A Spider-man, based heavily off both Earth-8351 and Earth-90214 in that he's dark, kind of brooding, remorse filled, hyper lethal, but with a bit of his mainstream counterpart's humor, or dark humor in this case. Also a strong case of boredom, because a bored Spidey is a dangerous Spidey.
He's clad in the same red and black armor like suit that his Earrth-8351 counterpart is but with a few addtiotns that we will see soon enough.
So this harem will consist of the ever deadly General Esdeath x Silver Sable x X-23 x Black Cat x Akame x Leone and maybe another girl or two if I decide to increase the harem from it's current size. Maybe people like Elektra and Psylocke.
Disclaimer: I don't own any Marvel or Akame ga Kill characters seen, mentioned or used.
A lone figure, covered in a black coat with the hood pulled up silently made their way down a long narrow road. The trees around him were covered in heavy layers of snow and ice. The snow and ice on each side of the paved road he walked reached up to the figure's waist and in some areas to their shoulders. The figure walked near the edge of the road, their hand stretched out and running along the snowy surface, brushing up bits of flurries every now and again as they approached a town in the shadow of a small mountain.
The figure came to a stop right at the boarder of the small town, their hooded face looking from one side to the other.
The settlement wasn't very large. The figure counted at least twelve visible structures in their line of sight, half of which were homes while the other half served as, to his knowledge, as either inns or shops.
"Here's hoping they have room tonight" the figure muttered with a sigh as he continued his trek into the town.
He passed a few people, all bundled up in thick jackets and coats. A few gave him a curious look as he passed them but none mustered up the nerve to say anything to him, preferring to leave him be.
About halfway through the town, the figure arrived at what he assumed was the main inn of the settlement. Even from outside he could hear the rowdy natives laughing and drinking and smell the alcohol emanating from the structure. The figure pushed open the door and stepped inside, a rush of warm air crashing into his body.
"Ahhh, that's nice..." the figure said as he looked around to see that the bar was surprisingly full.
He quickly closed the door and removed his hood to show that his head was covered in a red mask of some sort with black lenses made out of what looked like some sort of obsidian colored glass. The figure slowly made his way towards the bar, being mindful to step around piles of vomit, drunks lying on the ground passed out, or in one's case, based on the smell, dead, and the various barmaids and patrons going to and from various parts of the room.
The figure found a empty seat on the end and quickly claimed it as his own before he reached up and removed his mask to show the face of a man that looked to be barely in his mid twenties. He had short brown messy hair, pale skin and surprisingly warm, almost innocent brown eyes.
The bartender eventually made his way over to the man as he placed his mask on the confines of his cloak.
"Welcome stranger" the bartender said with a nod towards the mysterious man.
"Hello" the man replied as he looked from one side to the other, his eyes drifting down to the other patron's drinks before looking back towards the bartender "I'll have whatever is popular and strong"
"You got it" the man said with a nod as he went and retrieved a glass and a bottle and began to pour the liquid in front of the man before handing it to him.
"So, who are ya and what brings you to our small little village?" the bartender said.
"Name's Peter" the man said as he took a sip of the drink "As for what I'm here. Just passing through"
"Peter?" the bartender said with a quirked brow before it furrowed "Hmm, that name sounds like it's-"
"From Latveria... yep" Peter said as he downed his drink with a grimace "Whoo, that's powerful..."
The man nodded solemnly at Peter "You have my condolences. Even out here we've heard of Latveria's fall not too long ago"
Peter grunted at this as he gestured for a refill "Yeah. Latveria always seemed ever lasting. Five thousand years under the Von Dooms, our influence over pretty much the rest of the continent and a few parts of the one across the ocean and a few chains of islands and it was all brought down because our king and his adopted son got into a pissing contest and everyone else paid the price for it"
"Seems how most Empires end, civil war" the bartender said as he refilled Peter's drink "Hell, our Empire is starting to fall apart from a Civil War that's been going on for years now"
"So I hear" Peter said as he downed his drink and gestured for yet another refill "Who's winning?"
"Depends on who you ask" the bartender said with a snort as he filled Peter's drink up "Some say the Empire is on it's last ropes because of corruption and a Assassins' Guild called Night Raid killing off it's nobles and high military officials. Others say the Revolutionary forces are on the brink of defeat"
Peter hummed at this "Interesting..."
"Thinking of getting involved?" the man asked with a grin.
Peter shook his head at this before he gazed down into his drink "Nah, I'm just passing through. Gonna head for the coast and catch a boat off this continent before the swarm of barbarians and would be war lords from what's left of Latveria catch up to me. Granted their not coming for me specifically, their just spreading out to form their own empires and kingdoms"
"Latveria has already splintered off that much?" the bartender said with surprise "Man, that was fast"
"The Kingdom was already in decline by the time Lord Doom and his son started the war. It just sped it up a bit... well actually a lot when I think about it. Don't know what I said a bit" Peter said with a sigh as he rested his chin on his knuckles as he gazed into the amber color of his drink.
The Bartender hummed at this as he picked up a glass and began to clean it "So, what side did you fight for? The ruling Von Doom or his kid?"
"The king" Peter said with a snort as he looked up at the man "I'd be a poor body guard if I allied with his ambitious bastard of a kid"
"You were Victor Von Doom's Bodyguard?" the man said with a whistle.
"One of..." Peter corrected with a shrug "He had over twenty, I just happened to be one of them"
"Why would a guy like him need any body guards?" the bartender asked with a frown "From what I heard, the man's power was like on to a god or something"
"A god does not waste his time with those beneath him" Peter recited in a dry tone as he swirled the liquor in his glass with his finger "That is why he has his mighty chosen. To weed out the weak so that only the worthy may fall by his hand and find some worth in the after life"
"..."
"..."
"...Wow" the bartender said after a few moments "Talk about full of himself"
"To be fair, he did have the power to back it up" Peter said with a sigh "But he wasn't immortal, and his son knew that. It's why he waited as long as he did to strike. In his prime, our King could have mopped the floor with him with one arm tied behind his back"
"Bet it was still some fight though" the bartender said.
"It was" Peter said with a nod as he finally downed his drink before holding up a hand to stop the bartender from refilling his drink "I'm good. Just water from now on please"
"Sure thing pal" the man said as he went to get a glass of ice and water for Peter while said man looked around the bar.
A few more people had shown up since Peter got there, and it looked like no one was in any rush to leave any time soon. Peter sighed as he returned his attention to his glass of water, barely paying attention to the woman coming up behind him.
"Well howdy stranger!"
Peter glanced back at the woman with a bored expression "Yes?"
"Mind if I sit next to you?" she asked as she pointed to the now vacant seat next to him.
"If you want" Peter said with a shrug as he went back to looking at his drink.
"Thanks" the woman said with a wide grin as she sat down next to Peter "So, what brings you here cutie?"
"Food, water and warmth" Peter replied in a dry tone as he sipped his water.
The woman's smile faltered ever so slightly at Peter's seemingly disinterest in her. After a few seconds she scooted a little closer to him and leaned up towards his ear and began to whisper in a low sultry tone.
"What kinda warmth hmmm?"
Peter's glass stopped several inches from his mouth before he slowly placed it back on the counter and turned towards the grinning woman with his eyes narrowing slightly "Not interested"
The woman blinked at this before her eyes narrowed and she gave him a playful glare "Interested, interested in what?"
"What your offering" Peter replied dryly as he gestured for the bartender to bring him another glass of water.
The woman scowled as she looked down at her body, trying to see what about it was enticing for the man. She was young, maybe a few years younger than him so it's not like he had to worry about statutory rape or anything. She also had a curvaceous figure with a pair of large breasts that were just barely being held by her black tube top, long muscular legs and a nicely shaped rear.
All in all, she was the perfect kind of gal you'd want curled up next to you at night.
'What, is he gay or something?' the blonde woman thought as she was about to ask if the man preferred company of the same sex before he suddenly stood up and turned to leave after dropping a few coin sized items on the counter for the Bartender.
The woman glanced at the coins and felt her eyes widen when she saw that they weren't coins, but small diamonds!
"You carry diamonds around in your pockets?" the woman said as she looked up at the man as he placed his mask back on and pulled his hood back up.
"Universal currency. Everyone will take diamonds" Peter said with a simple shrug as he started to make his way back to the door.
"Wait, don't you want a room?" the bartender called from the bar.
"No, just needed some warmth, and a drink" Peter replied as he arrived at the door and made to open it when he felt a faint flare at the base of his skull just as his hearing picked up multiple footsteps outside along with yelling.
'Oh come on!' Peter thought with slumped shoulders as he backed away just in time for the door to be kicked open and several men clad in some sort of silver armor stepped in.
The inhabitants of the bar all went silent as they turned towards the doorway and saw four large men standing there.
Peter noted they were all dressed in light armor with some sort of symbol on left side of their breast plates. It took a second for Peter to figure that it was the crest of the 'Empire' that he was currently traveling through.
One of the four men stepped forward and looked around until his gaze fell on Peter. His eyes narrowed as he slowly approached the man and came to a stop in front of him.
"Where you going?" he asked with the faintest hints of a slur in his speech, causing Peter to frown underneath his mask.
'Drunk soldiers... already know how this is gonna end' Peter thought with a sigh before he spoke "Away from here and somewhere else"
"Aww, what? This place not good enough for your picky ass?" the man snorted as his friends snockered behind him.
"You said it, not me" Peter said as he made to pass the man before the soldier struck his arm out and placed his hand on Peter's chest.
Peter froze as he very slowly turned his head towards the man's sneering face "Please get your hand off me"
The man leaned towards Peter with a snarl "You know what? I don't like your attitude"
"Feeling's mutual, now please get your hand off me" Peter replied calmly as his eyes darted towards the other three men and began to assess his situation while the rest of the bar watched in tense silence.
The solider blinked at Peter's words before he growled and made to push Peter back, only to find the man unmovable. The soldier blinked at his and scowled as he made to shove Peter again, only to watch him hardly budge if at all.
"Sergeant?" one of the three soldiers behind him said with confusion as they watched their leader try to shove the hooded man several more times only to fail.
After the fourth time, Peter sighed "Pal, if you touch me again, I'm ripping those arms off and beating you to death with them"
The soldier stopped as he glared at Peter before he pulled his hand back and formed a fist.
"Beat this asshole!"
The soldier threw the fist and the entire bar watched in silent shock as Peter was suddenly behind the man... with his head in his hand.
The now headless soldier stumbled forward a few steps before coming to a stop and slowly slunk to his knees before falling forward with a sickening wet 'thud'. Peter glanced down at the head in his hands, the eyes and mouth still twitching as blood dripped from the shredded stump underneath the chin before Peter dropped it and glanced at the three remaining men.
"Anyone else feel like touching me?" he asked as he glanced between the three.
The three soldiers all gaped at Peter before they suddenly found themselves again and did the only thing they could do in such a situation...
They turned on their heels and scrambled out the door while screaming out for re-enforcements and how Peter was going to pay for raising his hand against the Empire. Peter merely blinked at this before he shrugged and made to leave before he stopped and reached under his cloak and pulled out a small bag and tossed it towards the frozen bartender. The man didn't even move as the small pouch hit his face and fell to the floor.
"Sorry about the mess" Peter said as he adjusted his hood and stepped out into the cold night air and pulled the door close behind him.
Peter barely made it two steps away from the inn before the blonde woman from inside was in front of him with a large grin on her face.
"Hey!"
Peter blinked at her before he took in her attire "Aren't you cold?"
The woman blinked at this before she gave Peter a coy grin "Maybe, maybe not. Wanna warm me up just incase?"
"Like I said, not interested" Peter said with a sigh as he stepped around the woman and took several steps before she was in front of him again, the grin ever present as she pushed her generous bosom into his chest.
"Aww, you shy handsome?" she teased as she traced a small circle over where his heart should be.
"No, I just recognize trouble when I see it" Peter responded as he stared down at the attractive woman while trying to ignore the feeling of her raising a leg and wrapping it around his hip.
"Let me guess, not into bad girls?" she said with a giggle.
"On the contrary" Peter said as he placed a hand on her exposed thigh and began to slowly push the leg back down "But I've been with enough bad girls lately to last me a lifetime. Also, I'm running low on the blood they keep spilling from me"
"well I can tell you it wont be blood I'll be spilling from you tonight handsome" the woman winked as she leaned up on her tippy toes and grinned at Peter "I'm Leone"
"And I don't remember asking" Peter said dryly.
"Interesting name mister I don't remember asking" Leone chuckled as she looked into the man's dark lenses "That a family name?"
Peter huffed as he grabbed the woman's arms and lifted her off her feet and then placed her off to the side before he resumed walking. Leone blinked at this before a tick mark formed on her brow as she turned towards the departing man.
"Hey what's the big idea buddy? Do you want any or not?!" she said with a red face of anger and annoyance.
"Me resisting your flirtation should be clue enough" Peter replied dryly as he kept walking, hoping that the woman had finally gotten the hint and would leave him be.
That train of thought was crushed when he felt her suddenly slam into his body and quickly wrapped her arms and legs around him and leaned up towards his ear "Oh I get it, your one of those play hard to get types, hmm?"
Peter felt his brow twitch as he turned towards the woman with a twitching brow that could be seen through his mask "Please get off me"
"Or what?" Leone asked with a smile on her face that did not match the look in her eyes or the subtle shift in her voice.
The two stared at one another for several minutes, snow slowly building on their bodies before Peter sighed and continued walking as the woman held on.
"Ooh, a piggyback, giddie up horsey!" she giggled as she pulled her body tighter into Peter's back, marveling at the muscle she could feel underneath the armor he had on.
"I hope you freeze to death back there" Peter said with a sigh as he continued onwards towards the edge of town.
Peter hoped the woman would let go and leave him be before he left the town, it was getting pretty late and he could already hear several soldiers yelling in the distance. It sounded like the three from before had gone to get help and were now coming after Peter. The foreigner grunted in annoyance at this, that and Leone was feeling up his chest by having one of her hands snake it's way up and down his front in a teasing manner.
"So, what's a guy like you doing all the way out here?" she asked in a nonchalant tone.
"Passing through" Peter replied.
"Oh, where'd you come from?" she asked with curiosity.
"Latveria"
At this, Leone's eyes widened "Seriously?"
"Yeah..." Peter said as he saw that he was coming up at the edge of town and the soldiers shouts were louder now, he knew the woman had to be hearing them by now.
"Hell of a walk" Leone said with a low whistle as she rested her chin on Peter's shoulder "So what? Were you in the army or something and decided to bail after everything went to shit out there?"
"Something like that" Peter said as he felt a flare at the base of his skull again 'Here we go...'
"Hey there he is, they guy that killed the sergeant!" a soldier yelled as he and six others rushed down the road Peter was walking "And he has a friend!"
"She's not with me" Peter called back, causing Leone to gasp before she covered her eyes with her arm.
"Ohh how can you be so cruel?!" she mocked cried as Peter turned towards the approaching men and raised both his arms, causing Leone to peek over his shoulder to see some sort of odd device attached under each of his wrists "Hey what are-"
BANG!
BANG!
Leone watched with surprise as the two devices went off like the fire arms she's seen various Imperial soldiers carry and not a second later two men crumbled to the ground, a small hole in each of their heads. The now remaining four guards all stopped and gaped at the sight of their comrades lying on the ground with blood, brain matter and skull fragments leaking from their heads and into the snowy ground below.
"Talk about starting a fight off with a bang. That should get them to think twice about picking a fight with you" Leone giggled as Peter grunted.
"It was worth a shot" Peter quipped dryly.
"That's it!" one of the soldiers yelled as he drew a sword and charged towards Peter and Leone with a valiant war cry "Die scu-"
BANG!
Peter watched as the man fell to the ground with a hole in his head while he kept his eyes focused on the remaining men "Look, I don't want any trouble. So how about you take your guys, and your headless Sergeant if you haven't gotten him yet, and leave me alone?"
One of the men gritted his teeth in anger as he drew his sword and pointed it towards Peter "You think you can come into this town? Kill our people and then expect us to just walk away?"
Peter stared at the man for a second before he took aim and fired off another shot.
BANG!
"No, but I expect your men to not pick fights with strangers" Peter said as he watched the now dead man slump to the ground "Never know who you might be picking a fight with hmm?"
The last two men gaped at the sight of their dead friend before they both drew their swords and started to rush towards Peter and Leone with murder in their eyes.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" Leone said as she hopped off Peter's back "Shoot them already"
"I only had four shots" Peter said with a sigh as he watched the two men rush him with their swords ready to pierce his body had he not moved his body so the blades flew past his chest and back, their edges just missing his body by mere centimeters.
Leone from her perch on a tree watched with growing fascination on her face as Peter grabbed the man that was now in front of him by the wrist before snapping the arm clean in two. The solider screamed in agony as he backed away from Peter to clutch his bloodied stump while Peter snatched the sword before it could hit the bloody red ice at his feet and rammed the blade right into the soldier behind him though the chest and all the way to the hilt.
The entire incident happened in the span of four seconds.
"Thanks for the help" Peter said as h glanced up at Leone as he pushed the man with a sword in his chest away from him and watched as he slumped tot he ground and bleed out into the snow.
"Looked like you didn't need help" Leone said with a grin as she hopped down from the tree and landed in a crouch before standing up and approaching the man with a slight sway in her hips.
"You know, I'm part of-" Leone started before she was cut off by Peter passing her with a grunt.
"Nope, not interested"
Leone blinked at this before she turned towards Peter with a scowl "You don't even know what I was going to say!"
"You were gonna say your part of some group, blah, blah, blah, could use my skills, blah, blah, blah and then make a remark about injustice, corruption or something like that and ask for me to join you to help fight it" Peter said dryly as he kept walking "Heard it a dozen times before and my answer is gonna be the same for the next dozen more... no"
And with that, he continued on his way towards the coast... unaware that the universe will be dammed if it let him reach it.
...
And done.
Next chapter, pit stop at the Captial.