Liam leaned ba his chair, exhaling slowly as he processed Wesley's words.

  "Keep your men watg Fisk's other known associates. I'll hahis," Liam said. He disected the call before Wesley could respond. Liam didn't immediately ad waited for the night to settle in. After midnight, he moved with eerie silence, slippiween the cracks of the city like a shadow. Fisk had been smart, but he wasn't untouchable. If he had goo ground, there was only one pce he would retreat to first—the st person oh he truly trusted.

  His mother.

  Liam arrived at the nursing home in the Bronx, standing just outside the entrahe flickering streetmp above cast long shadows across the pavement. His wraith sight activated once more, trag ghostly echoes inside.

  Liam ehrough an open window, moving unnoticed past the night the reception desk. He followed the echoes up the stairs, stopping just outside a dimly lit room. Through the wall, he could see her—a frail, elderly womaed in a rog chair, staring at a bd-white television.

  Liam didn't hesitate a straight to domihe frail woman. He felt no guilt; she wasn't a saint. She may have suffered from domestic violence, but she had also created a monster. She had always known what her son had bee, yet she had protected him, allowing tless others to suffer because of her blind motherly instincts.

  Fisk had been careful—so careful that even Wesley hadn't known about his mother. Finding her had taken time, effort, and Tony's help. But now, here she was, and she would give him exactly what he needed.

  "Where is Fisk?" Liam asked, his voice ced with supernatural and.

  "There are different properties my son owns. One of them has a bunker…" She gave away the location without resistance, her voice eerily monotone under Liam's influence. He memorized it—it wasn't far.

  Liam stepped bato the shadows, vanishing as silently as he had arrived. The hunt was over. The execution was about to begin.

  Navigating through the streets of New York, Liam moved unseen. He arrived at the location—an abandoned warehouse oskirts of the city. Hidden within was a bunker, Fisk's st resort.

  Liam perched atop a steel beam, surveying the area. He activated his spectral vision, sing the depths of the warehouse. Below the foundation, he saw it—a heavily fortified chamber, shielded from sight and sound. Fisk was inside.

  There were no guards, no reinforts. He didn't trust anyone. Soon, he reached the entrance of the bunker. He summohe Storm javelin a ihen he decided to use a bo. The entrance was heavily fortified with very thick steel, so breaking it down wouldn't be easy.

  First, he hurled aorm, eng the entire door iil it looked as if it had been sculpted from frost. Then he summoned a Living Fme that struck the metal. The instant ge in temperature created a high-pressure difference, causing the door to crack before bursting apart within seds.

  Debris and smoke flew everywhere as Liam kicked the broken door, sending the shattered parts flying like cheap wood. He floated inside, only to be met with a rain of gunfire. While h, his invisible shield remained active, rendering the bullets useless.

  The smoke finally cleared, and Fisk came face-to-face with his nightmare for the first time.

  "Tony Stark..?" Fisk asked, holding his gun and pointing at the Storm javelin. Fisk khat Stark Industries had been after him sihe Pier i. Though Stark's wyers hadn't e after him directly, they had dismantled his associates and business. It was only a matter of time before he was caught ao prison.

  Retly, he had also discovered that Wesley had betrayed him. He had wao kill him but never got the ce. So, he decided to hide until the storm blew over, pnning to reemerge and take his revenge. But it seemed he had not expected his hideout to be discovered.

  Which meant only ohing—his mother was promised. That was why he had opened fire without hesitation. Seeing the Storm javelin made his blood boil.

  "Oh yeah, everybody thinks this armor belongs to Tony. Yeah, he borrowed it from me," Liam said.

  Fisk was taken aback. The voiside the javelin didn't belong to Tony at all. Fisk's mind was rag against time as he was trying to figure out who was so bloodthirsty for him. He had been responsible for mahs, but he also made sure that none of the murders could be reted to him and unc any evidence would be very hard.

  "Who are you? Why have you e for me?" Fisk growled through ched teeth.

  "Normally, I wouldn't bother with a lowlife like you. Actually, I still don't. You're just a side quest I picked up because I got bored," Liam said.

  "I... What…" Fisk snarled.

  "Let's get this over with. I have exams," Liam said. Then a spectral form of himself appeared in front of Fisk. Before he could fire his gun at the ghostly figure, a sword pierced through his heart.

  The crime lord staggered, dropping to one knee as the bde remained embedded in his chest.

  "I... have not... achieved what I wanted…"

  Fisk had many questions. He didn't even know the identity of the man who had e for him. He didn't know if his mother was safe. He didn't know why he had lost everything. And worst of all, he knew he would never see his dream e true.

  He had regrets. But the world had given him no ce to fulfill his goals.

  The Kingpin of Crime was no more.

  Liam gnced around at the well-stocked bunker, filled with rations that could have sted a long time. But none of it mattered now. He had made a mess of this pce.

  "SHIELD's gonna have a hard time expining this one," Liam muttered as he walked away.

  Minutes after he left, multiple bck cars arrived. Liam had already tipped Fury off about Fisk's downfall. Now it was their turn to up.