The Thief

Chapter 11

Fisk's POV

I sat quietly behind my desk. My hands intertwined together as my elbows stood on my desk. My eyes never left the doors in front of me.

I could hear the screams of my men from the other side. I didn't flinch once when an explosion went off or a body flew through a window. None of it scared me.

I knew she was coming for me. I was the one to train her into the assassin she is today. I knew her tactics, her style, so it wasn't hard to figure out who was behind all the murders. Why she's coming after me, I have no idea. I've wondered for hours what the reason could be, but I haven't done anything to make her this angry.

I chose not to pursue her. I want her to come to me so I can figure out what her problem is. Right now she's out there killing any man that falls in her way. She wants to fight. I won't fight her...I refuse to.

The screams of my men were louder. She's getting closer and fast. After a few minutes there was a multiple bangs on me door. "SIR SIR PLEASE LET ME IN!!", one of my men screamed from the other side of the door. I didn't budge.

"PLEASE SIR SHE'S COMING FOR ME!", his voice cracked from crying. "SIR HELP M-". A sword stabbed through the door way, blood dripping from the blade. It was now silent from the other side. I smirked thinking how she just stabbed a man crying for his life. 

The sword was pulled out from the door and a soft thud was heard. Slowly the giant door creaked open. There stood y/n covered in blood. The man who was just crying for help laid dead on the floor next to her.

Not breaking eye contact she leaned down grabbing the now lifeless body. She threw it towards me. The body slid across the white tile floor stopping when it reaches my desk. My eyes lingered for a moment. It was hard, but I was able to recognize the face.

"James Brown was his name", I spoke breaking the silence. She said nothing and moved not a single inch. I continued. "If I'm correct he had two kids and a lovely wife. Probably going to wait all night for him to come home"

It was a lie. None of these men had families. It's why they were in this business. Nothing to live for, just low lives who needed some easy money. Which I could easily provide. I just wanted to see her face fall knowing she just killed a man who had people depending on him. I looked to her with a smirk, but it quickly fell. Her face had no emotion whatsoever. Like she was some robot.

Slowly she walked to me while twirling her sword.         "I no longer have anything to lose...", she spoke lowly. "...ready to die?"

"You can't do it", I spat.

A sinister smile spreading across her face. "Shall we find out?" She ran towards me with her sword pointing straight at me. Jumping over the desk she lunged towards me, but was stopped when something flew through the window slamming into her...or should I say someone.

Y/n's POV

Our bodies rolled across the floor as they clung to me.  Finally stopping I pulled them off me and stood up. My fist started to swing. Suddenly my feet were kicked from under me. They quickly climbed on top of me pinning my hands above my head. I flung my body to get away, but they were too strong.

"Y/N STOP IT!"

I froze recognizing the voice. "Let. me. go.", my teeth grinding. I looked up seeing Spider-man staring down at me with his metallic lenses. "No! You need to stop this! Killing is not the answer"

"I don't fucking care. GET OFF ME SO I CAN KILL THE BASTARD"

Moving my arms so my wrist were crossed he used one hand to hold them together. Why is he so god damn strong?!