An Oreo Crust Crumbling [Harry PotterxDaredevil Crossover Fanfic]

The Devil's Come to Call

Wilson Fisk was not a man to be trifled with. He wanted what was the best for his city, no matter what methods he would have to employ. And the same went for the few people he cared about: the woman that had captured his heart, Vanessa, his mother, and his loyal and dedicated second in command and also best friend –Wesley.

And then there was Harry.

She, very quickly, had become a dear friend. If not for her, his oldest and dearest friend would be alone and still lonely, focused on nothing but work and desiring nothing for himself. If not for her, Wilson would not have met the love of his life (for surely, though he'd just met her, he already knew how important Vanessa was to himself). And if not for her, Wilson would be a fray of nerves and anger all the time, and his life and plans would surely fall into a downward spiral because of some irrationality the red haze that used to haunt him would cause.

He could feel the red haze creeping in now.

The Russian brothers stared uneasily at him, but he just wanted to take them in hand and throw them across the room like ragdolls. Instead, he searched out the bag of lemon drops bequeathed to him by Harry and took two. He was sure he needed the extra dose.

"You are telling me...that one of your men...has taken Harry. A dear friend of mine. And has now run off somewhere with her," he said flatly.

They winced, but nodded in unison.

It was bad enough to have found out that her wretched family had sold her to the Russians. But now one of them had gone rogue and taken off with her.

Wilson stood up suddenly, causing the brothers to flinch, more so at the darkening look on his face as he loomed over them.

"Find him. Find him and get her back," Wilson ordered. "And she had better be alive and unharmed!"

"Y-yes, sir," Vladimir spoke quickly and dragged his brother out of the room.

Heaving deep breaths, the laced lemon drops took hold again and he began to feel calmer, though the rage simmered dully in the back of his mind. If he had come to find a single hair on her head was harmed, he would make Semyon and her family pay very dearly for what they had done. Wilson would make sure of it.

Not that he doubted Wesley wouldn't of either, but perhaps it was best his second in command didn't get his hands dirty in regards to this. A precaution for the man to save face against any who would doubt or question his relationship with Harry, or threaten it in any way...

Like Wilson would let that happen either.

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Wesley's narrowed eyes were quite frankly scary, Foggy decided. Especially when the glare was aimed at you.

Like it was currently aimed at him and Matt.

"They somehow made it overseas," Matt murmured, seemingly unphased. How could he? What with the unholy stare coming from the man refusing to look away from them. Even if Matt was blind, Foggy thought that he'd still be able to feel that stare. "I found out that much. Extradition is a possible avenue, but it'll –"

"Take too long," Wesley snapped out.

"It'll take too long," Matt nodded in acknowledgement.

"Do you really have shady contacts?" Foggy blurted out and the other two stared at him.

"Foggy," Matt frowned, but Wesley straightened.

"I might have," he said cagily, looking at them warily.

Foggy shrugged, "Reach out to them." But then he gave a bland look to Wesley. "But you have to make sure to bring them here to the US. And in front of the police authorities, so they can be brought to justice. Proper justice."