MARVEL/DC: DOCTOR IN THE MULTIVERSE

"Then let's try a different approach."

Kingpin turned away from the window slowly.

The evening skyline of Manhattan reflected faintly across the polished surface of his desk as he walked behind it and sat down.

A thick folder already waited there.

Wesley had prepared it in advance.

Fisk opened it calmly.

"How is Councilman Coleman's medical-regulation proposal progressing through the city council?"

James Wesley immediately understood the implication behind the question.

"The draft already passed preliminary review," Wesley replied.

"The core clause requires all private medical institutions handling enhanced individuals or superhuman-related treatment to obtain federal-level certification before continuing operations."

"The certification standards?"

"A government-appointed evaluation committee."

Wesley adjusted his glasses slightly.

"Coleman already arranged the candidate list. We can control three of the five seats."

Fisk nodded once.

"Accelerate the process."

He flipped through another section of the file.

Old legal records.

Arrest reports.

Medical documentation.

"At the same time, instruct the legal division to challenge Lynn's qualifications directly."

"Medical licensing."

"Clinic safety standards."

"Procedural violations."

His thick finger stopped on one particular page.

"Leo's arrest file contains useful material."

"Lynn worked as Leo's assistant during that period."

"His name appears inside the casualty documentation connected to the Snake Eyes incident."

"Organize everything."

"Submit it through official channels."

"Make it look legitimate."

Wesley wrote the instructions down rapidly.

Then paused.

"There's one issue."

Fisk looked up.

"What if Lynn receives support from S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

"S.H.I.E.L.D. does not control municipal medical regulation in New York City."

Fisk's tone remained completely steady.

"That authority belongs to the city."

"Even Nick Fury must consider political consequences before interfering publicly in local administrative matters."

Wesley considered it for a few seconds.

Logically—

The conclusion held.

"One more thing," Fisk said while closing the folder.

"Tell Coleman to raise the proposal publicly during next week's council session."

"I want media attention."

"A large amount."

Wesley frowned slightly.

"If media pressure intensifies…"

"How do you expect Lynn to react?"

Fisk's massive hands folded together atop the desk.

"How much scrutiny can a small clinic run by a former dropout survive under public attention?"

Wesley did not continue the discussion.

Instead, he closed the notebook and turned toward the office exit.

"Wesley."

He stopped immediately.

"Yes?"

"Don't fail this time."

"…Understood."

Wesley opened the office door and left.

…

Three days later—

A registered envelope arrived at Miracle Clinic.

Lynn opened it at the reception desk.

Inside—

Two documents.

The first came from the New York City Department of Health.

The second—

A civil court summons.

The Department of Health notice demanded complete certification materials within fifteen business days.

Requirements included:

Licensed physician credentials.

Equipment safety inspections.

Medical waste-disposal documentation.

And—

Federal authorization for "medical procedures involving enhanced or superhuman individuals."

The civil lawsuit originated from a legal firm connected indirectly to Fisk's network.

Primary accusation:

Medical malpractice.

The complaint referenced records from Leo's former clinic and linked Lynn to a surgical accident during the Snake Eyes incident.

Lynn finished reading both documents and placed them quietly on the table.

Analysis of All Things activated automatically.

The entire offensive structure became transparent immediately.

The lawsuits themselves were distractions.

Pressure tools.

Designed to consume time and energy.

The real objective—

The enhanced-medical regulation proposal.

If the proposal passed while the evaluation committee remained under Fisk's influence, Miracle Clinic could be shut down legally.

The scope of the proposal appeared broad on paper.

But in reality—

Only one private clinic in New York openly specialized in enhanced patients.

Miracle Clinic.

Analysis continued deeper.

The proposal's sponsor—

Councilman Coleman.

Campaign-financing records revealed three large anonymous donations.

At first glance—

Completely legal.

But transaction timing and distribution patterns aligned subtly with financial flows associated with the Fisk Foundation.

Indirectly connected.

Not directly.

Two shell corporations.

One offshore intermediary account.

Ordinary investigators would likely miss the connection entirely.

Analysis of All Things did not.

Lynn picked up the phone and dialed a number.

"Matt."

Daredevil answered after the second ring.

"Lynn?"

"What happened?"

"You still practicing law?"

"Part-time."

Matt's tone carried faint amusement.

"Lawyer during the day. Something else at night."

"What's wrong?"

"I need background research."

"Councilman Coleman."

"Specifically campaign-financing sources."

Silence lasted roughly one second.

"You're being targeted."

"Not seriously."

Lynn adjusted his glasses slightly.

"Think of it as a chess match."

"I just need to identify who's moving the pieces."

"I'll start this afternoon."

Matt asked no unnecessary questions.

"When you investigate," Lynn continued, "focus on shell corporations and offshore transfer chains."

"The critical detail is tied to the registered address of the second intermediary company."

"It shares a postal box with a Fisk-controlled subsidiary."

Matt paused again.

Longer this time.

"How do you know that?"

"I guessed."

Lynn ended the call.

Then he placed another one.

This time—

An investigative reporter from The New York Times.

Six months earlier, Lynn had treated the reporter's mother-in-law for a severe lumbar-disc herniation.

The favor remained unpaid.

"Mr. Jones."

"Doctor Lynn!"

The man sounded immediately energized.

"My mother-in-law still talks about you constantly."

"What can I do for you?"

"I have an exclusive story."

"What kind?"

"The connection between Councilman Coleman's campaign financing and Fisk-controlled corporate structures."

The breathing on the other side changed immediately.

Professional instinct activating.

"When can I see the material?"

"Within twenty-four hours."

Three investigative fronts started moving simultaneously.

Matt handled the legal tracing.

The reporter handled media exposure.

And Lynn himself opened the federal whistleblower portal through an encrypted anonymous connection.

Using Analysis of All Things, he assembled a detailed evidence package linking Coleman's campaign finances to Fisk-controlled intermediaries.

Transfer routes.

Shell-company overlaps.

Transaction timing.

Hidden corporate associations.

Enough evidence for any competent federal investigator to continue independently.

He uploaded the files.

Then pressed send.

Three-pronged pressure.

…

Two days later—

Councilman Coleman received a call from the Federal Bureau of Investigation while inside his office.

Forty-eight hours later—

He exited City Hall accompanied by two federal agents.

The enhanced-medical regulation proposal was suspended indefinitely.

Fisk's affiliated legal firms withdrew the lawsuits shortly afterward.

Within one week—

All three cases disappeared completely.

Even the Department of Health revised its original notice.

The mandatory enforcement language vanished.

Replaced by a mild administrative recommendation for procedural improvement.

…

Fisk Tower.

Kingpin sat alone in darkness.

A news report covering Coleman's federal investigation lay spread across the desk.

Slowly—

His massive fist tightened.

The wood beneath his knuckles creaked under pressure.

James Wesley stood three meters away without speaking.

"This man," Fisk said quietly.

Every word carried weight.

"No matter what move I make…"

"He retaliates faster."

Wesley waited several seconds before replying carefully.

Making certain Fisk did not intend to destroy the desk first.

"We still have other methods."

Kingpin glanced at him.

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