MONTHS HAVE PASSED since the raid of the '8's lair. Plans have been delayed and pushed since then after several stops by a certain dark, masked vigilante has entered the scene of New York.

Hope was restored to the state since no one has heard from the Avengers ever since the Battle of New York. Hearing the news of a protector hidden in the shadows struck motivation to the city and fear to criminals.

Yet, the L/N wasn't really doing it for the city.

Selfish? Probably.

His mindset was really to bring temporary happiness with the use of his wide range variety of skills. It was never to restore hope, but to restore meaning to something he has lost. A life. A life of meaning, joy, and goal.

Once restored, back to retirement he planned.

'...The Senator has this to say.'

"This so called Vigilante— For all i know, a hoax— isn't and must not be trusted in our streets. Sure, the man has given time to overpower the criminality around, but this does not-- or perhaps justify his true intentions. For all we know, he could be a diversion of sorts. We haven't even seen his face. For all we know, he is trouble."

'Obviously, Mr. Senator has been reading too much of the Daily Bugle! Developing story here-'

T.V flickered off as Flinchley sat on his chair, sighing. Small footsteps could be heard, a smirk curving up on his lips. The setting was dark, a light bulb on the ceiling emitting a yellow reflection on the dark walls.

"Well, look who showed up.." Monveta let out, a tone of exhaustion as he set the remote down. "Why come now?" Flinchley asked. The figure sat down, Flinchley could sense the sharp glare from behind the figure's mask.

[A/N: Thanks again for the edit @SEKRETONGMALUPYET ]

A chuckle was heard, slightly muffled. "You told me you were gonna catch him." The masked figure pointed out. "All this 'attraction' bullshit doesn't seem to be working, Monveta."

Flinchley scoffed. "That's where you come in." Mirrocc raised an eyebrow before gesturing for Flinchley to continue his explanation. "I need you to lure him."

"Why me?" asked the Masked man.

"Once we have attracted his parties, we have a clear shot. We get to have a shot of chaos." Flinchley explained, a psychotic tone. "And we do that, by attraction."

"Where to?"

Flinchley smirked.

"The biggest event New York has to offer.."

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THE RADIO SLIGHTLY started to static as a voice was heard. "We got a 10-80, headed west. Suspects armed. Possible 10-30. Do we have anybody around the area?"

A police chase. Possible Robbery

We transition to the side of the road. The top full of bright lights as the distant polices sirens were echoing through. At the side, a dark figure sitting on his motorcycle as he waited. As the distant sirens started to get louder, a vehicle zoomed past the dark figure.

This was his queue.

He clicked a button on his wrist as his eye piece glowed, his bike revving as the tires screeched. Just then, he followed in pursuit.

He could feel the wind flow to his suit, he pressed a button on his vehicle. The Police behind him as suddenly, the lights started to go out.

Blending in with the darkness.

"What's with the light..."

Y/N followed the armored truck using the new night vision feature as he drove to the side of the truck.

As they get to the exit, the truck immediately swerves to the side in attempt to hit Y/N. He barely dodges it but loses a little control as he grunts in frustration.

He looks over to see the truck take a last minute sharp turn. He cracks his neck before quickly following in pursuit.

Following the backlights, the backdoor opens as a masked man pulls out his pistol, aiming at Y/N. He pulls the trigger, Y/N barely dodges as he tilts to the side. He twists his throttle, quickening his vehicle, slashing the truck's car with his dagger during the process. Y/N slows down, waiting for the right moment. The backdoor was on his sights, still opened, he jumped out of his vehicle now entering the truck. As he rolled over, group of men swarmed at him.

He blocked an attack from behind, using the man as a shield as another attempts to shoot at Y/N. As the bullet makes contact, he throws the lifeless body at the direction of the shot, Knocking the man down. Corner of his eye, an arm swinging at his direction making him duck. Using momentum, he eyes the man's ribs, elbowing it before kicking him out of the vehicle.

Not noticing what was happening, a man attempted to run at him in goal to tackle him down. Y/N sensed this in time as he instinctively stepped to the side, the man throwing himself out.

He ran up to the front, sliding the small door meeting two at front. The occupant of the passenger seat aimed his gun at Y/N. The L/N gripped the man's wrist, pushing it further as the sound of a bang was heard, bullet piercing the driver right at the head as blood splattered.

The passenger was too in awe not before realizing that he was kicked off the vehicle. He grunted, rolling down the road in pain. His rolling stopped as Y/N's placed his foot on the man, stopping his momentum. He grabbed on the man's collar pulling him up as he glared at him.

Y/N slowly grabbed the sides of the man's jacket, revealing a necklace of the number '8'. His jaw clenching as he finally found his target.

"Where's Monveta?" He questioned in a menacing tone.

The man shrugged as a white substance slowly poured out of his mouth. Poison. He poisoned himself.

Y/N groaned in frustration before throwing the lifeless body at the ground.

"I just can't seem to catch a break..." He mumbled to himself. The police sirens now in hearing, he slowly shook his head. "I guess back to the shadows..." The lights slowly coming back on as he left the scene..

Y/N WAS SPEAKING TO JESSICA on his burner phone while he slowly paced back and fourth around the room.

"...It's smart. They poison themselves so they won't be brought in for questioning. Makes my job even fucking worse." Y/N spoke in frustration.

Jessica sighed. "You just have to be little patient, hunting someone down isn't supposed to be that easy--"

"Well I was really good at it--"

"Because you had S.H.I.E.L.D." Jessica cutted off. Y/N released an annoyed sigh, rubbing his head in attempt to calm himself. "You just have to wait for the right moment. As of now, try focusing of piecing things together."

It was a nice habit to get some advice with this whole detective thing that Y/N started to slowly pick up.

"By the way, have you heard about this Masquerade ball? It's been all over the news." Jessica spoke, she was scrolling through her laptop while at it. Y/N's eyebrows raised in curiousness. "There's no way i'm coming to that. Bunch of rich folks in masks... Not into that. You?"

Y/N furrowed his eyebrows. "How rich?" He asked. Curious.

"Senators, politicians, you name it and they're probably there."

A thought came into Y/N's mind as he froze a bit. He looked back at his wall, the dots were starting to take shape before bringing back all attention to Jessica.

"Listen, I have to go. I'll call you later?"

"Wait--"

Jessica was too late, the call ended as she groaned in frustration. 'Y/N could be so hard headed at times.' she thought.

Y/N lightly threw his phone away, his head full of thoughts as he closed his eyes to think. As he opened his eyes, his sights landed on his wall. He slowly walked up to it, analyzing his work.

Until his eyes landed on an old news article from months ago, slowly removing it's pin as he read the headline.

'54 CONFIRMED DEATHS AT BEVERLY HOME. SUSPECTS NOT FOUND.'

Y/N scoffed.

"They picked a heck of a time to hold this event..." He mumbled to himself.

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CALMING MUSIC WAS FILLED as men and women gathered in conversation. Groups dancing in their small masks as smiles were spread across the ballroom. People engaging in fun with the sound of glasses clicking and distant chatter echoing through the halls.

An orchestra playing their instruments bringing satisfaction to the ears.

The sound of screaming though brought all of them to their senses, simultaneously gaining their attention. A man rolling down the stairway. Each drop increased the volume of his screams.

A masked figure walking down the steps with armed men behind him.

"HELLO! HELLO! WHY-- WHAT A SIGHT!" The masked figure exclaimed. Everyone's heart pounding in fear as some hands were shaking. The man raised his gun in the air, firing a shot that frightened the rest. "WE ARE.... TONIGHT'S ENTERTAINMENT!"

[A/N: Getting the reference? If you do, you're a legend.]

A smirk appearing behind the mask, observing the tension in the room.

"ONE OF THE WORLD'S MOST POWERFUL MEN AND WOMEN GATHERED IN ONE ROOM.... ALL STEPPED DOWN BY A MAN WITH A GUN...." He scoffed at even his own remarks, amusedly too. "HOW PATHETIC...."

An '8' man gets knocked down to the floor in a separate room.

"COME ON... AT LEAST GIVE ME A FIGHT!" The masked figure shouted, his gun right at a man's forehead. Threatening him. The man softly whimpered, bringing a smile to The masked figure's face. "AW-- WON'T YOU LOOK AT THAT.. MR. SENATOR IS SCARED? WELL YOU SHOULD BE!"

"LOOK AT THIS!" He started again, pointing around the room. "THE PEOPLE, WHO HAVE BEEN RELIED TO CREATE GREATNESS... VULNERABLE SO EASILY! DO YOU REALLY THINK THEY SHOULD BE ONES WHO LEAD!?"

"Then why do you think you should?" A voice boomed, all heads turned to the man.

The masked figure clapped his hands ecstaticly. "THERE YOU GO! THAT'S WHAT I CALL BRAVERY! I LIKE YOU!" He pointed, slowly walking toward him. "NAME?"

"Sen--"

A shot fired as the crowd gasped. The Senator shot down from the head as everyone quickly shut their eyes in horror.

"WELL, 'LIKED' ANYWAY IN PAST TENSE.." The masked figure mumbled to himself. The lights though suddenly went out, some gasps escaping other people's mouth as while The masked figure smiled. Slowly looking up. "HE IS HERE..."

One by one a scream fading into the distance as One by One, an '8' man disappeared.

The masked figure suddenly caught a hand, the lights suddenly on.

For the first time in a long time...

The Shadow was revealed to the light...

He was no longer a myth.

The masked figure kicked Y/N on the stomach, causing him to stumble as they proceed to a one on one battle. Y/N brought his arms back, using momentum to throw a hit. But was blocked, easily.

The masked figure was able to get Y/N to land on the floor, using this to flee as he swung himself out the window as it shattered. Dropping down.

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[A/N: You could start playing this song while at it.]

Y/N swiftly got up, looking down the edge to see a sports car speeding away. Making him groan in frustration, dropping a zip line as he himself dropped down.

As he landed two feet on the ground, he made his way to his motorcycle. Quickly following in pursuit.

Cars honking as they made their way through the road in quick speeds. The masked man looked at his side view mirror, eyes rolling as he lowered the window. A gun pointed at Y/N, firing while he barely dodges it, tilting to the side.

The masked figure's car going side to side in attempt to avoid Y/N's own shots, hitting some cars on the way. Y/N did his best to get past the tight spaces, scrapping some cars while he followed.

Shot after shot fired but to no avail.

Y/N had enough, stumbling while he attempted to stand up. Doing his best to keep his balance. He swung his arms, jumping on top of a car. He aimed his gun at the masked figure's car, shattering a window which made him duck.

He retaliated with a shot of his own, making sure to keep his eyes on the road. Y/N quickly dodges it, he could sense the bullet just barely missing him. He jumped car after car, still continuing their shots.

Finally, he was near the figure's car. A loud bang was heard on top, startling the masked figure a bit as he looked up. A small dent popping in. He groaned in frustration, aiming his gun in the air as Y/N held on. His body swinging, dodging shots while the car swerved side to side in attempt to get rid of the L/N.

Bullet holes scattered on the roof.

A sharp turn led to Y/N's one hand letting go, forcing him to hold on with only the other while he grunted. After a while he placed his other hand back, grunting more as he did his best to keep his hold.

[A/N: End song]

They made their way through a bridge, the masked figure smirked. He opens his door and jumps out of the vehicle. Before Y/N could even think about it, the car flips over. A small explosion caused as the car landed.

The masked figure slowly made his way to the scene.

A gunshot though was heard, making him turn around. Y/N jumped down with his sword attempting to slash The masked figure, to no avail. The masked man took a small side step, dodging the attack.

He brought out his own sword, swinging it as they dueled. The two now battling it out as attack after attack. Problem was, none of them hit. It was either a block or a dodge.

The masked man groaned in frustration, faking an attack before knocking away both Y/N's swords one at a time. As he had no weapon, he did his best to doge each attack from ducking to side stepping.

He took an opportunity when his eyes landed on the ribs. He elbowed the man's ribs causing him to limp forward. Another opportunity scene, knocking his swords away and landing a punch on the man's face.

He stumbled a bit before looking at the L/N. His jaw clenching as he ran unto him, attempting a very familiar 'superman punch'. Y/N took a step back, dodging the attack before bringing his legs up to kick the man.

Although, the man did the same. bringing his legs up to kick Y/N.

Both kicks landed on their chests, knocking them both down to the floor simultaneously.

But something weird happened...

Both men flipped at the same time, in words, simultaneously. Same form, Same technique, Same landing.

Y/N's eyebrows knitted, furrowing. In confusion.

Mirrocc's eyes widened. In realization.

Mirrocc used this as a distraction, swiftly kicking Y/N on the face, making him land face first to the ground. Mirrocc flips Y/N's body over, placing a foot on him to stop him from moving.

He bent over, eyeing the L/N. He huffed.

"You haven't heard have you?..." Mirrocc spoke softly, his eyes glaring. He received no response. "I was made to be your weakness..."

He slowly placed both hands on his mask, slowly lifting it. Y/N's eyes widened at what he saw..

Himself?

His own face.

He was too frozen to even realize that Mirocc left. He laid there in thought, distraught from what he just saw. Was he dreaming?

He slowly stood up... In plans to going after him....

But a big flash of light went over him, lifting a hand up onto his eyes to cover himself from the sudden flash. In the corner of his eyes, group of men in S.W.A.T - Like uniforms surrounding him, armed.

But they weren't S.W.A.T...

"S.H.I.E.L.D! STAND DOWN!" A familiar voice exclaimed..

Oh shit.

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A/N: heh, I got homework. Oops.

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