Halloween High Stakes (Open but Ask first) (No Violence)

[webdevil]

CONTINUITY NOTE: This is set AFTER the events of Secret Invasion.


"I can't be the first one to be here!"

Saying it aloud didn't make much of a difference, but it wouldn't be the first time Peter Parker's neurosis manifested in him talking to himself. It's much more pronounced when he's in familiar red and blue spandex known the world over as the Amazing Spider-Man. Right, big time superhero and here I am feeling like a rube in some back lot warehouse. Well at least the table's still there.

The warehouse he referred to was owned by Reed Richards. It was meant to be a neutral space for all the various costumed heroes to come for gatherings such as this. Since the Civil War, these gatherings have been practically non-existent, but with Hellzone and the Skrulls, it was probably time for the costumed crowd to let these speakeasies make a comeback. Sure, the Defenders had the Mat over in Chelsea, the Avengers had the Tower AND the Mansion in the Upper East Side, the Fantastic Four had the Baxter Building (not to mention the mansion out in Westchester the X-Men love to haunt, Peter added in an afterthought), but something like this? More lowkey, low budget looking? It felt more at home.

"What does a Spider-Man have to do to get a drink around here?" called Spidey out in a mock 1930s Brooklyn accent as he flipped the breaker to turn the warehouse's light on and hoped to see a friendly face. Sure enough.

"Not be so loud, Webslinger," said the bemused tone of one Reed Richards himself, who had just entered the room, long brown coat covering the familiar blue uniform underneath along with several grocery bags in his elongated hands. Spidey rushed over to help unburden him.

"I'm not gonna lie, Reed, I never expected Mister Fantastic to be carrying groceries. Expensive scientific devices? Check. Test tubes with alien gloop? Double check. A large honey baked ham and Bubbly water in a brown bag? Should I be recording this for TikTok or something?" asked the wallcrawler. Reed threw him a look half between amusement and half annoyance.

[John Kilroy]

"TikTok?" Warbird teased the web crawler as she descended downward from the sky through an open ceiling window with burger and hot dog ingredients in hand. "Really Spider-Man, I would never have dreamed you would have fallen so far to be a TikTok influencer. You've heard the rumors of it being an intel gathering Database right? Most likely Hydra..."

Carol placed the ingredients on the table and took a deep breath of contentment. It felt nice to be associated with the good old black and gold of Warbird again and not...Captain Marvel, In her eyes there was and would only ever be one Captain Marvel and his name was Mar-Vell. Plus it was nice to finally get the Heroic Civil War and the SRA behind her. the scars of McKinney were still there and make no mistake she was going to hunt down the Shadow King, but she couldn't afford to let her guilt come at the cost of her well-being...and her humanity. She had seen the fruits of what would happen if she allowed herself to do that. As Spider-Man would say "With Great Power Comes Great Responsibility, but she had other responsibilities besides just the world, she had a responsibility to her family, her friends, and herself. What better time to start than the Season of Spooky. she had planned to either throw or go to at least one Halloween social gathering a week from Sep 24th-Nov 7th. This event was Halloween High Stakes, AKA poker night. Good lord they hadn't had a good old-fashioned Poker Night Since the SRA was originally passed. She turned on some music fitting for the Halloween season and vibed to the music as she went to the kitchen and started brewing some hot cocoa.


"Does anybody else want some coffee or Hot Chocolate?" she asked.     

[Rift]

Danny Rand strolled into the warehouse, cellphone in hand, grinning ear to ear.

"No Jeryn, I am not concerned about it. I mean it's a Halloween thing. Luke and Jess are parents so it only makes sense that they want to do something with their kid instead of accept the invite. Besides, sometimes You Know Who-verine shows up and charity or not there are not enough swear jars in the world for when he gets accused of cheating. That's no environment for a kid. What do you mean that's not the kid you are... wait...you...you are concerned because of me? I can take care of myself you know. I'm a living weapon, champion of Kun'Lun, wielder of the Iron Fist, and have bested kung-fu masters, supervillains, and a dragon. A literal dragon Jeryn. I don't need Power Man to play chaperone. I...you are concerned about the money aren't you? Dude, stop lawyering for two seconds. I'm rich and I'm trying to not be. Losing a boatload of cash to charity is way better than wasting it on another Lamborghini or whatever it is normal rich folks like Stark do. And don't worry, I didn't bankrupt us on the dojo and there is still plenty to give you a raise. Now I gotta go. Give my love to your ma and don't expect to hear from me for awhile. Grimm gets all particular about cellphones at the table."

Hanging up he waved at everyone.

"Heya. Apologies for the suit and tie. I was gonna grab a cheap costume on my way here from the office, but I ended having to chat with one of my students from the dojo. Grades going down, that kind of thing, and it took a bit longer than I expected and then the store was down to the usual junk. You know, clowns, vampires, that kind of thing. I was so gonna rock an afro wig and tiara because I just know that somewhere, somehow one of you would get a pic to Luke," he explained completely glossing over the fact he was also barefoot. "Sweet tunes and I brought the actual sweets!"

Walking over to where Reed had set down food he produced a huge bag of assorted candies.

"It ain't Halloween without candy."

A short distance away the thudding of large feet could be heard as The Thing entered, a duffel bag thrown over his shoulder and a book in hand.

"Yeesh, this King fella has gots to be some kind of twisted nutcase. How do ya write a story 'bout a big ole pupper and make it give people the heebie jeebies?" he asked, speaking to himself.

Smiling at those gathered thus far he moved over to Reed. "Heya Strecho! Alicia sends her regards and a gift. She sculpted a little thing fer our get together."

Reaching into the bag he brushed aside his visor, chips, and cigars as he sought out an item. Finding it he very carefully removed it and gently set it down on the table. It was a bust depicting a man with a pumpkin head.

"I told her I could get us a genuine pumpkin, but she insisted that one of these yahoos would carve it to be all scary like one of dem Jack O'Lantern creeps or we'd have a repeat of that time someone thought a crude carvin' of Logan would be a good way to throw him off his game, short card cheat dat he is. Granted dat someone was me, but we remember how that turned out. So instead we get this, a nice, friendly looking fella with goofy teeth to watch all of ya's lose yer savin's to the Idol of Millions. Heh, she swears it ain't based on Matchstick."

Turning he noticed Warbird. They hadn't had much of a chance to chit chat since the whole Secret Invasion fiasco and he was glad to see she'd accepted the invitation.

"Heya Carebear! I'll take one of them cocoas. I'm gonna need some extra sweetness ta offset all the onery that's gonna happen tonight, cause even if it's fer charity cards are serious business and Ol' Blue Eyes is gonna clean house!"

[webdevil]

Spidey turned and saw Carol Danvers back in that classic black and gold Ms. Marvel outfit. And going by Warbird from the sounds of it.

"Really Spider-Man, I would never have dreamed you would have fallen so far to be a TikTok influencer. You've heard the rumors of it being an intel gathering Database right? Most likely Hydra...

"Well it's a good thing the only thing they'd find on my phone is cat videos. Maybe you should subscribe! You're a cat person, right?" Spidey quipped just as a suited man entered.

Reed wheeled around and saw Danny Rand, CEO of Rand Corp, and (unless his memory escaped him) secretly the Immortal Iron Fist and financial backer of the street team, the Defenders. He turned to Spider-Man, who shrugged at Danny's choice of wardrobe.

"Shall I presume that a certain horn-headed individual will be joining us then?" asked Reed. Spider-Man shook his head.

"Doubt it. Ol' Hornhead is lying low for a while. Kingpin got to him and he's still in his "get off my lawn," phase," replied Spider-Man. Reed grimaced. He understood how it was difficult for the media to laser down on you repeatedly almost as much as perhaps Spider-Man. But when it was your worst enemy who orchestrated the whole thing? Ok fine, Doom would be above such a thing, but only because he finds things run in the western world as inferior (and thus beneath) him in every way. Nevertheless, Reed felt a great swell of sympathy for the Man Without Fear.

"Even when he wins a war, he somehow manages to find a way to brood it into a personal defeat that leaves him worse off than when it began," said Spider-Man with a note of subdued exasperation.

"I see. While humor is usually beyond my purview, or so Ben and Johnny are prone to point out, of all the costumes in our social circle, his is technically the most appropriately themed," said Reed dryly as he began looking around to where he put the cards. Spider-Man snorted at the remark. Reed then turned as he saw Ben walk in with the sculpture.

"Ah, I see Sue is not the only one who took a raincheck tonight, Ben. Nevertheless, tell her I said hello and we'll catch up next time," he said taking a moment to admire the artistic choice of her work before once more looking around the dumped candy that Rand put down for the cards. Nothing.

Spider-Man took the momentary distraction on Reed's part and leapt onto the side wall next to the countertop of the kitchenette that was built into this backroom and began extracting the bags til he spotted the sandwich ingredients. Reed was a scientist like he was so under most circumstances, food was simply a means to an end. But at the same time, Reed was a rich scientist so even his "means to an end" still meant the high quality meats and nutrient rich foods. He wondered for a moment how it must look to the others for Spider-Man to be making a ham sandwich on the side of a wall and then smiled under his mask.

Reed took a look across the room for a moment, hoping the bag with the poker stuff was there, and stretched his body across the room to then grab the extra collapsible table. Seeing the bag was not around the table, he shrugged in irritation and from a position that would otherwise be impossible due to sheer ergonomics and physics, deadlifted it and slowly recoiled his body until it was in line with the single table and began unpegging the legs. Grabbing that he turned to Ben.

"Ben, I think you have the chips and the cards?" he asked, not sure what bags Ben had brought in.

[John Kilroy]

Ah am a cat person, but Ah think Ah'd rather just buy a copy of your videos as opposed to getting a tiktok. Say $500 a pop?" the funny thing was she was partially being serious. She was actually far richer than most realized but most of her assets were literally intergalactic and she had no issue spending some money, especially for her friends. She then looked to Ben who affectionately called her "Carebare."



"Aw how you doing sugah? she gave him a small beck on the cheek. "Ya keeping out of trouble or are ya causing it?"



When Reed brought up Ben's bags it jogged her memory. "Oh hey Ah almost forgot." She pulled out a bag of what looked like some sort of candy that was deep gold in color and teardrop-shaped.

she cleared her throat and started speaking in a faux regal voice.





"Her Royal Majesty Queen Veranke bears us glad tidings and gifts. In Tradition of the Halloween spirit, she gives unto us what ya'll see before you. Tears of Sl'gur't. It's a special kind Skrull chocolate candy. Ah havin't tried it yet Ah figured we'd try it here, BUT she says it's better than any chocolate or sweet we have naturally on earth. It was one of the things they saved from the destruction of Tarnax IV. With it she has a letter."



she pulled out a letter that appeared to have some sort of royal seal to it. she cleared her throat and began to read it.



"To my friends,



"I hope you all are having a happy Halloween. Carol has told me of your tradition of Poker Nights, and I thought to celebrate the Spooky Season with you in spirit, I give you a treat of my own. I've entrusted Carol Danvers with this bag, in it is a special creamy chocolaty confectionary that is a delicacy among my people we call Tears of Sl'gur't. Ah  brought these from our preservation labs and had them reproduced because I frankly couldn't stomach even the best chocolate that Earth could provide. Ah hope that once you try these you can see why. Though, if it does ruin your appetite for earth chocolate I do apologize in advance. Ah guess you can say that is the "Trick" part of "Trick or Treat."



Building ourselves back up after the failed Secret Invasion has been a challange, but do not fret, challenges are what we Skrulls live for, and this is not worse than anything else we faced before. I wish to thank you all for what you've done. If it was not for you my people would be lost your example has given us all a second chance and be assured, it shall not go to waste.



On that note, you should know that your examples have inspired my people, and many of my subjects are actively wishing to participate in the Super-Skrull program some even volunteering to cover for you as body doubles for lack of a better to help balance out your duties with your personal lives, so if any of you are ever in need of some much-needed rest and relaxation or some time to deal with some responsibilities at home, call on us at any time and we will gladly help..."



Carol covered her mouth as she snorted trying to hold back a fit of laughter. "Ok, she put in parenthesis, and Ah quote. (We're talking to you Spider-Man.)"



Carol had to get the giggles out of her system before continuing to read the letter. However when she saw what was written next she looked straight at Ben Grimm and she was smiling from ear to ear.



"oooooh...and to my precious Benjamin Jacob Grimm. I hope yours and Alicia's Halloween is the best of all and I send you both my love and well wishes. May your heart remain as strong and true. May your God bless you as he did Jacob and know that you trully are an idol to millions if not on earth then among us, especially to me.



I do not know when we shall meet again in person Avengers, but know the hearts of me and my people are with you always.



xoxo



Kly'bn D'rhk





PS: Kly'bn D'rhk translates to "He (Kly'bn) loves you" in English"

Carol put the letter down and smiled at Ben "Now Ah could be wrong, but if Ah didn't know better Ah'd think a certain queen sees you as her prince charming."



She sat at the table and decided to dig into the chocolate. "Now let's see if these things are worth all the fuss." As soon as Carol bit into one of the tears her pupils dilated.

"Oh my gosh...mmmm *Gulp* *chew chew*...ohhhh... *chew* mmm...Ohhh...*gulp*"

This truly was the best chocolate she had ever tasted in her life. It was chocolatier than chocolate, creamier than cream....it was heaven in a bite. she quickly grabbed a small pile.


"This isn't fit to eat." that was a common Southern phrase that meant. "These are mine now" or in other words. "It’s delicious, and I am not passing it, sorry!"

"The best way Ah can describe these.... you know those Cadbury Creme Eggs? They're like that but WAY better."


as everyone was having a good time, the doors suddenly opened, and the good vibes could be felt getting sucked out of the room with the familiar voice of a very unwelcome guest.

"is there room for one more?

[webdevil]

Spider-Sense warned the webslinger of danger seconds before the door opened again. He barely had the sandwich he just made to his mouth as a large silhouette stood upon its threshold. He knew who that was even before his two armed body guards (who looked rather pitiful standing in front of their boss) came through the door. Spider-Man lowered his sandwich and pulled down his mask in one swift motion.

"Oh come on..." he muttered irritably. Wilson Fisk, the Kingpin - and more recently the man who once again nearly ruined Daredevil's life before being discredited once again - had come through the door.

""is there room for one more?"

"Hey, Willy! I thought you already filled you getting embarrassed quota for the year?" quipped the wallcrawler. Reed looked up at Spider-Man before his eyes hardened into a steel glare. Reed knew Spider-Man was not an idiot by any stretch, but Mister Fantastic was already assessing the situation: Two armed guards, just himself, and he was quick to notice Spider-Man only focusing on the Kingpin and not twitching around as his "Spider-Sense" would warn him about sneak attacks. Which meant he came alone (as much as he can get).

"Wilson. What do we owe the pleasure?" asked Mister Fantastic and while his tone was polite; it was staccato, formal, and definitely contained ice. His hand went up subtly towards Ben and within Ben's line of sight to indicate he did not want Ben to lunge at the man. Restraint and diplomacy (Spider-Man notwithstanding), was needed here.

[Rift]

Thing listened to the Skrull Queen's note and was instantly aware of the eyes of others on him. Or maybe it was just his imagination. Either way, he found himself looking towards the bag and clumsily fishing out the items Reed had mentioned.

"Heh, I dunno about that Carol. She needed a friendly ear at the time she was havin' her breakdown. I mean she's still an alien invader and I ain't defending her actions or sayin' I trust the rest of them green jerks, but she tried to do the right thing later on at any rate and that's got to count fer sumthin' since a lot of folks don't ever think about what they do. I mean, look at Johnny!" he replied, clearly a little embarrassed.

As he removed the items necessary for the game he heard the latest arrival and looked up, a little surprised and a lot angry.

"If there was any room, you done took it up stomping on up in here like yer one of our pals. Last I checked, this was a game fer the do-gooders of the city, not the crook who looks like he ate the guy on the Monopoly box!" he said, knocking over his chair as he stood up only to feel Reed's restraining hand on his shoulder.

Oh c'mon! Don't do this to me Stretch! You can't talk nice to this lug! he thought.

Danny Rand meanwhile remained calm, cool, and collected a single raised eyebrow showing the extent of his shock. While he was certain to have a comment, maybe even a quick-witted one, but for now he was going to leave the talking to Mr. Fantastic.

[John Kilroy]

"Ah can't say anything on that front," Carol said in response to Things' comment regarding Johnny. She knew all about making decisions while not in one's right mind. She had did that after the Civil War, after Mckinny sent her down a spiral that caused her to almost do the unthinkable.  Her thoughts were interrupted once Fisk came in. 

The Kingplin was unflinched as both Spider-Man and Thing mocked him. He then simply reached into his suitcase that turned out to double as a cooler. "I brought food." he pulled out various foods, chicken wings, General Tso's Chicken, even Bagels With Lox some potato dishes, even some fast food burgers and of course deserts...namely the stuff to make S'mores "I've heard S'mores are a favorite around this time of year I apologize if this is considered unorthodox for this kind of gathering, my wife was far more into this sort of thing than I was."

[webdevil]

Reed ignored Ben and shot Carol a sideways look before his eyes locked on Fisk again.

"It would not be the first time, Wilson," replied Reed, who stood tall and centre. Kingpin was usually not his enemy (he felt Spider-Man loom in the corner, even heard the wallcrawler bracing himself) but as perhaps the senior member and representative of the hero community here, Reed felt it best he take charge in case anybody felt the urge to throw fists.

"Except last time you were here for ego. And as I understand it, your ego was recently bruised once more, so dare I ask how you found out about this private gathering? Or should I assume the same way as you did before and are looking for a - ah - means to rehabilitate yourself?"

Reed's words were spoken quite diplomatically, as efficient as any politician in fact, but the words he chose were quite deliberate as a means to placate both Ben and Spider-Man, tho particularly Ben since his best friend, he knew, would not settle for less. Carol's current "hero" status - on the other hand - he was not going to question, tho in any official matters he knew he had to be careful as to not have her accidently violate any probations that Tony had put on her. Oh how he loathed politics among superheroes.

[John Kilroy]

"I have eyes and ears everywhere Mr Reed. Very little escapes my notice, fortunately for all of you very little keeps my attestation. But to answer simply, I know people who know people."  

Carol could not help but sigh. "Fisk, what are you doing here?"

"I simply wish to play poker with you again. I wish to "Throw my hat into the ring" as they say. I have plans for the winnings should I win."

Carol could not help but smirk. "Let me guess, still gunning for that yacht you want to call the Hero's Folley?" she started to take a gulp of hot chocolate...

"A good guess Ms. Danvers, but no not this time. Should I win I plan to donate the money to Mercy General Hospital."

Carol then proceeded to violently spit her hot cocoa out followed by a violent coughing fit. Fisk raised an eyebrow.

"Is something wrong Ms. Danvers?"

"No no, *Eh hem* it's just, I'm also playing for Mercy General."

Fisk couldn't help but grin. "Well, it appears that we are like-minded."

"Maybe, but forgive me for finding this sudden case of generosity from you a bit odd. This wouldn't happen to have anything to do with the fact you are running for mayor, would it? Ah imagine a massive donation to an organization like Mercy would look awfully nice on a political resume."

"You're half right Ms Danvers, but there is a personal reason for this as well. My wife, she suffered from cancer and Mercy has done me a great service by helping me. I owe them, and anyone who knows me knows I hate owing someone a debt. By donating to them I'm squaring it."

Carol's face visibly softened once he mentioned that his wife suffered from cancer. As much as she hated to admit it now she felt like a *Hee Haw Hee Haw Hee Haw!* "Oh...Ah'm sorry to hear that. My daddy suffered from lung cancer himself, Ah helped him recover but Ah wouldn't wish it on anyone even my worst enemy. You have my condolences Ah hope she recovers."

She gave that warm southern bell smile and she couldn't help but be satisfied as Fisk's defensive demeanor subtilty vanished. Even with her initial hesitation, Carol had the warmest tone of the group of heroes by far when it came to Fisk. She gave a very casual friendly "Take off your coat and stay awhile southern hospitality vibe. That was the biggest part of Rogue's personality that never went away even years later and whether Carol liked it or not short of divine intervention it was never going to go away,  it was a part of Rogue that was now permanently part of Carol. Still, she supposed it could be worse, having the heart and mind of a southern country girl seemed to suit her so well that many mistakenly believed that Carol was the one that originally had the southern belle charm and Rogue had somehow gotten ahold of it when she absorbed Carol's soul. In situations like this, she was thankful for it as it had a way of...softening up hard men so to speak, even those with hearts of stone like Fisk.

"Thank you Ms Danvers, you're much more...elegant and sophisticated compared to that of some of your peers." He said glaring at both Thing and Spider-Man.

Carol couldn't help it she had to hide a snort. "Sweetie, you've not known me long enough if you think that."

"So...may I play?"

Carol pondered for a minute. "Well...Ah can't speak for the others but IF you can behave and you stop insulting my friends...Ah don't have any objection to you joining in...but Ah can't guarantee they won't nor am Ah going to speak for them. If they don't want you here, you're going to have to find other holiday plans." 

Fisk nodded. "Disappointing but fair. I'm not so foolhardy to think I can take you all at once. Especially a woman who is capable of going toe to toe with the Phoenix, or a man of stone that is equal to the Hulk in terms of might. Even I have my limits.  So, I leave the rest to you and your friends."

She looked to the others and whispered. "I mean...he was pretty upfront about what he was going to do with the money last time. I'll admit my bias because I REALLY want a win for Mercy...but..."

[webdevil]

Spider-Man's eye lenses narrowed into a look of suspicion and (from what anybody could notice) an intense dislike. Nevertheless, a moment passed, and while that expression did not change, Spider-Man gave Reed a small nod. His Spider-Sense was giving him the perma buzz, but for the moment, that sense of danger seemed to have settled into a dull ache in the back of his head for the moment. Reed gave a curt nod back and nodded to Fisk.

"Very well. You may stay. Ben, sit down. But Wilson, I must warn you, of course: Should you try anything, should this prove to be some sort of strange distraction, anything at all - given your recent dalliances with - ah - current events, I will have no choice but to place you under arrest. Basic precautions given your history, I'm sure you would understand,"

Reed then gave a small nod to both of Fisk's guards who were eyeballing Spider-Man on the wall. Reed sighed.

"And yes, I will do the same towards Spider-Man given his status. I'm sure you do a fine job in private security and know the laws very well, but rest assured, you have my word. Ben, stay,"

Reed began walking over the table tho as he did so, he whispered into Ben's ear.

"But if he is hiding something, you can do what you wish,"

He spoke out of the corner of his mouth that faced away from Wilson and the scuffling from the chairs and Spider-Man's movement to swing towards the table in a single hop more than covered his voice.

[John Kilroy]

"Again fair enough." Fisk sat down and got himself comfortable. "I would like to go on the record that I have buried my rivalry with Daredevil, and I intend to turn my back on crime. Things have changed with my wife having recovered."

Carol could not help but beam, breathing a sigh of relief. "Oh thank goodness, Ah was getting the impression she was still fighten."

"Ah my apologies Ms Danvers. No, I am pleased to say that my wife has recovered. Thanks to a young mutant girl who turns out may or may not in fact be my daughter that I thought was stillborn. I've yet to do a DNA test, but I do believe that she is the fruit of mine and Venessa's union, and I intend to treat her as such...and part of that is not putting her in the same situation I put my son into. trying to live in both worlds already cost me my family once, I will not make that same mistake again."

Fisk chuckled. "Besides, The world is so much bigger than Hell's Kitchen, crime is just not profitable enough to be worth the finiacial or personal investment anymore. I've grown bored. Besides, what more can be done in Hell's Kitchen as the Kingpin, I've gotten what I wanted...I killed the Devil...in a roundabout way....and it...was...GLORIOUS!!!! After years of this ongoing rivalry....I finally had the Devil...Right where I wanted him... My hands were wrapped around his Skull...hearing his pained screams ...watching his eyeballs pop out...the satisfying sploosh as I crushed his head...with my bare hands...after these years I did it...I BEAT THE DEVIL!!!"



Carol raised an eyebrow in suspicion. She knew for a fact that Matt Murdock was still, at least as of literally a few days ago, alive, well and very much NOT headless even if he was in the Shadows So either Daredevil finally sent Kingpin flying over the Coo Coo's nest (Which to be fair would not be surprising)...or Fisk was being cryptic. "So, how did you kill you manage to Kill Daredevil if Daredevil is still alive and well?"

"Ah yes, well the situation with Devilgate was a lot more complicated and far less straightforward than what would appear on the surface. Let's just say that the multiverse can greatly and perhaps unnecessarily complicate things...but it can also prove to be a great giver of gifts. It's Ironic really, my finest hour would involve me teaming up with my greatest rival to defeat my greatest rival."

Carol could not help but wince she wanted to call him a liar and how that was the stupidest thing she ever heard but given the world they lived in...it was entirely plausible.. When he mentioned the multiverse the first thing she thought of was he had fought a daredevil variant. But why would Daredevil have let Fisk kill another version of himself? Was it an evil version of him? Did this evil Daredevil cause the Devilgate Riots? She had so many questions and as if on cue, Fisk deliberately seemed to not answer any of said questions.


Fisk calmed himself down and cleared his throat. "But...that is a story for another day."  

Fisk then looked to Ben. "I believe that you are the dealer Mr. Grimm."