MARVEL : Starts From Zombie universe

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The red SUV's engine roared through the streets as it sped along, spiderwebs streaked across its hood, drawing the gazes of passersby.

Finally, the SUV slowed and stopped in front of a car repair shop. The door opened, and two expressionless figures stepped out.

"I've heard that engine roar about eight hundred times, Clint, you..." Clint's sharp-eyed ex-wife, Tonya, wearing work clothes and holding a rag to wipe the engine oil from her hands, walked out of the garage.

As she approached, she noticed that the people exiting the familiar SUV weren't the ones she was expecting.

With Clint's farewell look before he left and the serious expressions on the faces of the two in front of her, she quickly pieced together what had happened.

"No!"

Tonya screamed in despair, her vision blurring, and the surrounding landscape distorted in her mind.

Ultron 8, hearing Tonya's cry, reacted immediately, rushing out of the garage to hold her tightly with both arms to keep her from hurting herself.

"Tonya, are you okay?" Ultron 8 asked, concern evident in his electronic voice.

Although all his scanning devices indicated the woman was not in danger, the human-empathy module encouraged him to ask anyway.

Tonya's mind was foggy, but she could feel someone calling her name. Slowly, she opened her eyes and saw a mechanical face in her blurry vision. She gasped between tears, saying, "Why was he so foolish? He's too old for revenge. Now he's dead. No body, nothing..."

She choked up, unable to control her emotions anymore, and began sobbing uncontrollably, "Woooooo."

"Tonya," Ultron said, his electronic expression softening with sympathy, "Clint was just following his beliefs."

Although Clint was technically her ex-husband, it wasn't like they hated each other. Over the past few years, Ultron had seen Ashley, their daughter, cause all sorts of trouble—getting into fights or setting things on fire. Ultron often found himself helping fix those issues, spending money or calling in favors to clean up after her.

Eventually, Clint and Ultron became good friends, despite the situation. And now Clint was gone.

"What's going on?"

Frank appeared at the scene, carrying a large bag, looking confused at the sight of the two crying people in the garage.

Adrian rolled his eyes, walked up to Tonya and Ultron, and said, "Clint isn't dead."

Before either of them could react, Adrian slapped a wad of cash and car keys onto the counter. "He won't be back for a couple of days. Check the car for us and fill it up with gas."

The two stopped crying and stared at Adrian in shock. Tonya stood up, took the money and keys, wiped her eyes, and asked skeptically, "Are you sure he's okay?"

It wasn't surprising she was so worried; Clint valued his spider-themed car more than he spent time with his daughter.

This was the first time she'd seen them apart, and she was really on edge.

"Hmm."

Adrian mumbled, then walked toward the hotel across the street. He glanced up at the window of the third room on the second floor.

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept through, causing his clothes to flutter. Glancing down, Adrian noticed a small piece of paper at his feet.

He opened the note, and it contained only two short words: "I'm here."

He smiled, then pushed open the door and headed into the hotel with Frank, ignoring the woman at the reception desk who was engrossed in her newspaper.

The two made their way past the reception and up the stairs.

Adrian stopped in front of the third door on the second floor. Instead of knocking, he simply turned the handle, and the door clicked open.

Inside, a silver-haired man leaned against the wall, turning a Rubik's cube in his hands. The cube blurred as it spun, almost invisible.

The man looked up, smiled at the two standing in the doorway, and then began to complain.

"Do you know how far that place is? 'Himalayas'? Really? And that Chastity Monastery Wall. My God."

Pietro's complaints were automatically filtered out by Adrian. Instead, Adrian turned to the elderly man sitting on the bed, dressed in a brown robe with his back to the door.

"Stickman?" Adrian asked hesitantly.

The old man slowly turned around, revealing a pair of red-tinted, blind glasses. He smiled gently and said, "You don't need to be so formal, Adrian. Just call me Matt."

The smile made the wrinkles on his face more pronounced, but the warmth and kindness in it were unmistakable.

This was Matt Murdock, the lawyer from Hell's Kitchen, who had narrowly escaped death forty-three years ago during Hero's Fall, and again thirty-nine years ago from Bullseye.

Of course, more people knew him by another name—Daredevil.

"I've already spoken with Quicksilver," Matt said, his smile fading. "He told me about how you escaped from another universe and your plans to bring order to this one. So, I need to know."

Matt pushed his glasses down slightly, and his clouded eyes locked onto Adrian's. "Are you here to save my world, or are you just using it as a stepping stone to the next one?"

Hearing this, Adrian raised his eyebrows. The words weren't exactly unexpected, but coming from Matt, they weren't surprising either.

Yes, "Stickman" indeed—no longer Daredevil.

Even though Matt still wore his old Daredevil uniform beneath his robe, his hero days were behind him. He had gradually faded into a more monk-like existence.

Despite Hawkeye's attempts to bring Daredevil back in the original story, Stickman had only taught him to listen and let go, hoping Clint would learn to give up his own vendetta.

But had Matt truly given up?

If he really wanted to leave it all behind, why was he still wearing the Daredevil emblem?

Matt had come to understand that even killing the bad guys wouldn't save the world when those doing the killing were already halfway into the grave themselves.

Adrian thought for a moment, tapping his chin. But no—Matt wasn't here to teach them to let go. If that were the case, he could have stayed in the monastery.

What Matt needed was proof that Adrian and his group had the power and will to change the world.

After pondering for a while, Adrian glanced at Pietro, then approached the silver-haired man. He met Matt's sightless gaze and said:

"Do you remember Magneto?"