Marvel: Silver Hand

Alexander woke up, stretched, and ran a hand through his messy black hair.

Last night had been eventful—teaming up with Daredevil again, learning more about how NYC's underworld operated, and overall making criminals fear the Silver Hand even more.

But now?

He needed a shower.

After a quick rinse, brushing his teeth, and throwing on a fresh black T-shirt and jeans, he headed downstairs to the main floor of the apartment building.

The TV was on, playing the morning news.

And what was the headline?

"The Silver Hand and Daredevil—New vigilante Duo or Potential Rivals?"

Alexander snorted, shaking his head.

"They really love making up stories, huh?" he muttered to Celebrimbor, who merely chuckled.

He glanced over at Charlotte, who was getting ready to leave.

She had her bag over her shoulder, hair tied in a loose ponytail, and a determined look on her face.

"Heading to Nelson and Murdock again?" Alexander asked.

She nodded. "Yeah, more legal stuff to go over. Case is moving forward."

"When's the court date?"

She sighed. "Not sure yet, but probably next week."

Alexander patted her shoulder. "I'll be there."

Charlotte smiled. "Thanks, Alex."

With that, she left, and Alexander stepped out onto the streets of New York.

---

As Alexander strolled through the city, he noticed something unexpected.

A street vendor was selling T-shirts.

Not just any T-shirts.

Silver Hand T-shirts.

He paused, staring at them.

There were also shirts for Spider-Man, Daredevil, the Fantastic Four, and even the Punisher.

But seeing himself up there?

That was new.

He smirked. "Well, guess I'm famous now."

The vendor noticed him looking. "Yo, man, you wanna buy one? It's inspired by that crazy vigilante—the Silver Hand. Dude's brutal, but he's doing some good out there."

Alexander chuckled. "Yeah, sure. How much?"

He bought one and threw it into his bag.

"Hey, if you ever meet him, tell him thanks. Guy's making NYC a little safer."

Alexander laughed to himself as he walked away. If only you knew.

He glanced up and saw a streak of fire in the sky—the Human Torch flying overhead.

New York never sleeps.

---

Feeling hungry, Alexander wandered into a local Indian restaurant and ordered some samosas.

"Damn, Indian food's good," he muttered between bites.

He was just enjoying his meal, his break, his normal moment—

Until he heard shouting.

A commotion.

Alexander sighed, putting his food down. "Always something."

He followed the noise and saw a bank being robbed.

And who was fighting the robber?

Spider-Man.

The villain?

Sandman.

Alexander grinned.

"This could be fun."

He quickly ducked into an alley, placed his food down carefully, and summoned his armor.

Then?

He joined the fight.

"Whoa, backup? Nice! Was starting to think I was alone on this one." Spider-Man quipped as Alexander appeared.

"Figured you could use some help, Spidey."

Sandman grunted. "Oh, great. Another masked freak."

Alexander wasted no time.

He unleashed a wave of blue wraith energy, shattering a portion of Sandman's body, forcing it to reform.

Spider-Man used the opening to web Sandman's arms together.

Sandman roared and grew in size, becoming a towering mass of living sand.

"Okay, that's new."

Alexander summoned Turann, his wraith hammer, and launched himself at Sandman, smashing straight through his chest.

Sandman reeled back.

Spider-Man shot more webs, keeping him off balance.

Alexander clapped his hands together—a wave of blue energy erupted, disrupting Sandman's form.

And with one final strike, he used Turann to slam Sandman into the pavement, knocking him out cold.

Spider-Man whistled. "Damn, you're stronger than before."

Alexander smirked. "Appreciate it."

The sound of police sirens echoed in the distance.

Alexander turned to Spider-Man. "Time to go."

Before Spider-Man could respond, Alexander vanished using his wraith speed.

---

Back in the alley, Alexander unsummoned his armor and walked over to where he left his samosas.

Only—

They were gone.

His eye twitched. "Who the hell stole my food?"

He activated his wraith senses and began tracking the culprit.

He followed small paw prints—until he found a tiny black kitten with pure white eyes.

And he could sense magic from it.

"The hell?"

The kitten looked up at him, clutching a half-eaten samosa in its tiny paws.

It hissed—and then, to his shock, shot a bolt of lightning at him.

Alexander casually slapped the lightning away.

"Oh, you're special."

The kitten growled.

Alexander grinned.

"You're mine now. And your name is..."

He thought for a moment.

"Little Thor."

The kitten immediately hissed in protest.

Alexander laughed. "Too bad."

Before the kitten could fry him again, Alexander used his magic to make it submit.

It grumbled but eventually curled up in his arms.

Alexander smirked.

He had a pet now.

---

After buying some cat food, a litter box, and a bed for Little Thor, Alexander spent the rest of the day relaxing and playing video games.

Night eventually fell.

Alexander summoned his armor, said goodbye to his new pet, and left.

Tonight?

He had a mission with Daredevil.

He arrived on top of the Nelson and Murdock firm, where Daredevil was waiting.

"You're late."

Alexander smirked. "I was busy."

Daredevil raised an eyebrow. "Doing what?"

"Getting a pet."

Daredevil paused. "Wait. The Silver Hand has a pet?"

Alexander grinned. "Yeah. A cat. Named Little Thor."

Daredevil stared at him. "…You named your cat after Thor?"

"Yep."

Daredevil sighed. "You're something else."

Alexander laughed. "Alright, let's get to work. Where are these Russians?"

Daredevil motioned for him to follow.

Alexander kept teasing him for being slow, which led to a lot of cursing from Daredevil.

Eventually, they reached a fortified warehouse—the stronghold of the Russian mob.

Armed men patrolled the area, guarding crates of illegal weapons and trafficked people.

Daredevil and Alexander crouched on a rooftop, going over the plan.

"We're going to need to be smart about this."

Alexander smirked. "Smart? I was just gonna punch my way in."

Daredevil sighed.

This was going to be a long night.