A Marvel System

Drew sat on the edge of his apartment's fire escape, watching the city below. Hell's Kitchen was alive as always—cars honked, sirens wailed, and somewhere in the distance, a gunshot echoed.

He barely noticed. His mind was elsewhere.

He had survived Taskmaster.

That should have been impossible. Fisk had sent one of the deadliest mercenaries on the planet, and Drew had walked away breathing. He wasn't naïve enough to think Taskmaster had gone easy on him, but he had hesitated.

Why?

Drew pulled up his System Interface.

[System Interface]

Name: Drew Harper

Age: 18

Stats:

Strength: 15 (+1)

Agility: 20 (+2)

Intelligence: 20 (+1)

Endurance: 16 (+1)

Charisma: 11 (+1)

Abilities Unlocked:

Adaptive Combatant – Learns and adjusts to enemy fighting patterns at an accelerated rate.

Pain Resistance (Level 2) – Further reduces the effects of pain and injury.

Silent Stride (Level 2) – Can move undetected even at higher speeds.

Parkour Mastery (Level 2) – Can traverse urban environments with near-perfect efficiency.

System Points Available: 50

Drew smirked. His stats were increasing, his abilities evolving.

Taskmaster had hesitated because Drew was learning too fast.

That meant something was changing inside him.

He wasn't just adapting—he was growing stronger exponentially.

And that meant Fisk's worst nightmare was coming true.

Drew Harper was no longer just some small-time street player.

He was becoming a threat.

The Underworld Reacts

Fisk Tower was silent. The only sound was the rhythmic tapping of Wilson Fisk's fingers against his desk.

Across from him, Dante Cross stood stiffly, arms folded.

"Taskmaster failed," Fisk murmured. His voice was calm, but there was danger in it.

Dante frowned. "He walked away. That's not failure. That's restraint."

Fisk's gaze flickered toward his right-hand man, James Wesley, who stood by the window, adjusting his glasses.

"Double the bounty again," Fisk said simply.

Wesley nodded. "Twenty million dollars, then?"

"No." Fisk's expression darkened. "Fifty."

Dante's eyes widened slightly. "That's… excessive."

Fisk leaned forward. "Drew Harper has survived Crossbones and Taskmaster. If I let him continue unchecked, he will become a monster I can no longer control."

He exhaled. "I will not allow another Daredevil. Another Spider-Man."

He turned back to Wesley. "Send out a global contract. I want every hunter, every killer, every assassin after him."

Wesley nodded.

Dante remained silent. Something about this didn't sit right with him.

Drew Harper wasn't a hero. He wasn't a villain either. He was something else entirely.

And that made him unpredictable.

The Hunters Begin to Arrive

Drew walked through the streets of New York, keeping his hood low. He knew it was only a matter of time before Fisk sent another killer after him.

But what he wasn't expecting was for the entire criminal underworld to turn against him.

As he passed a small electronics store, he noticed something.

On the screen of one of the televisions, a news broadcast played.

"Breaking News: A fifty-million-dollar bounty has been placed on an unknown individual suspected of engaging in criminal activity against Wilson Fisk's organization. The bounty has attracted interest from mercenaries and bounty hunters across the globe…"

Drew stopped breathing.

Fifty million?

That was insanity.

A bounty like that would attract every high-level assassin on the planet.

He exhaled slowly.

Fisk wasn't just trying to kill him.

He was trying to make an example out of him.

Drew adjusted his hood and started moving faster. He needed to disappear before—

"Hey, kid."

Drew barely had time to react before a fist came flying at his face.

He ducked, rolling backward, just as a massive man stepped out of the shadows.

Drew recognized him instantly.

Bullseye.

Shit.

Bullseye smirked, flipping a small throwing knife between his fingers. "Fifty million dollars. Not bad, kid."

Drew exhaled. "Fisk really doesn't know when to quit, huh?"

Bullseye shrugged. "Honestly? I don't care. I just like getting paid."

He threw the knife.

Drew dodged, but the blade changed direction mid-air, cutting across his arm before embedding itself into a streetlight.

Drew's eyes widened. Bullseye never missed.

The assassin chuckled. "That was a warning shot."

Drew scowled. "Cute."

Bullseye's smirk widened. "Let's see how long you can run."

Then, he attacked.

The Fight Begins

Bullseye moved fast.

He grabbed a handful of coins from his belt and flicked them at Drew like bullets.

Drew activated Silent Stride, dodging to the side. One of the coins still grazed his cheek, drawing blood.

Bullseye never missed.

That meant Drew had to move in unpredictable ways.

He activated Parkour Mastery, flipping over a railing and sprinting through a nearby construction site.

Bullseye pursued, grabbing a screwdriver from a nearby toolbox and hurling it like a throwing knife.

Drew barely managed to deflect it with his own knife.

CLANG.

The screwdriver embedded itself into a steel beam, vibrating from the impact.

Drew's heart pounded.

If that had hit his skull, he'd be dead.

Bullseye chuckled. "You're good. But I'm better."

He grabbed a nail gun from a workbench and fired three shots.

Drew zig-zagged, avoiding the first two—

The third grazed his shoulder, pain exploding through him.

Drew rolled behind a stack of crates, breathing heavily.

Bullseye sighed. "Come on, kid. Don't make this boring."

Drew clenched his fists. He was done running.

He activated Adaptive Combatant and stepped into the open.

"Alright," he smirked. "Let's finish this."

Drew Harper wiped the blood from his cheek, breathing heavily as he squared off against Bullseye. The assassin stood casually amidst the construction site, flipping a nail between his fingers. His smirk was almost lazy, but Drew knew better.

Bullseye never missed.

Fifty million dollars had brought out the best killers in the world, and now Drew was trapped in a fight against one of the deadliest.

A single mistake, and he was dead.

The Fight for Survival

Bullseye tilted his head. "Still standing? I gotta say, kid—I expected you to be bleeding out by now."

Drew cracked his neck. "Yeah, well, I don't die easy."

Bullseye's grin widened. "Let's change that."

He moved.

In a blur of motion, he flicked two nails with pinpoint precision. Drew barely dodged, feeling the rush of wind as one sliced past his ear.

The second—

THWACK!

It embedded into his shoulder, sending a jolt of pain through his body. Drew gritted his teeth. He couldn't afford to slow down.

Bullseye was already attacking again, this time using a wrench as a projectile.

Drew twisted mid-air, narrowly avoiding it.

He landed in a crouch, eyes burning with focus. He couldn't win this fight by dodging forever.

He needed a strategy.

Adapting to the Unbeatable

Drew pulled up his System Interface in his peripheral vision, his mind racing.

[System Interface]

[Adaptive Combatant in Progress…]

Analyzing enemy attack patterns…

Processing… 62%

Good.

Bullseye was predictable in one way—he always aimed to kill.

If Drew could anticipate his angles of attack, he could turn it against him.

Think, think!

Drew's eyes darted around the environment.

Behind Bullseye, several metal scaffolding poles leaned at odd angles. If he could maneuver Bullseye into a disadvantageous position, he might have a shot.

Turning the Tables

Drew bolted toward a stack of cement bags, using his Parkour Mastery to leap and flip over them.

Bullseye immediately reacted—he grabbed a box cutter from a nearby workbench and launched it at Drew's heart.

Drew anticipated it this time.

He twisted his body at the last second, letting the blade graze his ribs instead of piercing his chest.

Bullseye raised an eyebrow. "Not bad."

Drew landed and sprinted toward the scaffolding. "Yeah? Watch this."

CRACK.

He kicked over a support beam, sending a massive wooden plank crashing down toward Bullseye.

The assassin dodged easily, flipping backward—exactly what Drew wanted.

As Bullseye landed, Drew was already mid-air, using his Enhanced Agility to slam his knee into Bullseye's ribs.

THWACK!

Bullseye staggered for the first time.

Drew didn't hesitate—he followed up with a spinning kick aimed at Bullseye's jaw.

But—

Bullseye caught his ankle mid-spin and yanked him hard.

Drew's world tilted as he was flung through the air, slamming into a stack of wooden planks.

CRASH!

Pain erupted in his back, but he forced himself to roll to his feet.

Bullseye wiped a bit of blood from his mouth. "That actually hurt. You're full of surprises."

Drew smirked despite the pain. "Yeah? I've got plenty more."

Bullseye chuckled. "Good."

Then, he drew a pistol.

Shit.

Escaping Death

Bullseye pulled the trigger.

Drew lunged to the side, but—

BANG!

The bullet grazed his thigh, sending a burning sensation through his leg.

Drew hit the ground hard, gritting his teeth.

Bullseye took slow, confident steps toward him. "Game over, kid."

Drew's mind raced. He had seconds to act.

His hand brushed against something on the ground—

A nail gun.

Bullseye raised his gun.

Drew didn't think.

He grabbed the nail gun, aimed, and fired.

THUNK!

The nail pierced Bullseye's wrist.

The assassin's gun clattered to the ground as he snarled in pain.

Drew exploded forward, using his Enhanced Strength to tackle Bullseye, slamming him against a stack of metal pipes.

BAM!

Bullseye grunted in pain, trying to shove Drew off—but Drew was faster now.

He grabbed Bullseye's own knife from his belt and pressed it against his throat.

For a long moment, neither of them moved.

Bullseye's breathing was ragged. "You gonna do it?"

Drew's hand tightened on the blade.

Every instinct screamed at him to finish it.

But—

No.

He wasn't Fisk. He wasn't a mindless killer.

Instead, he leaned in close and whispered:

"Tell Fisk I don't die easy."

Then, he punched Bullseye across the face, knocking him out cold.

Drew exhaled, his heart hammering in his chest.

He had won.

A Deadlier Threat

Drew limped away from the fight, his system flashing new updates.

[Mission Complete: Defeat Bullseye]

Rewards:

75 System Points

New Passive Ability Unlocked: Precise Aim

He barely had time to process it before he felt it—a presence.

Someone was watching him.

He turned his head slowly.

Perched on a rooftop across the street was a woman in black tactical gear, a sniper rifle in her hands.

Her eyes locked with his.

Black Widow.

Drew felt a cold chill run down his spine.

Shit.

Fisk wasn't the only one after him anymore.

The Avengers were watching.

And that meant his entire world was about to change.