Marvel: Silver Hand

One month had passed.

And the criminal underworld of New York was in terror.

The Silver Hand was no longer just a name whispered in dark alleys—it was a legend.

Muggers, gangsters, human traffickers—they all feared him. Some spoke of a phantom, a wraith in silver armor, who could tear through men like a beast. Others whispered that he was something worse, a demon from another world, marking his victims with his cursed handprint.

And Alexander? He was enjoying himself.

Most nights, he patrolled the city, hunting criminals. Some nights, he called Emma, telling her about his work in New York. She was impressed—though she laughed at his dramatic methods.

"You're making quite a name for yourself, Alex," she had said once. "Just try not to become another psycho vigilante. We have too many of those already."

He only smirked.

Tonight, however, he wasn't expecting to meet another legend.

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Alexander landed on a rooftop, staring down at a dark alleyway.

A young girl was screaming as three men dragged her toward a black van.

Alexander dropped down like a specter from the sky, his armored boots slamming into the pavement.

The men froze in terror.

One reached for his gun.

Alexander moved first.

Before the thug could even pull the trigger, Alexander closed the distance, grabbing his wrist and snapping it in half. The thug screamed, dropping the gun as Alexander drove a knee into his ribs, breaking them instantly.

The second thug charged, swinging a crowbar.

Alexander caught the crowbar mid-swing, yanked it away, and slammed it into the thug's kneecap, shattering it.

The third man tried to run.

Alexander was faster.

He grabbed the man by the back of his head and slammed him face-first into the alley wall, engraving the Silver Hand onto his skin.

The young girl, sobbing, ran out of the alley.

Alexander turned back to the criminals.

"You don't touch innocent people." His voice was low, dark, final.

Before he could do more damage, a new voice interrupted him.

"You're brutal. I'll give you that."

Alexander turned to see a man in red—Daredevil.

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Alexander smirked. "The Devil of Hell's Kitchen. About time we met."

Daredevil crossed his arms. "I've been hearing a lot about you. You've made quite the mess of the city's criminal scene."

Alexander tilted his head. "You say that like it's a bad thing."

Daredevil sighed. "I need your help."

That caught Alexander off guard. "You? Need my help?"

Daredevil nodded. "There's a human trafficking operation happening at the docks. Russian mob. I need to break the leader, get information."

Alexander narrowed his eyes. "Why ask me?"

Daredevil hesitated. "Because I've heard… rumors."

Alexander raised an eyebrow. "What kind of rumors?"

"That you can break a man's mind. That you can make them talk."

Alexander smirked. "And you believe everything you hear?"

Daredevil shrugged. "Not everything. But I'm willing to take a chance."

Alexander thought for a moment. "Fine. But if I help you, you owe me a favor."

Daredevil hesitated, then extended his hand. "Deal."

Alexander shook his hand—and at that moment, he used the ring's power.

A flood of information hit him instantly.

Matt Murdock. Blind. Lawyer. Son of a boxer.

Alexander was surprised. Daredevil was blind?

He hid his shock. Daredevil had no idea that Alexander had just read his mind.

They left for the docks.

---

Alexander arrived first, using his wraith speed to reach the docks in two minutes.

He waited a few minutes until Daredevil arrived, swinging in with his grappling baton.

Alexander smirked. "Took you long enough."

Daredevil rolled his eyes. "Not all of us can have superspeed."

Alexander was impressed at how fast Daredevil moved despite being only human.

They scouted the docks, and Alexander admired Daredevil's heightened senses.

Before they attacked, Daredevil held up a hand. "One rule."

Alexander sighed. "Here we go."

"No killing."

Alexander raised an eyebrow. "You serious?"

Daredevil crossed his arms.

Alexander sighed dramatically. "Fine. But I can still break their bones, right?"

Daredevil. "Yes."

Alexander grinned. "Good enough."

---

They moved silently, taking out a few guards before launching into an all-out assault.

Alexander summoned Turann, his wraith hammer, and exploded through a warehouse wall, sending debris flying.

Inside, forty-five armed thugs turned to face him, all carrying AK-47s and handguns.

They opened fire.

The bullets melted against Alexander's armor, doing nothing.

A wave of terror passed through the criminals.

Alexander let the illusion drop, revealing his armor's true molten form—a demonic warlord bathed in fire and fury.

The thugs screamed.

Alexander rushed forward, moving too fast to see.

He grabbed one man by the throat and hurled him into another, sending both crashing into a metal container.

One thug tried to stab him—Alexander caught the blade with his bare hand, melted it, and then shattered the man's arm with a single punch.

Bones snapped. Screams echoed.

Within minutes, every single thug was lying on the floor, groaning in agony.

---

Upstairs, Daredevil was fighting his own battle.

Alexander watched from the shadows, observing the way Daredevil moved, dodged, countered—his form was impressive.

When Daredevil finished, he turned to Alexander. "You just stood there and watched?"

Alexander grinned. "Wanted to see how the Devil fights."

Daredevil shook his head. "You're a real bastard, you know that?"

Alexander laughed.

They made their way to the boss, a terrified Russian man sitting on a chair.

Alexander placed a hand on his head, using the ring's power to break into his mind.

The man screamed, his mind fracturing as Alexander pulled out the truth.

"Next shipment. Next week. Different dock."

Satisfied, Alexander burned the Silver Hand into his skin.

Then, together, they freed the captives.

---

As they stood on a nearby rooftop, Daredevil sighed. "You're brutal, but you did good tonight."

Alexander smirked. "I don't need your approval, but thanks."

Daredevil reached into his pocket. "Here. A burner phone. In case you ever need backup."

Alexander shook his head. "Nah. I can find you, Matthew Murdock."

Daredevil froze.

Alexander grinned.

Before Daredevil could react, Alexander vanished into the night, using his wraith speed.

Celebrimbor spoke in his mind. "Was it wise to reveal that?"

Alexander chuckled. "No. But it was funny."

Celebrimbor sighed. "Arrogance is the downfall of even the greatest kings."

Alexander smirked. "Not me."

Then he went to sleep, dreaming a good dream.