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Chapter 229 [Vault]
🕑 Added 2025-08-17 04:09:56 +0000 UTCTitle - Marvel: The Daughter of Kingpin | Chapter 1 | Female MC
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[3rd POV]
She remembered dying. Death claiming her as she lay on her deathbed. She had died after a battle with an incurable heart disease, one that she had been battling for years up until her death at the age of 17 years.
She had been a relatively normal lesbian girl. Loving girls, music, relaxing, and movies. She watched and read all sorts of fictional works while all but trapped within the hospital. And before she had been cursed with this disease, she went out to parties and just lived her life to the fullest.
And that had been ripped away from her when she turned 14, when the disease first reared its head. Her grandfather - the one who raised her - was the first person to notice it, and brought her in, as his own son - her father - had been afflicted with a similar condition, but far later into his life.
She wasn’t so lucky.
Her grandfather and her had an…interesting relationship. The man cared for her, but not deeply. It was more so him caring for the legacy of his son, than actually loving her. He didn’t like that she was lesbian - being an old timer who hadn’t gotten with the times - and he didn’t like that she wouldn’t carry on the family with a man.
She didn’t like that he hounded her constantly, that he grilled her to make sure she was the best she could possibly be. It was because of him that she was the top of her class every year since she started school, even if she hated what she had to go through in order to do this. It was borderline emotional abuse with the way he talked to her at times.
And the worst part about it was that she could not bring herself to hate him. He was the man that raised her for most of her life, if not all of it. And she…she just couldn’t hate the man. But she could hate her situation, and she could wish and desire for more, and the chief amongst her wishes, was a father who could actually love her for her, who would treat her more than a legacy of another.
But now that she is dead. None of that mattered, how she felt about her grandfather, what she wanted to do for the future, absolutely none of it.
And she hated that. But, there was nothing she could do, as she floated in an infinite space of absolute dark. The void that surrounded her in all forms and ways.
She was the lone light within the darkness.
As she “sat” within the darkness of the Void, the light of her very soul began to warp and change, as unknowingly, something began to happen to her.
She wasn’t even sure how long she had been within the void. It could have been hours, minutes, seconds. Or it could have been years, decades, or even more. Time was strange within the void, as it did not exist. Meaning she didn’t even know how long she was within for, as something began to warp and change.
She spent her “Time” thinking over the past, of her mistakes. She also thought of fictional works, of what she would do, of her imaginative future, of her hopes and dreams.
And soon, unknowingly, her “Vision” began to go dark, as her soul was once again whisked away, pulled from the infinite Void.
Unknowing to just what was happening to her being, and where she was being sent.
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[Earth 61619999 | New York]
Within a large, fanciful skyscraper, a teen lay. Attached to her were all sorts of medical devices, monitoring her health and body closely. Her heartbeat, her breathing patterns, everything. Expensive materials all used to keep track of her.
And sitting besides the teen, was a large man. A man with a bald head, standing at a massive 6’7, in comparison with the teens tiny 5’0. The teen was blonde and beautiful, even though obviously sickly. While the man was bulky, tall, and strong.
Gazing at the girl in the bed, the man sighed.
“It’s been 7 years. 7 years since you have been in this…coma” The man spoke, his deep voice echoing through the room.
“…The doctors continue to tell me that you are lost, that you will not return. But I do not believe them. You are the last of my wife, you are the last of my family, and I will not allow you to die on me, my daughter. Your father will do everything in his power to bring you back. I swear on my title as the Kingpin!” The man revealed to be the Kingpin spoke.
With his words finished, he pressed a singular kiss against his comatose daughters forehead, before walking out of the room, his guards waiting for him as he gave them a nod.
His daughter's room was the most protected place in the entirety of New York. And it was built deep underneath the Fisk Headquarters. Surrounded by hundreds of guards, all sorts of weapons and traps, and every form of high tech security imaginable.
For none would touch his daughter.
And that daughter's name was…Elaina Fisk, the daughter of Wilson Fisk, the Kingpin. And…the recent transmigrator.
[Faceclaim: Sabrina Carpenter]
As Wilson left the room, leaving her form alone once more, Fisk was unknowing to the fact that her eyes slowly began to creep open, revealing eyes that were a beautiful mix of green and blue.
Said eyes began to slowly scan her surroundings, as she noticed the various machines hooked up to her. The IV, the breathing machines, the various others that were all keeping her alive, now being nothing more than an annoying irritant that she now wanted gone.
‘Wh-where am I?’ Elaina wondered inwardly, not being able to speak with how sore her throat was, and due to the device that was within her throat.
‘…I-I died. But…but now I’m…Elaina Fisk?’ Elaina thought, memories beginning to flood into her brain. Memories of her father…her new father. Of his warmth, of his love. But also of his overwhelming immense hatred for anyone or anything that even thought of harming her.
Her father was protective beyond belief, and unlike what she had expected, he was not a bad father, he was…the exact opposite. He treated her like a princess, and raised her the best he could while running his..businesses. Businesses that he often refused to speak about, not wanting her to get harmed, or think of him differently.
At least, that's what it looks like from Elaina’s point of view.
‘…I’m not sure how to feel about the fact that I am now the daughter of Kingpin himself, one of Spider-Man’s greatest rivals, and Daredevil's greatest. The man that practically runs the underworld of New York’ Elaina thought.
But the more she thought about it, the more she remembered her memories of her new life, the more she realized that…she didn’t care. The man was her father, and she…she was not a good person. Not in her current life, and not in her past life.
Plus, she always thought Kingpin was badass. And now he was her father, or as she called him, her Papa!
As she glanced around the room she was within, she noticed that there were old paintings and drawings that she had made with her Papa. Dozens of them litter the walls, alongside a large painting of her, skillfully made.
The room was made for her, and she had to admit that it was cute. But, it was obviously meant for someone a lot younger, with her being 17 now, where she had gone comatose when she was ten years old.
With that all in mind, Elaina let out a small sigh, as she felt tired, likely because of how immensely weak her body was. Or perhaps it was something else. Either way, she began to lean back into the comfortable bed, her eyes shuttering close as she fell asleep.
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Within the dark expanse of her dreams, Elaina blinked, glancing around in confusion. She knew that she fell asleep, meaning that this was some sort of dream.
Before she could begin to contemplate what this could mean, Elaina blinked as knowledge began to get implanted into brain, knowledge of a unique ability.
It was a simple ability, but a strong and one with a lot of potential.
It was the ability to allow her to “Summon” fictional characters in her dreams. By defeating these characters in combat, she receives their intelligence, potential, and talent. She does NOT receive their physical attributes, memories, and power. She has to build it all herself.
Meaning it was simply an ability that would help her grow, nothing more nothing less. It would be up to her to become strong enough to learn what they had.
In the case of knowledge that they already had, she would learn that much faster than usual, rapidly. As while it wouldn’t give her their memories, it would allow for her to learn what they had, fast, so that she could reach what they were at.
It was the perfect ability against scientists and weaker people.
The only downside was that the “Dream Her” was the same as her physical form. Meaning that she was currently very very weak. Meaning that she would have to go after much weaker people, and the weakest people that she could fight?
Children.
It sounded awful, and it did make her a little uncomfortable, but she also understood that they were not real, they did not feel, they did not exist. They were kinda like shadow clones from Naruto, but they did bleed.
The real question was who should she fight first?
Inwardly she decided to take a list, that list having the following:
Sheldon Cooper, Paige Swanson, Mary (Gifted), Doogie Howser, Spencer Reid, and many many many others. As well as real world geniuses that would be too old or weak to stop her, like Albert Einstein, Isaac Newton, Leonardo Da Vinci, Stephen Hawking, Nikola Tesla.
She wouldn’t even think of touching martial artists until she was stronger in the real world.
Thinking of her list, Sabrina stumbled slightly in her dream, as the first summon appeared in front of her. That summon being…
Stephen Hawking
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That’s the end of the chapter!
Love interest for this is Black Cat, and maybe one other, no idea.
This is the first of the new vault fics that will be releasing in the coming days, including the smut focused ones, which will be…particularly lewd, so be warned.
The mc of this fic is going to be my first girly MC who is dominant (I have the Fairy vault fic, but she is submissive in that one). She’s also not overpowered, but instead has a shit load of potential and that is about it.
Anyways, have a good day!
Comments
TATTERWING
Thanks for the chapter 🍪
Crazedmadman 05
Dagger was actually a close second, but I just don’t know how to bring her In, that and I don’t know a ton about her background
Andrew Stewart
While I'm fine with Felicia being the only love interest as she's prob in the top 5 for female characters in marvel for me. It would really interesting see the mc with a hero type even if would have to be one of the more grey ones like Ororo or Dagger/Tandy Bowen. As long as the mc doesn't do anything truly evil like human trafficking or something in a similar vein I could see a relationship working with one of them
