Chapter 231 [Vault]

Title - Marvel: The Daughter of Kingpin | Chapter 3 | Female MC

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[3rd POV]

Time had passed since her rebirth and reincarnation. Around a week had passed since she had woken up from her coma, and her father had been reunited with his beloved daughter for the first time in seven years.

Adapting to her new life had proven to be…difficult. Her father was a kind man, but a serious one. She was put on a strict diet and a strenuous physical therapy regimen in order to build up muscle back in her body, so that she can walk properly again.

She hadn’t been able to go back to her dream “session” since the first time a week ago. Which she suspected was so that her mind or perhaps her very soul, could adapt and change in order to meet the new changes it was undergoing.

Knowing that she had the new “Mutant” power of hers, her father had almost immediately bought her books on mathematics, physics, and various other areas that were in line with the talent she had received.

And boy was she talented in them.

She had finished the stack of around 50 books within a few days, with her not having much else to do besides sitting around, following around her father, and that. Her mind was rapidly adapting to the new knowledge, and she was understanding it all with quite a lot of ease.

It wasn’t just that too.

She had started to do something else that she found to be very enjoyable, something that could make her a lot of money, and was quite peaceful.

She had started to paint. And with her talent and potential coming from Leonardo Da Vinci, she had become VERY good at it, very very quickly. Her art was not at his level just yet, but the more she looked at the art of others through pictures, the more she understood art, and the more she grew.

She expected to create art worth hundreds of thousands sooner or later, maybe even millions. All it would take is a bit more experience.

Her father was very proud of this fact, and had taken a liking to the painting she had made of him and her mother together. A piece of art that was now put up in his office, a masterpiece in his eyes.

It was one of the arts that would never get sold, not while he was alive at least.

She had spoken to her father about eventually learning martial arts, so that she could properly defend herself. That, and it would give her the means to defeat those in her dreams much easier than before. More than that, it would let her defeat other actual martial arts so that she could win more fights.

She couldn’t just summon the children's version of martial artists, as it seemed the ability didn’t let her use that particular loop hole in regards to martial artists and certain other cases. There was also a hard limit on how young she can summon them at. With her being unable to summon them when they’re younger than 5.

She’d have abused that if she could.

But now, after an entire week had passed, she had another “Use” of her dream. And as she stood in her dream, she decided on her five for this session.

Albert Einstein, Abraham Erskine, Arnim Zola (Before he became AI), Nikola Tesla, and Vincent Van Gogh.

The first four were each chosen for very obvious reasons. Albert Einstein is considered by many to be the smartest man in history. Abraham Erskine was the creator of the Super Soldier serum, and the key to her developing her own. Arnim Zola created his own version of the serum, and is also a genius.

Nikola Tesla was a revolutionary who paved the way for various fields. And Vincent Van Gogh is widely considered to be one of, if not the best artist in history. Alongside the likes of Picasso and Da Vinci.

Each of them were old men, or old sick men. Meaning that even in her current form, it wasn’t all that difficult to kill them. Even when she was sick and weak herself.

Defeating each of them hadn’t been difficult. And once she had awoken after the dream, she found herself changed further. Her mental state strengthened further, growing to something higher and better than before. Especially when it came to the creative aspects.

Waking up, Elaina let out a yawn as she stretched. She had just taken a nice and long shower, and was now wheeling herself through the floor that was used to house her and her father, where they lived. Her father had a large mansion as well, but this was the best place for them to stay at the moment, for her safety and health.

Wheeling into the living room, Elaina noticed her father was on the phone, fiercely talking to someone on the other side.

“And has it been done?…Good, good. I’d hate to have to personally get involved in this matter. I shall leave the rest to you, I have more important things to do” Fisk spoke, before hanging up the phone, as he looked to his daughter with a smile.

“My little girl! How was your sleep? Was the bed up to your standards? And did you take a shower on your own? You know that it’s ear-“ “Papa, you’re rambling again. As for your questions, I slept amazingly, and had another dream. The bed was fantastic, I showered on my own because I felt strong enough to do it, and I was” Elaina said, cutting her father off as he began to ramble on, worried.

Hearing her response, Fisk let out a sigh “You know I’m just worried. But…I’m glad to hear that you had another of those dreams. Who did you fight this time?”

”Albert Einstein, Abraham Erskine, Arnim Zola, Nikola Tesla, and Vincent Van Gogh” Elaina responded, as the mans eyes widened.

“Erskine? As in the one that developed the super soldier serum? That…that could be huge, Princess. Absolutely massive” Fisk responded, as he understood what this could mean, what this could do.

“Papa, even if I do develop the serum, you know that I won’t share it, right? That sort of thing-“ “Is better off not shared, I know. It would make things far far worse, but…it could be massive for you, and those that prove themselves worthy of it. It could help you in ways that nothing else can” Fisk cut her off.

The Super Soldier Serum was not something that should be shared. As all it would do is “Evolve” the current war, making it far worse than before. It would eventually spread to other countries, so that all of them would have it. War would get bloodier, and death tolls would rise.

Basically, not a good thing in the least.

And the things that the American Government would do to her in order to get that information? Even worse.

And since she had more access to better information, better technology, and more talent and potential, she would be able to create a serum superior to even that of the original one.

She had plans for future summons to defeat, amongst them was Maya Hansen, creator of Extremis, Calvin Zabo, creator of several other super serums, Anthony Ivo and the Mirakuru serum from the Arrowverse, Howard Stark and his own version of the Super Serum, and Wilfred Nagel.

Each of them would be important to her development of her own super soldier serum, but they would have to come until after she got her strength back, and at least a little bit of training. None of them were particularly strong, but some of them did have training in martial arts.

That and her body had to be strong enough to handle the serum, no matter how much she tried to change it.

“I’ll start working on it once I’m all healed up, and get back into the real world” Elaina said, as her father smiled at her, happy with her decision. It was the safest one, both for her health, and realistically.

“Good. Now, how about we take a drive around the city? The doctor tells me you’re healthy enough for a short drive” Fisk offered, as Elaina beamed, and responded.

“I’d love that!”

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That’s the end of the chapter!

The love interest for this one was Black Cat, probably just her.

Might make another vault chapter too, but we’ll see.

Anyways, have a good day!