Hell's Kitchen 3 AM

There was a group that brought fear to this part of town. Once, the lackeys, now the ones running the place. They had a simple name. The Enforcers were Fancy Dan, Ox and the mastermind Montana. They ran the town now. They owned many businesses, and were richer than even the most corrupt Wall Street bankers. They were settled around a table, nursing some scotch. Montana stopped twirling his lasso.

"So you guys, think he's the real Spider-Man?" he drawled.

Fancy Dan sipped his scotch.

"Can't be. He's too short, looks to be about half a foot shorter." Dan noted.

Montana shot back,"Still a problem though, and if he's a teenager, just like it was back in the day.."

Ox piped up, "Can't stand kids."

Dan nodded, " I second that, remember when Montana's daughter had her first period, that was hell."

Montana rolled his eyes. "Anyway, our contractor gave us a call said he wanted the kid down for a bit, snag a blood sample."

The other two stood up.

"Did they ask for us specifically?"

"I'm too old for this shit" grumbled Ox.

Montana leaned back whipped out a tablet.

"Need a classic combo,brains, brawn,speed."

Montana selected images of a Frenchman,a large samoan man, and a short mild mannered Japanese woman. He smiled.

"Let's get this party started."

Manhattan 8 AM

"I'm waking up/ to ash and dust/ I wipe my brow/ and I sweat my rust/ breathing in the chemicals...?/

Connor mimicked the song, taking in a large breath as he dropped low over the streets, rising as the tempo speeded up.

"I'm waking up/ I feel it in my bones/ welcome to the new age to the new age/

He sped closer to a large glass building and rapped on window pane of a large apartment.

Parker Home

Mary Jane Parker blew a wisp of hair out of her eyes. Though she had two children, she still maintained her physique and was now a prominent correspondent on the Today show. Nonetheless, she would be caught offended if anyone mocked her mothering skills, and at the moment she was mixing up some pancake instead of wheatcake batter as her husband often wished for. She looked down to see her daughter May, a ten-year-old girl with dark red hair and hazel eyes tap her on the shoulder.

"Mom? There's some guy sticking to the window."

She turned and saw a figured dressed in some lame duck, street cool version of her husband's suit sticking to the window. She unlatched it.

"Hi there" she smiled.

"Hello." The boy's voice was muffled.

She waved over her husband. Who straightened his hair and stuck a hand out. The boy tumbled in.

He grasped the counter, and ripped off his mask, revealing a young Asian man, with messy black hair, a crooked smile and bruised face full of acne, Mary Jane gasped.

"Connor? Michael's brother?"

"The one, ugh and only."
The boy whipped off his bag, and rolled out a change of clothes pulled out a change of clothes, a skateboard, and a water bottle and a pair of canes, which slowly unfolded to full length.

May turned her nose up.

"Ew."

Mary Jane shot s look.

Connor smirked. "Keep acting like this and, you'll end up a pizza face too."

May shrieked and ran off.

MJ shot Peter a look, Connor shifted awkwardly.

"I'm sorry but your daughter acts like my ex."

He hefted himself toward a chair.

"Anytime I did something remotely weird, she got all snobby, May here seems like she'll be a heartbreaker,believe me kids like me will kill to be with her when she hits my age."

He grabbed a juice.

"You don't mind."

MJ nodded.

Connor pulled a pancake off a plate.

"Mr. Parker?"

Peter smiled a sly grin.

Call me Pete, it's the least you're allowed to do,after letting me shoot you."

Connor raised an eyebrow.

"Alright, Anyway I have to ask you for help."

Peter raised an eyebrow and Mary Jane gave him an Advil.

"Anyway it started at 5 AM..."

5 AM

Connor sat upside down his bedroom. He was thinking about Sara. She did love him back then right? He wasn't quite sure, especially with how it ended. He splashed water in his face, brushed his teeth, and slowly pulled on his suit.

He packed his backpack with some extra clothes and cash. School would be out for 3 more days, The Clash fight had wrecked most of the school, The Bugle was screaming about how he was a menace, he'd go down there, take her on one last date, set his mind at ease. He left a note on the door. The window wasn't locked so he pulled it open and began running over the roof tops.

Hells Kitchen

Three individuals gathered at a hellipad. The first was a tall man, dressed in dark glasses and a suit. This man was Jacques Delacroix,otherwise known as Paris. A skilled martial artist with a

penchant for knives, he was the leader of what his employers referred to as Team A.

His first companion was a short young woman,Mariko Hikaido, otherwise known as Geisha. She was not literally a geisha, but was named so for her seduction skill, and having the ability to paralyze men with a few quick moves.

The second man was huge,a mountain, so much that back home he was literally called the mouga. In contrast to his size, he was actually a gentle soul, and had his qualms about his work.

"I don't like this. " Jacques scoffed.

"Mariko, don't you have a brother this kid's age?" Asked Mouga

Mariko scoffed, "Now you have a conscience."

Mouga looked hurt,"I always have.,,"

Jacques stepped on his cigarette.

"You two, let's go."

They walked into a black helicopter and took off searching for the spider.

Connor

Dear Maria Count me in..

Connor swung high in the air, listening to love songs, and moping.

He loved New York at night, but so did people who were lovesick which he was.

He stopped on the roof of a building, and pulled his mask off, he sat watching the city glow. He felt at peace, as if time was slowing down.

"Wait..."

It literally was, his spider sense kicked in as he noticed an ominous sight in the sky.

"A helicopter?"

Connor felt a knife fly past his head.

He turned and three figures dropped to the roof.

The one in the sunglasses polished a knife with his tie.

"Is this about my cable bill?..."

They rushed toward him as a group, they were machine like, for every knife blow, there was a pressure point strike or a punch to the face. His heart was beating, these people were professionals. There weren't washed up like Clash. These 3 could kill. Higher ground wasn't an option. He had to go down, he looked at the street, it wasn't safe but.. He had to try.

"Hey Frenchie, wanna prove your country's not made of cowards?"

Jacques lunged at him Connor swept his leg and Jacques tripped, hurtling toward the pavement. Connor aimed a webline and caught his leg. The other two circled him. The woman began to speak.

"You must be handsome under that mask shounen."

Connor froze, she was a seductress, but he had ways to stop that.

"Sorry lady, I like bad girls, but not ones that can kill me and especially one so old."

That got her riled up. She front flipped and stabbed her fingers in his face. He webbed her arms and watched as she hit the roof.

The Samoan was left and he aimed a few good punches.

Connor notices the man was not motivated, and he did what any enterprising kid would do.

He kicked him in the crotch. The large man fell with a thud. Connor let a breath out and grabbed for his mask. He had to leave before-

"CRACK!"

A sniper's bullet whizzed by his head and he took off watching as an entire NYPD sniper squad, lower their rifles, a lone man stood on the roof behind him. His family owed a debt to Spider-Man, and he'd loved one of their own. Philip thought about Gwen she'd be rolling in her grave now. Hopefully, Hopefully Captain Philip Stacy would never have to deal with this kid in person.

Coffee Bean 6 AM

Connor stopped in front of a Coffee Bean and stepped inside. The place was famous for being better than Starbucks, and open all hours. He stepped in. A drunk guy was busy harassing the cashier. He didn't waste any time, shoved the guy over,webbed him and walked to the counter.

The cashier looked at him, blearily, and didn't say a word. Connor ordered a jumbo size coffee, added 7 sugars and sat sipping it in the corner. Connor felt vulnerable like this, in his costume, drinking coffee at 6 AM. He wondered if Mike had ever had a moment like this, if Miles Morales or if Peter had ever done this. Ugh. His head was throbbing. He needed help and looked up an address. It'd take him an hour to get there. So he wanted a break first.

Now

Connor finished his story. He stood looked Pete in the eye.

"Just training me in the building isn't enough, so there has to be an alternative."

Peter blinked "I can't Sidekick you know that right."

Connor sighed.

"No I mean you talk me through in the field with an earpiece and put cameras in my mask, so you can guide me through stuff."

Peter had done this before, but he hadn't thought that trouble would find Connor, but now..

"Alright, but we need to get you a new suit,because what you're wearing now is terrible."

"This coming from the guy who started out in long johns?"

"Hey my wife's a model you pick up a few tricks."

Well one more chap down, Connor will get a new suit, and Pete takes a role as an advisor. Batman Beyond anyone?