Perched on the roof of a building was a figure clad in black, purple and blue, covered in the light of the moon, their cape flowing freely in the wind as their body was still, crouched down to look at the alleyway and what they were intending to watch from the ground. She basically followed them all the way to the edge of the city and it didn't matter to them one bit.

There were figures clad in black, their faces covered in masks, like their own, and holding sharp swords in their hands. The figure knew they were hostile. Hell, they've dealt with them before and had been tracking them down.

Mare-Do-Well sighed, knowing that she had to step in now. So she jumped from her spot on the roof and landed on the lid of the trash bin, hoping to reduce as much noise as possible, which didn't work as intended as heard by the light metal clang that echoed underneath her boots.

Trying to keep a low profile, she watched the ninjas climb into the windows of the abandoned building she was staring at. The walls looked dusty, wooden boards were propped over most of the windows but were now broken, holes were evident even from when she saw it from the front, and the stench made it ever more obvious even through the mask.

The Mysterious Mare-Do-Well glared under her mask and looked to the fire escape, seeing it as a good way to climb up. So she jumped onto the ground, landing on a knee, and raised ber head and arms, taking hold of the metal bars of the ladder, climbing as fast as she could. Her feet paced swiftly on the metal surface of the escape and stairs and she gripped a palm onto a loose piece of wood, using it to hang and climb into the buiding to follow the ninjas.

Unknown to the Mare-Do-Well, however, a man clad in red and black armor was heading to the same spot, unaware of her actions and presence.

The ninjas looked around, they knew they were being followed and were hoping to draw out their enemy. So, with haste, they drew out their weapons and held it out in front of them, the shine of the blades being the only source of light in this dark room.

Leaning on a support beam was the Mare-Do-Well, able to see the mooks ready for a fight. 'Shit...' she hissed in her head, 'They knew. Looks like I have no choice.'

So, the vigilante ran forward and flipped, her legs kicking down one of the ninjas as hard as she could before grabbing their blade. With the sword in her hand, she drove it hard into their chest, and ended them there, red now staining the tip of the blade. Her expression remained unfazed all the while.

Another Hand ninja came charging forward with their sword raised, which Mare-Do-Well countered with a precise block. When another mook came towards her, she raised her leg and kicked behind her, causing their knee the bend wrong and making them collapse. She lowered her weapon and stabbed the ninja's stomach, causing blood to pour out of the wound before she drove it into their chest, leaving them to collapse right there.

The vigilante growled and spun her entire body around, swinging her arm towards the masked face of another ninja. With no hesitation, she held her blade up and stabbed them directly through the forehead.

"Got anything else?" hissed Mare-Do-Well, sounding more displeased than anything. She looked around, seeing more ninjas appear out of the shadows with each one she kills, and it pissed her off.

Before the woman could continue the fight, someone else stepped out of the shadows, prompting the Hand to halt their actions. An elderly woman with a staff wearing a red robe merely smiled at the Mare-Do-Well and she said, "Allow me to have a word with our visitor."

Mare-Do-Well growled, "Gao."

Madame Gao's smile never faltered while she continued speaking, "I see you've taken the mantle of the Mare-Do-Well, child. As if it will do you any good."

"I am not a child!" the vigilante hissed.

"Please, you act rash and cannot even think of a sound plan. Your mind does wander like a child." Gao insulted, holding her staff up to point at Mare-Do-Well, "And that will lead to your downfall."

Mare-Do-Well clenched a fist, "As if! I'm more than ready to end you and the Hand!"

Madame Gao shook her head, "No, you will not. If Zecora could not perform such a feat, you do not stand a chance."

"Do not bring up Zecora! I will find her!" Mare-Do-Well snapped.

The old woman grinned, "Oh, I wish to learn of her whereabouts as well. See, child, the previous holders of the title you yield have all fallen to the Hand. But I see something in you... potential. The same Zecora saw in you. You could be quite an asset for the Hand." she simply offered. "And we will let you live."

"I will never join the Hand." Mare-Do-Well decided firmly.

With a disappointed sigh, Madame Gao looked to the ninjas, "Very well. If you cannot listen, then perhaps you shall learn from your mistakes." she said, walking back into the shadows to leave.

"Gao!" the vigilante shouted, intending to give chase, but she was blocked by a ninja and she stabbed them. "Get out of my way!" she snarled, elbowing another goon in the stomach.

Mare-Do-Well headbutted a ninja so hard that they staggered backwards and she took a punch to the chest while rubbing her sore head. Annoyed, she grabbed their arm and twisted it, earning a loud snap as a result. She kicked and pushed down the goon in the process and stabbed them in the back once she picked her sword back up.

She was then stopped as more of the Hand circled her, intending to end her and she stood, ready to fight still. But another noise ceased her movement.

A red object bounced from the support beam into the jaw of one of the ninjas, causing them to groan and snap their head back in pain and surprise. Jumping from the shadows was a red figure, and he kneed one of the goons in the face. His body spun around as his foot met the head of another and he picked the red baton back up in his free hand, a second held in his other.

"Who are you?" Mare-Do-Well asked, looking at the man dressed like the devil.

Daredevil shook his head, fists raised, "I could ask you the same thing." he replied in a quite tone. He attacked the ninjas first with a powerful right hook before following up with a high kick, his body spinning in midair before finishing with a sweep kick to one of their legs, making them trip. And he knelt down, punching their faces in until their face was covered in blood to be sure.

Mare-Do-Well drove her blade forward and stabbed through another ninja, killing them. She then raised a palm and shoved another aside, but her arm was held and she was flipped, thrown into a wall as hard as possible.

Once she got her bearings, Mare-Do-Well jumped forward and sliced the side of a mook, making them fall from bloodloss. "I didn't need any help!" she insisted.

"Sure didn't seem that way." Daredevil replied, taking a hit to the face before grabbing the ninja's palm and decking them back. One with a sword charged forward, but the red vigilante held his billy club up to his chest to block the blade and he swung it around, noticing the ninja spit blood with each collision, "What made you come here anyway?" he wondered.

Mare-Do-Well lifted her stained blade from the corpse of another Hand ninja, "The Hand are my responsibility alone. This doesn't concern you!" she shouted.

"They're in my city and have made me and innocents a target. This is my battle too." Daredevil panted, leaning his body to the sides to dodge a ninja's vertical sword swings.

"I have to be the one to end this!" Mare-Do-Well insisted, headbutting one of the last ninjas before stabbing them in the eye, finally dropping her weapon. She leaped and punched them in the chest and they landed on their backs painfully.

Daredevil didn't say anything back yet and swung his billy clubs to knock out the last standing member of the Hand, ending the brief battle with a fast sweep kick and punches to the jaw once they fell. The vigilantes panted and looked at one another before the Devil spoke, "We have to leave before they recover."

"You don't tell me what to do! You shouldn't have come here!" Mare-Do-Well huffed.

Daredevil scowled under his cowl, "I was chasing after the Hand, same as you. This isn't about you. If you know anything about the Hand, you should know they're more dangerous than any gang in this city." he scolded.

"I know. I was trained to end them. I'm the Mare-Do-Well." The woman revealed.

Daredevil folded his arms, "...I'm Daredevil. And I'm gonna make sure that this city's safe no matter who I'm up against."

Mare-Do-Well shook her head, "Look, just... be careful okay? I-I don't want to lose anyone else to the Hand." she whispered. But Daredevil heard each and every word, but he remained silent on that and instead allowed the Mare-Do-Well to leave.

"Mare-Do-Well..." Daredevil repeated.

Once she was far away from Daredevil or anyone else, Mare-Do-Well sat on the middle of a rooftop and removed her mask to give herself a moment to breathe. She revealed her teal skin and yellow hair kept in a ponytail so it didn't loosen up while fighting.

Lightning Dust looked to the night sky and sighed, wondering if she was truly ever closer to finishing her mission to stop the Hand and if she would ever find her mentor.

But her mind trailed back to Daredevil. For years, she believed that those who become Mare-Do-Well has encountered the Hand to end them, besides the wielder of the Immortal Iron Fist. The fact that Daredevil... and potentially others are in the same war as her... she felt conflicted.

On one hand, she could finally get some help in ending what felt like an eternal war.

On the other hand, Lightning wanted to end this on her own terms so she wouldn't lose anyone else close to her, and she closed her eyes, thinking about her family, and how being at the wrong place cost her everything in an instant.

Then she thought of her mentor, Zecora. She had no idea where she went or if she's even alive, but she swore to don her identity and save the world in her honor until she learned the truth of her disappearance.

With a heavy sigh, Lightning Dust sat up and wiped a stray tear from her eyes and looked at her mask before finally putting it on over head. With some energy, she pushed herself to her feet and continued her trek back home.

Daredevil wandered back into his apartment, dropping his cowl on the floor to reveal his motionless eyes. He could still hear everything outside, his heightened senses being the cause and once he took off his costume he sat down on his couch, clearly exhausted.

After all this time, Matt Murdock knew of very few people that have fought the Hand. There was himself, Frank Castle for a bit and... Elektra. But Matt did his best to push those dark thoughts aside for the moment. Not even the Avengers or Spider-Man have gotten themselves involved yet, though the latter helps in protecting the city.

Matt inhaled, thinking back to the Mare-Do-Well. She said she was trained to stop them, something he never heard before. That meant they had a sworn enemy. Maybe even more. He rubbed his forehead, trying to piece it together.

Whoever the Mare-Do-Well was, she was hardheaded and acted to hastily against them and clearly stubborn judging by the one conversation they shared. She wanted him to not get involved and wanted to do things her way. That's reckless and he couldn't allow that.

Now it was a matter of figuring out what the Hand wanted and what they have planned for Canterlot City, and he lied down to think about it. His mind drifting to slumber.

Author's Note

So I hope you all don't mind this massive change to MLP lore. In this universe, Mare-Do-Well is a title similar to that of Black Panther and they are enemies of the Hand, like MCU Iron Fist.

I chose Lightning Dust cause her personality could create unique interactions with the other four. She's a lot more stubborn and reckless as Mare-Do-Well and doesn't back down from anything no matter the consequences since she just wants to get the job done.

She was trained by Zecora to fight the Hand since she was a child and is an adult in this story. But I'll get more into her past as this progresses.