Infinite Evolution: Daniel Park in Marvel

Four new chapters for Infinite Evolution:Daniel Park in Marvel & Reincarnated as Ghostface in My Hero Academia. And four new chapters tomorrow for my fanfic Jigsaw in dc comics

Daniel hadn't expected Maria Hill to be so… calculated. She wasn't like Fury—there was no warmth, no pretense of camaraderie. It was as if she didn't need to convince you of anything; she just told you what the score was and moved on.

As he watched her silhouette disappear into the shadows of the Ritz rooftop, the wind still whipping around him, Daniel realized that this was no longer about evolution—it was about survival. Hill's words echoed in his mind: *You're in the middle of it now.*

But what *it* was, he still didn't know. All he had were fragmented pieces of a much larger puzzle, and no one was handing him the answers.

He could feel the weight of it all bearing down on him as he stood alone in the dark, the city's lights shimmering far below. *Survive the storm*, she'd said.

Survival was one thing. But understanding who or *what* the storm was—and why it was gathering—was another.

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Back in Tony Stark's lab, Daniel barely had time to settle into his thoughts before the man himself appeared at the door, his trademark smirk in place.

"Everything go according to plan?" Tony asked, tossing a small wrench in the air and catching it in one smooth motion.

Daniel didn't bother pretending he wasn't annoyed. "Hill's a mystery wrapped in a riddle. She's got the whole world at her fingertips, but she's playing some kind of game that doesn't add up. I need more answers."

Tony leaned against the doorframe, his eyes narrowing. "Yeah, well, Hill's not exactly the type to hand out answers. If you're looking for intel, you might have to get your hands dirty. The people we're dealing with aren't just power players—they're shadow players. And their reach goes far beyond what you're probably even aware of."

"You think I don't know that?" Daniel snapped, more sharply than he intended. He rubbed his temples, trying to regain composure. "I'm not a kid, Stark. I'm not stumbling into this world blind. But Hill's part of a bigger picture, and she won't give up her secrets that easily. So I need to find another way in."

Tony took a step forward, leaning in slightly, his voice low. "If you want my advice—and I'm not sure you do—don't just go after the obvious people. You'll never figure out what's really happening if you only look at the people in power. Look at the people who don't have power… and then ask yourself why."

Daniel's gaze flicked to Tony, trying to decipher what he meant, but Tony just gave a shrug and moved back toward his workstation, where a new set of schematics was glowing on the screen.

"I'll think about it," Daniel muttered, more to himself than to Tony. His mind was already running through the possibilities, his instincts sharpening. If Hill wouldn't play ball, maybe someone else would.

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The next day, Daniel found himself heading to an old, rundown warehouse in Brooklyn, the type of place that looked abandoned but somehow wasn't. The building had an aura of secrecy about it, the kind that clung to every brick, every broken window. He didn't have much intel on it, but Stark's advice had been clear: *Look at the people who don't have power*.

And if anyone knew how to operate in the shadows, it was someone like him.

He stepped inside, the smell of dust and oil heavy in the air. A few figures were milling around—some familiar, others unfamiliar. But they all had one thing in common: they were the kind of people who knew how to make things happen when the world didn't want to cooperate.

He spotted his contact almost immediately. A woman, mid-30s, with sharp features and the kind of no-nonsense attitude that suggested she had survived things most people couldn't even fathom. She stood near a table piled with maps and blueprints, talking quietly to a man in a faded leather jacket.

Daniel approached, his footsteps muffled by the dusty floor. The woman looked up at him, her eyes instantly assessing.

"You Park?" she asked, her voice gravelly, yet oddly familiar.

"That's me," Daniel replied, his tone guarded. "You the one who knows things?"

She didn't smile, but the hint of amusement flickered in her eyes. "Depends on what you mean by *things*."

"Things that people don't want me to know," Daniel said, stepping closer. "Things that might give me an edge. I need to know who's pulling the strings. Who's behind the curtain."

The woman studied him for a moment, then motioned for him to follow. She led him to a quieter corner of the warehouse, where she pulled up a series of holographic screens on a nearby terminal.

"I've been keeping tabs on some players," she said, tapping a few keys. "The real players. People like Hill, like Fury, like Pym—they're just fronts. The ones pulling the strings are deeper, hidden. You've been targeted because you're different. Because you're an anomaly. But you're not the only one. They've been creating *you*, Park. You're part of a much larger experiment."

Daniel's heart skipped a beat, his instincts flaring. "What do you mean—'creating' me'?"

She looked up at him, her gaze intense. "You're not the first one. And you won't be the last. They're evolving people, testing their limits. It's not just about powers—it's about control. They need to know how far they can push things before the system breaks."

Daniel felt a chill run down his spine. "Who's doing this?"

Her lips curled into a knowing smile. "That's the million-dollar question, isn't it? But here's the thing, Park—whoever it is, they're watching you. And they won't stop until they've figured out what you are."

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Back in his apartment later that night, Daniel sat in silence, the city lights flickering in the distance. His mind raced with the revelations from the warehouse. *Not the first one. Not the last one*. This was bigger than him—bigger than anything he'd ever imagined.

And somewhere, in the shadows, the puppet masters were pulling the strings. He didn't know who they were yet, but he knew one thing for certain: they would stop at nothing to control this world. And he had no intention of letting them win.

The next move was his. And this time, he wouldn't be making it alone.

**To be continued in Chapter 9.**