the shadow Archer in Marvel

With that done, I teleported back to my apartment, exhaustion settling into my bones. Tonight had been one of the biggest battles I had faced since arriving in this world. The city would be talking about it for weeks—speculating, analyzing, and trying to figure out who the mysterious archer was that fought alongside the Hulk.

I tossed my gear to the side, my bow dissolving as I crashed onto my bed. My body ached, not from wounds, but from the sheer exertion of the fight. Even though I hadn't gone all out, keeping Abomination distracted while ensuring no civilians got hurt had taken its toll.

The city was safe—for now.

I exhaled slowly. Tomorrow, the news would be all over this. There would be blurry photos, wild theories, and probably more attention than I wanted. General Ross had seen me. He wouldn't forget.

But that was a problem for another day.

For now, I closed my eyes and let sleep take me.

Nick Fury's POV

What happened last night was a goddamn disaster.

Hulk and Abomination tore through Harlem like wild animals, leveling buildings, flipping cars, causing absolute chaos. And just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, some mysterious archer shows up, wielding strange powers, moving like a ghost, and helping the Hulk.

I stood in front of a massive screen in the S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier's briefing room, arms crossed as I watched the grainy footage from last night.

"Who the hell is he?" I asked, my voice sharp.

Agent Hill flipped through files on her tablet. "No ID yet. No confirmed alias. Some eyewitnesses are calling him the 'Umbra Archer'—something about the way he moved, his dark aesthetic. He seems to have some form of energy-based weaponry, likely enhanced tech. He also—"

She swiped to another screen, zooming in on a moment from the battle. The archer blurred into motion, his form distorting into something darker, almost as if the shadows themselves shifted around him.

"—he's not just any vigilante. Whatever he's using, it's beyond standard human capabilities."

I frowned. "And what about Abomination?"

Hill sighed. "Gone. Vanished. The military lost track of him right after the fight. General Ross is fuming, but we have no leads."

I clenched my jaw. Someone had teleported a goddamn monster out of the city, and the only person present capable of that was this archer. That made him either a serious threat or a wildcard I needed to keep an eye on.

"Dig deeper," I ordered. "I want everything—where he came from, what he's done before last night, and what the hell his powers are."

I turned away from the screen, mind already working through possible scenarios.

New York had enough problems with the costumed crazies running around. The last thing I needed was another unknown element tipping the scales. But if this Umbra Archer was strong enough to go toe-to-toe with Abomination, I needed to know whether he was a problem…

Or a potential asset.

Bruce Banner's POV

I don't remember everything from last night. Just glimpses. Flashes of destruction. The raw, uncontrollable rage of the Hulk.

I know I jumped from the helicopter. That part is clear. I made the choice—I had to. Harlem would've been leveled if I didn't. I remember hitting the pavement, the feeling of my body giving in to the transformation. Then… chaos.

And him.

A shadow in the madness.

I don't know who he was, but I remember seeing him—an archer, covered in darkness, moving through the battlefield like he belonged there. He didn't hesitate, didn't flinch. He fought without fear, his arrows striking true, each shot carefully placed to aid me, to keep people safe.

I don't think he ever spoke. Not to me. Not to Hulk. But his actions spoke louder than words.

He saved Betty.

That's what lingers the most in my fractured memories. I saw her, in danger, and I saw him—stepping in, keeping her safe while Hulk was too weak and busy with abomination to do it himself. For that, I'm grateful.

Whoever he was, he wasn't just another bystander caught in the crossfire. He was prepared. He knew what was coming. And now, he's out there somewhere, a ghost in the shadows.

Maybe S.H.I.E.L.D. will find him. Maybe they won't.

But I have a feeling this won't be the last time our paths cross.

Zane's POV

The morning news was exactly what I expected—chaos.

Every channel, every online article, every radio broadcast was covering last night's battle.

"Harlem in Ruins After Monster Battle!"

"Who is the Mysterious Archer That Fought Alongside the Hulk?"

"General Ross Refuses to Comment on the Missing Creature!"

I sat on my couch, sipping coffee as I watched the coverage. The footage was shaky, taken from bystanders and news helicopters. It showed Hulk and Abomination tearing through the city, the destruction they left behind. Then, there were blurry images of me—dark clothes, hood up, moving through the fight, arrows flying.

They didn't get a clear view, but it was enough to stir speculation.

Some called me a hero. Others called me a vigilante, a potential threat. A few theories even suggested I was some new kind of super-soldier experiment gone rogue.

I smirked. Let them wonder.

I had bigger things to focus on.

Abomination was under my control now, a shadow in my ranks. That kind of power needed careful planning. He couldn't be used recklessly—he was too monstrous, too destructive. But he was mine now.

And now that I had the means, it was time to move forward.

First, a new apartment—one close to Stark Tower. With the way things were unfolding, I needed to be near the action, to keep an eye on the future. I had investments in key companies, but that wasn't enough. If I wanted to survive in this world, if I wanted to thrive, I needed more than just power. I needed information. Connections. A foothold in the world's future.

Because last night proved something I already knew—things were only going to get crazier from here.

I pulled out my phone and started searching.