Ch-27 CRAZZY

[Coulson POV]

I had just sat down at my desk in the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, a fresh cup of coffee in hand, when my secure line rang.

With a swift motion, I pressed the button. "Coulson."

"Pack your bags," came Nick Fury's gravelly voice from the other end. No preamble, no small talk.

"Where am I going?" I asked, already shifting to grab my go-bag from under the desk. A S.H.I.E.L.D. agent was always ready.

"New Mexico. We've got an incident. A hammer fell out of the sky."

I paused for the briefest moment. "A hammer?"

"That's what I said." Fury's tone was unreadable, but the fact that he was calling personally meant it wasn't something they could just sweep under the rug. "Landed in a small town called Puente Antiguo. It's… unusual. I want eyes on it immediately. You're leading the response team."

I was already moving. "Satellite footage?"

"Already in your inbox. But you'll want to see this thing up close."

There was something in Fury's voice…something just beneath the usual authority and command. It was uregency.

"I'm on it," I said.

"Take Barton with you. I want a perimeter set up fast. I don't want civilians getting close until we know what we're dealing with.", He said.

"Understood.", I replied.

The line went dead. Fury never wasted words.

[Gray POV]

I leaned back in my chair, fingers steepled as holographic screens flickered in front of me, casting a cold blue glow in the dimly lit lab. The underground hideout/personal cave hummed with the soft sounds of the occasional mechanical buzz of drones along the ceiling.

"Alfred, what do we have?" I asked, eyes scanning the data streams flowing across the main display.

My Alfred chimed in, smooth and precise. "Cross-referencing activity logs, intercepted communications, and facial recognition databases. The Hand has been unusually active in Hell's Kitchen over the last forty-eight hours. A series of kidnappings. High-value targets."

My eyes narrowed. "Who?"

"Three corporate executives, a politician's aide, and a defence contractor. There have been some kidnaping from orphanages as well. The latest target taken two hours ago is an investigative journalist named Elijah Marks."

I tapped the side of my wrist, pulling up the file. "Marks has been digging into corruption cases for years. If he got too close to something, the Hand would definitely want to silence him. Any leads on their base of operations?"

"Sire, Multiple places have been flagged. However, thermal scans indicate one location with increased activity...an abandoned warehouse on the docks. Large presence, likely an operational hub."

I pushed away from the desk, rising to my feet. "Send the coordinates to the cycle. I'll check it out myself."

"Would you prefer to deploy drones for reconnaissance?" Alfred inquired.

I smirked, strapping on my tactical suit. "I prefer a hands-on approach."

The night air was crisp as I arrived at the docks, my Noctis-pod gliding to a silent stop a few blocks away. I moved through the shadows. The moon looking extra bright tonight.

I wasn't alone.

Movement on the rooftops. A lone figure, moving with deadly precision, scoped out the building with a sniper rifle. Black tactical gear, the unmistakable white skull emblem on his chest.

Of course he is here, I muttered under my breath.

The Punisher.

I watched as Frank Castle adjusted his sights, clearly having the same idea about the Hand's operations. The man worked alone, and he wasn't known for subtlety. If Castle went in first, bodies would drop before answers were found.

I exhaled and activated my comm. "Alfred, patch me into the police scanner. Let's see how much of a mess we're about to clean up."

"Already monitoring. No reports yet, but I anticipate—"

Gunfire erupted from inside a warehouse. Muffled shouts. The operation had already started.

Well there is no way he can take them with his own hands. I had only watched MCU in my past life till Endgame and some of the shows. The hand is a rather unique group. I don't remember much but they are hard to kill all I know is that there are 5 fingers and Madam Gao is in New York or atleast on her way to New York.

[Frank POV]

The air reeked of gunpowder and blood.

I slammed a fresh mag into my rifle and swung it up, squeezing the trigger in tight, controlled bursts. The first ninja staggered back as the rounds punched into his chest, dark crimson soaking through his robes. He should've gone down.

He didn't…

The bastard straightened, flesh knitting itself back together like a horror show in real-time. My jaw clenched as I adjusted my aim…headshots. Maybe that'd work. I fired again, two rounds tearing through his skull. For a second, he wavered, then collapsed. One down.

A dozen more to go.

They moved like shadows, flipping through the air with impossible speed. Blades glinted under the warehouse's dim lighting. I ducked as one sword carved through the air where my head had been a second ago, then drove the butt of my rifle into the attacker's stomach. He barely flinched before slashing at my arm. I felt an immense amount of pain, but I ignored it. I've been cut before. I wasn't going down here.

I pulled my Glock and unloaded three rounds into his face. He crumpled, but before I could breathe, another leapt at me. Then another. And another.

Too many.

I rolled, barely avoiding a blade aimed at my spine. My knife was in my hand in an instant, and I drove it into a ninja's throat. Warm blood sprayed over my hands, but the son of a bitch kept coming, gurgling, fingers tightening around his sword.

I yanked the blade free and hacked at his neck. Head came clean off this time. No healing from that.

"HAHAHAHAH", I laughed

A whisper of movement behind me…I spun, raising my pistol, but before I could fire, something hit the ninja so hard his body folded like a ragdoll and crashed into a crate. Bones crunched. Blood splattered.

That's when I saw him. Noctis.

He came running in and started tackling the ninja's away. He kicked their joints breaking their bones, making sure to keep the, alive.

The broken boned ninjas still charged at him like zombies.. Fuck.

He held one by the throat and asked in a deep voice, "WHERE IS MADAM GAO"

I could smell a weird scent that made me thrilled and excited. Sigh, I took a deep breath.

"…", no answer came from the ninja. As expected. He sighed.

He crushed the throat of the ninja spilling blood on his mask and armour. He looked at me and asked, "Use Overwhelming Force".

I nodded my head. But what else can I. I don't have anything big.

He moved like a demon. He didn't use any weapon. He didn't need to. His hands tore through them like wet paper, ripping arms from sockets, crushing skulls, tearing spines clean from their bodies.

The warehouse was a slaughterhouse, and he was the butcher. f

One ninja lunged at him…Noctis grabbed him by the jaw, twisted, and ripped his head clean off, spine dangling like a grotesque trophy.

Another tried to drive a blade into his back. Noctis spun, caught the man's wrist, and crushed it, bone bursting through skin. Before the bastard could scream, Noctis drove his fingers through his ribcage and pulled his heart out.

Blood pooled at my feet. The metallic scent was thick in the air, mixing with the screams of dying men who didn't know they were already dead.

One ninja tried to crawl away, half his body missing. Noctis stomped on his skull, turning it into pulp.

Then, silence. Only 4 ninja's remaining. I exhaled, chest rising and falling, gun still gripped tight in my hand. The warehouse looked like a warzone. No, worse. This was a goddamn massacre. The ripped their legs off so they can't stand up and grabbed one's head with both his hands and concentrated as if trying to read the ninja's mind.

AAAGH—

The ninja shouted before he ate swallowed poison, and so did the other 3. Can he actually read minds ?

"They don't know anything", Noctis said calmly and looked at the moon out of the window as he vanished. I heard some footsteps behind me. I turned around to see a man in full white clothes including a hood that were died red in someones blood. My mercenary pal from back in the day... I guess this city calls him Moon Knight now.

"Hello, Marc. You still crazy?", I asked

"Little bit. You still murdering people?", He asked

"Little bit. How's your imaginary God?"

"He's good. How's your dead family?"

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