Chapter 435: Weak Wilson

Chapter 435: Weak Wilson

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Inside Luke's bar, the air was thick with tension as the patrons gawked at the masked figures who had just walked in. Luke Cage, the bar's owner and resident powerhouse, observed the scene with a mix of caution and curiosity. He wiped a glass clean, his eyes briefly meeting Peter's before shifting away. Wade's exuberant order for drinks broke the silence, and Luke began to pour the requested Mojitos.

As the glasses were placed before them, Peter caught Luke's eye again. "Mind if we have a quick chat?"

Luke hesitated, clearly not interested in whatever they had to say. He turned to the customer beside him, asking if he needed a refill. The customer waved him off, seemingly more interested in whatever Spider-Man had to say.

Seeing that Luke wouldn't listen, Peter leaned in slightly, his tone low. "We're here with an offer, Luke. How would you like to join the Avengers?"

The murmurs from the patrons grew louder as the implications of Peter's words began to sink in. Luke tensed, looking from Peter to Wade and back again. He glanced around the room, perhaps gauging the atmosphere before finally answering.

"I'm flattered, but I'm not interested," Luke replied, his voice steady and measured.

Peter didn't back down. "Listen, Luke, I've known about you for a while. You've got powers, you've got the heart to protect your neighborhood. But with the Avengers behind you, you could do so much more. We want you on our team."

The tension in the room escalated as Luke remained silent, his brow furrowed in thought. The patrons exchanged glances, some recognizing the name 'Avengers' and realizing the gravity of the situation. A few murmurs of surprise rippled through the crowd.

"Look, man, give him an answer so we can go. We got shit to do. Places to visit and people to kill-" As Wade spoke, Peter's elbow found its way into his ribs. "Ugh! I... I mean people to apprehend!"

Luke let out a tired sigh, his gaze shifting from the two heroes to the glass in his hand. "The bar's closed, folks. Time to clear out."

As if on cue, the patrons began to disperse, albeit reluctantly. Luke's authority in the bar was clear, and no one dared to defy him. Soon, the bar emptied out, leaving only Luke, Peter, and Wade.

"What do you guys want?" Luke said dryly, his tone laced with a mix of weariness and annoyance. "Yeah, I have powers, but I'm not interested. I like my life here, in Harlem."

Peter leaned back, taking a sip of his drink. "And we respect that. But joining the Avengers doesn't mean you have to change who you are or where you live. We just want you to use your abilities to make a bigger impact."

Luke poured himself a shot of whiskey, his expression guarded. "I'm not interested in being a world-saving hero. I've got my own way of doing things, and it works for me."

Peter nodded, his mask hiding his understanding smile. "That's fine. We're not here to change you. We're here to support you."

Luke took the shot, his gaze locking onto Peter's. "And what's in it for you?"

"Nothing, we're heroes. It's what we do." Peter answered with a shrug.

"Right..." Luke didn't sound convinced.

"We've got resources, funding, technology," Peter explained. "With us behind you, you could do even more for Harlem. Start a charity, improve your crime-fighting efforts, make a real difference."

Luke sighed, rubbing a hand over his bald head. "You know, sometimes I just want to live my life in peace."

"And you can," Peter assured him. "Joining the Avengers doesn't mean you have to give up your life either. It just means you'll have some backup when things get tough."

Luke eyed Peter for a moment, skepticism evident in his gaze. He downed the shot of whiskey before looking back at Peter. "Fine, let's say I'm interested. What's the catch?"

Peter nodded in agreement. "I'm tagging along, but I won't help you unless it's absolutely necessary. This is your show. If one of you wants to take the lead, then feel free. Act as if I'm not even here."

"""Got it.""" Daredevil, Deadpool, and Jessica answered simultaneously, each vying for the leading role.

...

The group moved through the sleek and opulent lobby of Fisk Tower, their footsteps echoing in the silence. Despite the tension in the air, there was an underlying sense of camaraderie among the heroes. As they entered the building, the question of leadership lingered unspoken between them.

Daredevil, Deadpool, and Jessica each cast glances at one another, a silent contest of wills to determine who would take charge. Yet, no one spoke up to claim the role. Instead, they continued forward, ascending the tower without a designated leader.

Peter followed them from a distance, his steps silent as he manipulated the building's power with a whispered incantation. Lights flickered and went out, plunging the interior into darkness. Even the emergency power remained stubbornly dormant, trapping Fisk and his guards in a world of shadows.

On their way up the tower, the group encountered armed guards, their guns trained on the heroes. The absence of a leader was evident as they charged in without a plan, each relying on their own unique skills and instincts. The fight was messy, with shots echoing through the air and fists flying.

'...I expected better.' Peter thought with a shake of his head.

Deadpool's swords slashed through the darkness, Luke's impenetrable body deflecting all attacks, Jessica's strength sending guards flying, and Daredevil's agility allowing him to weave throughout the battle.

The chaos was palpable, the sounds of struggle echoing through the halls as the heroes fought for their lives. Bullets ricocheted off walls, shattered glass rained down, and sparks erupted from damaged equipment. Despite the lack of coordination, in the end, their individual expertise and powers allowed them to overpower their adversaries.

Finally, they emerged on the top floor, finding themselves in a lavish penthouse apartment. The tension in the room was palpable as they spread out, searching for any sign of Fisk. Deadpool kicked open doors, Jessica examined the living area, and Daredevil navigated through the shadows.

Peter and Luke stood back, watching the team with keen interest. Peter's enhanced senses picked up the faint sound of breathing from one corner of the room, obscured by a large bookshelf. Daredevil paused, his head tilting as he honed in on the noise as well.

Daredevil gestured for Jessica to join him. She approached, her brow furrowing in concentration. "What is it?"

Daredevil's voice was low. "Listen."

Jessica's ears strained, and then she heard it too, a rhythmic, shallow breathing. Her eyes widened, and she gestured toward the shelf. "Behind there."

Without hesitation, Jessica's superhuman strength came into play. She positioned herself in front of the shelf and exerted force. Metal groaned and bent under her might as she tore away a thick, concealed door, dropping books everywhere. The hidden compartment was revealed, and within it stood Wilson Fisk, his face contorted with fury and fear.

Fisk held a shotgun in his hands, his finger twitching on the trigger. "Wade!"He yelled as he caught a glimpse of Deadpool before opening fire, the deafening blast filling the room. The heroes scattered, seeking cover as bullets tore through the air.

Well, not all of them. In the chaos, while everyone was jumping out of the way, Luke stood at the front, deflecting every bullet he could with his body alone. With him there, not a single bullet hit the team.

Finally, Fisk's shotgun clicked empty, and the room fell into an eerie stillness. The penthouse apartment was now a scene of destruction, shattered glass, and ricocheted bullet holes. Fisk stood there, with nothing but an empty shotgun and his bare hands to defend himself.

Peter stepped up. "I'd give up, If I were you." He says as he gestures to Wade. "Because my friend here is very keen on cutting you into pieces. So, it's in your best interest not to give him that opportunity."

"Spidey..." Wade whined like a child, but suddenly a voice appeared in Wades head.

Peter used some minor telepathy to project his thoughts over to his kill happy friend. 'Just wait until we're alone with him. I want to give Luke a good impression of us. If we kill him now, he may leave the Avengers. Or worse, he'll tell the news...'

"Fine..." Wade huffed as he sheathed his blades.

Fisk looked at his assailants, sizing them up. "Alright, I surrender..." He said, knowing he couldn't win this fight. 'I'll leave it to my lawyers. They'll have a much better chance than me...'

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