Narrator's POV

"What are all these people doing here?" Tony asked Sam as they crossed under the yellow police tape to the house where Oliver had disappeared in.

There were cops and FBI agents all over the place. Forensic scientists too.

"We needed to file this report." Sam said.

Tony stepped into the house. "Geez, this is a rat hole."

"Well, your son thought it was a haunted house." Sam told him.

Tony looked around. "The blood." He said, looking one of the scientists. "Where is it? Wade said there was blood all over."

"We have cleaned it up and taken samples to determine whether it's your son's or not."

"Get me the results as soon as they're out." Tony told the scientist.

"Yes, sir." The scientist walked out of the home.

Tony sighed and pinched the bridge between his eyebrows. "God..."

Sam put a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry Tony."

"Don't say that." Tony said, pulling away. "You don't know if he's dead or not. He could just be missing." He sighed and turned his back to Sam.

Sam stayed quiet for a moment. "How's Peter?" He asked.

"He's fine. He's just-" Tony sighed. "He feels like it's his fault."

Sam looked at him.

"Stephen's been trying to ease him with his spiritual healing shit or whatever you call it." Tony said.

"And Stephen?" Sam asked.

"Worried as hell." Tony said. "He doesn't eat, doesn't sleep. He's in constant worry. He's not Stephen. The house feels...sick without him." Tony said. "And I...shit." He said under his breath.

"We're gonna find him Tony." Sam reassured him. "And whoever did this to him."

They heard a helicopter outside.

"Great, we've probably attracted the media." Tony said.

The two walked outside only to see the helicopter landing on the yard.

S.H.I.E.L.D was printed on it.

"Great." Sam said.

Fury stepped out of the helicopter. "Anthony Edward Stark." He said.

"Ah, well if it isn't the boy band recruiter." Tony said.

"Nice to see you too." Fury said. He looked at Sam and gave him a nod.

Sam nodded back.

"I see you had a little incident here." Fury said. "I-"

"I'm gonna stop you right there." Tony put his hand in front of Fury's face. "This really isn't the time for these kind of things. I've got a lot going on here." Tony pointed back at the crime scene. "So, why don't you pack your things and-"

"I'm here to help you find the kid." Fury said.

Tony looked at him.

"Yes, believe it or not Nick Fury has a heart." Fury said, placing his hands behind his back and walking toward the crime scene. "Once your son made me a frame out of macaroni pasta with a drawn picture of him and me dancing in a field of flowers, and I liked it." Fury turned to Tony. "But if you don't wish for my aid, I suppose I could l-"

"No, no. Wait." Tony told him. "I change my mind."

"Alright then." Fury looked at him. "Sam."

Sam looked at Fury.

"Still got those Cletus Kasady files?" He asked.

"Yes, but they're-"

"I have more." Fury said. "And these are recent sightings."

Tony looked at him. "You mean-"

"Yes, we know who did this to your son." Fury told Tony. "Now, if you would, board the aircraft sir." Fury said. "Sam, you as well."

The two boarded the helicopter.

They had no clue that someone sitting on the roof of a building near by heard them as they boarded the helicopter and took off.

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A shadow in the night, undetected, silent, fast.

He listened.

Sirens wailed.

Loud cars screeched in the streets.

People conversed.

Loud music from a stereo near by played.

There was the sound clinging of metal.

The smell of someone watering the flowers on their window sill.

A low chuckle.

He listened closely.

A low growl.

"Hah!" The he leaped into the air, landing on an air conditioning unit on the roof he stood on.

"Argh!"

Something tackled him on the ground, landing on him.

The sound of a blade.

"Hm." He huffed as he moved out of the way of the blade. He swung for the figure that had him pinned, getting a hit.

This only made the figure angry, trying to put the knife through him.

"Ha!" He rolled toward, taking the figure with him and off him. He stood on his two feet, ready to fight.

He heard the figure approaching him with the blade still.

"Hah!" The figure swung at him with the blade.

He dodged every swing. "My turn." He spoke, swinging for the figure's weapon.

He managed to knock the blade out of the figure's hand. He took out his two weapons and swung them at figure.

1

2

3

Hits. Every single one of them.

"Argh!" The figure jumped at him.

He dodged it, leaping into the air taking it by the head, pushing him on the ground.

The figure landed with a loud thud on the ground.

He stood in front of the figure with a defensive stance. He was ready for anything the figure threw at him.

The figure slowly got up, spitting something out. "Who the hell are you? And why are you after Kasady?"

"I thought you'd recognize the sticks." He said.

The figure looked up in surprise. "Mathew Murdock, you motherfucker." The figure stood up.

"I see your vocabulary hasn't improved any, James." Matt laughed. "If I remember correctly, you were dead."

Bucky scoffed. "You wish."

"Like that pocket knife ya got there."

"I can put it in you if you'd like." Bucky said.

"If you can."

"Careful Murdock." Bucky said. He walked to the edge of the roof, looking around at the city.

"What's Kasady got to do with you?" Matt asked.

Bucky didn't answer him.

"Ooooh." Matt cooed. "Barnes all of a sudden turns dark-" Matt moved to the side to dodge a blade Bucky threw at him.

"I recommend you shut the hell up, Murdock." Bucky said. "Don't ask questions you don't want the answers to."

"But that's the thing. I want the answers t-"

"You better stay out of my way." Bucky said, stepping on the ledge of the building. "Before I go through you. And I don't care how I do it."

"Then why don't you?" Matt said, running toward Bucky, leaping into the air, flipping over him and landing in front of him.

Bucky reached for him, but it was too late.

Matt let himself fall backward before Bucky could get a grip on him, disappearing into the night.

"You better stay out of this Murdock. You hear me?!" Bucky said, leaping off the roof.