A quick scan of the food court had revealed it to be blessedly camera free, so Peter was free to make a quick and very necessary pit stop before they left the mall.
"Why are we stopping here?" Chun-Li asked.
Peter gave her a look as he pushed the men's door open. "I'll give you three guesses and none of them count."
Peter had been more than happy to change out of his Spider-Man suit. The last thing he needed was to swing onto the scene of the Shocker or Doc Ock's latest bank heist/world domination scheme with a big brown stain on his tights. I'd be laughed off Manhattan Island. Peter tossed the suit into a shopping bag he'd snagged and finished tightening his belt. I'll deal with this when I get home, but I think it's time I paid another visit to Iron Dad. He groused, rejoining the group outside.
"Man, are you slowing down in your old age or what? I thought you were good at this quick-change stuff." Dante ribbed. He blinked at Peter's Spider-Man sweatshirt. "Is that?"
"Shaddup," Was Peter's eloquent response and he lead them through a nearby set of double doors to the parking garage.
With the day's second appearance of demons, and he wasn't even in Doctor Strange's neighborhood, Pete had decided to do two things. First, he planned to return Lilith to her father. Second, he intended fix up his costume, and fantasize about The Car, for the rest of the day.
Dante and Chun-Li had opted to tag along, supposedly for both the sake of the girl, who was still bemoaning her inability to jump into the fight, and to properly tease Tony Stark in person. Chun-Li seemed especially keen on this. Peter suspected it involved the Avengers International party that Tony had hosted at Stark Tower a few months back. It had been to celebrate the new open-door policy of the Avengers Initiative, and S.H.I.E.L.D. by proxy, with other peacekeeping organizations like the B.S.A.A. and Interpol. While the event of Galactus moseying by, again, and deciding Earth looked like a good snack, again, was not unheard of, the appearance of an army backing the world eater was, so, not again for that one.
Because of said army, which S.H.I.E.L.D. had dubbed "The Imitation Heralds" thanks to their resemblance to Galactus' ex-herald the Silver Surfer, the various groups had been forced to swallow their pride and work together. Since this lead directly to Earth not being eaten, the ensuing public relations goldmine had resulted in the organizations deciding to formalize their cooperation from here-on-out. It was this particular policy that had suckered Peter into working with Interpol, and thus Chun-Li, in the first place.
The event had actually gone rather well, until it was discovered that the bartender hired for the party did not know the unspoken rules of Stark Tower, and had been perfectly happy to serve Tony liquor. Things had progressed fairly predictably from there, culminating with Tony "complimenting" Chun-Li. At length. Over the P.A. system. Being an official guest from Interpol, and very much in the spotlight thanks to the media coverage at the event, she had been forced to simply weather the storm of Tony-style compliments, and had been nursing an urge to get even with him ever since.
In the end, it was just one more thing for Peter to deal with when they got back. On the bright side, there was The Car.
"So, how're we getting to Stark's place, anyway? Do we just grab on tight or...or..." Dante trailed off, following Peter's finger all the way to the other side of the parking garage, and The Car. The realization stopped the demon hunter dead in his tracks.
"That's how. Wouldn't be right to make a lady walk, after all." Peter replied, not even trying to keep the smug grin off his lips.
Dante's mouth dropped open. "Oh. Oh, you asshole."
"Yep," Peter replied pleasantly.
"A Ferrari," The demon hunter ground out, voice filled with naked envy. "You have, a Ferrari." Judging by the way his hands twitched, the demon hunter was torn between strangling Peter and feeling up the car. So far, indecision was keeping Peter un-strangled and the car un-fondled.
"How. And why?" Dante bit out, eyes firmly locked on the car in question.
"Tony. And ... well, Tony."
"Daddy has a whole garage of 'em," Lilith interjected helpfully. "I saw a bunch more when those scythe guys came after us the first time."
"I hate him. I hate him so much." The glower Dante through Peter's way was only just short of lighting him on fire. "And I hate you too for having it."
Pete chuckled quietly. "It's sort of a loaner actually. Kinda for the best too; the parking near my building is pricey enough to make Norman Osborn choke."
Chun-Li took her gaze away from the Ferrari and quirked a suspicious eyebrow at Peter. "What happened to the rental?"
Peter's reaction was immediate and predictable. The Chinese woman suddenly had his very best pleading, hang-dog look fully directed at her. A firm shake of his head was added just in case there was any misunderstanding.
Once again, the youngest of the group decided to answer. "You mean the clown car? It's back at daddy's. He said," Lilith tried to deepen her voice to Tony's level for the proper effect, "'She's a Stark, and we don't ride in clown cars'."
Chun-Li fought a smile at Lilith's summation of Peter's rental car. At least that means he didn't wreck it, the Chinese woman thought. She still had flashbacks to the last time she and Peter had driven somewhere, and none of them were pleasant. She grimaced, I haven't had to throw up like that since my twenty-first birthday.
"Wow kiddo, your impressions stink."
Lilith turned her wide red eyes on the demon hunter, absolutely flabbergasted.
"They don't stink!"
Dante made a show of pinching his nose closed and shaking his head. Neither action was able to wipe the small grin off his face though. Revenge was often petty, and sometimes, so was Dante.
"You're just mad cuz you look old," Lilith snapped and crossed her arms petulantly at him. "With your... your old white hair."
"Oh yeah? Well I can't hear you from all the way down there," His grin widened a shade, watching as the little girl struggled for a comeback.
Chun-Li took one step forward, ready to intervene, and bumped right into Peter's arm. She looked back and forth from Peter to the quarreling half-demons. "...Are you sure?"
"Yeah," Peter whispered conspiratorially to her. "Maybe they'll wear each other out."
The Chinese Interpol agent considered this scenario, then nodded sagely.
"Peter~" Lilith whined. "The old guy in the trashy coat is being mean to me."
Dante shrugged insincerely. "Sorry, it's just that I've never met a gnome before."
"A gnome! I don't look like a gnome!" Lilith cried, shaking her head most emphatically.
"Break it up," Peter intervened, moving between them and clapping his hands in the most scathingly sarcastic way he could manage. "Break it up. If you two don't shape up, I'm turning that," he pointed at the Ferrari, "station wagon right around and we can all just not go to Wally World."
"Wally wha?" Lilith asked, teenage annoyance swiftly replaced by confusion.
"Sure," Dante grinned, content to quietly enjoy his brief spot of vengeance. At least until he got a shot at her mother. Costume of me huh? I'll show her.
Chun-Li shook her head, though not without a grin."Really? Wally World?"
"I will not have the classics sassed in my presence!" Peter declared fiercely. "Now pile in the car or so help me I'll get my rolled up newspaper."
The demon hunter chuckled. "You would know all about getting whacked with rolled up newspapers. By the way: I call dibs on shotgun."
"Wait," Chun-Li felt dread slowly march its way into her stomach when she saw Peter approach the driver's side of the car. "Are you going to drive?"
Pete glanced back at her innocently, idly fished the keys out of his jeans pocket, and twirled them around his finger with a small grin. Memories of their last drive came roaring back, and Chun-Li forced herself to take a deep breath that utterly failed to sooth her suddenly alarmed nerves.
"Oh," She tried to smile casually, but it felt too wide and tense to look genuine. Her voice might have also cracked, just a little. "Alright."
Arkham knew the second group of demons had perished the moment the last of them had fallen. The tiny portion of his power that he'd bound to the Hell Vanguard had proven an excellent source of information, on both the young hybrid child and those arrayed in her defense.
The hybrid was useless in combat, all but cowering behind cover until the danger had passed. Pitiful. Perhaps her earlier kill during the probe at Stark's home was just a fluke, though he needed more data to be sure. Her two apparent guardians had been completely absorbed in the fight, either forgetting about their charge or simply hoping she'd stay hidden and out of danger If Arkham wanted to kill the child, it would only require smothering her in minions while her guards were distracted. Fortunately for her, he had no designs on House Aensland itself. The appearance of that intolerable little creature Dante had been unexpected, and the crushed stone table and scattered books had gone a long way to smothering his reaction to Sparda's bastard, but it had served to harden Arkham's resolve to reach his goal.
What he was interested in, and what Bhaal had already reported on, was the state of affairs in Makai proper. Sparda's seal on the gates between Makai and the human world had made crossing between the two both difficult and high profile. Not only was immense power required to open the gate, but the main gate was also under the constant scrutiny of the Hell Lords, intent that no weakening of Sparda's seal would escape their notice. As such, a successful crossing was only possible for powerful demons, and it always caused a stir in the higher powers of Makai. The human called Doom's recent resurrection of Sparda's other half blood son was still fresh in the minds of many in Makai, and none of them liked the precedent it set: that a human could have more power over the gate than them. Combined with the current power struggle in the wake of the death of both Mundus and Jedah, Makai's great houses were left chaotic and paranoid. Even more so than usual.
And now, two groups of minor, essentially feral, devils had appeared in the human world with no obvious commanding power to facilitate their crossing of the realms. Bhaal had already reported that Mephisto was rallying forces, evidently suspecting that Sparda's seal on the gate was weakening. Satannish was eying Mephisto's territories even more intently, now that they're defenses were being slowly shunted away to whatever fool dream Mephisto had. Morrigan had, of course, returned home. No doubt to search for those responsible for the attempt on her hybrid brat's life. Firebrand was his normal chaotic self, and had been seen spearheading several incursions into the territory of other lords for the pleasure of his Red Arremers. This had only exacerbated the situation, and accusations flew between lords that somebody had purchased the services of the Red Arremers as either an army or a distraction. Even that insufferable aristocrat Dmitri Maximoff was taking notice of the situation, though to what degree and end was unclear. And Lucifer, well, nothing much seemed to rattle the unofficial Hell Lord. He seemed content to simply watch his realm tear into itself for his own perverse amusement and hadn't shown any interest in the gate since Sparda had first rebelled.
However, all this meant that the watchful eyes on the gate itself were turning instead to their fellow Hell Lords. The gate, if the seal was indeed weakening, was a prize no self respecting demon could pass up. It would mean unhindered access to the human world, all the spoils within, and an unprecedented boost in prestige. If things kept going as they were, it could easily spell civil war for Makai. All it needed was a little push.
Arkham was happy to oblige. After all, it was only polite to give the people what they desired.
When she was much younger, and her father Belial had been the head of the Aensland house, Morrigan had enjoyed Lucifer Morningstar's company immensely, and the purported rumored demon king had taken to treating her like a favored niece. By any account he was a very handsome demon. With shoulder-length straight blond hair, a tall, slender frame and a pair of engaging blue eyes, few would ever look at him as anything more than an attractive young gentlemen with a knack for mischief. Of course Morrigan Aensland knew better and not just because she was a demon herself. She'd witnessed him attend to things which had displeased him a few times in the past, and the results were always spectacular to behold. Tricking that little upstart demon Angra, who had decided he would look better on a throne than Lucifer, into attempting to attack a Godhand was still one of Morrigan's favorite stories. While it was still heavily debated if Lucifer was the actual Lucifer, such claims had been made by nearly every Hell Lord since time immemorial, nobody could question his ability. Besides, Morrigan was perfectly willing to humor him, if nothing else.
"So my little Morri, I hear congratulations are in order, went and started a new generation. Gotta be exciting, eh?" Lucifer idly tugged at one of the gold buttons on his dark blue suit jacket. The Hell Lord enjoyed formal clothes, saying they made him look spiffy.
He was also nothing if not superbly well informed and that, more than anything else, was what brought Morrigan to him today. The succubus lounged comfortably in an excessively large leather chair that could be accurately called a throne, the same sort Lucifer currently occupied behind his desk, and she couldn't help but admire the rumored demon king's "old-fashioned" taste. The room was lit by a few ornate silver torches mounted on the walls and a large hearth on the right wall that forced the shadows in the room to dance wildly. A massive burgundy rug, decorated in pentagrams and some other satanic symbols humans ascribed to him that he found amusing, lay under Lucifer's desk and bled out to reach both Morrigan's chair and the his own. It lacked some of the niceties of house Aensland to be sure, the various electronic devices which she'd acquired from the human world being paramount, it was not without its charms.
"Mm-hm, a daughter. Lilith is much as I remember her when she was my sister," Morrigan smiled at the memory of the young succubus who had been her younger sibling. The original Lilith had been born from a portion of Morrigan's own powers which her father had separated from her at birth. The little dear had remerged with Morrigan during Jedah's plot to take over Makai, but it seemed the girl had been restless inside her and had found an easy way back into the world. Being reborn as Morrigan's own daughter, or at least that was the succubus' idle theory, was certainly a novel idea. "Though this time around, she seems to be attracting a great deal more attention."
Lucifer leaned back in his chair, the black dress shoes he wore already firmly rested on his large obsidian desk, and grinned. "So I hear. A few Hell Prides getting through the gate? Weird news if you ask me," His blue eyes suddenly regarded the succubus a shade more intensely. "Just try and keep her from locking up the ol' gate any more than it is. I do have a world of uppity little demons to keep in order, as it were. Got enough trouble with hybrids already, feel me?"
"I'll try to keep her in hand," Morrigan smiled. She gave a lazy wave of her hand to dismiss the subject, "But that's not important. I came to ask if you knew who might be after the poor girl. Goodness knows I don't want them to think it'd be easy."
"Ah-ha. Well, anybody who knows about her could be gunning for her. Hybrids and all. And by the way, Stark? I always thought ol' reactor chest would be shooting glowing blanks," He rolled one shoulder in a shrug. "But, gut feeling says Mephisto, he's the one who's been most active upstairs recently. He's probably still sulking over that advice I gave him, and's looking to prove he's not a completely empty headed so-and-so."
Morrigan hummed thoughtfully. "Possible, but I doubt he'd know about her. I was very careful about keeping myself, and her when the time came, in my home and out of sight. And he despises low level devils like the Prides or any of the Sins. He has this funny little idea that using them makes him look weak."
"True, true, and true. But he's the one looking at the gate the hardest right now. Thinks that if he can nab it while its weak, he can grab a good chunk of the human world while we all have our horns down."
"And then he'd meet Doctor Strange. Again." Morrigan couldn't help but chuckle at that particularly memory.
Lucifer grinned in return. "Hey, Mephisto is a lot of things, and while stupid ain't exactly it, he's still a stubborn bastard. Plus, he loves his ego enough that he might honestly try to swing it." Lucifer swung his feet off the table and sat a little straighter in his chair. "To be honest, with things running the way they are, it's been really hard to get a solid read on things. Those Prides actually using the gate, twice, mind you, has everybody all twitchy. Even a few of my better contacts have gone 'poof'. Things keep on like this, we might have a real rumble."
That was news to Morrigan. There hadn't been a civil war in Makai since Sparda rebelled; skirmishes and power plays to be sure, but a full scale war in Makai was an entirely different matter. And with a possible war brewing, that meant all manner of lies, misinformation, and back-room deals would be happening between the various factions. Whoever knew about Lilith could be looking to use that information either directly against house Aensland, or sell it for favors with another powerful demon house. This not only dramatically increased the potential suspect pool, it made information gathering even more difficult. It also meant that Lucifer, who for all his casual swagger was still de-facto custodian of Makai, would be hard-pressed to keep things as "civil" as possible. He would be very busy for the foreseeable future.
"So we can't be sure who is after Lilith?" The succubus asked with a noticeable frown. "How... unfortunate." Morrigan had hoped to have the perpetrator of the attacks dealt with before they became more serious. While she always enjoyed a thrill, and Lilith was shaping up to be that way as well, the child was still quite young and vulnerable. Her powers hadn't even fully manifest yet, and her half-breed nature would make her a target to any demon with an eye for climbing the social ladder of Makai. And anything foolish enough to directly threaten what's mine deserves my full attention. I do have a reputation to tend to, dreary as it can be.
The Hell Lord smiled apologetically. "I'm afraid, for the moment, no. But I'll keep my ear to the ground. Secrets have a way of getting to me, sooner rather than later, and besides I like you Morri. Messing with my favorite girl ain't nice and-" Lucifer paused mid sentence. A gold eyebrow quirked and he hummed in quiet intrigue. "Well, I think we just caught a break."
Morrigan leaned forward, green eyes flashing eagerly. "Oh? Do tell."
"It seems that somebody just went through the gate. A big somebody, from a good little far away," Lucifer sniffed the air, as though he could smell the surge of power associated with the use of the gate. For all Morrigan knew, he actually could. "Smells like sorcery. Interesting, most demons use their own power to go through. Somebody wants to stay under the radar. And, if I'm not mistaken, our newest gate alumni isn't a demon proper. It's from...hm, haven't heard from Scion or his monsters in a long while. Thought he sulked off after he got thrown down here, wizards are bad about that."
Curiosity settled into the succubus' voice. "Scion?"
"Mm-hm. He was a wizard who wanted to control the human world a couple of millennia ago and tried to do it by summoning big angry monsters to smack people around until they fell in line. That was back when the 'one adventurer and his friends take down the evil plans of the dark lord" thingy was still new..."
"You're rambling Lou," the succubus pointed out.
"Ah, sorry. It happens when you get to be my age," Lucifer chuckled at his own joke, then clapped his hands together with a triumphant smile. "Ah-ha! I knew I remembered who that was! Man I haven't seen Red Hauzer in action in ages."
Morrigan was standing in a moment, pink energy already rippling along her curvaceous form. "And I suppose he is after Lilith?"
"For sure."
"Thank you Lou. I'll be in touch," With that, the succubus queen vanished in a shimmer of demonic energy.
With Peter driving, and Dante riding shotgun, it had fallen on Chun-Li to sit in the backseat with Lilith. She'd been a little surprised that such a car even had a backseat, though it felt like it was closer to a half of one, but Peter had replied that when it came to Tony Stark, she shouldn't be too surprised. Whether that was a shot at how obscenely rich Tony was, or was referring to more sordid backseat related activities, the Chinese woman honestly wasn't sure. However, she did make it a point to check her shoes to make sure she hadn't stepped in anything sticky when she'd gotten in.
"Yeah. Hey kid, if you see any balloons back there, don't touch 'em," Dante had taunted from the front seat.
That particular joke didn't make Chun-Li feel any better.
"'Kay?" Lilith replied, clearly not quite understanding.
"So, I didn't get the chance to ask, what're you doing back in the States Dante?" Peter asked, dodging a motorcycle by all of a hair's breadth and making Chun-Li feel distinctly queasy. "Thought you were back in Limbo City, doing your best to annoy Doctor Doom."
Somehow, Dante seemed completely unbothered by Peter's skills behind the wheel. "Eh, drawing Hitler mustaches on every picture of the guy got boring. 'Sides, I heard about this new pizza place in town that's supposed to be crazy."
This revelation was met with a few moments of silence as Peter turned onto the interstate. The Chinese Interpol agent quietly prepared herself for the worst. The first obstacle presented itself in the form of three cars, each occupying different lanes, that didn't seem to care about the Ferrari's need to get across. Pete, still seemingly mulling over Dante's reason for coming to the States, casually weaved through them and into the fast lane. A quick glance out the rear window told Chun-Li that, thankfully, none of the cars had slammed into each other.
"Pizza?"
"Ya-huh."
"You," Peter stated, sounding bemused, "flew across the Atlantic, which is an ocean by the way, to try some pizza joint?"
Dante glanced at the driver with a frown. "You know, it's funny, but I could swear that Trish and Lady said the same thing."
Peter just shook his head. "I want to be surprised. I really do, but it's just not coming."
"What's coming?" Lilith chimed in curiously.
Dante chuckled while Peter groaned loudly.
"By the way, I was wondering," Lilith started with raised lavender eyebrows. "You said you called 'dibs' earlier Dante. What's 'dibs'?"
Dante shrugged his shoulders. "It's saying something is yours before anybody else gets the chance," Here he began to attempt to animate his words with hand gestures. "Like, you see a pizza you want, but some other people want it to. You call 'dibs'," the demon hunter slapped a fist into his palm for emphasis on this point, "on it first, and it's yours. It's pretty much a law."
"No, it really isn't," Chun-Li muttered, eager to grab onto a distraction from the road.
"Is too," the demon hunter replied immediately. "By the way, watch out for that limo."
"Oh, you mean that really long black car right there? Glad you're here to point these things out," Peter groused and made another quick lane change that put Chun-Li right back on edge. As she tried to force herself further into the seat, she was glad the backseat, for its lack of size, was at least comfortable.
Dante watched the limo pass through his window and gave an impressed whistle. "You missed it," The demon hunter clapped a few times. "Ten points."
"Shaddup," Peter grinned. Guess I found the second person who likes my driving. In the same day no less. Go me.
The half-succubus sat forward, hand gently cupping her chin, as she processed this new information. A smile crossed her lips a moment later, and she shot Chun-Li a quick, conspiratorial glance. The Chinese woman caught it, blinked, and watched the girl quickly reach out and touch Peter on the shoulder, giving the Interpol agent a triumphant look.
"Dibs!"
There were three, very different reactions to this proclamation. Peter choked, and nearly swerved into another lane and the eighteen wheeler semi-truck there in. Dante bent forward, holding his stomach as he exploded into laughter. Chun-Li felt her eyebrows shoot into her hairline and very nearly didn't recognize her own voice.
"What?" She demanded.
"Dibs. I call dibs."
"The hell you do!" Both Peter Parker and Chun-Li Zang shouted in perfect unison.
Dante laughed even harder.
Lilith's smile faltered slightly. "Oh, did you already call 'dibs'?" She sounded honestly disappointed at this possibility.
Chun-Li, the self proclaimed strongest woman in the world, felt herself falter at his question. "Wha... no I didn't but..."
The little half-succubus's smile returned in full force. "Dibs then!"
"Wha? N-No!" The Chinese woman's face was turning an interesting shade of pink. "You can't call 'dibs' on a person!"
Lilith studied the indignant Chinese woman for a moment, looking thoughtful. "Well, if it makes you feel better, I guess we could share... "
"'Share'!" Dante howled. "Yeah Peter, they can share you. Wouldn't that be cool?"
"La-La-La! I can't hear any of you!" Peter shouted at the other people in the car, thoroughly embarrassed and more than a little nauseous at the idea of a girl, who couldn't even get a learners permit, trying to call dibs on him. He hadn't liked it when that psycho Korean lady with the glowing eye had tried to do the same thing either, especially because she'd gone and phrased the whole thing as "come into my little web, Spider-Man". I'm the only one allowed to make spider puns. And nobody should be making spider innuendos.
It was at that moment that he felt a familiar ring in the back of his head. When asked to explain his spider-sense, Peter would often liken it to a ring, or chime in the back of his head. Anytime something unpleasant decided to direct its unpleasantness at him, he'd hear that ring in the back of his mind, pointing out where the danger was coming from so he had time to avoid it. And the more dangerous something was, the louder the ring was. For the absolute worst sorts of things, like an unusually sneaky giant robot, or a group of super villains or, god help him, Deadpool, the ring went from roughly the same level as an annoying alarm clock to an air horn going off next to his head. The ping he got in that moment, was best described as from seat at a rock concert. No normal highway obstacle he'd dealt with so far had caused his spider-sense to go that haywire, be they car, truck, bike, or little old lady in a wheelchair.
Peter turned his attention back to the road, just in time to see a large azure colored vortex spring to life in the middle of the highway a few hundred feet in front of them. The dark center of the vortex brightened, and out of the light stepped the insane spawn of a medieval dragon and a Tyrannosaurs Rex. It's hide was a bright angry red, appeared tall enough to easily peek over a single story house, and sported a pair of goat-like horns towards the back of its skull. Taking a moment to gauge its surroundings, it turned its attention to the Ferrari approaching it, dropped its conveniently person-sized mouth, with a patently terrifying number of steak knife sized teeth, and roared.
Peter, who had still been half-way through yelling over the other people in the car, had this to say about the situation. "La-La-JESUS!" He swiftly swerved out of the way of both angry dinosaur and rapidly closing portal, and slammed on the gas. A quick glance in the rearview mirror showed only Chun-Li's shocked expression and a small sliver of the rear window. "Was that what I think it was?"
Dante obligingly lowered the passenger side window, leaned out and took a look. "Might be wrong, but I'm about eighty percent sure it's a dinosaur."
"Are you kidding?" Chun-Li demanded and tried to turn around for a look herself.
Lilith voiced her concern as well, "Let's beat it up!"
"Nope. Been to the Savage Land, so I got a good look at a few," the demon hunter replied. He paused for a moment, then with an audible grin in his voice, added, "Looks like the dinosaur is chasing us, so I'm upping that probability up to ninety-five percent. Dinosaurs love to chase things."
"Why?" Peter all but screamed. "Why do we live in a world where somebody can just say that!"
Dante laughed at what he felt was a patently absurd question. "You kidding? I wouldn't have it any other way! This is one big crazy world we live in," The demon hunter un-holstered the twin Colt M1911 pistols, Ebony and Ivory, that were his trademark. "And I can't wait to start this party!"
With that proclamation, Dante gleefully put boot to Ferrari and kicked the passenger side door clean off. The car swerved away from the impact, forcing Peter to fight the steering wheel for control while the new hole let a harsh rush of air to invade the car. Peter thought he caught sight of the mangled aqua door briefly enjoying its new freedom, by repeatedly slamming itself into the quickly moving blacktop, before it vanished behind them.
Being the sensible, level headed person that he was, Peter Parker was compelled to comment on this. "Dante, what the hell are you-"
Pete trailed off when the demon hunter, smiling with almost frenzied eagerness, hurled himself out of the still moving vehicle with a hoot of exhilaration. This left the three remaining occupants of the car to stare at the space he'd so suddenly vacated, speechless.
"Huh." Chun-Li surmised, her feelings about Peter's driving temporarily forgotten in the face of this new development. "Shit..."
Alright, we're back in action with a new name. Ought 12 is looking good. I'm ready for you Mayans. Thanks to all my reviewers and fans for your awesome support. You guys make this all the more fun. Thanks also to my beta reader Dealer who keeps making this story better.
Note: I've been asked if the Lucifer in this story is the same one from The Sandman. He is not and I've honestly never heard of it before a few reviewers brought it up. So, a funny coincidence but nothing else, sorry if you guys were hoping for something more. Just wanted to clear that up.
As with all fan fiction, I own nothing but the premise. Everything else is entirely owned by Marvel Comics or Capcom respectively.
