Know Fear

There were times - not many, but a few - when Fisk hated the life he had chosen. One of those times was now.

"Say that again." Fisk says, thinking his ears are deceiving him.

"….word on the streets is...….Daredevil is damn near dead,…sir." Upon the highest floors of Fisk's tower. A simple informant relays information.

"How?"

"….that...…'Bane' guy. The one you put the hit out on."

Shock enters Fisk's body. "Tell me what happened. How, when, where, all of it."

"..Well, Daredevil chases some low level into the alley. A couple minutes later the 'Bane' goes in the alley, while the lowlife runs out. Eventually the big guy leaves. Couple hours later bunch of heroes arrive later and carry out a….'fucked up' DD." The informant says to Fisk.

A couple of minutes go by as Fisk sat in silence, letting those words repeat themselves in his mind, carefully thinking about his next actions. "….cancel-...….cancel the bounty. Have someone reach out to him, perhaps we can….we can get him to our side." Fisk says reluctantly, barely contained fury laced into his words.

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1 day ago

Orbit

"She'll fly again commander. A spit and a polish and we'll have her space-worthy in no time." Ironman says. He floats along the space station, a bit broken by collision with debris.

< Thats great news, Mr. Stark! You're incredible. >

"Please. You guys are actual astronauts! Im just a guy in a suit."

< W-well….Thank you Mr. Stark. >

"Hehe, no problem." Stark cuts of his transmission from the astronauts. "Did you get the video and audio, Jarvis?"

< Yes sir, video and audio recorded and saved. >

"…Leak it to the daily bugle, anonymously." Stark replies.

< Yes sir- excuse me sir. >

"Whats is it?" Stark says as he floats from the space station.

< It seems as if Mr. Murdock is in critical condition. Ms. Walters is trying to reach you, as of now. > Jarvis's words shock Tony.

"Put her on!"

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A Week Later

Bane POV

Over the course of the last week, I had found myself deeply enjoying my time here.

I had no responsibilities, no family to worry over, no female troubles, no taxes, no bills, just...freedom. And some money.

Some days I went out in the middle of the night and 'confiscated' money and other dubious things. Of course I wiped out most people I stole from, gangsters, and left some alive, just to tell the tale.

It added to my…..legend I guess. I wanted to grow my infamy, I needed the attention of a couple figures. I already had Kingpins, And another one I needed I just need one more.

Due to the latest person's attentionI need, I've alerted the superhero community, the avengers and all of their groups and whatnot, to my dangerous existence.

However, I must say I was a bit worried. Not because of fear, no it was gaining the attention of someone I didn't want to. My all time favorite marvel character of all time. No one could compare to him, not even juggernaut.

The Punisher

Frank Castle had always been my absolute favorite 'hero'. He was a normal human who fid what everyone was scared to do. And since I critically injured his friend, im sure he was hunting for me.

'A consequence to my actions but one I simply need to accept.' I thought to myself.

I will give Frank an honorable and quick death, if he steps in my way, for now, I hoped he wouldn't as I deeply respected him.

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"We found him, Mr. Fisk" a familiar voice asked Kingpin.

"Where?" A hint of urgency in his voice.

"In a abandoned warehouse over in the mayott district. He was just walking around…" The speaker finishes off with confusion.

"We are heading there now!" Fisk says as he leaps up in action and walks with purpose.

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Bane POV

"Bane." Fisk says like a observation not a question. I dont feel the need to answer.

*KUHHHH PERRRRRRR*

"Its come to my attention that you have a very specific set of skills…."- Fisk sells his schtick- "Skills I would pay handsomely for."

His offer interests me. "What about the bounty? What about what I did to you?"

A brief moment of rage flashes by his face before its expertly hidden. Not from me though as I see he muscles tensing from the effort Fisk is putting in to stop any emotion from showing.

'Adorable.' I take this chance to observe Fisk's muscular structure and he is composed almost entirely of muscle that has been developed to enormous size, much like a sumo wrestler, and he possesses peak human strength with only the bare 9 pounds actually being fat.

It never struck me how dangerous Fisk could be. I don't really care that much but its still somewhat of a interesting note.

"Those….have been rectified by my letting go of the situation. You are to valuable to let some petty anger get in the way of a potential working relationship." He starts playing at hyping my pride up.

"And what would I be doing at….'work'?"

"You-….enforcement. Perhaps something more."

Well….I have to say, I didn't see this happening but I cant say this is too bad. Fisk will probably keep me close to study me and eventually try and kill me, while I study how he runs his organization. Win-Win.

"I accept." I say as I walk past him, heading for his blacked out limo.

"Good….." Fisk trails off once more steaming in anger.

(Ive started the Tzeentch and Trevor Belmont fic, they wont posted until I have a sufficient number of chapters.)