The damp evening breeze at the end of the alley swept fine rain past the mottled brick walls, carrying the gloom and chill unique to this city.
Matt's senses sharpened to their utmost in an instant.
He could not see the man, but his radar-like superhuman senses locked firmly onto the tall figure at the mouth of the alley.
Matt's back stiffened slightly, his nerves stretched taut, and his wariness peaked. He had been Daredevil for several years, but this was the first opponent he had encountered whose mere presence felt so aggressive. He could not even be certain he would survive a fight to the death against this terrifying adversary.
Bucky, standing in the dark alley, had likewise gone on guard the moment he noticed the other man.
He was a veteran of countless battles, assassinations, and assaults. The man before him, dressed in a dark red bodysuit, looked strange and mysterious. Though he carried no visible firearms, there was an unmistakably oppressive air about him.
Bucky's instincts screamed a warning. This was a formidable opponent: perceptive, powerful, and unfathomable. He dared not relax for even a moment. He quietly readied his metal arm, every muscle tensed to meet a sudden attack.
In the silent, dark alley, the two figures, one red and one shadowed, faced off from a distance. Even the air seemed to freeze. Both stood poised to strike; the slightest movement from either would ignite a clash.
Just as their nerves reached their breaking point, a cheerful voice rang out, utterly at odds with the murderous tension:
"Bucky, look! I found Dad... um... or... maybe... Uncle? Anyway, we're saved~~~"
Miaomiao, who had never been good at reading the room, remained completely oblivious to the subtle tension between them. She rushed into the alley, took Bucky's cool