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The rest of the school day soon passed by for Drake and he soon found himself walking towards his bike in the parking lot. It was a relatively average bike, not too expensive, nor too cheap either.

"A Yamaha YZF-R3, very nice." Just as he had raised his helmet above his head to put it on, he lowered it once more as to turn around and face the owner of the voice. And he was very glad he was able to keep himself composed and not gape with a opened mouth.

Because the young woman before him was extremely beautiful.

He's never been around that many beautiful women, save for succubus that tried seducing him before attempting to kill him only to fail in the end. The young woman before him however, was equally as beautiful in her own way. Not as mature looking, but equally as alluring with long-flowing red hair, – a definite plus in his books, red-haired women just looked so sexy – a curvaceous figure with a generous bust. Not too big and not too small and she was obviously not afraid to show her figure with the hip hugging jeans and crop top.

"Yes, it's a nice ride." Drake agreed, as if he hadn't spent s few moments to take in her figure, by the way she was looking at him she didn't mind. "Shame I can't really test out its speed fully with all the speed limits and whatnot."

"I guess that would be a downer." She then stuck out one hand with a smile that Drake hesitantly took. "Name's Mary Jane Watson, but most call me MJ."

"MJ?" Drake repeated slowly, before he flashed her one of his own smiles. "Drake Redgrave. No shortened version or anything like that." She smiled slightly. "So, what can I do for you, MJ?"

"I just came to say thank you. For what you did for Peter." She clarified and upon seeing Drake's furrowed brow, gave some more detail. "I moved to Queens only a couple of weeks ago and I'm actually Peter's neighbour. He's a nice guy, friendly if a little shy. Flash tends to not pick on Peter when I'm around, partly because he thinks that I'd date him despite him having only just broken up with his girlfriend, Gwen. But I'm not-"

"-Always around." Drake finished getting a nod from Mary.

"Yea. So I want to say thank you for what you did, not many people would have done that. It was very…" She took a few moments to decide on what she was exactly trying to say. "Heroic."

Drake raised an eyebrow. "I'm no hero. I was just doing the right thing as I can't stand bullies."

Mary frowned and looked to try and argue with Drake, but she took note of his expression and the look in his eyes before deciding to let it go. "Okay, I still think what you did was heroic and very brave, but you can think what you want as well." She shrugged her shoulders before giving Drake a wave. "Anyway, I need to get off, maybe I'll see you around sometime."

"Yea, I'll see you later." He waved back before getting on his bike. Before he started the motorcycle up, he looked back to MJ and couldn't help but stare at her ass as her hips swayed, whether she did that on purpose or it was just the way she walked, Drake didn't know. But he loved watching her leave.

Shaking his head, Drake started hit motorcycle and drove off for his home.

A few days later, Drake woke up and went about his daily routine. He'd get up, shower, brush his teeth, do his business in the toiler, get dressed into clothing, and make his breakfast, which is what he had just finished doing now.

Drake lived alone in a small apartment house in Queens, having been alone since witnessing his mother's death at the age of 7 all those years ago. He had been alone since then, learning things the hard way such as the way the world works, the dog eat dog world. However, he learned how to live on the streets without killing, as he had a 'no kill human' rule, to do so would make him no better than the demons he hunts.

Someone else can handle humans and the way they do things, leave the demons to Drake as far as the son of Sparda was concerned.

As his thoughts turned to school, which he'd be getting up to leave for soon, his thoughts turned to a certain hot redhead, and yes he had a thing for redheads, so sue him. Drake had been curious about MJ after meeting her so he looked online to see if she had any Social media profiles and she did. Thankfully she wasn't like other girls who post selfies of them naked or in their underwear.

Thought that would be a hot sight to see, Drake was no pervert. Okay, maybe there was a small part of him that'd like to see a picture of MJ in her underwear, he wasn't some big creepy pervert that peeps on girls on something. Plus, Drake never really had time for dating, being a Demon Hunter gets in the way of that and makes him consider the safety of a potential girlfriend.

Drake and MJ had talked with each other since meeting a few days ago. MJ showed him around Queens since he had moved not that long ago from Redgrave City, but nothing major happened between Drake and MJ. They just met, he wasn't going to make a move on a girl he just met.

Then there was Peter. He was a good kid, a little shy and insecure, but a nice kid. Drake was planning on helping Peter get over his shyness and insecurity, so he wasn't an easy target for bullies.

First, they had to get through this damn science fair today.

Science wasn't really Drake's thing, he was more focused on how to beating up his enemies and overcoming all their little tricks, than understanding how said tricks worked.

Still, Peter was his friend – he liked to think they were, seen as though besides MJ, Peter was the only person he spent time with – and so he had accepted. And here he was, looking at some particle accelerator machine and listening to a guy explain what it did in a monotone voice.

Most of the science behind it went over his head completely, but by the look on Peter's face, he understood and was fascinated by everything the guy was saying. At least one of them knew what was going on.

"Pete? Peter?" Drake whispered, trying not to make much noise as people around him listened intently, hanging off every word that was said.

Peter looked at him in confusion. "Yeah?"

"Isn't she in our school?" He pointed towards a beautiful blonde girl sat a few seats down from them, holding a notepad as she scribbled down word after word upon it.

Peter looked in the direction Drake's finger was pointing at and released a squeak that made more than a few people look at him in a mix of confusion and annoyance. Drake himself couldn't help but smirk as Peter sank into his chair in embarrassment, his face bright red as even the blonde girl he had pointed out looked over in their direction.

He gave her a small wave, which she hesitantly returned and then looked back at Peter with his smile widening. "Seems someone's got a crush."

"Shut up!" He hissed back and Drake was pleased to note that there was some measure of bite to it. Unlike before, when Drake first met him, it seems Peter had actually developed some measure of backbone.

The two sat in silence as Drake watched, out of the corner of his eye as Peter slowly began to relax and get back into the guys speech. 'Okay Peter, I'm going to help you get over your shyness and insecurity and help you get a girl such as the cute blonde over there.'

"So who is she?" Drake asked again, and Peter gave a light jerk. The blush that had only just receded returning in full force as he looked at Drake with wide eyes filled with betrayal and shock. "Come on, I'm curious."

"No one." Peter replied quickly, trying desperately to ignore Drake's growing grin.

"Sure she is." Drake nodded his head, his tone of voice all but dripping with sarcasm. "That's why you squeaked like a little girl when you saw her. It makes perfect sense." Peter twitched slightly and Drake continued to stare at Peter until he finally caved in.

"Alright, alright." He repeated, getting Drake to turn away victoriously. "Her names, Gwen Stacey, you know Flash's ex-girlfriend." Vaguely, Drake recalled MJ mentioning a girl named Gwen who had broken up with Flash when they had first met, but he had never actually bothered to search for the girl, nor actually knew who she was.

"Not really, no."

Peter looked at the white-haired teenager incredulously. "You're serious? No! Wait, don't answer that, of course you are." He shook his head in irritation. "How have you not at least heard of her, especially with all the rumours going around about her and Flash?"

Drake gave Peter a deadpanned look. "Do I look like someone who cares about a bunch of gossip that's not confirmed truth?"

"Oh yea, that does make sense." Peter agreed with Drake's response, but just as he was nodding his head, he felt a sharp prick at the back of his neck. "Ow!" He slapped a hand on the back of his neck to try and catch or trap whatever had hit him, only to pull his hand away to find nothing.

"You alright, Pete?" Drake asked with a frown, his eyes looking around but he saw nothing.

"I'm fine, just felt something prick me in the back of the neck." Peter reassured Drake.

"You're sure?" Peter nodded his head and the two returned their attentions back to the speech, unaware that Peter was not the only one to get bitten by the spider that day or what that meant for both affected parties.

"What?" Peter asked one lunchtime as he looked to see Drake staring at him.

"What?" Drake answered back.

Putting down his utensils, Peter crossed his arms and stared right back at his white-haired friend. "You've been staring at me all lunchtime, it's bad enough with everyone else doing it, mind explaining why you're doing it?"

"Oh, you know." While Drake remained perfectly calm, his face almost turning into one of smug amusement, Peter's did not.

Instead his eyes narrowed further. "No, I don't."

"Really?" Drake asked with mock astonishment and Peter nodded his head. "Do you want to tell him MJ, or should I?"

Peter looked to see the beautiful redhead known as Mary Jane Watson, his neighbour walking towards them. He would admit, her short shorts and crop top did little to hide the figure that had stared in one of many teenage fantasies. In fact, she was right up there with his high school fantasies alongside Gwen Stacey. Though, he would never admit that to either of his friends, both already took far too much enjoyment in teasing him about Gwen. God knows what would happen if they learnt about that fact as well.

It was still a shock to him that MJ would willingly sit with him at lunch when her friends would sit on other tables. Though the number of times he could embarrassingly remember the flirting between Drake and MJ would always serve to remind him very quickly as to why she did so.

"How do you always know where I am without even looking at me?" MJ asked as she sat down next to Drake, perhaps a little too close than was appropriate between two friends from Peter's perspective, but he wasn't oblivious too MJ's attraction to his white-haired friend.

Still, she asked a question that had been on his mind for a while now. Especially now.

Ever since he had been bitten or whatever it was that day at the speech, he had discovered he had powers. Enhanced strength, speed, reflexes, agility and others. Yet one thing he had discovered on the first day back at school was his ability to react to danger without even knowing.

Flash, as usual attempted to bully Peter at the start of school when Drake wasn't around. This of course, had failed miserably when Peter had reacted to his attempted push without even knowing what he was doing till after it happened. One minute he was walking down the corridor, the next he was stood to the side watching as Flash stumbled forwards and into the lockers.

"Skill." Drake cheekily replied, wrapping one arm around MJ's shoulder only to be elbowed in the stomach by the redhead.

Drake rubbed his stomach and gave MJ a look but the redhead just rolled her eyes. Yet, Peter found himself wondering if Drake was even in pain. He had always been physically superior to most people, never showing speed or strength greater than anyone else, but at the same time, he never seemed to be putting his all into anything.

And the way Drake is able to tell when MJ is coming towards them without even looking to see if she was actually coming... Peter had to wonder if Drake was like one of those mutants.

Oh if only he knew that Drake was FAR from being a mutant.

"Sure it was." MJ shot back and then turned to Peter. "As for why Drake is looking at you, it probably has to do with the fact that you have been embarrassing and out shining Flash at every turn."

Peter winced at that. "Isn't that a good thing?" Okay, so he may have been a little self-indulgent in his use of powers to get some form of payback against Flash for all the years of bullying, but he liked to blame Drake's influence on him for that. It's not like he was going to go out of his way to get revenge, just respond when Flash did it to him. "You always said, that not rolling over will eventually make them back off."

"I did." Drake nodded his head. "I'm just shocked you're actually listening to me and actually succeeding."

"Wait, you didn't think I would actually be able to do it?" Peter asked incredulously.

Drake shook his head. "Nope." He made extra sure to pop the 'p' when saying that, which actually made MJ roll her eyes this time.

"Then why the hell have you been telling me to fight back all this time if you didn't think I could win?!" Drake smirked at him, but before he could respond with something that was obviously going to rile Peter up more, MJ intervened.

With one hand covering Drake's mouth, she gave him a quick glare before looking back at Peter. "What he means to say, is that while he didn't think you would succeed, he still wanted you to try it to gain more confidence to defend yourself, isn't that right?" She turned to Drake once more who shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. "Unbelievable." Peter agreed with her wholeheartedly.

"Aren't you meant to be my friend?"

Drake pulled MJ's hand from his mouth and looked at Peter with a small smile. "I am. But I can't hold your hand at every corner and protect you from danger. There are things in the world far worse than Flash and by learning to stand up for yourself now, where the worst you're going to get is realistically, a punch in the face or two is the best way to get used to that."

"You know, that was actually really comforting until you got to the last part." MJ said while Peter digested what he had been told. "Did you do that on purpose?"

However, MJ's question went unanswered. "That still doesn't make me feel any better!"

Drake rolled his eyes. "I'm not good at the whole comforting thing. Look, the point is, your standing up for yourself and embarrassing Flash much to my amusement. So that's a start. Who knows, maybe Gwen will become attracted to you."

Peter blush as MJ chuckled and nudged Drake. "Don't tease him."

The night was chilly and Drake looked at the numerous students and parents walking out of the school. Each of them wrapped in warm clothing to protect against the biting wind. Winter may have ended a couple of weeks ago, yet the cold didn't seem to want to leave just yet.

Still, Drake stood outside, leaning against the wall waiting.

After a few moments of watching people walk by, he then turned to look up at the sky and found himself bitterly annoyed by the clouds overhead that shrouded the stars and moon from view.

Ever since he was a child, he'd always love looking up at the starts and the full moon. Before his father went away on the mission that he'd never come back from, he'd sit Drake on his lap, hold his wife close and together the family would just stare up at the moon and the stars, enjoying the beauty of the night.

"Drake!" Looking away from the moon, he turned to see MJ walking towards him, one hand raised to catch his attention as she separated from a group of her fellow actors.

"MJ." He greeted back, moving forward to meet her, his eyes moving over her form appreciatively as usual. "How you feeling?" He asked and MJ smiled, her eyes alight with happiness and pride, no doubt due to her amazing performance in the school play.

"I'm really good, I was nervous for a long while, but now I'm just happy." She spoke, her speech a little quick which told Drake that her nerves had not entirely dissipated like she thought. "What'd you think?" As soon as that question left her mouth, Drake noticed that her nerves increased even more.

Smiling at her, he wrapped one arm around her shoulder and directed her towards his bike. "Really good, you did amazing." He praised her and took some measure of joy at the blush that appeared on her face. And Drake wasn't lying either, MJ had a real talent for acting. She keeps that up, she could become a movie actress one day for Hollywood or something.

"But you didn't like the play." MJ pointed out and Drake looked down at her with a sheepish smile.

"Yea, it just seemed a bit contrived and unoriginal." MJ laughed and nodded her head in agreement. "But the leading lady did make the show more enjoyable due to how beautiful she was." Another blush and Drake was honestly a little surprised at how easy it was to make her blush, especially seen as though it was normally more difficult. Maybe the nerves had got to her more than he thought.

"Flatterer." She muttered, but there was a smile on her face. "But yes, I agree with you on the play. But that's what you get when you put an unimaginative play writer in charge of writing a completely original script."

"Well I think that writer can thank their lucky stars that you're such a good actor because I doubt there are many that can sell some of the many, practically ridiculous lines you had to say." He said while passing her a bike helmet to put on, while he himself sat

MJ laughed once more and put the helmet on her head, having to exert some effort to try and keep her hair from getting in her mouth and eyes while doing so. Then, once it was done she sat down behind him on the bike and wrapped both arms tightly around his midriff.

Drake smirked slightly as he felt MJ not subtly run her fingers of the muscles of his abdomen. It was not the first time she had got a lift from him, and each time she tried to sneakily cop of feel of his muscles without making it seem that way.

'She may be a good actor, but she's not good at the whole subtle part.' He then felt her body fully press up against his back and her legs squeeze his tightly and he hadn't even revved the bike yet. 'Or maybe she's not trying to be subtle?'

Despite this, and the fact that if MJ were to move her hands a bit further down she would feel just what effect her body and ministrations were having on his body, Drake simply smirked wider. One hand revving the bike before taking off. It was a relatively quick ride, only about ten minutes partly due to Drake's excellent reflexes allowing him to swerve in and out of traffic and also his eye sight letting him know exactly where certain speed cameras and if any police cars where around.

So while his bike was for the vast majority, exceeding the speed limit, he never once got pulled over.

Eventually, though the enjoyable ride would have to come to an end and MJ got up off the bike and took off her helmet, taking a few moments to sort out her. Drake himself took the helmet off her hands and watched her appreciatively.

"Thanks for the lift and for, sitting through two hours of bad writing." MJ said and Drake waved off her concerns.

"Don't mention it."

"Still, thank you." She moved forwards and placed a kiss upon his cheeks, close to the corner of his lips. "It means a lot." Flashing him one last smile, MJ turned and left, putting a little extra sway to her hips as she did so.

As soon as the door closed behind her, Drake shook his head and released a huff of air.

Just as he was about put on his helmet and set off back to his place, he saw and elderly man exit Peters house, a man he knew to be Peter's uncle, Ben. However, what really caught his attention was his tense frame and searching gaze that scoured the nearby neighbourhood.

"Everything okay, Ben?" Drake asked, having met the man only twice, but having grown to quite like the man's easy-going nature and his obvious love for his wife and nephew.

"Drake!" Ben exclaimed and put on a shaky smile. "Have you seen Peter by any chance?"

Now that caught Drake's attention. "No, why? Is everything okay?"

Ben hesitated before shaking his head. "It's probably nothing. We, Peter and I, had a little argument and he stormed out. He's probably walking around Queens just to cool off." The last part was said in such a way that he seemed to be trying to convince himself more than Drake.

"Okay." Drake said, knowing that Peter recently had been a little different. He didn't know what happened, but he wasn't oblivious to how Peter seemed to be stronger and faster. Not to mention more aware and confident. And it all happened after that science event he dragged him too. Plus there was a new smell around peter, one that did not smell human. "Do you need any help finding him?"

Ben shook his head. "No, everything's okay, Drake." He waved Drake off in a friendly way. "You get off home, You don't want to be out late at this time."

"Sure." Drake nodded his head, he could see and understand when his help wasn't wanted. It was obvious to him that whatever was going on between Peter and Ben was a family matter and that wasn't any of his business. "Hope you find him soon, Ben. Let me know though, if you need any help."

"Goodnight and thank you, Drake." Ben said before walking down to the main centre of Queens.

Drake watched him go with a frown, before pulling out his phone and scrolling through his small list of contacts and pressed on Peter's name. It rang for a few moments before going to the answer machine.

He looked back up at in the direction of where he could see Ben's retreating back and after a few moments of consideration, put his helmet back on. As much as he was worried about Peter getting attacked in Queens, he also knew that the chances of that happening were so small it probably wouldn't be worth the effort.

It's not like Peter would run into any danger or anything like that on the one night he chooses to rebel?

'It's probably nothing more than an argument between family, nothing to concern myself with.' Yet despite those internal words to himself, Drake couldn't help but think that maybe he made the wrong choice, in choosing to return back to his place.

He was wrong, so very wrong to have not done anything. Drake felt almost numb as he looked at the crushed and defeated form of Peter as he walked through the halls with hunched shoulders, ignoring everyone and everything around him.

It had been well within his powers, well within his abilities to find Peter before anything could have happened. But he hadn't, set on letting the Parker family deal with their own problems.

He had been a fool.

Due to his lack of action, Peter had lost his uncle...

And that's it for this chapter everyone. Hope you all enjoyed it.