The CIA works, as they look thru data about Mr. Fox, looking for any mentions of him, intel. Until... they get something. A kid talking about Mr. Fox kidnapping his parent. As a CIA agent sits in a foster home, the 8 year old frowns looking at the big scary man. As he sits "Hello. You are Angela?" The little girl nods slowly. He tries to smile softly. "Can i ask about how your parents disappeared? What did you see that night?" Its been 6 months sense ultron, during that time thor left for asgard, to search for infinite stones. Tony left to do a little less advenging for a while, while Tony, and a few others gathered to make up the Advengers, with a brand new facility. Where is Ally Miller in all this? Drug busting in Mexico, training her skills. But... in NYC, other strife occurs.
A father rubs his face, as he looks at his work. Designs for a new drug, one to help combat opium addiction. But... Rand Enterprises... well... someone is after his patent, they offered so much money! Yet... he said no. Why? Because they are cheats who would make the price crazy. He sighs deeply. In another room. A young boy, 10 years old, named Alex Dannel sits, as he colors in his book pictures of Mr. Fox. As he smiles. In another stack of paper, are math equations, and very good drawings. He is the adopted son of Tanner Lexton. As his new sister enters the room, Kately Lexton, she looks at his drawings. A 13 year old. As she asks "Why are you so good at drawing! You must tell me your secret!" He smiles "I could tell, you would not believe me! Defently geting it from... some space wizards in my head! Heh." He smiles, joking, a trick Mr. Fox taught him. At school, Alex frowns as his bulles approtch. "Hey fox boy! You love that Ally Miller, and Mr. Fox don't you!" He frowns deeper 'Remember what Mr. Fox said... remem-' He is shoved. As he frowns. Remembering in class, they had them write a essay on there favroate superheros. They laugth "Fucking Furry! You should by a tail, and ears soon, wear them around like that Ally does! Iron Man, or the Captain are so much cooler freak." He shivers, they have been relentless sense he stupidly wrote that essay, and the teachers put the highest grade on the board.
He is quite, as he sits down. Then... as the class loudly talks. Closes his eyes. As he calms himself. Breathing in the method Mr. Fox told him. His eyes open calm. 'They are blind of several things...' He thinks, as he lists them... and mentally considers what made those blindnesses. But... then quites. As he thinks what he could do to avoid them... Mr. Foxes recent lesson comes to mind. "To face a bully, you need to recognize whats in there HEAD first. To face anyone, its always good to know what's in there head. Thou you must be careful... as with any model... it can, and will fail! But... you need to be stronger. You need to recognize there patterns... see... how they see, how they think... and then... you move, or not move. Push, or pull back." A slow thought moves, as he thinks to himself "Mr. Fox is wonderful... but..." His hands shake... he is scared. As trama slowly surfaces. "Its not what was done to you, or what can be done that matters... its how you respond, and direct reality in response." He remembers Mr. Foxes words. He is quite.
Tanner Lexton drives his car. As its late at night when... his tire pops suddenly. As he slows to a crawl, and stops at the side of the road. He sighs deeply annoyed. He was just heading home? He goes to grab his phon-... A gun is pointed thru his window at him. He drops the phone, backs off. Scared. As a masked man aims at him, and fires at the window, breaking it. As he shakes from the loud sound. The man opens the door, and says "Tanner Lexton... you have something we need." He shakes, as he sits, as the phone is grabed away from him by the man. He shivers "W-what do you want?" The man says "Simple... you to give Rand Enterprises your patent." He is quite, shaking in fear. "Do that, and within 3 days... and well... your family won't be dead. The hand sends its regards, and... don't tell anyone, we have eyes, and hands everywhere, and they will kill you, and your family." The man exits the vehicle, and walks into the forest. Unkown to the hand man... a invisible pair of eyes watch from Tanner Lexton's shadow. A shadow fox, the shadow moves, detaching from the man. As it leaves a soul trace on the hand's attacker. It shakes with anger from the shadows. "Mr. Fox is not going to be happy." It says, unheard.
A day later, just as Tanner is about to press the send button... to give the patent. The lights flicker. As his computer turns off. He is confused. Very confused. Until... the lights turn back on and a simple note sits on his table. "You have protection... worry not. The hand are now on my radar, and you will be safe. -🦊"He shakes as he looks at it... the small note. With a drawing of a foxes face as the signer. He is very confused? Who... is this? Who is protecting them? How the FUCK did they get a note on his table in seconds? It feels like... it just teleported here? He has... no clue, and is very confused. As he moves... and slowly closes his laptop scared. Elsewhere, a phone flickers, as it drags itself across the mud outside Tanners house, as 2 men in stelth gear watch from afar. It drags itself, with screen flickering with static. As black shadows drag it across the ground. Until, one of them notices it, as it stops moving. They look at it confused. Before a flat icon of Mr. Fox waving his finger appears... and both are dragged into the realm, as static covers them. Elsewhere, across the world, in Russia. A TV in a abandoned factory turns on. As static covers it, and the two men fall out.
Days pass slowly. As daredevil sits, lissining in to a meeting. As some logal gangs gather, and a messanger of the Hand sits across from them in the abandoned section of the docks. The Hand Member asks "How is the Mission?" The gang members look nervous "Uh...Tanner Lexton is proving harder to convince then realized." The woman frowns. "I expect explination. How is your efforts?" The men frown unsure "Its... failed. Every single... man we send... they disapear. Just... go cold on us? No body even... its... uncanny."