Marvel: Multiversal Chat Group Admin

First-Person POV – Evelyn

It was 5:43 AM, and I hadn't slept.

Again.

I sat in the middle of an abandoned warehouse, my back resting against a rusted metal beam, feeling every ounce of exhaustion weigh me down.

My body ached—not the pleasant kind of soreness that came after a productive workout, but the deep, bone-deep fatigue that made every movement feel heavier.

Outside, the sky had shifted from pitch-black to deep blue, a sign that morning was creeping in.

Great. Another night wasted on paranoia, punches, and poor life choices.

I exhaled sharply, my grip tightening on the combat knife resting against my thigh.

This was my new reality.

Fighting. Training. Watching my back.

Because now? I had a bounty on my head.

And I had no idea when someone would try to collect.

I unlocked my burner phone, scrolling through the last message that changed everything.

📩 New Message from Unknown Number:

"Be careful. You've got a price on your head now."

A bounty.

I knew what that meant.

People who made a living out of hunting enhanced individuals were now actively searching for me.

And I wasn't strong enough to deal with them.

Yet.

Third-Person POV – Jason Cross

Jason Cross wasn't the kind of man who rushed his jobs.

That's how bounty hunters got themselves killed.

He sat in a black SUV, parked across the street from the old warehouse.

Watching. Waiting.

His target was inside.

A young woman, moving with the kind of discipline that didn't belong to an amateur.

She wasn't just some random girl.

Kane's intel had been right.

Jason checked his tranq rifle, loading a custom dart.

This wouldn't be a messy job. Kane wanted her alive.

Which meant Jason had to be quick.

First-Person POV – Evelyn

I exhaled, shaking out the tension in my hands before opening the Multiversal Chat.

[Multiverse Chat Group]

👾 Administrator (Me): Been training all night. Can't tell if I'm getting better or just more tired.

🕷️ Peter Parker: WAIT. You haven't slept?!

💀 I'm Not a Bad Slime: Okay, even I think that's a bit much.

⚔️ The Lone Wolf: You're pushing too hard. Rest is part of training.

👾 Administrator (Me): Can't afford to rest.

🕷️ Peter Parker: Evelyn. Sleep.

💀 I'm Not a Bad Slime: Yeah, you're literally running on fumes at this point.

⚔️ The Lone Wolf: Overworking yourself leads to sloppy movements. Sloppy movements lead to death.

👾 Administrator (Me): …Fine. One more hour.

🕷️ Peter Parker: THAT'S NOT REST!

I sighed, rubbing my tired eyes.

They weren't wrong.

My movements had gotten slower over the past hour. My reaction time lagged by just a fraction of a second.

And in a real fight?

That fraction could get me killed.

But I wasn't ready to stop.

Not yet.

I grabbed my combat knife, adjusting my grip, and focused.

Each movement was precise, every motion designed to flow into the next.

Knife strikes. Sidesteps. Counters.

This time, I wasn't trying to be fast—I was trying to be efficient.

Raiden had drilled one thing into me over the past few hours:

"Efficiency over flashiness. Keep your movements sharp. No wasted energy."

I exhaled and moved faster.

Third-Person POV – Jason Cross

Jason cursed under his breath.

She was faster than expected.

No hesitation, no confusion. She reacted instantly.

That meant he had one shot left.

He reached for his sidearm, moving swiftly—

Then she vanished.

First-Person POV – Evelyn

The moment the dart missed, I ran.

I didn't know who he was, but I knew one thing—he was a professional.

He didn't rush.

Didn't yell threats.

Didn't miss twice.

I sprinted toward the nearest fire escape, throwing myself up the metal ladder.

More darts whizzed past me, but I kept moving.

By the time I reached the rooftop, I turned just enough to see him.

Black tactical gear. Silent. Focused.

And aiming right at me.

Shit.

I dived just as another dart barely missed my head.

Third-Person POV – Claire Lawson

Claire had seen a lot of weird things over the past few years.

But nothing like this.

She had been walking home from an early shift when she saw Evelyn running for her life.

Then? A man in tactical gear chasing her.

Her neighbour—the girl who barely spoke to anyone—was dodging darts and climbing rooftops like a damn assassin.

What the hell is going on?

Claire ducked behind a parked car, her mind racing.

She needed to talk to Evelyn.

And soon.

First-Person POV – Evelyn

I was breathing hard, my back pressed against a rooftop wall.

The bounty hunter was still down there. Searching.

He's not going to stop.

I closed my eyes, thinking fast.

This wasn't just a random bounty.

Kane had put a professional on me.

That meant one thing:

I just became someone's priority target.

I took a deep breath, calming my nerves.

Then I pulled up my status screen and started planning my next move.

Because one thing was clear—

This wasn't over.

Not even close.