Seeing Elektra's compliance, Heisenberg nodded in approval, gesturing for her to step aside.
As Elektra moved, Heisenberg approached the fainted nurse, helping her stand.
He patted her cheeks gently, and she stirred, her first sight being Heisenberg's face. She panicked momentarily.
But as the fear subsided, her cheeks flushed.
Fear had given way to something else—a strange excitement, even a hint of dampness.
Unfortunately, Heisenberg released her quickly.
"I'll compensate for the broken window and your fright.
I'll also donate $50,000 to the hospital. Your staff's attentiveness deserves recognition.
They didn't ignore the shattered glass or disturb me unnecessarily."
Heisenberg patted Bullseye, lying on the bed.
"Have your men handle the details, OK?"
"Of course!" Bullseye replied promptly.
Heisenberg glanced at the nurse, smiling.
"I've got a question for you."
The nurse tensed visibly—fear or excitement?
She stood rigidly, responding formally:
"Ask away. I'll answer what I can."
Amused by her tension, Heisenberg laughed heartily.
"Don't worry, I don't bite.
Just their injuries—how are they?"
"Phew…" The nurse sighed, her fantasies shattered.
She'd imagined him asking for her number, a date, or even marriage.
But she remained professional.
"Bullseye's left hip is treated like bedsores. I've handled similar cases.
Matt Murdock's fractures are complex. Emergency fixes are done; full correction within two days."
"Good. One's my best man, the other… a guest. Take care.
Any personal wishes? A fridge, phone, or training? I'll grant it."
"No need, you're too kind. Just an autograph?"
Clever girl. Heisenberg signed, blessed her, and asked Bullseye to gift her later.
Elektra observed, understanding her new boss better.
Heisenberg's intimidating power no longer scared her. He was more socially adept than Kingpin.
Finished at the hospital, Heisenberg returned to the club.
Jessica was still drinking—not champagne, but whiskey.
Champagne wasn't for real drinkers.
Seeing him, she slurred, "You're back."
"Back." Heisenberg sat, massaging her cheeks.
"Kilgrave will be yours in three days. Be ready for revenge."
Slam!!!
Jessica pounded the table, splitting it.
Heisenberg wasn't mad—he understood her excitement.
"Are you sure?!" she shouted.
"Sure."
"That Kilgrave?!"
"Him."
"He's mine!!!"
"Yours."
"Why? What's in it for you? Is my pussy diamond-encrusted?"
"Hahaha!!!"
Heisenberg nearly choked laughing, finally pinching her ear.
"Stop. You're worth more than Kilgrave. I've got a plan. Interested?"
"You're killing Kilgrave just for this? He's no ordinary guy!"
"But ordinary to me!"
Jessica's panic and protests annoyed him.
He dropped the smile, serious.
"Would you do anything to kill Kilgrave?"
"Fk yes! I'd even dress as a blow-up doll for you, buddy!"
"Then call me Boss."
Heisenberg shrugged.
"I took Kingpin's turf and men, but his loyalists don't respect me.
I need real talent—skilled, experienced, leaders and lone wolves.
Ex-superhero, want to join my gang?"
"Sure. Deliver Kilgrave, and I'm all yours!"
Jessica agreed. Jumping from one mess to another wasn't ideal, but if one mess was 800 meters deep and the other 1.5 meters…
She knew her choice.
With Heisenberg's whiskey, she rushed to her office, packed, and moved into the club's suite.
Jessica was now Heisenberg's top enforcer.
"Nuclear Gang"—that's what other gangs called them.
Heisenberg, the nuclear physicist who nearly built a nuke for Germany.
Many believed he'd sabotaged the calculations, preventing nuclear proliferation.
Too bad Einstein succeeded.
Still, Heisenberg was a peace icon to many.
…
Heisenberg recruited aggressively.
Meanwhile, Nick Fury honed his team.
After three days, Iron Man detoxed from the isotope poisoning.
Nick dragged him to SHIELD.
Tony entered the conference room, eyeing the team.
"Wow. A 100-year-old relic.
A rage-filled, less intelligent radiologist.
My ex-secretary, sexy even with hair.
And… a bottle-juggling archer I've never met."
His bluntness enraged the others, but he doubled down.
"This 'Avengers' plan? I'm out. Who are we avenging?
Hitler? My ex's aunt? This archer's Olympic rival?"
He pointed at Banner.
"Only good call: recruiting Banner. Our target's probably him!"
"Tony!" Nick snapped, but Tony smirked.
"You, Nick—why work for a secretive guy?
I propose we elect a leader. I'll run. Fair, right?"
"Tony, sit down. First meeting, let's talk."
Cap intervened. Tony scowled but sat, considering Cap's status and his dad's ties.
Nick began, but a knock interrupted—no, a window tap!
They turned. Heisenberg, in pajamas, melted the glass and entered.
"Fk! What are you doing here? This is Washington!!!"
Tony panicked. Their meeting was about countering Heisenberg.
Was he angry? Ready to kill?
No. Heisenberg smiled.
"Nick, your NYC office directed me here."
"Why wasn't I told?!" Nick was baffled.
His phone rang. He answered, his face paling.
Hill's voice: "Director, Heisenberg asked for you. He's here!"
Nick's face went dead.
"He's already here."