Out of every spider in the whole world, there is only one species that is the most deadliest to humans...
It's called the Phoneutria...
More commonly known as the Brazilian Wandering spider or the banana spider, it's venom is the most lethal to any human being. Mostly because the venom, when it gets into your body, attacks the nervous system and causes the heartbeat to become unstable.
If anyone were to ask Peter how he knew that, he wouldn't be able to tell you...
He wouldn't be able to tell you a lot about himself if he was telling the truth. It's been 12 years since he's had a somewhat normal life.
If you count being held in a holding cell for the first 3 years of your life, normal.
The one thing that was different back then was that he had his mother right beside him...
The memories are still a little bit foggy but he can remember the important parts of it. He remembers his mother telling him to never give up, to endure, he remembers how she held him and wouldn't let go...
He remembers when they shot her and dragged him away from her dying body...
The one thing he does wish he could forget is cemented into his brain. Every time he closes his eyes, he dreams of pain, and death and most importantly, her. Lying in the cold cell alone with all of her blood pooling around her.
His mother was shot right in front of him and he couldn't do a damn thing to stop it.
Some would say that it was illogical for Peter to think like that since he was only three at the time.
Actually, if his superiors found out he was thinking about this at all, they'd probably just kill him to be rid of the trouble that he'd cause.
But to this day, even after it happened over a decade ago, he sits in his room at the academy and contemplates what I'd be like to have a mother again. He essentially tortures himself day in and day out with these thoughts, about the what if's.
It's also not like anyone could stop him, the last person who gave a single rats ass about him is long gone. No one cares enough about him to try and comfort him.
Especially not in a place like the Red Room...
When Peter first started his training, there was only two people who knew about him. His handler and a paid mercenary that Peter never really liked. He did know he went by the name of Taskmaster though.
He hoped he never had to see that crazy man again...
But after a couple months of his training, he was sent over to the academy where the best spies are made.
His first day of being there, he was essentially cut open like a experiment so they could stabilize his abilities he got during his little stay at Hydra. They all hoped that the tests would hopefully make him stronger and better than Captain America on a good day.
He also met Madame B after he was thrown back into his room, scared out of his mind with these new powers that he acquired.
Mind you, that he was still only three at the time, almost four...
He remembers the cold stone look in Madame's eyes that day, not that it has ever changed. He remembers her cold Russian voice demanding him and telling him he would train to be the best soldier any of them would see, the stepping stone to the future.
He trained and trained and trained, day in and day out to become the best assassin they had ever seen. He watched as all the females silently got jealous because this male kid that showed up out of no where, this child was beating them at their own game.
He heard all the comments over the years about how he was stronger than Captain America, smarter than Iron-Man, more precise than Hawkeye, and slowly become a better assassin than both Winter Soldier and Black Widow combined.
Needless to say the other students didn't like that one bit. Not just because he was a boy, even though that played a big factor. They hated him because he was so much better than them, that he'd never make a mistake, that he'd always get praise from the superiors and Madame B personally.
It made them all very angry at him...
At the age of 5, a year and a half after he joined the academy, he killed for his very first time. They were a couple he assumed, married perhaps. They both kind of looked familiar to Peter but at the time, he didn't know who they were. In that moment, they were only his mission, nothing more nothing less.
It was years later that he learned that he killed his aunt and uncle that day...
He was handed a gun and told to shot the man first. Without any hesitation, he pulled the trigger and watched as the blood started to flow out of the man's head, slowly trickling down his clothes and staining them a dark crimson. He looked over to the woman and realized she was crying. Without having being told, he raised the gun and shot her too in the head, watching as the body collapsed into the wooden chair as her eyes lost all of their light.
He looked back at Madame B, who was in the room, and surprisingly, she smiled at him. Which looked wrong with how cold her eyes were. She nodded once and grabbed the gun from him before motioning the guards to escort the Spider back to his cell.
He received a little bit better proportions that night.
After that fist time, it was just kill, after kill, after kill with him. Apparently, he was the best suited for the job, even though he was the youngest person in the building. He watched as the girls slowly started to become more and more angry with him, and eventually when they started to use him as their punching back, he just endured it. He knew that if he fought back, he'd receive punishment and he didn't want that whatsoever.
At the age of 7, Peter was allowed to make something of his very own. Since his enhancements had changed him and he's half spider now, he has developed quite the list of powers.
Some include walking on any surface, weather it be a wall or a roof, he had enhanced senses, a healing factor, venom, increased super human strength, stamina and speed, and another cool one was his natural webbing.
He wanted to make a device that would help him shot out his webbing and make it go ten times the distance if he ever needed it to. He was allowed a whole week in a lab while being supervised to build his creation.
It was a device that attached to his wrists and extended to his palm, that's where the button was to open up the device and allow his webbing to come through. It could only be activated with tons of pressure so he was essentially the only one that could press the button.
The web shooters, as he calls them, were a lot of help during his missions. Whenever someone would try to escape, he'd shoot his webs at them then finish them off, quick and easy without anyone knowing he was there.
Needless to say that he was a pretty smart kid growing up, and he still is...
Around the academy, he heard a couple of the guard's conversations sometimes and they called him a name that he's grown quite attached to for some reason.
They call him the Ghost Spider...
He's the most effective spy and assassin they have seen since Black Widow. He never leaves a trace and his targets are always dead before they even realize something is wrong. No one ever sees him coming.
At the age of 10, with five years of killing, he reached over 100 people killed by his hands and reveled a new technique for interrogations.
Peter found out that if he injected his prey with his venom, they'd get some side effects. Now of course, after a certain time frame they would die and all, but it really helps out the interrogation and causes them to suffer more.
Lots of people experience constant chest pains, nausea, it becomes hard for them to breath, bleeding nose, salivating, and if they are male, they have constant painful erections, and if they aren't dead after 5 minutes, then they slowly suffocate from lack of oxygen.
When Madame B found out about his venom properties, he was instantly sent to the lab and they sucked out his venom to use whenever they felt like it.
At the age of 11, he was sent on a mission with The Winter Solider...
The mission was going all according to plan until Solider decided to not take the shot for some reason, causing Peter to chase after the man and slit his throat before he could alert anyone.
When he made it back to the academy, the soldier was dragged out by some Hydra men who didn't look all that happy. The whole time this was happening, the Soldier was looking at him with a different mix of emotions behind his eyes, which Peter decided to ignore.
He never saw the Solider again after that...
At the age of 13, they decided that he needed a bit more protection while he was out on missions so they built him a suit that resembled a spider.
It was all black so he could still sneak around with it, but it also added a layer of protection on him that would ensure that he'd be less banged up by the end of the mission.
The suit allowed him to kill his victims 10 times more effectively than before. Which is saying a lot since he has never failed before.
At age 15, on the exact day of his birth, not that Peter knew that of course. He barley even knew if it was day or night most of the time, was when the Spider had finally had enough and snapped...
It was a normal day at the academy, the Spider was sitting on his cot, in his room waiting incase someone needed him.
After about 7 hours, 25 minutes, and 17 seconds of waiting since he woke up, he heard the door unlock and a couple guards stepped in to escort him out.
He made his way down the hall and realized that the girls glares were a lot more hateful today for some reason, some had slight smiles which caused his spider sense to tingle, so he kept his guard up all the way to where they were going.
Turns out he was right to do so, cause as soon as he stepped foot into the room, his sense yelled at him to move which he did so without any sweat. He looked over at the guards and realized that they were guarding the door to make sure he didn't get out.
Well this was just unfair...
He looked in front of him and recognized that the three women standing there were the top of their class and set to graduate in a month. The eldest one spoke up first.
"ты доставил нам много хлопот, паук." (You have caused a lot of trouble for us spider.) She said with a glare that could make even the toughest of men wither under, but not Peter.
"Вы уверены, что ваша неудача как-то связана со мной?" (Are you sure your failure has anything to do with me?) Peter asked with a blank look across his face and a raised eyebrow, causing the older women's glare to intensify.
She pulls out her knife that was attached to her hip before responding, "неважно, в конце концов, ты будешь на полу истекать кровью!" (It doesn't matter, at the end of this, you'll be the one on the floor bleeding out!). She lunged at Peter with the knife held firmly in her hands.
None of them even stood a chance against him...
The fight was over in less that 5 minutes. Peter pulled the hidden gun front the first girl and killed her instantly and after that, he engaged into hand to hand combat with the other two before he could sink his fangs into them, and kill them.
Peter had this look in his eyes, he knew he was powerful and could easily kill everyone in the base, why hadn't he thought of that before. No one could match up to his strength if he actually decided that he wanted to finally get out of this hell hole.
As he stood above the twitching corpses of the last two girls, he heard his mother's words in the back of his mind. One of the many lessons that she taught him before they took her away from him.
'Power is neither good nor evil Peter, but it's user gets to decide which one it'll be. Remember that in the future son, and always pick good power over evil.'
At the time, he thought it was just his mother trying to give him some parting wisdom before they would be separated, but now looking back at that one moment, it kind of hits deeper for Peter now.
He has all of this power he used for the Red Room or Hydra. But, deep down he has always known it wasn't for good. He's killed people for others and some of them were probably really nice.
Hell, he's killed children before without even batting an eyelash.
He knows that some people just don't deserve to live, and he doesn't doubt that some people that he's killed have probably deserved it.
But that doesn't mean all of them did...
His eyes turn to slits and Peter sees red. He knows now what he has to do, if he wants any chance of having a life outside of killing innocent people for a bad organization, he's gonna have to fight his way out of this, one kill at a time.
Peter turned around to face the guards who are looking at him with hidden fear behind their eyes which causes him to smirk.
Whiteout warning, he jumps at them and kills them both within seconds. He knows the only way to get out of here is to essentially kill everyone in the base, he takes a deep breath before exhaling out his nose.
It's gonna be a long day...
Peter ran through that base like a caged animal trying to get out. His eyes where still slits and he could barely even control his movements, he was working purely on instinct.
After a long gruesome battle between him and the rest of the academy, Peter marched his way with his head held up high, over to Madame B's office.
When he kicked open the door, he was still covered in all the different amounts of blood from his enemies. Letting it slowly drip down his curly hair, staining his black shirt and sweatpants.
He made eye contact with Madame B, who was sitting at her office chair with a gun pointed directly at the young boy. Peter only glared harder in her direction, getting into a fighting position incase he needed to act fast.
Only one left to go...
"I'm impressed Spider, you've managed to best everyone in this building." She said calmly, while still pointing the gun in his direction. He made no indication that he heard her, just kept staring at the gun trained on his head.
"Do you really think that you'll get out of here alive? Others will come for you if you escape, it's best for all of us if you just hand yourself in right now." She said. Peter internally smirked when he heard her say that.
She was lying...
There was only a handful of people who knew of him and what he was. They wanted to keep him a secret from most of the Hydra superiors incase they decided that they wanted to take him and condition him before his training was complete.
And the only other people who knew of him were now died or dying in the halls of the academy.
Plus he can hear her heartbeat...
He stared defiantly at Madame and smirked, "You're lying. Other than you, there is only one other man on this earth that knows of me. And after I'm done with you, I'll go after him. After that, I'll finally be free form you."
Madame gritted her teeth, "You won't ever be free from us. Perhaps physically you will be, but mentally I will always be there, and you know that." She said.
Peter shrugged his shoulders, "Maybe, but at least I'll have the ability to choose again."
He sprung into action, quickly dodging her first shot fired. He leapt off of the wall and disarmed her before knocking her back against the wall. He shot a web at her limbs to stick her there while he bent over and picked up the gun that she dropped.
He watched as she struggled, trying to get out of his webs. He brought the gun to eye level, inspecting it before cleaning it off with his fingers.
"It's ironic, the very device that you told me was useless, will help aid me in killing you. Sounds like poetry to me." He smirked at her before bringing the gun up and shooting her arms and legs once, listening to her groans of pain.
He walked closer, "Death, is far too generous for someone like you. If I had it my way, I'd prolong your death for hours, but lucky you, I'm on a tight schedule. I want out as soon as I can so I'm gonna kill you and leave this part of my life behind." He stopped a foot away from her before lifting up the pistol and aiming it at her heart.
"If you kill me, you'll never know the truth behind your father." She rushed out before he pulled the trigger. He smiled at her before leaning closer to her ear and whispering.
"I know my father sold me to you guys. Say hello for me in Hell when you see him." He whispered in her ear, he could sense how her eyes widened before he pulled the trigger, sending the bullet right into her heart.
The bang rang out in the room, and the bullet wound opened and sent blood flying into his face. He looked at her dead body with a sense of relief inside of him. He cleaned the blood off his face before turning around and walking through the door, without even looking back at her.
He made his way through the hallway, dodging all the dead bodies that lay on the ground.
He had to pick up some stuff before the left the base and set the trap...
He made it to the armory and went over to the back wall where a weapon wrack was. He pulled one of the guns down and it opened up a hidden compartment and a case that was inside of it. He picked up the case and brought it over to the nearest table and opened it up which revealed his spider suit.
A couple months ago, Madame and the scientists came to him and measured him for a new suit that they wanted to make for him. It was basically an upgrade of the one they made a few years ago.
They found some of his notes on different ideas that he had about the tech that they could incorporate into the suit and apparently they where somewhat impressed with his ideas because a week later, he got a new suit.
The suit was mostly black or a dark shade of grey with the only other color being the red lights of the spider logo in the middle of his chest. The eyes were also red and there were some red lights along his legs and arms too.
The parts that weren't made with his special metal that he came up with, was made out of stab proof cloth. Which was also an idea of his.
The last pieces of his suit were the web shooters and the vest covering his chest which was made of the black, silky material that covered a portion of his metal chest that didn't cover up the spider logo.
The vest was the item made out of the stab proof material, just in case...
He quickly changed out of all of his bloody clothes and into his suit before making his way to the place where they stored all of the explosives. He took an armful of C4's and made his way to the center of the academy. He was gonna make sure that this place never stood again.
He'd burn it all down to the foundations and make sure nothing remained...
He got to the middle of the building and set everything up. As soon as the C4's were in place, he activated them and started to make his way out of the building.
When he got to the entrance to the academy, he swung off into the distance and perched himself on a snowy tree and waited for the show.
Exactly 3 minutes and 20 seconds later, he watched as his childhood was engulfed into flames. For the first time in a long while, he let himself relax just a little. He knew he wasn't home free though, at least not yet. He still had to get his old handler here before his mission was complete, but when he killed the man, then he'd be free.
Now, it was just a matter of waiting for Hydra to get his fake distress signal he sent out...
As Peter sat up in the tree, in the freezing cold weather of northern Russia, he contemplated where he'd go after he was finished here. Maybe Italy, he's heard that they have awesome food, or maybe he could stay in Russia. He knows his mother was Russian and lived here before she moved over to America and met his father and fell in love with him.
Even though he was a piece of shit excuse for a human being...
Honestly, who sells their child to an evil organization. Peter may not be good with kids, seeing as how the only kids he's dealt with are dead ones, but he knows you shouldn't sell them.
He's actually quite glad that they finished the bastard off before he got to the man. Because if Peter found him alive, he'd no doubt rip him to pieces.
He should probably do something about his anger problems while he's at it...
Maybe he should just get out of Russia all together. He doesn't want hydra to somehow find out about him after he's done here. Maybe he should just leave the country, stay in America.
Maybe somewhere in the mountains, in isolation. Far away from any other human so he couldn't hurt anyone ever again.
Or he could stay in a city...
So many choices and so little time to decide...
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"Sir, nothing is left. Everything was burned in the explosion, including all the security footage." Dr Semenov stood in the wreckage of what was once the academy that housed the Black Widows, but more importantly, it housed his Spider.
He looked at the guards before speaking, "They stored lots of explosives in the basement to this building, it was most likely some sort of accident that costed them all their lives. No need to dwell on this." He waved them off. He knew what really happened of course, he was no fool.
The Spider...
"Tell Agent Ivan that he's in charge while I'm gone. I'm gonna stay here and see if I can scavenge up some research I left here last time I came by. Hopefully not all of it is destroyed." Dr Semenov said, the guards gave him a weird look before shrugging and walking back to the helicopter and flying away.
The doctor sighed before he started to walk through the woods, waiting for the spider to attack. After 10 minutes of walking and still nothing, he stopped by a tree and took a break.
He had to hand it to the Spider, he was excellent at his job...
"Hello Doctor."
Semenov jumped from his resting place against the tree and looked up to where he heard the voice. He could see the unmistakable red and black suit of the Spider hanging from a web off a branch.
Before the Doctor could even reach for the gun on his hip, he was trapped against the bark of the tree with his legs tied together and his hands pressed against his body inside the nasty webbing.
He knew it was only a matter of time before the Spider killed him...
Peter landed right in front of his doctor/handler while he was staying at Hydra. The man standing in front of him was the person who started to mold the monster that he is today, made him less human, and more a freak.
"I'm surprised you fell into my trap Doctor. You, of all people should have known that this was my doing." Peter said while stalking closer to his prey.
Semenov scoffed, "You aren't surprised. We both know that you were expecting me, or you'd be halfway across the world by now." He said, trying to mask the fear he was feeling.
Peter hummed, "True, you're a lot smarter than people give you credit for. Anyway, that's not why I'm here..." he leaned in close so he was right next to the doctors ear, "It's time to have a little fun doctor. Remember all those times that you used to say that to me? It's time to return the favor Adrian." Peter said with a smirk behind the mask, even though the doctor couldn't see it.
Before the doctor could even get a word in, Peter leaned in closer and breathed right onto the mans neck. "I know it's not polite to play with your food and all, but I just can't help it. I want to watch you squirm and wither while I slowly kill you." He whispered into the man's ear, causing a shiver of fear to run down the doctors back.
Before he could scream for help, Peter shot a web at his mouth before ripping him off the tree and dragging him deeper into the forrest, where no one would be able to hear his cries for help.
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A week later, Peter found himself in New York...
He was wandering the streets of Manhattan on a busy Sunday afternoon. That morning, he just got off a barge that finally made it into the city so the assassin was really tired and all he wanted to do was find a place to crash. Too bad he couldn't break into a building during daylight.
Well he could, but he didn't really feel like going to jail on his first day in the city.
Also, Peter has always been a logical thinker, some might even say that he was a genius. So he knew that if he didn't get money fast, he wouldn't last a week in the city with his enhanced metabolism.
Plus when it got cold at night, he'd be dead within the hour.
He had a few options to solve his little dilemma. Option one was he could go out into the city and look for a job that hopefully, would hire a 15 year old boy that technically didn't even exist who also happened to be an immigrant.
Or option two, which was a little bit more sketchy. He could either rob a bank, rob someone on the streets, or he could hack someone's online account and take their money.
Option two wasn't morally right, and Peter knew that. But at this point, what choice did the teen have. He needed to stay alive somehow, and that was one of the only options he had left.
A sudden idea popped in his head that made him stop for a few seconds on the sidewalk.
There was a multibillionaire that lived in the city...
Yup, he was going to federal prison on is first day in America, perfect...
But surely Stark wouldn't miss a couple million dollars compared to his billions he has. All Peter had to do was get to a place with a decent computer, hack into Stark Industries, take a few million and make it look natural, then he would be all set.
Well, not all set. He still had to figure out how he was gonna live in a city at 15 years old with no parents, it's not like he can legally buy houses or cars or anything except food, really.
He had to figure out a way to emancipate himself. But for that to happen, he had to create a fake identity.
Ohh what the hell did he get himself into...
Two hours later, Peter was outside an abandoned warehouse in Queens. He was in back with all the tech he gathered in those short hours since he came up with his plan. Honestly he is kind of disgusted with how much Americans throw away. Some of this tech is in perfect condition.
He wished he had half of what was in the garbages of New York back in Russia.
Anyway, Peter has finally set up his mini work station for this. Right now, he's working on hacking the government to put his fake identity in the system so he technically exists and he's trying to figure out how to prove that he's emancipated.
Well, "emancipated."
There was no other way that a child could live by himself at the age of 15, unless he was emancipated.
And technically, the legal age is 16 to be emancipated and he just turned 15. So he's gonna have to lie about that when he forges his documents.
Also, as of right now, he was the only one who knew that he was Peter Parker. To everyone else in the world, he'd be Peter James Riley.
Peter Parker died years ago, and he'd make sure it stayed that way and that the world would never figure out his true identity...
Another hour later, he finally finished the basics to this whole ruse.
Peter James Riley, 16 years old, born on August 5th, 2000, both parents died when he was young, went to move with last living relatives, an uncle and an aunt. He graduated high school at 15 years old and his aunt and uncle died 6 months later. He was shortly emancipated after that with the help of a lawyer who was friends with his parents and ever since then, he's been living by himself.
Well that was the gist of his cover story.
Now the hard part will actually be hacking into Stark Industries to try and transfer over 5 million dollars to his new account without making it look suspicious.
He also don't make his bank account under his name, he has a separate one for his personal use. This one he made specifically for this. It was under the name of a Norman Osborn.
From what he's read about, apparently Tony Stark and Norman Osborn have a sort of rivalry going on. So if Peter makes it look like Norman stole the money, he'd be home free.
Of course he'd have to move the money quietly into his personal account before they figure out it was a fake account. But, he'd cross that bridge when he actually got there.
After finally getting into the Stark servers and disguising himself, he finally got into the place where he could control where the money gets transferred to.
Man if he had his own AI, this would have already been done by now...
After a couple more minutes, he finally transferred over the 5 million and made it look like it was natural before quickly exiting the servers and getting off the internet.
He'd be lucky if he didn't get a visit from Iron-Man within the next 5 minutes...
He quickly smashed all the tech so it couldn't be traced back to this location before walking out from the back of the warehouse and walking away.
Everything was finally starting to look up for Peter...
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Peter sat at his kitchen table, staring out the window of his apartment, while eating breakfasts 3 days later.
After the first day, he started to look for a place to live. He waited 24 hours because he didn't want to risk it and use up some of the money too soon after stealing it from a billionaire. If Peter wasn't so good with tech, there is no doubt in his mind that Tony Stark would have figured it out.
He bought a nice apartment near Center Blvd on Long Island City. So he wasn't directly in the heart of the city, but he was still close enough.
It was a nice simple apartment. There was a nice big window in the living room that overlooked the East River. The kitchen/dining room was connected to the living room which only had one couch with a coffee table in the middle.
All the floors were hardwood too which was a nice touch for Peter. For some reason, he liked how the wood felt underneath his feet.
The patio was a little small but it's not like Peter carried all that much, any place was better than his previous accommodations.
There was two bedrooms including the master bedroom and a guest room. The master bedroom had a nice window on the right side of the bed with a small bedside table and a closet off to the side.
The guest room only had a extra bed and a dresser in it. It's not like Peter needed to stock up that room for someone. He'd never have someone over so it was fine.
His favorite part about the apartment is probably the secret door he had built in with some of the money.
You have no idea how hard it was to get some people to make it for him, when they all saw that he was a child. But, they quickly shut their mouth when he paid them.
In the closet near the kitchen, there is a hidden button on one of the shelves that opens up a little area that houses some cool gadgets that Peter thought was essential for him.
It was really its own mini lab stuffed in the closet. There were a couple machines in there, a few computers to help him, 3D printer, and even a whole chemistry station for him incase he wanted to come up with new formulas.
Literally, Everything that Peter has ever wanted was in that room and he couldn't be happier.
He's also been working on a new project of his. He likes to call it, or her, SCARLETT.
That whole AI idea that popped in his head a few days ago really made the gears in his head start turning. If he had an AI, things would be so much better for him. He could stay hidden from the Heros longer if it ever came down to that.
Well, that would depend on if he could build an AI that was just as good, if not better than Tony Stark's.
He knew SCARLETT would not disappoint him.
Her name stands for Sincere, Captivating, Ambitious, Radiant, Ladylike, Empathetic, Tenacious, Tech.
It's quite a long name but when Peter is done creating her, she'll be all of those, plus more. She'll be the best damn AI this world has ever seen.
Peter got up from the table and brought his empty bowl to the sink so he could clean it up. After he was done with that, he moved to his room and got dressed for the day.
Today, Peter wanted to just go outside in the city and explore more of it. He wanted to get a baring of the lands so to speak.
He wanted to learn every back street, every road, and every building that was in New York. He wanted them all memorized inside of his brain just incase he ever needed to.
...incase he needed to run.
He could never be too careful when it came to protecting himself so he had to take precautions.
Actually, his decisions and paranoia that day is what actually lead him to what would soon become a common place Peter would be, which in turn, changed his life forever...
An hour after he left his apartment building, he stumbled upon the bar.
The name of the place was Sister Margaret's School For Wayward Children, which was kind of deceiving since it was a bar, but Peter didn't really have a say in what the bars name was.
He could easily tell that it was a bar with the smell of alcohol coming from the place. And it was the good kind of alcohol too, they even had some high quality vodka in there.
Peter's Russian blood got the better of him...
As soon as he got into the bar, he could tell it was not an ordinary bar. The people that were sitting around all the tables were a lot more colder, meaner, and overall they just made his spider sense tingle.
As soon as he walked in, he made sure his emotions were masked across his face and his shoulders were squared, ready for a fight just incase need be.
Everyone turned to look at him, but he didn't pay them any attention while he walked over to the bar and took a seat. He looked at the guy behind the counter before talking.
"So, you got any vodka?" He asked the bartender. The guy had really long dirty blond hair, almost brown colored. It was all the way down to his shoulders. He also was starting to grow a beard and he had some glasses on.
The man looked the kid up and down before apparently find what he was looking for, since he nodded once and handed the boy a whole bottle of vodka.
He took it and drank right out of the bottle. He didn't care what they all thought of him. He's had a goddamn long couple weeks and he'd be damned if he would let some mercenaries threaten him, of all people.
He was an assassin, Ex-Hydra, and he was not afraid of anyone.
It was quiet for a few minutes before everyone turned back to their drinks like it was a pretty normal occurrence.
But of course with his luck, it couldn't stay that way...
A commotion in the back of the bar drew his attention. There was a big, ugly guy standing over who appeared to be a girl. She couldn't be any older than him.
She had red, curly hair with vibrant green eyes to go along with them. She actually didn't look too scared staring up at the man towering over her. She was actually glaring at him.
"And, what's a little girl doing in a place like this?" The man asked while slowly backing her further into the corner.
Peter can tell that the girl was at least somewhat scared, even if she didn't look it. Her eyes was what gave her away. Beneath those green eyes he could see the fear.
He could also tell that she had a little to drink...
"It's none of your business jackass. How about you leave me alone." She spat in his face. Peter internally smirked at that.
He has liked very few women in his life, but this one was slowly making her way up to his favorite and he's only seen her for a couple minutes.
"Ohh, feisty aren't you? I like that." The man said, completely trapping her against the wall. Peter could see the flash of fear cross the girls face and without realizing he did it, he spoke up.
"Step away from the lady."
He said it so calm and like he was scolding a child, that everyone had to take a second to grasp what he said. There was no mistaking the hidden venom beneath his words too. The occupants of the bar looked between the girl, the man, and the boy with a little bit of trepidation. They may be Mercs, but they wanted nothing to do with this battle.
"What have we here? A little boy trying to play hero. That's so cute and adorable but that's not how this is gonna work." The man laughed at him. Peter took another sip of his vodka before answering.
"I'm gonna tell you this one last time, if you don't leave the girl alone, you will get hurt."
"Like some kid is gonna be able to take me on." He scoffed. Peter stiffened and his eyes turned to slits when he heard the word kid. Apparently the whole bar could sense the air around him shift because everyone took a step back.
"What did you just call me?"
"A kid, cause that's what you..." he didn't even get to finish his sentence before he was flung halfway across the bar. He landed on the floor but knocked his head pretty good.
Peter moved over to the girl for a second before he continued and realized she was smiling at him. His eyes dilated for a second so she didn't have to look at his murder face. He gave her a smile in return, before he turned back around.
The man was still on the floor trying to get up when Peter got to him. Before he even got the chance, Peter took the wanna be merc by his ear and hauled him up and smashed his face against the bar, causing him the groan in pain.
"When I tell you something, you listen. I told you to leave the lady alone, but then, you go ahead and insult me by calling me a kid. I'm not a mere kid, do you understand me?" He said in the man's ear. He knew everyone could still hear him but he didn't mind right now, he wanted to get his point across.
The merc didn't get the memo because he tried to break out of Peter's hold, which only caused the mutant to tighten his hold on him.
"Honestly man, if I wanted to, I could kill you without a seconds hesitation. I'm giving you one option, ok? You either stay here and get your ass kicked by me and possibly die, or you could apologize to the girl and get the hell out of the bar." Peter growled into his ear, actually causing a shiver of fear to run down everyone's back. Well, except for the girl.
Everyone stood in tense silence for a good 10 seconds before the merc looked over to the redhead, "I'm sorry." He was cut off by his own groan of pain when Peter pulled his arm back.
"You're sorry for what?"
"I'm sorry for backing you into the corner and intimidating you. Oww, ok will you please let me go now!!" He said. Peter didn't move for a few seconds before letting his arm go and pushing him towards the exit.
"If I ever see you in here again, I'll be far less forgiving." Peter said. The man looked between everyone before scoffing and storming out of the bar.
Suddenly, the bartender came up to Peter and offered the boy his hand, which he grasped with some hesitation.
"The names Weasel. How would you like a job man? I'm in dire need of someone helping out with the bar and, you're not too shabby of breaking up fights." The man, now known as Weasel said to Peter. He smiled at the man and nodded his head.
"I would love that. When do I start?" He smirked.
"As soon as you can." Weasel replied.
Peter walked back over to his seat and picked up his vodka before taking a big swing of it. He sighed and placed it down again after a couple seconds.
He was about to take another swig when the bottle was plucked out of his hands by the girl who he saved. He raised his eyebrow at her when she was done but she only smirked back at him.
"What, a girl can't have a drink?"
"I'm more concerned about how it was mine."
"Ohh, is that right? Then what are you gonna do about it Tiger?"
He looked her over once more. She honestly couldn't be any older than him. But, he's never met another young adult like her who acts so...bold standing up to a merc.
Well to be honest, he hasn't met a lot of people around his age.
Peter shrugged his shoulders, "Nothing I guess. It's just some alcohol. I'm not gonna beat the shit out of someone for taking a sip out of my drink." He took the drink right from her hands and brought it up to his lips. He could see how she smirked at him before sitting down right next to him.
"So, you come here often?" He asked while tracing circles on the bar. She looked over and smiled at him.
"Maybe, but I've never seen you here before. You new in town?" She asked with an eyebrow raised.
"Yeah, something like that."
She hummed before taking a drink from the counter and chugging it down.
It's not like he was gonna judge her for doing something he's literally doing at the moment. That would make him a hypocrite.
And he's pretty sure he's done worse than underage drinking before...
After a couple minutes of comfortable silence between them, she decided to speak up.
"Do I get to know the name of the guy who defended me in a bar, hmm?" She asked with amusement lacing her words. He looked at her.
He has never really liked women and it didn't take a genius to figure out why. But for some reason, she wasn't the same. His senses weren't going haywire near her.
Even though he was trying to hide his real identity, he felt like she deserved to know.
He smiled at her before responding, "Peter Parker."
She nodded her head before turning back to her drink. He cleared his throat to get her attention back on him.
"Do I get to know the name of the girl I defended?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.
She full on smirked in his direction before turning back to her drink and answering.
"Mary Jane Watson."