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Luke Cage + Thor = One Hell of a Bad Day for Translucent
Alleyway – Night
Butcher's smirk didn't fade. He was watching me like a wolf sizing up another predator. He thought I was some regular guy, pissed off at supes, maybe looking for revenge.
If only he knew.
He flicked his cigarette away. The ember hit the ground, rolling toward my boot. "Alright, mate. Let's test that conviction."
He moved again—fast, direct, aiming for my throat this time. But this time, I didn't just dodge.
I caught his wrist.
And I squeezed.
His smirk twitched for a fraction of a second before he yanked back—only to realize he wasn't moving.
I wasn't even trying, and yet his arm wasn't budging. His wrist was locked in my grip like a steel vice.
His eyes flicked up to mine. Confusion. Suspicion. The first cracks in his cocky confidence.
"The hell…?" he muttered.
I let go. He stumbled back, rolling his wrist like it had gone numb.
"Alright," he said slowly, eyes narrowing. "You wanna tell me what that was?"
I tilted my head. "What do you think?"
He stayed quiet for a second. Then, without warning, he threw another punch. A full-force right hook aimed at my jaw.
This time, I didn't dodge.
His fist connected— **CRACK.**
Not my jaw. His hand.
Butcher staggered back, shaking his knuckles like he'd just punched a brick wall. "Motherf—"
I exhaled, rolling my shoulders. Even holding back, I could feel the power humming beneath my skin. Strength. Durability. I had **Thor's** powers right now. Maybe more.
Butcher wiped his lip, muttering something under his breath before looking back up at me. His eyes weren't just cautious now. They were calculating.
"So," he said, "you're not just some bloke with a grudge. You're a supe."
"Not exactly."
He scoffed. "Right. And I'm the bloody Queen of England."
I crossed my arms. "You're hunting supes, right?"
He rolled his shoulders. "Something like that."
"Then maybe I can help."
Butcher narrowed his eyes. "And why the hell would *you* wanna take down your own kind?"
I smirked. "Like I said… I'm not one of them."
Silence. The only sounds were the distant traffic and the hum of a flickering streetlamp.
Then Butcher grinned. "Alright, mate. You've got my attention."
He turned and started walking out of the alley.
"Come on, then. Let's see what you can do."
I followed.
Tonight just got interesting. .
Warehouse – Night
Butcher leaned against the table, studying me. The dim lighting cast deep shadows over his face, making it hard to tell if he was amused or suspicious.
"You're not much of a talker, are ya?" he finally said.
I shrugged. "Don't need to be."
Butcher chuckled, taking another sip of his beer. "Fair enough. But if you're serious about this whole 'I hate supes' business, then you're in luck. I've got a bloke who might need some… encouragement."
I raised an eyebrow.
He smirked. "Name's Hughie. Kid's got a grudge against A-Train. And tonight, we're gonna help him grow a pair."
The same night, Butcher went alone because Hughie called him. Slightly off the plot. As Hughie in the series calls Butcher while he exits the store, but whatever.
I watched from the back of the store as Butcher worked his magic. Hughie was behind the counter, still looking like a deer caught in headlights. The kid was broken—grief clinging to him like a shadow.
"You ever heard of a smoke bomb?" Butcher asked casually, sliding a small device onto the counter.
Hughie stared at it, then at Butcher. "What is this?"
"A bug," Butcher said. "We plant it in Seven Tower, and we listen. Simple."
Hughie swallowed hard. "You want me to go inside *Vought* and—"
"Yeah, sunshine. That's the idea."
I stayed in the background, out of sight, listening. Butcher didn't mention me. Smart. He was testing Hughie first. Seeing if the kid had enough anger in him to go through with it.
And sure enough, after some hesitation—Hughie took the bug.
Butcher grinned. "That's the spirit, lad."
I watched as he walked out, leaving Hughie standing there, gripping the tiny device like it weighed a thousand pounds.
He had no idea what he'd just started.
Warehouse- the next day
Butcher and I sat alone, watching a laptop screen. A live feed from the bug Hughie had planted in Seven Tower played in front of us.
"Not bad for a rookie," I muttered.
Butcher smirked. "Told ya the kid had it in him."
Then, a noise.
A flicker of movement on the screen.
And then—static.
I frowned. "That's not good."
The door behind us suddenly slammed open.
I turned just in time to see Translucent materialize, swinging a fist straight at Butcher's jaw.
I barely moved as Butcher dodged, stumbling back. The invisible supe was fast, his footsteps barely making a sound.
He went for Butcher again—but this time, I was ready.
I grabbed his arm.
And for the first time, Translucent stopped.
"…What the hell?"
I tightened my grip. He struggled, his skin flickering in and out of visibility as he tried to break free. But I wasn't just strong. I had Thor's strength along with something I got this morning.
"Luke Cage's Strength"
For those who don't know. Luke Cage is a strong meta human in Marvel universe with a near to indestructible skin.
"You made a mistake coming here," I said.
Then I threw him.
Translucent slammed into a metal shelf, knocking it over with a loud CRASH. He groaned, flickering in and out of sight.
Butcher grinned, wiping his lip. "Well, well. Looks like sunshine here's got a few tricks up his sleeve."
Translucent staggered up. "What the fuck are you?"
I cracked my knuckles. "Guess you'll find out."
I hit the back of his head strong enough to knock him out. If I hadn't controlled my strength, the blow might have directly killed him. And I don't want to change much of the plot than it already has. Translucent was supposed to follow Hughie here, but somehow he came quite early. Suspicious and plot twisting enough.