American Comics: Multiverse of Madness

183. Bullseye’s Log – Part Two.

Bullseye's Log—

The assassins sent by the Skull are closing in. While those weaklings can't really harm me, they are seriously disrupting my tracking.

The Red Skull knows that these weaklings can't possibly hurt me. He must have his reasons for sacrificing these extermination squads. I knew this day would come, but his actions still give me some pause.

Kraven's offspring managed to injure me. I admit my body isn't what it used to be. This shouldn't have happened, but they still got me, and the neurotoxin they used is draining my strength. I can't give up yet—I haven't caught up to my prey.

In the past, I might have gone to Hydra's researchers to treat these wounds and toxins, but those days are long gone. Now, I'm the Red Skull's thorn, and his rabid dogs won't let up. The worst part is, there's a tracker in my head. This must be the reason the Skull's lackeys keep hounding me. I need to find another way to deal with this ticking time bomb. Fortunately, I know an old friend who might be able to "help" me.

Claire Temple.

She runs a clinic in Electronics City, treating mercenaries and criminals, earning her a reputation as a "saint." Her shop is one of the few safe houses around—nobody messes with her.

On the wasteland, Claire might be praised as a great doctor by countless mercenaries, but she has other identities. I remember her from the good old days when she was known as the "Night Nurse."

Years ago, I dealt with her in Hell's Kitchen. She used to help Luke Cage, Iron Fist, and Daredevil without asking for anything in return, patching them up so they could fight me again the next day. Those were good times. She won't like me—good. I don't trust her either.

But she's the only one who can help me now. In my line of work, you don't mess with doctors for no reason because you never know when you might need their help. It didn't take much to convince Claire to treat my wounds and the neurotoxin. Her skills are top-notch—I'm not sure even I could have stitched myself up better.

And the funniest part? She's worried I'll go after Hawkeye. Of course, if it were the old me, I'd probably go after Barton for a final showdown. But now, there's a better choice waiting for me. This also brought some good news—Barton isn't hiding. His actions are out in the open, and I bet his files are already on the Red Skull's desk.

This means that, for a while, Barton will take some of the heat off me from the Red Skull. I don't care about Barton's grudge with the Thunderbolts, nor do I care about the conflict between the Red Skull and Baron Zemo. None of that concerns me.

The downside? Claire isn't skilled in dealing with Deadlok chips or mechanical brain resets. To solve this problem, I might have to put in quite a bit of effort. I'm starting to regret turning myself into a Death Soldier, but it's too late now. Let's consider this the prelude to a grand finale.

As I got closer to my target, I encountered Taskmaster. I remember this loser should have retired years ago—his joints are too stiff for him to move like he used to. Taskmaster can't mimic others anymore. That's a joke I'll never get tired of!

Taskmaster could never kill me—Red Skull knows that. So, he must have another trick up his sleeve. And that's what I'm most eager to see—they'll deliver my target right into my hands.

Winter Soldier, Bucky Barnes.

Captain America's best friend, and Red Skull's most obedient dog.

After the Old World War, Hydra's X-Factor program retrieved him and refroze him. I haven't heard anything about him in a long time. It seems the Skull is going all in for me this time. Given my current condition, facing a peak-condition super-soldier isn't the smartest move.

If Bucky still had control of his mind, I'd be interested in a duel with him. But sadly, after another round of upgrades and a new Deadlok implant, Bucky no longer controls his body. Now, it's just a bunch of trash behind computers pulling his strings. Taking down the Winter Soldier didn't take much effort.

Alright, I have to admit, the guy was tough, but fortunately, I have plenty of handy tools. The key was that I got to choose the battleground. And I was destined not to fail. I had those losers controlling Bucky help me get rid of the Deadlok. Now, I've truly disappeared into the shadows.

With Barton making waves out there, the Red Skull's eyes won't be on me for a while. I can finally move forward with my plans. I hope those kids haven't been exposed. Finding them again won't be easy, but I'm patient.

They're moving very carefully—I have to commend their planning. If I hadn't dealt with them before, I wouldn't believe such a powerful group of heroes could operate right under the Red Skull's nose with such secrecy.

Another dead-end. Where have they gone?

I'm starting to wonder if my head's really messed up. Hulk's gang versus the Ghost Rider gang. Clearly, those idiot cops have no idea what they're up against. I'm glad—I finally got another lead on those young heroes. If the Red Skull hadn't messed things up, I might have already—

This time, I won't let them slip away!

Count Nefaria, another "old friend."

The Nefaria Mafia wouldn't let me see the Count's body, but that's not really an obstacle for me. Tracking heroes is always a rough road, isn't it? I don't mind cutting through the noise. Nefaria's energy was completely drained, just like the beast.

Now, I should really figure out what these heroes' plans are. They're clearly not just out for revenge against the old villains—they have a deeper goal.

The Watcher's Eye, the immense energy drawn from these people—

Their scheme must be monumental. The closest I can guess is that they're trying to harness enough power to reset the entire wasteland world, but maybe it's even more than that. I'm getting more excited!

But now, I'd better catch up to those people.

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