Mark of the Multiversal Pretender

[I apologize for the missing chapter, I have many things quite tight right now and failed to notice this.]

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"Have you heard?"

"Heard what?"

"I heard Wilson Fisk will be opening up a brand new Orphanage near the outskirts of the Kingdom. Isn't this great? He has already built a few ones in other Kingdoms. It's finally time for Arendelle to have a taste of his care. I heard everyone who used to be on his orphanage received great education and landed great jobs in Fisk Industries."

"Thank the heavens, the god has brought us an angel!"

Inside a tavern, a few locals were whispering with each other, discussing the current happenings in their kingdom.

"It's been a few months since Fisk Industries has arrived in this world and he has brought nothing but great change in our lives." One of the locals spoke, his tone full of praise towards the topic of the discussion.

"Still, don't you think something smells suspicious about him and his business?" Another one chimed, however his tone is contrary to the one who spoke earlier.

"Hey! What do you mean by that? He saved many lives you know? And I heard many small kingdoms were strengthened thanks to his revolutionary weapons!" Chugging from a mug, another local glares at the man who dares to cast suspicion on Wilson Fisk and the Fisk Industries.

"I'm just stating my opinion here, what's with you?" 

"Alright boys, you've gotten enough booze. It's time to go home." Seeing the uprising quarrel between the two locals, the barkeep who was busy wiping a mug furrowed her eyebrows as she put a stop to them.

"What? But Miranda, I just had two mugs!" The local who was suspicious of Wilson Fisk complained while casting a puppy look towards the barkeep named Miranda.

"You're indeed drunk. Just to remind you, you already had SEVEN mugs! It's time to go home now, little boy." Miranda's cheek twitched as she glared at the man.

"Che! Stop acting like you're something. Your beer sucked! It tastes like dog shit!"

"I'm gonna ignore the fact that you know what dog shit tastes like. As for my beer, let me remind you again that you already said the same words four times this week and guess who's coming back the next day." Miranda rebutted which made the whole tavern laugh at the man's misery.

"Tsk!" Slamming the empty mug on the table, the man grabbed his long tattered black coat before walking away.

*Ka-chak!*

"If you walk out of that door without paying, I swear to the heavens you'll have a taste of Fisk Industries's colt revolver." Slowly turning around, the man's face shifted into fear upon seeing the familiar barrel of a weapon that changed the entire world's weaponry.

The Colt Revolver, invented and distributed by none other than the Fisk Industries that he was just insulting earlier.

"H-Hold on Miranda. No need to go that far, haha....H-here, you can keep the change." Gulping his saliva, the man tries to diffuse the situation by handing 5 gold coins on the table before slowly backing away.

Smirking to herself, Miranda finally put away the Colt back to her holster before going back to cleaning mugs.

Unbeknownst to her, the man earlier isn't the only one who were scared, in fact almost everyone on the tavern were silent and shivering, even though Miranda wasn't threatening them but they felt like she's also extending the warning to them.

"See. It's just that easy, now get out of my bar before I blow that face of yours."

"Hiieeekk!"

*Thud!*

Upon Miranda's threat, the man wasted no time and quickly ran outside with his tail between his legs, earning a few chuckles from the locals.

Soon, whisperings and laughter resumed in the tavern, as if there was no commotion that just happened earlier.

Buried by the noise of the tavern, a man with a cane wearing glasses walked inside in an inconspicuous manner, tapping his cane in front of him from time to time as if the cane was guiding his direction before finally arriving and sitting on a stool in front of Miranda.

"What can I get you?" Looking weirdly at the sunglasses and the cane, Miranda's mind immediately assumed that the person in front of her had some kind of disability.

"Hi there. I was thinking of having a drink. Anything you recommend?" Looking straight ahead instead of Miranda's eyes, the latter replied to his question.

"There's not much to drink here sir, except for water and beer, that's all."

"Then I'll take a beer." The man kindly smiled and answered.

"Sure thing. Here yah go. It's 2 silvers per mug." Grabbing an empty mug and filling it with beer, Miranda then handed the fully filled mug in front of the weird man.

"Thank you." The man then dropped 2 silvers and a single gold coin on the table.

Raising an eyebrow, Miranda looked confused at the man in sunglasses.

"I'd like to know something or about someone."

"....I can't guarantee if I have the information you'll want." Miranda answered but her hand was fast to snatch the 2 silvers and a gold coin.

"I'm sure you'll have it. I heard Wilson Fisk and his growing 'empire' is quite famous around here." As soon as the name of Wilson Fisk was uttered out of his mouth, the nearby locals who were pretending to chat and were actually secretly listening, turned silent as all eyes were now on the blind man.

".....I can answer that. But I'm more curious how someone out there not know about him? Do you live in the middle of a mountain?" Miranda joked, chuckling along with the blind man.

"Haha....No no, I actually used to live with my uncle Stick, however something....happened and I'm now alone. So I decided to go out and visit this lovely kingdom." The blind man narrated his story, if someone were sharp enough, they would immediately notice that his words sound like something that is scripted and rehearsed.

Unfortunately, no one among those in the tavern is sharp enough to notice it.

"I see. Well, if you want to know about him, you're just in time. We were just talking about him earlier."

"I'm all ears then." The blind man smiled.

"How do I start.....From what I heard, Wilson Fisk first got famous in the Kingdom of Weselton due to his famous casinos. A gambling den that he likes to call. Where you can risk your money, test your luck and double that money in which the worst that can only happen is to lose your money. From what he promotes, the advantage you can get in his casinos is higher than the opposite."

"Since then, his wealth flourished to the point that I heard he had the entire Weselton's economy in his hands. But those are just rumors, I'm not sure if they're real though." Miranda finished with a shrug of her shoulders.

"His business then grew and he started selling innovations such as this Colt Revolver weapon that is more convenient and stronger than a bow and arrow. Another invention of his, which is also just as dangerous is the dynamite. Just lit it up and you can take down an entire battalion of armies, he even created a defensive carriage that can withstand the said dynamites and all kinds of attacks."

"All of these inventions made him and his entire business behind him coveted by all nearby Kingdoms except for ours. Thankfully, the Fisk Industries has managed to make a deal with the King recently and he can now have his business step inside our kingdom, bringing all of his innovations with him. And I'm glad the King was smart enough how much joy Fisk Industries can bring to our Kingdom." Miranda smiled to herself as she finally finished her 'information giving'.

"I see." The blind man said.

"Anyways, I've been wondering. Who are you?" Miranda squinted her eyes at the blind man who simply smiled and said.

"Me? My name's Matt. Matt Murdock and if someday you need me, you can find me in this place." With that said, the blind man now known as Matt Murdock left a small card on the table before grabbing his and 'tapped' his way out of the tavern.

Meanwhile, Miranda simply looked at his back in confusion and then at the small card he left behind. A few words written on it.

[Luna & Murdock, Attorneys at Law]

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"How can you let that man in our Kingdom?" Inside a spacious and regal room, two familiar couples can be seen arguing with each other face to face.

"I had to Iduna. It's for the betterment of us and Elsa!" In front of the regal lady with a crown was a middle aged man with a stress looking face.

"But..."

"I'm sorry Iduna. But he knows about Elsa, if he somehow leaked it out, you'll know what will happen to her. She'll be shunned and people will be afraid of her. You know we don't want that to happen. This Wilson Fisk or Kingpin as he likes to call himself has his lashes on our necks." Agnarr then engulfed his wife in a hug as she tears up slightly.

"What are we gonna do now?" 

"It'll be fine, Iduna. Everything will be fine." Agnarr comforted. His mind however began to wander about a certain person who helped them a long time ago.

'Where are you now, Leo? We need you...'

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