhead.
“We can just go again. I’ll drink too,” Logan said with a small grin. Frank scoffed and they battled once more.
“Foggy, is that all? Is that all you have to defend Aleksei of irrefutable proof that I have to him being the Rhino? You know what this case hinges on? Now the supervillains Spider-Man fights can be prosecuted and their bank accounts flushed by the city for their collateral damage. That can’t be everything. You really want to hear my proof?”
“Lay it on me Jeryn!”
“Hogarth, you can’t just hype up evidence like this,” warned the Judge.
Hogarth took out a new sheet, a newspaper draft. She flashed it at Foggy and the crowd and then handed it to Judge Jansen. She said, “this is horrible because she died yesterday from the Rhino but before the Rhino joined the Sinister Six, there was a second time he fought Spider-Man and was actually defeated. Trish Walker of the Daily Bugle had experienced the fight first hand, taking photos and following the two. One last photo she took had the mask of Spider-Man removed, along with Rhinos. Trish then took these photos to her friend Jessica Jones and then started writing about the story for the newspaper. Jameson, the Editor in Chief, was hellbent on finding Spider-Man’s identity. Jessica was able to locate the Rhino suit within the home of Aleksei Mikahilovich and even saw him put it on. Trish writes about this in her draft. Jessica also found the man behind Spider-Man but considering his identity, Trish begged Jameson to not publish it. Jameson was reasonable, simply keeping the drafts in the Bugle’s storage room. Hearing about this, I also heard they basically kept Rhino’s identity secret so I had my personal investigator, Malcolm Ducasse, retrieve the draft from Trish of which she was okay with.”
As if on cue, regularly dressed Trish Walker walked into the courtroom and sat in the back row despite everyone staring at her. She kept her eyes down and then she glanced over at Malcolm who kept a solemn face.
Hogarth did not notice, “so I have been keeping this information, the identities of Spider-Man and the Rhino secret for over a year. In fact, everyone in New York knows me as the super lawyer because of my interest in the politics of heroes. Nelson and Murdock has had their share of Tony Stark and Frank Castle but I’ve defended Spider-Man, Strange, and Blackbolt! And over time I have gathered several secret identities of our weekly villains specifically for a case such as this! Once this precedent is set, an expose will defeat all of our villains!”
“Jeryn you can’t just hype your career using a simple hearing,” the Judge warned.
Foggy was taken aback with his mouth agape. He looked over at Matt who mouthed, ‘she’s not lying’. Namor realized the meaning of all this and thought, this town is unlivable, I can never return.
“Damn that’s kind of crazy,” Wade said to Kwannon.
“Thank heavens Canadian lawyers suck ass,” she responded.
Judge Jensen said, “Jessica Jones did die so only Trish could corroborate any of this in the trial. Any rebuttal from the defendant?”
“Ah yes, let us counsel our client,” Foggy said. Then he walked over to the extremely sweaty Aleksei and worried Matthew. “So we just ask for charges at this point.”
“What? No,” Aleksei exclaimed.
“We actually tried Aleksei. Foggy, handle the rest, I’ve got to take a shit,” Matt said.
Karen asked, “is that unreasonably disgusting code for him?”
“Yup. I couldn’t think of a better wording.”
Matt then quickly ran out repeating “shit shit shit” swinging his cane back and forth. Hogarth and Namor high fived. Aleksei wiped his brow, “he ran out but there must be something you can do Mr. Nelson.”
“It’s best if we plead guilty Rhino- err I mean Aleksei. Then you’ll just have to pay a fine. The state may arrest you for previous crimes but you can try for a shorter sentence in that other case. Which we will NOT be helping you with.” Aleksei shattered the table with a slam. “Not really helping your case on the collateral damage shit,” Foggy said, getting in between Aleksei and Karen.
“So when will I get rewarded?” Namor asked.
Judge Jensen said, “well, Aleksei, what do you plead? If guilty, you will simply pay Namor the worth of the car. If not…you’d enter into a case that ensures some jail time. You may be charged for your other ‘feats’ there as well. Considering your standing in Russia, extradition would only be accepted as soon as you pay Namor.”
Aleksei was breathing heavily as everyone stared at him. Karen tugged on Foggy’s shirt. “Uh, I don’t think we need Daredevil. I shouldn’t have let him run out,” Karen whispered. “Whenever Team Deadpool walked in, I already got in contact with a superhero. He’s here now.”
“You wh-”
The ceiling was then blown apart as Iron Man flew in. “Alright, I know that looked dangerous but that was totally Deadpool’s fault.” Jarvis scanned the room and recognized Pietro’s sleeping face. Iron Man raised his arm ready to fire his laser at Pietro.
“Bollocks, we aren’t supposed to fight Iron Man,” Kwannon whispered.
Then Wade stood up saying, “hey I don’t know who this sleeping loser is but isn’t it super dangerous for you to just blast someone in a filled room?”
“That depends if that someone is the speedster Spider-Man fought yesterday.”
The doors slammed open to the Daredevil walking in. The crowd gasped and some decided to hide themselves. He does appear in the daytime if necessary but criminals continue to perpetuate the idea that he is an edgy nighttime hero. DD shouted, “It is the very same person. Don’t let the unmasked Deadpool fool you.” DD then tossed his billy club letting the wire extend. It bounced off the barricade and then shot into the air behind Wade. DD now closed in to catch this other end and then pulled on the club, choking Wade with the string. “Surrender, killer.”
“Neat,” said Iron Man, blasting a laser through Pietro’s neck. He fell over but woke up choking on air.
“Not neat,” Kwannon muttered as she cut the string choking Wade apart. She then leaped into the air drop kicking Daredevil to the ground hard.
“What the…” wondered Hogarth glancing over at Namor. Namor clenched his fists and stared straight ahead.
“Still neat,” Iron Man fired another precision laser through Kwannon’s arm as she approached the DD on the floor. She flinched thinking, this bloke is nothing but annoying. And Daredevil, I just hit him with a car strength attack. The fact that he’s thinking about still fighting me means he could take a lot of damage.
Daredevil has heaving but rose slowly nonetheless. He swayed with his arms lowered to his side. Wade coughed his last and said, “you know what mister Devil. That was really rude. It’s a good thing…” everyone looked at him as he paused, “…I packed my…” they leaned in, “inhaler!”. They groaned, leaning back in their seats. Wade reached into his crotch and then pulled out, “actually I meant my blunderbuss!” He fired this at Daredevil who front flipped over the blast and then Wade was laser sniped by Iron Man in his neck. Immediately Kwannon was kicked to the ground by another Devil front-flip.
“Namor, what’s going on? And more importantly, what are you going to do about it?” Hogarth asked him.
How annoying! I just needed Aleksei to say he was guilty and eventually we would get a check for the car. That blundering Stark! “Hogarth, where did the blind lawyer go? He seemed to disappear only for the Daredevil to appear,” Namor responded as he recognized the same smell from the two. Daredevil’s smell was more bloody though.
“What? Are you saying they are the same person? Murdock is literally blind and the Devil comes from Hell. Murdock’s probably still shitting.”
“Ew. Despite this situation, Aleksei still needs to plead guilty.”
Then, faster than what most could see, Namor jumped out of his seat. He jumped to the wall behind the judge and then darted for Iron Man fists first. He punched the mech to the ground. Namor then rolled onto the ground and slide-tackled Daredevil. As the Devil fell, he grabbed his neck and turned, smashing him into the ground. Namor then appeared in front of Aleksei with his question, “what do you plead??” The crowd gasped as they watched Iron Man and Daredevil fall to the floor and Namor suddenly stood in front of Aleksei. Foggy and Karen tripped, backing away from the two of them. Trish was shocked, I can’t believe I saw all of that. Namor is a superman among supermen.
“Not guilty, Seaman.” Aleksei then grabbed Namor at his sides and body slammed him into the ground. Aleksei stood up, spit on Namor and then stomped toward the exit. The judge buried his face in his hands.
Pietro caught his breath and looked over to his two friends who were choking as they healed from laser damage. Iron Man rose up and helped Daredevil stand up. “Hey this is our first team up, let’s not embarrass ourselves.”
“Can you fight in a packed room like this?”
“Yeah with lasers, you just saw me do it.”
Aleksei slammed the door closed and so the Judge announced, “this hearing is invalid. I’m throwing all of it out. Either retry again later or forget this. Namor, you aren’t even a real king? You’re with Deadpool right?”
Namor rose out of his small crater saying, “I will neither confirm nor deny such accusations.”
“Namor, run away, we can’t fight Iron Man right now,” Pietro said, picking up Wade and Kwannon.
“You can run, secret Deadpool ally I was unaware of.” Namor picked up Karen’s flask from the floor. “As for me, I’ll murder everyone in this room alone.” The civilians shuddered.
“So scary for no reason. Guys he’s not going to do that shit,” Pietro announced.
“Well yeah we’re here,” Iron Man said. Pietro shook his head and then sprinted out of the room. “Well shit, he is fast!”
Namor poured some water in his palm. “Sixteen Neptunian Bullets,” he waved this hand, sending scores of water bullets at the gallery which would pierce into the skin of the civilians. These bullets bounced off the armor of the heroes. Namor kept flinging deadly water until Daredevil threw one of his batons. Stark rose into the air and fired mini missiles at him. Namor poured the rest of the water in the flask into his mouth. Then he tossed the flask killing a random civilian. Then caught the baton and tossed it into Karen’s neck. People started to scream. He then covered his face as the missiles landed across his body. His suit was now burned and he had a few burn marks as well. Namor jumped at IM and drop kicked him. Iron Man, despite the efforts of the suit, fell on the crowd injuring some civilians.
Karen….Daredevil thought as Foggy held her bleeding head against his chest. Namor was about to drop on top of the Devil. The Devil gritted his teeth and jump-punched upwards knocking Namor in his forehead. Namor fell to the ground on his shoulder thinking his punch sucks in terms of power. But it hit me in just the right part to cause actual damage. The Devil must fight like those orientals who can target chakra points. Namor stood on his feet the same time Daredevil landed. IM flew to Namor’s flank. Namor fired his mouth cannon of water at DD’s face which did heavy blunt damage. Namor turned around to IM catching a punch while IM announced, “hey everybody take a hint and leave!” Namor and IM traded a few blows until Namor had to block a punch from DD. Namor noticed DD’s grin as the heroes now pressured this super mutant from either side. As the room emptied, they moved down the aisle. Trish remained in her position recording this on her phone. DD did not let Namor maneuver so that they were both in front of him as he always stepped behind the seaman. Where there’s power is in Iron Man. Where there’s efficiency, there is Daredevil.
At the same time in the bar, Frank was not winning against Logan who drank after every bottle. “Hey, what kind of man are you?”
“Stronger than you. Simple.”
“You ever been to war?”
“Yeah, Iraq. You?”
“Heh, the very same.”
“Yeah, Iraq, Somalia, the Balkans. But Iraq was years ago, you look like you just left a fight.”
“Special Forces go on special missions. But also you’re not actually American. Europe? No, you’re Canadian.”
“Hit the mark.”
“Yeah. America’s always in a fight and they almost had to fight me.”
“Sometimes, you fight long enough, you never leave.”
“Even when you want to. Just for a moment.”
“But like waterboarding, you only get to breathe for one second. Then, you’re pulled back into a new jungle.” They heard a boom and looked over to see Iron Man fly into the courthouse. They both sighed. Logan then said, “those fucking idiots attracted Iron Man some how.”
“That’s weird. A jungle. I would closer describe war as a hell.”
“What? That’s weird. War is fun. I love ripping out the entrails of a person who thought they could best me. A real hell is the casual slice of life stuff my friends always try to get me into. Everyday must have a purpose, a hunt. Only after that will I rest until I’m pulled back in.” Logan took a drink and then quietly sung, “Welcome to the jungle, we’ve got fun and games. We got everything you want honey, we know all the names…”
“No, war is horrible. It feels more productive, yes but there is no place to find jolly in the middle of a murder orgy.”
“Ugh, this is the problem with American culture. Those in the Old World know, war is just to vent out rotten emotions and feel good for yourself. Some honor and nobility. You guys moan and get edgy about everything here. Shits not real.”
“What the fuck?”
Logan then stood saying, “well, it’s not like I should bond with a future victim. Punisher, I’m going to end you before Iron Man finds me, the Wolverine.”
The crowd in the bar gasped as Logan lunged at Punisher with his claws growing as he drew near. Punisher leaned with his chair backwards taking out a glock. He then raised his legs kicking Logan back on the table. Frank fell on his back and then rolled backwards and fired his gun as Logan approached again. Logan took the bullet in his shoulder but dived nonetheless. Frank fired again before rolling to the side and then punched Logan in his face before rolling to a stand. Logan stood up too and was blasted by Frank’s shotgun. The right side of his stomach blew apart. Logan grunted in pain but then raised his arms ready to fight.
Frank scoffed, “okay, even if you’re strong like Webhead, cut the bravado act. That shit hurt you.”
“Maybe for you bub.”
The bartender slammed his counter. “Wolverine, you menace. You attack the Punisher and New York goes to war with you!”
Everyone else took out their guns and other weapons. Frank smiled. “Damn, I was not supposed to kill regular people,” Logan said.
Namor’s punches left little dents in Stark’s armor but the bruises on his own body were building up. He tried to escape several times but, now that the room was empty, Iron Man could easily catch up and keep the pressure on him until Daredevil caught up moments later. Namor could not find himself hitting Daredevil frequently who avoided most everything while Namor could not avoid any of his attacks. And then with Iron Man, he’s getting better and better getting around my blocks and dodges. Kwannon was correct in calling the Iron Man an advanced Robocop.
Logan was fired at by everyone in the room and despite his healing factor, he would still have to first suffer the damage. Moving past that, he charged at Punisher who moved away and fired again. Logan slashed through the shotgun blast and charged again although Frank hopped over the counter. Logan smashed through the counter, stabbed the bartender, and then started throwing bottles at the other customers as they continued firing at him. The bottles flew lethally, knocking into the heads of drunk patrons and knocking them out instantly. But Logan ran out of bottles so he dove behind the counter. He smelled that Frank made his way to the center of the room. He seemed to have also switched guns. Logan then started digging through the floor of the bar. Dig dig dig, he popped out underneath Frank with his claws soaring through the air. Frank jumped up with his sniper slug entering Logan’s nose. It bounced and slid past his adamantium cartilage and pierced his frontal lobe. Halfway in the ground, Logan’s body slumped over. The others peered on and Frank nudged Logan. He suddenly growled and leaped out the hole. Landing on the wall, he turned his head allowing others to see his mouth foaming. “He’s gone feral,” Frank exclaimed before Logan attacked the crowd with a howl.
The Iron Man suit, with the AI of Jarvis, is able to continuously adapt to opponents. When in the suit, Tony has a screen before him which does inform him of his surroundings but many of the lights are just targets to hit that Jarvis learned about. Or warnings of a hit depending on an opponent’s fighting style. So the longer you fight Iron Man, the better he gets at kicking your ass. With Namor stalling this fight, he ended up getting his ass kicked. Finally he used an unforeseen move, “Palm Cannon” where he pushes his symmetric hands against the core of a person. Depending on their body weight, it can knock them far away. This knocked Iron Man a few feet back allowing Namor to turn around and blitz Daredevil with a hailstorm of punches. The Devil flew against the judge’s seat. He heaved there and then Namor jumped onto the table. Namor grabbed the mallet and held it over his head. “Imperius Rex.”
Jarvis has also been programmed to override Tony’s conscious neural control of the Iron Man suit. Since the Ai can receive information and process it faster than a brain, Tony gave it this permission for emergency situations. Tony’s subconsciousness could still reject the command if it was about killing someone he loved like Pepper Potts or Happy Hogan. But predicting Namor’s execution, Jarvis overrode Tony and used the chest piece to repulsor blast Namor. The blast burst through Namor’s chest and in great pain, he volleyed the mallet over at IM. It just bounced off harmlessly. Then he fell off the desk and rolled down the stand.
“Well that’s about as neat as we can get,” Iron Man said before landing on the ground next to Namor. “Hey, Daredevil, you good?” A positive groan. “Great. This guy’s still breathing.” Namor raised a middle finger. “What’s your problem?”
Then Jarvis started beeping but Iron Man turned only to be punched by high speed Pietro. “Neat? That’s debatable.” Iron Man crashed into a wall. Daredevil sat up and flung his other baton which Pietro easily caught. “Should’ve played dead,” and he leaped at Daredevil.
DD relaxed back in the seat with his legs raised, “Don’t need to,” Pietro fell on his feet and thus was kicked back to his starting place, “in this room I serve justice.” Pietro landed on his back and then a series of missiles blew up on him.
“Retreat, you idiot,” Namor commanded from the ground.
“Not so fast,” Iron Man said walking out of the wall.
Pietro stood up with Namor in his arms. “Really? How fast are you anyway?”
“Well-” and Pietro disappeared.
After a silent moment, Daredevil said, “he got you.”
“I know that!
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