Recruitment. Yet another round...
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Manhattan, New York.
The Fisk Building.
The SHIELD transport hovered in front of the glass panel facing Wilson Fisk's office. The large man turned slowly in his chair. He saw two men at the back of the transport, one he hadn't seen for a long time. Not since he was a child. Uncle Nick on the other hand has done quite a bit of business with him lately.
He pressed a button and the single glass panel swung open to admit the two men.
"Wilson." Nick greeted the large, but deceptively powerful man with a small smile.
"Uncle Nick. I see you brought with you someone I thought dead for close to forty years. How is it that you haven't aged a day uncle Jimmy?"
"Don't ask me Willie. I just got my memories tonight. Some asshole put three bullets in my head and wiped me clean. It's good to see you Willie. You still practicing that stuff I taught you?"
"Everyday. Now that the pleasantries are out of the way. How can I help you gentlemen?" Wilson Fisk was curious. Nick Fury on his own almost guaranteed that he would deal with the man, and give him almost whatever he wanted, for a price. These two men were family, distant family, but family that haven't even tried to backstab him, yet."
A young man with a deceptively warm smile walked up to the two men from the back of the hovering transport. His manner was very familiar. To be that familiar with James Howlett, was believable. He could be family, a close friend, or something along those lines, but to be that familiar with Nick Fury, without Fury throwing him out of the transport out of hand meant the man had some serious power and organization backing him up. He also saw Nick cringe when the man put his arm around Fury's shoulder in a warm and friendly one armed hug. And surprise, surprise, Nick Fury. The Director of SHIELD let him. Wilson Fisk was instantly on guard.
"That..." the man pointed with his chin at him, "Fisk's kid?"
"Nah. Grandson." Uncle James replied.
"Seriously. He's a lot older than I thought he'd be. Jimmy when you said let's go see Fisk, I thought you meant 'Fisk' what the hell do I want with the grand kid, no offense meant." that he said to Wilson Fisk. "Nicky, why you playing me like that man?" he asked the Director of SHIELD.
"Grow up Harris. His grandfather has been dead for over three decades."
"Then why the hell are we even here? I worry about your sanity sometimes man. You're getting old." he said wiping a mock tear from his eye.
"Knock it off Harris, if you push it any further I'll..." Logan pointed at his chest, "...be the one throwing you out of the top floor to the bottom, and when you get up, I'll do it again, just to drive the point home. Got it?"
"You're good Jimmy. I'll give you that, but you're not that good." Xander let alpha out to play and the two primals, one born and the other made faced off.
Nick walked to the bar, like he owned the joint. He picked up a seltzer bottle and walked back with it. When the two of them didn't notice he, "uhmm."
They ignored him. Neither man was backing down. He raised the bottle and sprayed them. "Are we done. I can't stand to be in the presence of such manly men like yourselves. Knock it, the fuck off!" the two just looked at him like he had lost his mind. "Could someone please tell me, why the fuck I brought you two clowns with me?"
"You asked." Logan told him.
"You said you wanted to visit Fisk-y. I haven't seen him in over seven decades. I was starting to forget the man. Ugh. Too much history in this noggin." he rapped his knuckles on his head to loosen up the memories. It didn't work. "Anyway. Why are we here, if Fisk-y is dead?"
"We're here to see Wilson. Not his deceased grandfather." Xander was riding Nick's last nerve before he put a bullet into the fool's head.
"Pfft. Death is overrated. I have friends who made it into a hobby to die and occasionally come back. If we need to talk to the Fisk and not the grand kid we could always resurrect the man. No big."
"I hate it when he does that." Nick told Logan. "He has no respect for the dead."
"You mean he serious?" Logan asked Nick.
Wilson Fisk just stood back and listened closely to everything these people were talking about. This conversation would be analyzed in depth later when his uninvited guests had left. A thought then hit him, if death is not an obstacle then maybe the man who obviously was an immortal acquaintance of his grandfather, and how he hell did his grandfather attract immortals like shit to flies anyway. He would have to go back and check those diaries all over again. It would seem he couldn't take anything for granted anymore. And that's after he had dealt with all manner of weirdness lately.
The news channel running in the background distracted him. It was showing highlights of the battle with the aliens. Jimmy was there as well as the deceptively young man with him. He closely studied the battle footage while the immortals argued. He always knew that uncle Jimmy was good. The man started him on the road of martial arts mastery. The young man however was even more dangerous. He was able to fight multiple targets in the sky on the ground, and directing the battle around him while Captain America did the same on the other end of the square.
'He just keeps getting more dangerous by the second and he has yet to ask for anything. I don't like how this little visit is shaping up at all! However if what I heard is correct this might be my only chance. '
"What do you gentlemen want?" he asked.
"We want one of your people. Electro. And I want him to understand that if he doesn't cooperate you personally will deal with him." Nick told him.
"Done! I have one price and it's not negotiable. You seem to have the means. I want you and whatever resources you have at your command to bring my wife back to me."
"She run off somewhere or something?" asked Xander.
Nick slapped him upside the head, "She's in a coma you ass."
"Oh! Sorry man. My bad."
"I don't care about your bad or your good. I want my wife back at my side. Do this and Electro is yours."
"That's a lot better than calling in that favor our Fisk gave me." Logan looked at Nick, "You knew about that, that's why you asked me along. I'm not your bitch Nick!" the claws came out slowly. The blood dripped along the blade and stopped bleeding before the first drops traveled half an inch down the blades.
"Can you bring my wife back?" Wilson Fisk asked.
Xander studied the man closely. He sighed, 'Why the hell did he have to ask for someone else and not himself. Damn it. I hate being jerked around by my emotions and I hate it even more when they don't even know that they're tugging on those chains.' he walked close to Wilson Fisk and looked the man in the eyes, right into his soul. He got the full measure of the man. "Show me."