A/N: Before we get started, I want to say that this chapter is marking a bit of a divergence between the show and my work. For one, it's starting to tie into the MCU a bit. Such as with certain events. But it's still different from it since Spiderman and the web warriors aren't a thing. Plus Iron Fist is a middle aged man in Netflix and still alive in contrast to my Iron Fist who was a young man when he died. There's also the fact that Deadpool doesn't exist in the MCU, yet. So, carry on.
"Are you sure you want to do this?! I've met my fair share of masked men looking for revenge, and it nearly never goes well!" the pilot asked over the screaming wind that was pushing into his cockpit.
"He was my friend. He helped me get to a better place in my life with his wisdom—" the man spoke with a thick portuguese accent. The pilot was barely able to make out the words thanks to it and the winds combined — "It is the least I can do for him. Find his killer and bring him the justice he deserves."
The man sat down cross legged in front of the open door holding on to nothing. Yet he was able to remain in place without being sucked into the sky below where a watery grave waited for him.
The mask on his face that was loosely tied together in the back had the loose ends be whipped violently by the wind.
But his manly mustache was flawless. No wind affected it as it stood resting between his perfect lips and chiseled chin. Yum!
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What the FuCK! What the hell are you doing here Wade?!
Nothing. I just got bored. I was told that I was going to be in this story. Not that I was going to cameo in it! You mother fu…
Out! Out! I have no use for you!
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Whoa! Stop shooting! This isn't the place to.
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Yack! How are you even…! We're getting off track here!
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Real Mature Wade.
*door slams*
Good. He's gone. On to the story. Geez though, seem like he's mad. I'm gonna have to include him in the story soon again or else another incident may happen.
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The wind whistled in the man's ears as he launched himself off the SHIELD vehicle. It was a cold night in New York, made colder by being above the Ocean. Only thin fabric separated him and the contact of the air. It wouldn't be enough for most men, but he didn't care. He'd spent months in the cold of the Siberian mountains. A little Ocean breeze wasn't going to screw with him.
Centimeters before he would've hit the water, the man opened up his arms which were now hooked to his side and opened up a glider.
He floated out of the ocean's reach and floated up a bit. The water cast a reflection with the help of the moon which he ignored. He's seen himself in the red suit far more times than he would like. Vanity was not his strong suit.
The distance between him and the Triskelion — which was still being remodelled after the last event that destroyed it — was closing fast. A wall of sand suddenly erected before remolding itself into a bridge which would soften the man's landing.
After a brief plunge into the sand which resulted in the man spinning around like a tumbleweed, he got up and dusted himself off. Taking that as his cue, Sandman reconstituted himself and returned to helping out with the construction.
"What is happening here?" the man turned to a crew man.
"We're rebuilding. Some freak in a floating surfboard came out of nowhere claiming something about realities and hunger. The Web Warriors cast him out, but not before destroying this whole estate. At least we get paid for this," he answered.
"Tarantula?" a woman in a lab coat came out.
"Please, call me Anton," he smiled. "It is an honour to be greeted from a stunt by a dazzling woman such as yourself," the woman ignored the flirtation.
"My name is Helen Cho, and I have a son," she raised her hand in greeting.
"So, I assume you have a husband?" Anton took her hand in his and gently pressed his lips against the back of her hand.
"No."
"Shame. You were a good catch for your son's father. I can't believe someone would let you out of their grasp," he sighed.
"Thank you for the compliments, but we're here for business. Are we not?" she brushed aside a strand of hair that had fallen in front of her face. Her hair was tied into a bun atop her head but there were two strands that had fallen loose and hung next to her face.
She started walking into the complex motioning for Anton to follow.
The entrance was simple. It was still under construction so it didn't have any grandeur to it. Though this was not where Helen was leading Anton. Instead, she headed over to one of the working elevators and got in. Rows of buttons lined the side. But only a few buttons existed below the Lobby Button. She pressed the 3rd one.
She started talking once they got out into a spectacular facility. Below ground levels were never harmed during the attack.
The labratory where Helen brought Anton was large. Around 20 feet in height, and was a spacious hangar. Scientists walked around and devices buzzed and whizzed about.
"I'm one of the leading scientists in the sciences of Vibranium. Thanks to Wakanda opening up to the world, we are able to start using VIbranium in many of our works," Helen motioned to one of the gliders that flew past.
"In this hangar, we test out variations of our designs before moving them into production. And as vibranium as a substance that is hard to mold to our needs, we do not use it in prototypes. Not to mention its costs.
"But if your country is true to its word and funds our Research and Development in exchange to having you operate on our soil…"
"Do not worry. Our agreement will be honoured. I shall make it happen," Anton interrupted. "It is the way of my family."
"Okay. Well, over here we have the tools that will aid in your mission to recapture the symbiote that caused all our problems in the first place," Helen swiped her keycard into a scanner and opened up the door to a separate room.
This one was tinier in comparison to the hangar. Just a small room where a bunch of devices and weapons were forming a clutter.
"These are assortments of weapons greenlit for production that we gathered hoping they'd fit your taste. If you want, we can also create a new suit for you. Exactly the same in design, but made out of Vibranium," she offered.
"Yes, I would be grateful for that," he pulled off his mask and started to strip.
"Oh, my…" Helen grew red in the face as she turned around.
"You do have some clothes on hand, right?" Anton asked as he handed his costume over to Helen whom blindly grabbed it.
"Yes, I just didn't—I didn't expect you to strip so suddenly" — Helen stammered — "Your clothes will be on the chair in the corner over there," she pointed as she left the room.
Once Helen returned from handing off the costume to one of her colleagues, she noticed that Anton was weighing one of the guns on his hands.
"You know. I fought in the Dirty Wars of '05. These bring back memories. I have to admit that I enjoyed my time served in the military. The adrenaline was what gave my high. It's the reason why I offer my services as a mercenary and why I stay serving my country. But this is something new. I've never gone after an alien," he smiled.
"I appreciate your honesty. Most men just lie through their teeth. Hoping that one of those lies will stick with the person they're trying to woo. They end up losing track of what they've said though. And the symbiote isn't an alien, it's one of the Dark Experiments created by Norman Industries. Stolen by Otto Octavius during his final moments in a struggle to defeat the Spider-man," Helen corrected him.
"Am I doing a good job?" Anton smiled as he delicately grabbed Helen by the waist.
"Of what?"
"Romancing you."
"I don't know, are you?" she smirked as she managed to slip out of his grasp.
"Mmm, playing hard to get are you?" Anton chuckled.
"I don't know what your talking about," Helen recollected herself and put on a straight face, yet she was amused by Anton's actions.
"Do you have any tranq darts? I use them all the time when I hunt my victims. Makes it easier for me to get them when they aren't squirming around," Helen's amusement dispersed as Anton got back to business.
"Yes, what your holding is actually a…"
"I know Meu Querida" — he winked at her — "It's an Archane Illipser. Semi Automatic and capable of hitting targets from up to 4 miles. It's also got settings for the air compression which determine how far it can shoot. Max setting could kill a person or elk. Like I said, I know about this weapon Querida. I'll take it."
"Is that it?"
"It's the only thing I know how to use out of all of this junk."
Helen frowned and scanned the pile of weapons until her eyes stopped on a pair of boots.
"These are shoes designed with the late Spider-man's wall crawling abilities in mind. They manipulate the magnetic waves between atoms and let you cling to any surface. Though they can also be used to float on top of ground for maximum mobility. You could go 100 mph with these. Not only that but they also" — Shing!, metal blades popped out from the bottom of the soles startling them both — "Produce Arctic Vibranium blades. They can corrode through any metal."
This intrigued Anton. He stroked his chin as he examined them.
"They look a bit too big for me, Querida," he observed.
"We can build them into your suit if you want." — she moved over to another object, silver gauntlets this time — "These are similar to those other boots, except that they produce blunt blades coated in toxins. You can knock out an elephant with these. And after you slice into the skin, the toxins quickly heal up the victim so that their venom can be ensured to stay within the body."
"I think I'm in heaven. Not only are you here, Querida, but these weapons are pavorosos!"
"Yes, focus now," — Helen moved to another device — "These are web shooters." she gave him two tiny red devices. "Just put them on your wrist, point and shoot. They react to your mind."
Anton placed the metal cartridges on his wrist and watched in amazement as they enlarged and turned into bracelets to hook onto his arms.
He picked up his hand and pointed to a corner of the room. With a flick of his wrist, a long strand of web shot out and connected with a canister. Anton pulled it in and caught it before it could sail over his head.
"And what's this?" he asked.
"Oh, that's nothing," her eyes widened at the sight of the canister. She quickly took it from his hands and continued, "This is supposed to be in the bioengineering floor. I don't know what it's doing here," she quickly tried to get out of the room, but Anton shot a web at her and pulled her in in a twirl.
"It was a pleasure meeting up with you, Helen," he spoke softly as he gazed into her eyes.
"You're so much like my son's father," she smiled, but her eyes shone something different. Hurt and betrayal.