For anyone that knows Vulture's real back story, I am not being ignorant, I just thought this would fit my story better.
DISCLAIMER: I don't vulture, only this original back story.
Danny's pov
"Hello. You must be the Iron Fist," A thin, pale boy walked into the snowy cave where I was meditating.
"As of recently, yes," I answered slowly.
"I need your help, I have escaped New York to find my past. Once I have my memories, I will return and pay my captor a visit," He chuckled.
"Come," He walked over and I placed my glowing hand on his head. Images flooded my mind in a frenzy. I gritted my teeth, I was breathing so hard I felt light headed. I focused harder and, sorted through the memories. I saw a sickly young boy crying over his dead mother. Behind him, metallic octopus tentacles were reaching towards him, until they grabbed the screaming boy. Then I saw that boy being experimented on and tortured until he grew permanent shadows under his eyes and his lips and hair turned black. I knew what he thought he wanted, revenge, but inside, he wanted something else even more. Something better.
I looked deeper and saw a bullied child with a sick mother and neglectful dad. He had no friends to tell his problems to, and he didn't want to worry his mom. Eventually, he began fighting back so viciously that he hospitalized a few kids. Then the images became so vivid, so chaotic and fast, I choked on air and fell back from the boy.
"Well?" He asked expectantly. I thought hard.
"Your name is Adrian Toomes. Your mother is dead and your father left you when you turned ten," I said. He looked crestfallen.
"That's it? I was told that you could transfer memories into people's minds," He accused. I nodded.
"You are not yet ready for your memories. If I could implant only certain memories, I would. But if I transfer one, I transfer all," I stated as calmly as I could.
"Do you know how long I have come to find you? Do you know how long I've been trying to remember? Do you know how it feels to not know anything?" He screamed as his hair became dark green, and his eyes enlarged into red orbs. I watched in horrified fascination as his mouth and nose melted together, elongated, and hardened into a curved beak. Finally, he sprouted artificial green feathers and was the monstrosity known as Vulture.
"You want to go after someone named Doctor Octopus, I may not know who that is, but I can't let you," I said dangerously. I got in a fighting stance and lit my fist. He dived at me, I dodged. He banked and flew back around, hitting me in the chest and knocking me out of the cave. I back flipped and landed perfectly, just in time to see a talon ripping into my stomach. I choked on blood, grabbed Vulture and punched him into the snow. I took him by the neck and threw him off the mountain, knowing he would open his wings in time to live. When he circled back, I waited until he was close enough, then pounded my fist into the ground and the light and vibrations sent him spiraling down fast enough to break his wing.
"This isn't over," He snarled. I hobbled over, gripping my wound.
"We will be in touch, and perhaps eventually you will be ready," I said quietly. I helped him up and guided him to the city for rest and warmth and food. And when I sent him off the next day, I knew I'd see him again.
I woke up panting. These were going to be a very dark few days.
Luke's pov
My head was swimming. I had never been so confused in my life, and so scared. What was going to happen, and why was Danny keeping secrets from me? I remembered when I first joined S.H.E.I.L.D, I was the last one to join, other than Pete. For the first week, I spoke to no one, I was so angry at nothing, so upset for no reason. I thought nobody had ever gone through what I was going through. Everyone kept their distance, except Danny.
"They were trying to protect you, weren't they," He said to me after training one day. It wasn't a question, he knew somehow. I nodded and let the buildup of tears flow freely.
"Mine too," He said gently. And after that we were best friends, when the pain of the world on my shoulders became too much, I let him hold it for a while by pouring out my heart, and vice-versa. Soon, he properly introduced me to the team and I gained more friends.
I sighed, Danny was the brother I never had, so if he was keeping secrets, it had to be for my own protection. Before I knew it, I had wandered into the briefing room, where the rest of the team was waiting.
"Good, I was about to call for you, but you're already here," Fury nodded in approval.
"We picked up a hidden base on radar. We think the thief could be hiding out there." We all glanced at Danny.
"Is it full of vines and trees, director?" He asked calmly.
"Yes..." Fury said slowly, his eye narrowed. If he wanted to say anything else on the matter, he obviously intended to wait, because he silently walked to a computer, and turned the Tricarrier around. We went to the lounge area.
"So, you gonna tell us who the robber is?" Sam asked Danny.
"An old acquaintance of mine. His name is Adrian Toomes, but you know him as the Vulture," He said. Everyone was shocked, but none more than me. Danny had mentioned an Adrian Toomes trying to rip him to shreds back in Kun'Lun, but he'd neglected to mention that he was the Vulture.
"Wait, when did you meet Vulture?" Peter asked incredulously.
"In Kun'Lun, he required my help. I refused to help him, we fought, I injured him and sent him off the next day," This was what Danny always told me when I asked for specifics.
"How is it that when you answer questions, it leads to more questions?" Ava sighed, shaking her head.
"Way of the Fortune Cookie," Sam muttered.
"Okay. He wanted his memories, I gave him none. I let him go after breaking his wing, because he needed to find his own path, not be sent to Kun'Lunian jail, I did not foresee him being recaptured by Doc Ock," He said quietly.
"Yeah but why did you not-" Danny cut me off.
"We're here." We looked out a window and saw a large jungle.
"Savage Land?" Webs guessed.
"No, Vulture is smart, these trees are artificial, and the jungle looks bigger than it is with mirrors," Danny said.
"Which explains what he did with the stolen tech. And to hide a whole jungle, you would need awesome, realistic holographs. Oh! Maybe the kind that you can actually touch and only get in with enough force to disrupt the molecules or a passcode or-" Pete kept rambling excitedly, until Ava smacked him in the back of the head.
"This isn't a field trip Web-head," She growled in annoyance.
"You never told me you met Vulture," I said to Danny.
"Some would consider it illegal and unjust to let a dangerous criminal go," He shrugged, "But he really is a misguided kid with an unfortunate temper."
"Temper? Is that why you didn't give him his memories?" I asked.
"I saw things in his memories. Things that would drive an untrained mind into murderous insanity. Sometimes, people just aren't ready to face themselves..." He trailed off.
"You're exaggerating," I said.
"Exaggerations are useful in fiction and lies, but never in life," He said. I nodded. Nodded because I understood the hint.
"You thought I wasn't ready to face myself either," I stated. Danny grinned and his emerald eyes flashed.
"True. But perhaps today, we can all test ourselves. Vulture has them Luke. Your parents, the two scientists from Scorpio's lab. He has them," I froze. I knew why Danny had kept it from me. When he said those few words I felt the most real hatred pass through me. Hatred not unlike the one I'd felt when I first joined the team. But then, I pushed the hate aside and allowed myself to feel relief. Not exactly joy, but relief. Tremendous relief of finally knowing, no longer questioning. I knew how Vulture must feel now. I hadn't even known I was wondering until I knew the answer. But Vulture had never felt this relief.
"Wow," I managed. Danny grinned wider.
"Hey, wait though. I still want to know about those visions. They seemed really painful and-" It dawned on me. Vulture was hurting Danny. Purposely. But...and the hatred was back. Bigger, overwhelming. And while most of my mind was focused on what he'd done, a miniscule part of my subconscious asked...why?
I realize this story might not be very long, but I think its fine as it is. Quality not quantity! Anyway, major contest clues...and for now...
Wolf out...