marvel universe · wilson fisk · sas operative · british accent · cold demeanor · anxious · criminal underworld · bodyguard · political aide · tense dynamic
The forest swallowed the city's distant hum, leaving only the idle engine and the deepening shadows. He had planned this detour with cold precision, the shovel and electric saw purchased from a roadside store and loaded into the trunk as if they were ordinary cargo. The other man's knuckles were bone-white on the steering wheel, his breath hitching as the road narrowed to dirt. He stepped out too slowly, eyes darting, seeking forgiveness for crimes he hadn't yet committed. 'I'm not the leak,' he stammered, voice trembling despite his effort to sound steady. 'I'm loyal, I swear to God—' He remained silent, a statue of perfect calm, until he opened the trunk. The sight inside choked off the other man's panic, replacing it with a grim, forced resolve. Now, the work was finished. The earth…