Predator's p.o.v

"Come on, is that all you got?"

I laughed as the street crook swung an empty beer bottle at me. It shattered uselessly against my body armor. He looked down and stared dumbly stared at the broken bottle, and then looked back at me.

Leaning down until I was eye to eye with him, I whispered in my most threatening voice, "You should probably surrender now." He apparently didn't get the message, and instead turned around and began running at full sprint towards the entrance to the alley I had cornered him in.

He didn't make it ten feet before my grappling hook hit him square in the back. The claw lit up blue as I triggered the taser, and the lowlife crook collapsed, twitching. I grabbed the purse he had stolen and started towards the entrance to the alley.

"Who… are you?" the foiled purse-snatcher wheezed. I turned back and let him stare into the empty black visor of my helmet.

"I'm the Predator, punk." I spat as him, and then walked out of the alley to return the purse to its rightful owner.

*30 minutes later*

'That was a successful night.' I thought to myself as I reviewed my night of do-gooding.

I now sat atop a rather large apartment complex letting my feet dangle over the edge as I pondered the events of that night. The elderly woman had been grateful for the return of her purse, but had been understandably standoffish. I do, after all, wear a suit of armor that looks as if I would be happy to rip somebody's face off. And that's without the weapons systems active.

Still, stopping purse-snatchers was supposed to be a good deed, right? And good deeds are supposed to make you feel happy and fuzzy inside?

No.

I just felt confused. I couldn't explain it, but it felt like a voice in the back of my head saying that I should have beaten that little purse-snatching punk into a bloody pulp for his crimes.

I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts, and pressed a button on my gauntlet. A wrist mounted holographic display lit up, displaying the local news. It seemed as though my latest deed was the top story of the hour, and the reporters were having a field day with it.

"This is attention grabbing, pure and simple!" the anchorman Brent Summers scoffed.

"I mean look at this guy," he said, and a picture of me appeared next to him on the screen. "He looks like he just stepped off of an alien b-movie set! And he calls himself 'Predator?' Ladies and gentlemen, we have quite the little Mister Original here!"

I sighed as I turned off the projection and slowly removed my helmet. Yes it was true that I looked exactly like a Predator from the movies, and yes it was also true that we shared the same name, but we didn't act the same way.

The movie characters were savage killers, and while it was true that I could go a little savage while dishing out helpings of justice, I would never go as far as those beings of fiction would go. I would never torture somebody, or hang his body from a tree as a warning to all criminals.

The worst I would do was beat him unconscious and leave him for the cops.

'But you weren't always like that,' a tiny voice reminded me. I shook my head to chase that voice away. If there was anything I did not want to remember, it was what I had done back then.

Suddenly my gauntlets controls lit up red and gave a high pitched alarm, indicating an emergency situation. I quickly replaced my helmet and activated the gauntlets controls. My helmet immediately filled with the sounds of police radio chatter.

"Aha, what's this?" I said to myself.

"All units, we have an active supervillain in the area. Suspect has been identified as Kraven, and is headed towards Sun Life stadium…" the dispatcher began to list street names and calling in any available cops.

I smiled, though nobody would be able to see it through my armored face. I looked down and spotted a ledge on a building just across from where I had been siting. My helmets HUD lit up and began crunching numbers, calculating wind speed, elevation, power levels in less than a second. Then my prospective LZ lit up green and I jumped.

My feet hit the building with a solid crunch, my armor absorbing the impact. I kept up the pace, leaping from building to building and using my grappling hook to cover larger distances.

'What's Kraven doing in town?' I wondered.

"Computer, access archives on Kraven." I ordered the operational computer that ran throughout my armor. A picture of the super villain appeared on my HUD and a simple autotone program began to read the file aloud.

Yikes.

This Kraven was a dangerous one. As in, Top bounty, wanted just about anywhere, and recorded by SHIELD as a high risk villain. He was to be taken very seriously.

I shuddered- if Kraven was as bad as all that, then there was no telling what he would do to this place if he was allowed to run loose. Miami was my city, and I would not allow a super villain to come in unwelcomed and trash it.

According to the police scanner, Kraven was moving towards the stadium that was home to the Miami Dolphins. Somewhat better was the police's observation that Kraven was just running. He wasn't turning to fight, even though he could have turned the Miami Police into breakfast grits. He had to be running from something else- or someone else.

After several more minutes of moving through downtown Miami, I spotted the flashing lights of a dozen cop cars as they chased after a someone on a motorcycle- Kraven.

'You won't get away from me,' I thought.

"Give me a cutoff point." I ordered the computer. In response, a green line appeared on my HUD, predicting the best point to intercept Kraven. I smirked as I turned away from the chase and headed towards my new destination.

Roughly two minutes later my armored feet made contact with the roof of an empty office building. From here I had a perfect vantage point of the road that Kraven would be coming down in another minute.

The computers calculations were flawless. From my position, I could easily bottleneck, trap or snipe Kraven. So many lovely options.

"Come to me my prey." I said in a sing-song voice as I waited for Kraven to arrive like the Predator that I was. A plan was already piecing itself together in my head.

Once my target came into range I would fire a grappling hook at him and, using the building as an anchor, effectively pull him off his bike and onto the roof where I was waiting.

And who was to say that I couldn't introduce him to the wall a few times as I dragged him up- no. I wasn't that person anymore.

The sounds of police sirens and a loud motorcycle soon echoed up the street and my smile faded. I had to time this shot perfectly- Kraven wasn't to be underestimated at all. If I moved too soon, he might see me and take evasive action. If I moved too late, he would already be out of range by the time I was ready to shoot.

"Come on, come on." I anxiously whispered as I counted the nauseating seconds that separated me from launching my grapple.

Now! I stepped up to the edge of the roof and fired the grappling hook. It struck the unsuspecting villain in the back and pulled him roughly off his motorcycle towards my vantage point.

The motorcycle fell on its side and skidded along the road, shedding sparks. The police cars pulled to a stop behind it, confused by the sudden lack of Kraven.

In the meantime, I waited patiently for the grappling hooks' reel to pull Kraven up to the roof, where I disconnected the cable and dropped him roughly on the ground.

"Sorry to drag you up here," I taunted as I took up a fighting stance, "but I can't have you trashing my city."

Kraven got to his feet and gave a bone chilling laugh.

"You don't know what you have gotten yourself into, do you?" he asked in his intimidating voice, while he looked me up and down, estimating his next move.

"I know what I'm doing." I said calmly as I began to circle the hunter.

"I believe you have overestimated your abilities, mister…?" he asked. He backed away from me and began circling as well.

"Predator." I said.

"Predator," Kraven laughed, "I hope you realize that I'm a hunter- I hunt Predators for a living." He drew a long hunting knife from his belt. The blade itself looked normal enough, but the red glow surrounding the blade was most assuredly not. I did not want to get hit by that thing.

"Good to know," I said as I flexed my wrist and two claws came out of both my wrists, "Just so you know, the people who build my armor modeled me after the Predator from the movies, so naturally the claws come with the armor." I stated as I stopped circling and took a fighting stance.

"I hope you're ready for the pain your about to endure," he began as he too took a fighting stance, his dagger held firmly in his right hand. "Last chance to just walk away, and act like you didn't see anything."

I tusked disapprovingly. "Aw, Kraven, you're peacocking. I think I'll take you up on that boast."

Kraven's eye twitched in response, and I charged at him, claws out.

Kraven sidestepped my attack and swung his knife, but I parried it with my right gauntlet. The hit barely scratched my armor; it would take more than a nick to penetrate it.

Kraven pressed forwards, slashing at me with his knife. I stepped under one of his strikes and grabbed his weapon hand. A quick twist of the wrist, and I had an opening. I took it, smashing Kraven in the face with a left cross.

Kraven landed and a crumpled heap, and I smiled- first blood was mine! But someone with a record like Kraven's wasn't going to be that easy.

"Impressive," Kraven hissed as he got back up. "But not enough." Kraven rolled towards me and sprang up under my guard. His aim was true, and his hunting knife slipped between my armors ribbing to land a hit on my side.

"Ahh!" I gasped in pain.

"You see what I mean?" Kraven taunted as he prepared another attack. "You're in way over your head kid." He lunged forwards-

-Just in time for me to bat his knife aside and land a double fisted punch to his chest.

Before Kraven could recover, I had tagged him with my grappling hook.

"You think this cable can hold me!?" he raged as he tried to remove the hook.

"Not the cable, no." I said. The grappling hook lit up blue and there was a happy crackle as Kraven tasted taser. He moaned and collapsed.

"Now, then," I said as I cuffed Kraven's hands behind his back, "I want some answers. First off, what where you doing here in Miami?" Kraven laughed weakly and spat in my face.

Although the armor protected me from his saliva, it could not protect me from the rage that was now boiling my blood.

"Don't say I didn't ask nicely!" I snarled as I raised the claws on my right and prepared to strike him. But before I could, something caught my hand from behind, preventing me from striking Kraven. I turned to see what had stopped me.

I was puzzled to see what appeared to be a sticky white rope had attached itself to the back of my hand. It looked like… a web.

Oh, boy.

"He's beaten, man; want to lay off him?" said Spider-Man.

"I want to finish what I started," I snarled. "So stay out of the way!" I reached over with my left hand and tried to tear his webs off of my right.

"That's not an option I like," Spider-Man said, and yanked back on his web, nearly pulling me over. "What's option B?"

In response, I cocked my left arm back over my head and shot a grappling hook at him. It hit, and I triggered the taser. Spider-Man cried out in pain and let go of his webs.

He collapsed, and said weakly, "I don't like option B either…"

"Sorry I had to do that, but I did warn you." I apologized as I turned my attention back towards my target. But Kraven had apparently taken advantage of my distraction: he was gone. I snarled in frustration as I realized that my chance of getting information was gone. I turned slowly back towards Spider-Man.

"You have any idea what you have ju-." I began before something hit me hard in the back of the head. I stumbled forwards and turned around. What had that been?

Apparently it had been a white gloved fist, which then connected with my face. Oh, yes. Spider-Man rarely left New York alone…

I collapsed and everything went black.

Third person p.o.v

White Tiger stood over the collapsed form of the scumbag who had just been about to attack Spider-Man.

Analyzing her unconscious foe she saw that every inch of his body was covered by a grayish steel armor, almost like Iron Mans.' But the design was rather different; it almost looked like a Predator from those old movies.

Her gaze was shifted when she heard her friend moan loudly.

"You ok, Peter?" she asked him as she held out her hand for him.

"A little numb in places, but I'll live." he said as he took her hand and got to his feet. Spider-Man turned to look at his attacker.

"What should we do with him?" White Tiger asked.

"What do you think we should do?" Spider-Man said rather haplessly.

"I say we take him in. We might have lost Kraven, but I'm sure Fury won't mind us bringing in another criminal." White Tiger said with disgust.

"Alrighty, then." Spider-Man said as he activated his radio to contact the director of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Alright chapter one is done. Tell me what you think. This is my first ever fic using different Point Of Views. I think I did a good job for my first time using first person. I will switch between First and third person. Tell me what you think.