(General POV)
The sound of bones snapping echoed faintly through the alley—followed by muffled screams and low, guttural grunts. Shadows twisted violently at the corner of the narrow path, illuminated only by a flickering streetlight. A figure clad in red moved like a whisper, a blur of precision and rage. Tiny devil-like horns protruded from his mask. His every step was calculated. His fists unforgiving.
He was the bane of Wilson Fisk. The devil of Hell's Kitchen.
He was Daredevil.
Tonight, Fisk's men were running an illegal shipment—drugs and alien tech smuggled straight from a black-market port in Jersey. That was enough reason for him to intervene.
Now, as broken thugs lay groaning around him, Daredevil grabbed one by the collar, hoisting him against the graffiti-stained wall.
With a brutal punch to the gut, he growled through clenched teeth, "Where are the weapons Kingpin is receiving tonight?"
"I–I don't know, man," the thug wheezed, eyes wide with panic.
Wrong answer.
A punch to the gut.
Another to the jaw.
The thug let out a strangled groan, blood running from his mouth. "A-Alright, alright! I'll talk—just stop hitting me!"
"Then talk."
But neither of them noticed the faint blue glow on the wrist of a second thug, slumped nearby with a broken leg. His fingers trembled as he pressed a silent alert—alien tech, untraceable, designed for situations just like this.
And then Daredevil heard it.
Footsteps.
Not one. Not two. Many. Dozens.
From both ends of the alley, synchronized steps began to echo closer and closer. The rhythm was unmistakable—trained enforcers, surrounding him. Trapping him.
He looked up, listening closely.
Twenty men. Ten on each side. Armed. Heavy gear.
The air grew colder.
The injured thug, still dangling from Daredevil's grip, let out a weak laugh. "Heh… You're dead, Devil. This is why you don't mess with Kingpin."
Daredevil didn't reply. He simply turned, and with a sharp crack, smacked the thug's head against the wall—knocking him out cold.
Then, he dropped the limp body and exhaled slowly.
His body tensed. Muscles coiled. Pain didn't scare him. Neither did odds. He'd faced worse. But this... this would hurt.
He dropped into a stance, breathing steady. Ready to give more than he took.
And then—
A voice.
Dark. Cold. A whisper from above, carried on the wind like a warning.
"Looks like you could use a hand."
Daredevil's eyes narrowed behind the mask.
He didn't hear that man approach. Didn't sense a heartbeat. Didn't catch a breath or a step—nothing. That never happened. Ever.
His head tilted slightly, instinct on high alert. He looked up.
Perched silently on the rooftop above was a dark figure. Lean, armored, motionless—like a shadow given shape. The light from a flickering neon sign below danced across his combat gear. His visor glowed faintly.
Daredevil couldn't place him. Not by sound. Not by rhythm. Not by scent or voice.
This man was completely new.
The figure tilted his head, then chuckled under his breath, the voice shifting into something lighter. Still unreadable. Almost… playful.
"Man, I've said that twice today."
And with that, he dropped from the rooftop like a hawk descending on prey.
Zayne landed hard—knees bent, one hand to the concrete, the other gripping the Quantum Defender set to stun. His sleek black combat gear hugged his frame perfectly, made of adaptive polymer-fabric that blended style with stealth. His mask, obsidian-black with subtle tech highlights, gave off no glow. Just shadows. His aura was clean and quiet, like a ghost trained to dismantle chaos.
The thugs froze, confused for a split second. That's all he needed.
Zayne exploded into motion.
The first man rushed at him with a crowbar—stupid move. Zayne sidestepped effortlessly and slammed a rising knee into the thug's stomach. The man wheezed and bent forward—
"Goodnight."
A swift elbow to the back of the neck dropped him, cold.
One down.
Three more charged him. One had a glowing alien rifle—didn't matter. Zayne flipped forward, disarming the first with a spinning kick to the wrist, catching the weapon mid-air. He smashed the butt of the rifle into the man's jaw before tossing it aside and sweeping the legs of thug number two.
As the third thug tried to retreat—
ZAP!
The Quantum Defender hummed in stun mode.
The blue bolt caught the thug in the chest, launching him backward into a dumpster with a loud CLANG.
"Perfectly served."
His tone was amused. Smooth. Like he was enjoying it.
Meanwhile, Daredevil had already joined the fray, fending off attackers at the other end of the alley. The two warriors worked in silent sync—Daredevil using brutal strikes and acrobatics, Zayne using sharp technique and his weapon with expert precision.
One thug came running from behind screaming.
"Who the fuck are you?
Bad idea.
Zayne turned, ducked low, and with a quick jab to the ribs and a roundhouse to the temple, sent the man flying.
"I'm vengeance."
He said it dryly, mocking the drama, before turning back to the action.
Another brute charged him with a plasma baton. Zayne slid under the first swing, came up behind him, and cracked him in the spine with the back of his weapon. The stun charge sent a jolt through the man's body as he twitched and collapsed face-first.
The last four thugs backed away, nervous.
Zayne walked forward slowly, spinning the Quantum Defender around his finger before pointing it casually at the ground.
"Alright boys," he said with a smirk beneath the mask, "You wanna talk… or nap?"
They charged anyway.
He sighed. "Nap it is."
CRACK. ZAP. THUD. SMASH.
It was a blur of shadows, limbs, and light. A ballet of precise violence. By the end, all four lay groaning or unconscious on the pavement. Smoke curled from a dumpster. The alley smelled of sweat, ozone, and defeat.
Zayne turned slightly, nodding once to Daredevil.
"Not bad, right?" he said casually, holstering his weapon.
Daredevil didn't reply at first. He was listening—processing.
"…Who are you?"
Zayne just smiled behind the mask.
"Omni-ranger."
Then, without waiting for a reply, he vanished into the night—just as silently as he came.
"What the fuck!, a ranger vigilante?" Daredevil muttered under his breath
"I'll think about it later, I have other things to worry about"
He then ran off to the docking location.
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Zayne got home quickly, vaulting through the shadows like a trained predator, and made sure no one had trailed him. His boots made no sound against the polished floor of his building, which gave him a surprisingly familiar feeling of home in this new world. The city outside still buzzed with noise, but inside, it was silent and quite peaceful. He checked around for any tampering; he could never be too cautious in a world of control freaks. Some minutes after searching, he calmed down
He peeled off his combat gear, the lightweight fabric peeling from his skin with the ease of routine. It disappeared into his inventory. It was easy and efficient
Before anything else, he activated the interface with a single command.
"Grid, show me my achievements and the number of points I made."
[Noted. Calculating... Displaying results.]
[Mini-Achievement Unlocked: Street Sweeper – Eliminate 20+ Criminals in One Night]
[Reward: 1 Rare Chest | 500 Bonus Points]
[Medium-Achievement Unlocked: Ranger or Vigilante – Make yourself known as a vigilante to at least a significant character]
[Reward: 1 Epic Chest | 1000 Bonus Points]
Zayne raised a brow, walking over to his mini bar (Which surprisingly doesn't have alcohol but only Fruit wine), pouring himself a glass of cold mineral water, and taking a sip. The citrus scent of his home-cleaning diffuser lingered in the air, a small but satisfying reminder of order.
"Uhn. Grid, if I just got this achievement now, why didn't it trigger when I helped the rangers earlier today?" Zayne asked, his voice calm but clearly curious.
[Master was given a notification but dismissed it due to adrenaline during the fight. Would you like me to replay the missed data?]
Zayne narrowed his eyes slightly, squinting like he was forcing his memory to catch up. "Oh... is that so? Alright, show me the notifications I missed."
[Replaying previously dismissed notifications...]
[Mini-Achievement Unlocked: Noob Ranger – Begin your debut as a Ranger]
[Reward: 1 Uncommon Chest | 100 Bonus Points]
[Medium-Achievement Unlocked: Overwhelming Strength – Defeat at least a single general on your own]
[Reward: 1 Rare Chest | 1000 Bonus Points]
Zayne whistled softly as he took another sip. "That's quite a nice haul. I'll have to be more mindful to check my achievements when I'm done with battles."
He leaned back into the chair, muscles relaxing slightly. His mind, though, never stopped working. "So all in all, I have 4600 points. I'll save them up. Maybe buy something more advanced later, maybe even a new ranger form. And I have one Epic chest, two Rare chests, and one Uncommon chest."
He stood up, stretching briefly, a light crack coming from his shoulder.
"Grid, open them all," he commanded, his tone shifting from calm to faintly excited. Zayne wasn't one for dramatics, but even he couldn't help the rush of dopamine that came from reaping hard-earned rewards.
[Opening chests... Processing...]
[2 Rare Chests Opened: Master has received Alpha 5 (Upgraded) and Morphin Grid Enhancers]
[1 Epic Chest Opened: Master has received White Tiger Megazord]
[1 Uncommon Chest Opened: Master has received 5x Heart Herb]
Zayne blinked once. Then his eyes widened.
"YES!" he burst out, actually allowing a grin to stretch across his face for the first time all day. "This is wonderful. A robotic assistant, another Megazord, and I even got some Heart Herbs. Life's about to get easier."
He stood and paced slowly toward the glass window overlooking the city skyline, still sipping his water. Lights shimmered, cars moved like blood through veins, and in the distance, he could see the faint blink of a police chopper.
His mind ran the numbers.
The White Tiger Megazord gave him a power advantage in high-tier battles. The Morphin Grid Enhancers likely boosted morphing efficiency or recovery rate. Alpha 5 could provide maintenance, logistical assistance, data analysis, and tactical support.
And the Heart Herbs? A direct reference to Marvel's Wakandan lore. Strength enhancement. Reflexes. Durability.
Stack that with the Super Soldier Serum he took earlier... and he was quickly becoming a human weapon.
Perfect.
With a deep exhale, he walked away from the window and began his night routine—something he never skipped.
He brushed his teeth with surgical precision, then flossed. Twice. He took another shower, this one cold, to regulate his body and drop his internal temperature for better sleep. Then he made sure the entire house was spotless, every item in its designated place. He even disinfected his tech console (His old laptop) and wiped his boots clean.
It was obsessive to some, but to him, it was structure.
Finally, he laid out a thin mat in the center of his training room. Cross-legged, he shut his eyes and began meditating.
Slow breathing. Four seconds in, four seconds hold, four seconds out.
His mind replayed the events of the day. From waking up in a world not his own, to fighting with Rangers, taking out street-level criminals, and acquiring another Megazord all in the span of twenty-four hours.
He compartmentalized everything. Victory. Weakness. Gaps in his response time. Tactical errors. Opportunities he could've taken but didn't.
He was adapting in real time.
After thirty minutes, he stood up slowly, spraying his room with a calming air mist—lavender and spearmint. A clean, subtle scent that helped regulate his sleep cycle.
Zayne walked toward his bedroom and collapsed onto the perfectly made bed.
No alarms. No music. Just the soft hum of the city in the distance and the quiet breathing of a man who knew tomorrow would bring more battles.
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Next time on Power Rangers x Marvel
Scene 1:
"Good," Mesogog replied, tapping his claws together in amusement. "Let the humans tremble at the sight of what true evolution looks like. Dinosaurs shall reign once more."
Scene 2:
"I should go to visit Udonna first to clear up this issue. I have to make a trip to Angel Grove then." He muttered to himself
WANT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NEXT? FIND OUT IN THE NEXT CHAPTER.
GO GO POWER RANGERS!!!