Harry Potter: Syndicate of Heroes

Spider-man frowned when Daredevil shifted to look where Mage had indicated. The cowl that Daredevil wore had no eye holes and the leather that it was made from would prevent his eyes from being able to see through it. Maybe it was some kind of tech, like Iron Man had in his helmet?

"Who was he?" Daredevil asked.

"He's called Bullseye," Mage replied.

"Got a wicked scar on his forehead shaped like a target," Spider-man added helpfully.

"I've not encountered him before. I take it he's been hired to remove me from Hell's Kitchen?" Daredevil half-questioned and half-stated.

"Yeah. The crooks I heard talking about it only referred to the person doing the hiring as 'their boss'," Spider-man said.

"We wanted to warn you about it before he got to you first," Mage added. "Seems that we weren't really needed."

"I wouldn't go that far," Daredevil said, rubbing what looked to be a hastily applied bandage on his arm, before 'looking' at Mage. "Appreciate whatever it was you did to stop those last few shurikens from getting anywhere near me."

"Basic shield charm," Mage replied. "I intended on getting a tracking charm on him as well, but he escaped before I could do so. You know who he's working for?"

"You mentioned some low-life's mentioning a 'boss'? There's only one person that they could mean. The Kingpin," Daredevil growled

"Kingpin?" Mage questioned.

Daredevil nodded. "Runs the crime gangs in not only Hell's Kitchen, but also most of New York. He's got the Mafia, the Yakuza, the Triads, the Russians and a host of others all reporting to him. I've been trying to take him down for a long time now. Haven't got close enough yet, but I've been chipping away at his operations. Heard you've started doing the same thing."

Peter rubbed a hand over the back of his head. "Yeah. Well, I've been doing my bit."

"The Avengers will be based here soon," Mage stated. "We'll do our bit, too. In fact, why don't you come by the Tower once it's open next week. You can meet everyone and we can coordinate better. I'm sure Iron Man would have something that you could have to help you keep in touch with us."

"Appreciate the offer," Daredevil said. "But I'm used to working alone."

"Yeah, I was like that," Spider-man stated. "But working together's not bad. You should give it try, you never know when a little back-up'll help."

"I'll think about it," Daredevil replied. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got someone to find and question."

"Don't forget that Bullseye's out there looking for you," Mage reminded him, giving his wand a nonchalant wave in Daredevil's general direction.

"I won't. Don't worry, I'll deal with him later," Daredevil promised before turning and leaping off the edge of the building.

Spider-man quickly moved to the side of the building, leaning on the crenelation as he watched the hero quickly move down the side of the building before disappearing in the shadows.

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"Thanks for the lift," Bruce said before climbing out of the cab of the truck and down to the side of the road.

The man, Jerry, simply nodded, raised a hand and, once Bruce'd shut the door and stepped back, put his truck in gear and drove off.

Exactly where Bruce currently was, he wasn't certain. Oh, he knew that he was in the outskirts of Los Angeles, but not what part or suburb he was in. All he knew was that as soon as he'd heard the radio report, he'd realised that he was travelling in the wrong direction.

His intention was to get to Malibu to see Pepper and to find out if there was anything that he could do about Tony being missing. Exactly what help he could provide was uncertain, but he wanted to be there just in case.

But now the radio had reported that Tony was alive and well and kicking butt the way he did when he was being Iron Man. Apparently, he and Colonel Rhodes' War Machine had ended up in Florida of all places, saving the President and battling the bad guys. There'd even been unconfirmed reports that a lot Tony's Iron Man suits had been destroyed in the dust up.

The main thing, though, was that Tony was alive and well and currently in New York, having moved to the all-but-completed Avengers Tower now that his Malibu Mansion had been destroyed. New York. As in the New York clear on the other side of the country.

With a grumble, Bruce started walking. Getting from Brazil to Los Angeles had been difficult enough, but to find out that he'd spent nearly the last two thousand miles going the wrong direction was just plain annoying. Now, he needed to find a way to travel to the other side of the country.

Tony, Bruce knew, would tell him to simply use the credit card that he'd given him to buy a plane ticket. But Bruce was loathe to put himself in a confined metal container forty thousand feet in the air for hours on end. True, it was unlikely that anything would happen, but there was no way that Bruce was going to let the Hulk anywhere near that kind of potential danger. And that also took trains out of the equation. S.H.I.E.L.D., of course, was never an option.

That left hitching a ride, something that he was getting good at.

Looking up and around, Bruce came to a stop. This area felt familiar although he couldn't place exactly why. Something from his past, he thought, but a long way in his past. Maybe from his teenage years? Whatever it was, the reason eluded him. It'd come to him, he knew – probably at the most inopportune time.

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