I kept my hand steady on the bow, the tension rising as Dave suddenly moved. Instinctively, I pulled the string tighter, ready to shoot if he made any dangerous moves. But…
Smack!
Owwy!
"… hey, what are you doing?" Dave said, rubbing his head after casually smacking Diana.
I blinked in disbelief. Diana looked at him, eyes welling up with tears. Tears. I could hardly believe it—she was supposed to be pointing her gun at him, not giving him puppy eyes! Damn it, girl, pull yourself together! I knew she was a bit of an clutch, but this was ridiculous.
I looked at Dave , but before I could say anything suddenly he looked at the winged girl, who we suppose is Trish.
"And Trish, stop playing with him and get it over with," Dave said flatly. He didn't even sound interested, just bored with the whole situation and there was also tinge of frustration and helplessness mixed with in.
Trish shrugged, and then She lifted her leg and kicked Fisk to the ground, knocking him out cold with minimal effort. Then, without a care, she spread her wings and gave a small bow before her body began to shimmer, and—just like that—Fisk disappeared along with her in blast of feathers.
Curiosity got the better of me, and I reached out to grab one of the feathers that Trish had left behind. It was black and crystalline, shimmering with an blackish red energy that immediately made me uneasy. The weight of it in my hand felt heavier than it should, like it carried more danger than my arrows ever could.
I inspected it closely. This thing feels more lethal than any weapon I've held before. Whatever power was embedded in it, I had a feeling it wasn't something we wanted to mess with. I glanced at Natasha, who was watching me carefully, no doubt thinking the same thing.
"Doesn't feel like a normal feather, does it?" I muttered, turning it over in my hand.
Natasha shook her head, then lowered her weapons and stepped toward Dave. "You must be Dave Garcia?" she asked.
I followed her lead, sighing as I lowered my bow, but my fingers still rested on the drawn string. Something about this whole situation was still off.
Switch to Third POV
Dave looked at Black Widow as she stood in front of him. She looks just like in the movies, he thought to himself before nodding. "Yeah, that's me."
"Can you explain what's happening here?" Natasha asked, her eyes steady as she waited for answers.
Dave nodded, but before he could say much, Natasha cut in, "Trish… who is she, and how did you meet her?" She'd clearly picked up on the importance of the winged girl.
"And why should I tell you?" Dave shot back, looking at her with a sly grin as he casually walked over to a cabinet, pulling out shirts one by one.
"Because she could be a danger to humans," Natasha replied, her voice cold and to the point.
"Dangerous?" Dave let out a soft laugh, casting a glance at her as he picked a white shirt from the pile. He started putting it on. "Maybe, but she is perfectly under my control"
As he adjusted the shirt, he muttered, "Better than standing here half-naked." He slipped it on, the fit loose and casual.
"Quite the way to wear it," Hawkeye remarked, his sharp eye catching the unusual style.
"It's called fashion," Dave replied with a smirk as he headed toward the exit. "Let's go somewhere more private. We can talk there," he said, inviting both Hawkeye and Black Widow to follow him. Diana, his secretary, trailed behind him like a loyal guard dog, eyes fixated on Dave with a strange devotion.
Natasha and Hawkeye exchanged glances but didn't say anything, following Dave as he led them toward the next location.
Diana thought process was now simple she is now loyal to Dave as he killed Kingpin, the man responsible for James Death.
'I will serve you whole heartedly even if I am not special as Trish' She thought as she thought of a way to prove her usefulness to him.
Dave casually made his way to a lower floor and entered a spacious room with a bar tucked off to the side. "Ah, here we go. I spotted some good drinks here earlier," he said as he strolled in, sitting comfortably in one of the chairs. He motioned for Natasha and Hawkeye to join him.
"So, what do you want to ask?" Dave said, leaning back in his chair as Diana moved to grab drinks for everyone.
Natasha watched him closely while Fury's voice crackled with orders over her earpiece. "I'd like to know how you're so sure this 'Trish'—if that's even her real name—won't betray you," she said, her tone sharp and to the point.
"Yeah, it's her real name," Dave replied nonchalantly.
Natasha raised an eyebrow. "And you trust her? " she asked, skeptical. "How can you be sure?"
Dave, still calm as ever, shrugged. "It's simple, really. She's an actual devil, and I've got a connection with her. That's it." He said it as if it were the most natural thing in the world—like he was talking about walking through a park instead of mentioning a deal with a literal demon.
Both Hawkeye and Natasha exchanged glances, their eyes narrowing. "Are we supposed to believe that?" Hawkeye asked, giving him a sideways look.
Dave smirked, unfazed. "Believe me or not," he said, casually taking the drink Diana handed him. "But the world is a lot more interesting than you think." He took a sip, his eyes glinting with an air of mystery.
Natasha and Hawkeye both remained silent for a moment, absorbing his words. The situation was turning out to be far more complex than either of them had expected.
As Fury listened in on the conversation, memories of Captain Marvel flooded back to him. She was the first woman with superpowers he had ever witnessed, and from that day forward, his understanding of the world shattered. Aliens, demons—nothing seemed impossible anymore.
Demons and devils now. What's left? Gods? he mused silently to himself, unaware that his unspoken wish for a god to show up was about to be fulfilled in ways he couldn't yet imagine.
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