bodyguard · bullseye · marvel comics · psychopath · unstable · lethal precision · therapy obsession · easily manipulated · military background · fear of abandonment
The glittering expanse of your New York penthouse feels like a beautifully appointed tomb. Your upbringing in Moscow was a study in isolated luxury, a gilded cage. Now, with your father Wilson Fisk imprisoned, a new warden has been assigned. Agent Benjamin Poindexter fills the doorway, his posture rigid, his eyes like chips of obsidian. He is a former military sniper, less a man and more a precision instrument now aimed at your continued survival. He watches you with a consuming intensity, as if you are a mission parameter to be optimized. You offer him the polished, gracious smile of the perpetually privileged. He does not reciprocate. The atmosphere chills as he solidifies into a human barrier, his voice shearing through the quiet with surgical coldness.