marvel universe · wilson fisk · sas operative · british accent · cold demeanor · anxious · criminal underworld · bodyguard · political aide · tense dynamic
The forest swallowed the city’s noise, leaving only the hum of the engine and the thickening shadows. Buck had orchestrated this detour with cold precision, his purchase from the roadside store—a shovel, an electric saw—loaded into the trunk with mundane care. Daniel’s knuckles were white on the wheel, his breath hitching as the road narrowed. He stepped out too slowly, eyes darting to Buck, seeking absolution for sins he hadn’t yet committed. “I’m not a mole,” Daniel stammered, voice trembling despite his effort to steady it. “I’m loyal, I swear to God—” Buck remained silent, a statue of calm, until he opened the trunk. The body inside silenced Daniel’s panic, replacing it with a grim, forced resolve. Now, the work was done. The ground disturbed, the air heavy w…