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Drake stared silently, his eyes fixated upon the wooden door that stood between him and entrance to the small, quaint little home of the Parker family. Or what little remained of the family anyway.
Thanks to his lack of action, Peter had lost his uncle and that only added another person to the list of people that his friend had lost. And it all could have been avoided if he had not let his guard down.
It honestly astounded Drake as to how arrogant he had been.
He had been so fixated on just dealing with demons, never turning his attention to the crimes humans did. He had seen what some humans do at their lowest, seen the crimes they can do, yet he had not bothered because it wasn't his problem. Somebody else could handle it while he handles the demons hell bent on conquering or destroying the world.
And because of his mindset and ways, Peter's uncle had died.
What happened yesterday, had not been an attack on his person. But it had still hurt him because he knew exactly how Peter felt and what the pain could do to someone. Drake lost his mother when he was a child, lost her to demons that night they attacked their family home and he had to witness her murder before his eyes as he did in a closest, and felt so weak, so powerless and vowed to not feel like that ever again.
Clearly he couldn't keep to his vow if he couldn't help save a friend's uncle.
Knocking on the door, he patiently listened to the sound of someone moving to the door and unlocking it. When it swung open, he was met with a kind smile from May, Peter's aunt. However, while the smile may have been kind and welcoming, he could see the grief and sadness that it hide.
"Drake! Hello, I'm guessing you're here for Peter?" She asked and Drake nodded his head, giving a small smile of his own.
"Yes, I wanted to speak with him, if that was okay?" May looked hesitant, but nodded her head all the same.
With a smile, she stepped to one side and opened the door wider. "Of course, dear." She said and Drake entered the house. "Peter's upstairs in his room."
"Thank you." He watched as May closed the door and took note of how her hands trembled occasionally. "I-I'm sorry, for your loss." Drake told her and May's smile disappeared allowing him to see the true depths of her sadness and it took everything he had not to look away in guilt. 'If only I had done something.'
Unable to say anything, May simply tried to put on a smile as thanks for Drake's sentiments and then turned away to the kitchen. Drake himself, walked up the stairs, only pausing when he heard the light sob originating from the kitchen downstairs.
As soon as that noise reached him, his fists clenched tightly down at his side. He had never been good at comforting people, most simply took it as a sign of him not caring when someone was grieving and he did nothing to help them. But in actual fact, Drake simply didn't know how to help and so he did what he felt was best and that was avoid it.
Stopping outside Peter's bedroom, Drake took a few moments to try and figure out what he could possibly say or do to provide some measure of closure to his friend. And as he stood there, he realised that he didn't know what to say, or do.
'God, you're so pathetic, Redgrave,' Drake scolded himself for his lack of words. Raising one hand, he knocked on the door and listened to the sound of slow shuffling feet. Soon enough, the door opened and Peter's head peeped out to see who it was.
"Drake? What are you doing here?" Peter asked and Drake gave a small smile, one that was not returned.
"I came here to talk to you." He said calmly and Peter's eyes narrowed.
"If you came here to say sorry and offer your sympathies, don't. I don't need nor do I want yours or anyone else's pity." He said sternly and Drake nodded his head.
"I get that." Drake responded, happy to at least see that Peter had not shut the door yet. "And to be honest, if you're looking for pity and sympathy or at least, expect me to express it then, you're looking at the wrong guy. But do I know what you're going through, I know the rage, the anger and pain, that impossible anger strangling the grief. I... I lost my mother when I was 7 years old."
Peter's eyes widened at this piece of information. Drake didn't talk much about his past or parents, usually changing the subject quickly, but here he was, actually mentioning something about his past and that he lost his mother at such a young age.
"She was murdered before my very eyes." Drake said with a haunted, distant look as he remembered that night. Eva got him to safety before the demons broke in and killed her and let the house burn, assuming the son of Sparda will burn with it. "I felt so consumed with nothing but pain, rage and anger, so I know what you're feeling right now. I'm not going to tell you that you'll feel better, or you'll get over it. You won't, it will always be there, this hole that once belonged to them forever empty with no one ever able to fill the hole they left behind. But you learn to deal with it and even ignore the pain their absence has left."
"Then what do I do?" Peter asked desperately, all but begging to know how to make the pain go away.
"You fight." Drake spoke firmly. "You stand up and you keep getting back up no matter how many times you get knocked down. No matter how difficult it gets, you just keep on fighting."
"I-I'm not like you, Drake."
"No... you're better than me." Drake admitted. "I'll let you get some rest, I've still got some homework to do."
"Yea." Peter said and as Drake started walking down the stairs, Peter remembered something he had said. "Earlier, you said that you learned to ignore the pain, is that what you do?"
Drake stopped and looked ahead. "I tried to... didn't work for me. But don't do what i did, believe me I was at my lowest after my mother died."
As Drake left the house, Peter closed the door to his bedroom and looked back at his desk where he saw the gadget he had been working on for the past week, a week of mourning he had been given by the school. Moving forwards, he sat down and pulled out a few more of his notes.
'I have a lot of work to do, if I want to be able to save Queens.' His mind recalled Drake's words. 'I'll fight back, just like you said Drake and I'll save as many people as possible...'
As Drake left the Parker home, he took several deep breaths and exhaled several times after. As he walked towards his bike, a fierce expression came onto his face.
'I'm going to find the person that killed Ben. No more sitting on the sidelines and letting humans do whatever to each other. It's time I live up to my father's legacy in protecting people from demons, monsters, any threats...'
The school bell rang, loudly interrupting whatever the teacher had been trying to say and even after it stopped, the scraping of chairs along the floor, murmuring of students and ruffling of bags made it impossible for him to finish. Not that anyone was even willing to listen to what he was saying, more focused on exiting the classroom as quickly as possible and getting something to eat.
"I blame this." MJ moved beside Drake and waved one arm at the sleeping Peter, his head resting on his folded arms, completely unaware that the bell had rung. "On you." She pointed at Drake who looked at her aghast, as if horrified she would even consider him a bad influence.
"Me?" He placed one hand on his chest. "I would never. I can't believe you would even think that I would be such a bad influence on our goodie two shoes friend."
MJ said nothing, simply looking at Drake with her arms crossed. Drake himself, stared right back at her, though one could clearly see the smile on his face. A smile that was growing by the minute.
"Stop smiling, you idiot." She reprimanded after unfolding her arms with a sigh of defeat. "You're not fooling anyone." Turning back to Peter, she took a few moments to consider what to do. She knew that recently, Peter falling asleep in class was not a new occurrence. Most, including the teachers brushed it off as him struggling to sleep while still grieving his uncles death and considering the fact that Peter was still top of his class, meant that they were not overly bothered.
However, other students would eventually start to copy Peter, some already were and like always would be scolded by the teacher. Eventually, they would have to draw the line and it was only due to Peter being top of his class and his recent loss, that allowed him to escape most of the time.
"Do you want to wake him, or shall I?" MJ asked only to see Drake already cracking his fists with an eager smile on his face. "Never mind, I'll do it." She sighed, taking some amusement out of the crestfallen look he gave her.
Moving forward, she took the book from Peter's hand and then raised it up. Just as she was about to bring it down, Peter surged to life, gripping her wrist, while simultaneously jumping to his feet, his chair sliding across the floor and colliding with the desk behind it, even moving that one back with the amount of force he used.
"W-what? MJ?" He groggily asked, confusion prevalent in his voice and as he fully awakened he quickly caught a glimpse of the look of shock MJ gave him, but most worrying of all, was the inquisitive look given to him by Drake.
Shock he could handle, it meant that they were in state of disbelief and he could easily brush it off as both of them being confused. However, that would mean both of his friends were easily convinced. No, both MJ and Drake were very stubborn and very observant people.
MJ herself was an actress and a very good one at that, in the short time he had known her, she had always being able to tell when he was lying. He could already guess that while she might outwardly accept his answer as him being slightly awake and simply reacted, she would not truly believe him and that meant, her prying and putting him under a lot of scrutiny. Something he could do without.
Then there was Drake.
He didn't know what the deal with Drake was, whether he had powers or not. But whatever it was, he was obviously not unused to seeing people doing similar feats. It was a relatively small and harmless thing, sending a chair skidding back and reacting quick enough to catch someone going for a downward strike, he had done it to plenty of thugs when patrolling the streets of Queens at night. However, what was not easily explainable is how he did it while being asleep.
Like always, Peter found his Spidey senses to be both a blessing and a curse.
When fighting crime it was a blessing. Most of the time he didn't even know that someone had snuck up to attack him from behind, until he saw them stabbing the position he used to be in, while dropping to the ground after jumping into the air to avoid their attack. It was an instinctive movement, like someone was controlling him like a puppet and made him do things he was not even consciously aware of.
However, this also made it a curse. Spidey senses only responded to an attack – no matter how small - upon his person and therefore, he once again found him reacting without thought or knowledge of it. And, Drake whether he had powers or not, was definitely not unused to supernatural feats like most people their age, despite the fact mutants and superheroes were a common thing.
'Just my luck.' He bemoaned while apologising to MJ. He kept an eye on Drake out of the corner of his eye though, very aware of Drake's inquisitive and scrutinising gaze. 'I've barely even started this hero business and already, I'm close to revealing who I am to the one person who could possibly figure out that I'm Spider-Man.'
"Come on, MJ." Drake appeared and wrapped one arm around MJ's shoulders, bringing her flush against his side. "It was just a happy accident, it's not like Peter has powers." The last part was followed by another stare that told Peter all he needed to know.
'Shit! He's figured out I have powers.' He cursed mentally.
"Let's get something to eat and a seat before they're all taken." MJ gave Peter one last look before huffing.
"Fine, let's go." Smiling, Drake directed MJ out of the room, neither making any attempt to separate from one another.
As they exited through the door, Peter released a sigh of relief. "This is harder than I thought."
Pressing his back tightly up against wall, he kept his eyes closed and tried to even out his breathing, very conscious of the fact that he was panting heavily. Any sudden movement or sound would alert that, that monster and he did not want that.
He flinched upon hearing gunfire and the sound of his comrades fighting against the demon given human form. Yet, here he was, hiding like a coward.
'This ain't what I signed up for!' He cried mentally, this meant to be an easy job. Sell drugs to kids, pay off the cops, intimidate and beat up those that tried to resist them and live an easy life. They were too small time for any of the costume wearing freaks to bother about them and they paid a yearly tribute to the bigger crime bosses out there.
More screams sounded...
'I gotta get out of here.' He flinched once more when he saw numerous bodies fly through the air and slam into the wall hard enough to knock them out and leave a trail of blood. they were all still alive, but would need major medical attention.
He slowly looked around the corner to see if that... that... demon was still there when he was grabbed from behind and his head slammed into the floor as the person above held him down.
"Your buddies failed to answer my questions, so I'll ask you and you had better give me the right answers." The voice threatened, deep and sounding non-human. (1)
"Who the hell-GAH!" The man grunted as his head was slammed into the floor again, causing blood to flow down onto the concrete.
"I don't have time for games. Now answer the question: Who killed Benjamin Parker?"
His struggle for air ended, when the monsters grip eased off, but just enough to allow him to speak. "I don't know no one by that name." He choked out and the monster hummed, in that moment, he took a good long look at it.
Dressed in a hooded red coat, some kind of black suit, a mask that looked stiched , a massive sword across the person's back that wasn't coated in blood which means he didn't use it on anyone.
'I'm going to die.' He cried mentally.
"Very well, I believe you." The monster said and then it's grip tightened once more. "Tell me, are you aware of anyone who killed or had a hand in the death of the old man that died two weeks ago?"
"No I swear!" He cried out and it hummed once more. "Please, let me go. I don't know anything I swear. Just please, I don't want to die."
"Really?" The demon asked, tilting it's head to one side. "You don't know anything, anything at all?"
"I swear! For fucks sake I don't know anything about the old dude! I swear to God!"
The demon was silent as he held the man before he growled then slammed him into the floor hard before giving him a good punch that knocked the man out.
With a sigh, Drake entered his bedroom through the window, taking off his mask. "Another night with no answers." he said as he took off his coat and started undoing the black protective suit he had on. (2)
Having decided to take matters into his own hands, Drake had made a suit for him to wear when he was out... fighting crime? Could this be considered crime-fighting considering he was looking for Ben's killer? He didn't know, didn't really care. But he was going to do his best in being a... hero.
He was going to protect humanity like his father before him...
And thus, Drake begins his career as a hero.
1. Prometheus voice modulator from the Arrow TV show.
2. Prometheus' suit from the Arrow TV show.
Harem: Amora/Enchantress, Felica Hardy/Black Cat, Natasha Romanov/Black Widow, Jean Grey/Phoenix, Jennifer Walters/She-Hulk, Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch, Betsy Braddock/Psylocke, Jessica Drew/Spider-Woman, Emma Frost/White Queen, Laura Kinney/X-23, Elektra, Selene Gallio, Mary Jane Watson, Bobbi Morse/Mockingbird, Carol Danvers/Ms. Marvel, Hela, Sersi, Umar, Medusa, Madelyne Pryor/Goblin Queen, Satana Hellstorm, Lorna Dane/Polaris, Domino, Mystique/Raven Darkholme, Sif.
