Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry or Avengers. I only own the OC Drake Redgrave.
It's the middle of the night in the city of Manhattan, yet it's quite bustling. Not too far from a beauty store are a few regular men…or men that try to appear regular. A man standing against a wall of another store with a cap on lights his cigarette, seemingly not paying attention to the two men across the street from him, who also try to appear normal as well. One of the men, is an African American with a leather jacket and a purple beanie, a cigarette hanging loose from his lip. He approaches the second man who tries to appear inconspicuous as he wears a trench coat with shades, trying to look as calm as possible.
The man in the cap inhales, waits a moment, then exhales as he watches the black man reach into his pocket and slip a small baggy into the other man's hand who hands him a folded wad of cash in return. As soon as the black man smirks and turns to walk off, the man in the cap speaks into his radio, "All right! He's made the sale now!"
All of this…is a complex set up, for a small time bust. However, behind it…is a very simple logic. Squeeze the little man, to find the big man. Simple in theory. But more difficult in practice. Success requires initiative. Energy. And zeal.
"Move it! Move it! Don't let him-"
Cops began to swarm from the woodworks.
"Don't move!"
The dealer runs.
"Police! Freeze!"
Have to move fast…
"Holy shit!"
But no one is fast enough for the shadow that swoops in and snatches the target. The cops watch in amazement as the shadow and their target vanishes.
The dark of night, a perfect cloak for the moving shadow. But it doesn't stop the fear that ignites in the heart of the dealer who is now slammed against a wall, gazing into the masked face of his assailant.
"The drugs…" his assailant spoke in a distorted, disguised voice. "Where did you get them?" However, he still couldn't speak. He heard the man clearly, perfectly and painfully clear. But he couldn't speak. Was he going to die? Was this finally it? "Whose you're supplier?"
"I... I... I don't-" The man stammered.
"Perhaps a view of the drop will make you remember." The masked man brought the drug dealer over to the ledge of the building they were on, the drug dealer gasping as they had been on the ground not too long ago, so how did they end up here so quickly? He also gasped because they were on the rooftop of a six-story building and it was a long way down.
He screamed in fear as he found himself held over the edge by his ankle and suspended over the long drop.
"Okay! Okay! I'll talk! I'll talk! Put me down!" The man begged with tears, whimpering.
"Talk first and then I'll let you down." The assailant threatened.
"Please! I can feel the blood rushing to ma-AHHH!" The dealer screamed as he was let go and plummeted to the ground.
Until he stopped in mid-air with a jerk and found a rope of sorts was attached to his ankle and pulled him back up into the assailant's grip. It was enough to make him break... as well as piss his pants as he whimpered.
"Okay! Okay! I get it from…from the Fish!"
"Thank you." The assailant said sarcastically before he yanked the dealer onto the rooftop with him and the dealer saw a fist flying at his face, followed by excruciating pain then darkness.
"Let's see, got...a couple more hours until the party." Drake muttered to himself as he watched the drug dealer be found by the police after he left the man on the street. He checked his watch and saw it was only 8 O'clock. The party at MJ's house wasn't due to start until 10 O'clock at night and from then on it would be drinking and partying, but since it's human teenagers with their hormones, the correct assessment would be: Drinking and fucking.
Right now, however, Drake was doing his daily crime-fighting stuff, hoping to get another lead on Ben Parker's killer but had come up with nothing tonight, so he made himself busy by taking out a few small gangs and thugs, killed off some demons that decide to come to the human world.
He also tracked a drugs deal going down and that's what led to him interrogating the man he just knocked out and left for the police to handle. Since he couldn't do anything about avenging Ben Parker and giving the Parker family closure, he decided to start his war with the criminal Underworld in New York, starting with the drug dealers and supplies.
Once he's done for the night in terms of crime-fighting, he'll go to the party and have fun for the rest of the night, whether that be normal kind of fun at a party or the sexual kind is something Drake did not know. Though he won't lie and say a part of him didn't want the sexual type of fun to happen between him and a certain redhead.
But one step at a time.
He also wanted to investigate this other vigilante that's going around, the one called... Spider-Man.
"Speak of the devil, there he is." Drake voiced out and saw a figure swinging from building to building clad in what looked to be a red and blue onesie? It wasn't very protective, nor appealing to look at, but then again Drake wasn't wearing anything impressive aside from his red coat.
Though, he would admit, the guy had some serious strength, agility and reflexes to move at such speeds while swinging like he did. The guy had to be one of those Mutants that politicians like Senator Kelly have been ranting about on the news.
Humans... always believing those who are different are a threat to their way of life, always seeking to destroy or make a weapon out of it. Just look at the Hulk, every time he shows up, humans shoot and try to kill him when the guy clearly wanted to be left alone.
Drake had nothing against Mutants, why should he? He's part demon. However, if any of these Mutants tried anything such as world-domination because they believed they were superior than humans because of their abilities... then Drake will step in to handle them.
The world was under his protection against any threat against it.
But anyway, back to Spider-Man...
The sound of someone shouting for help caught his attention and he looked down at a small alley to see a woman getting cornered by a group of men. She was a relatively pretty thing, average in terms of overall look and figure, nowhere near on the level of MJ or some of the girls on the cheerleading squad like Liz Allen. But still pretty.
It was not difficult to figure out what the group of five thugs cornering her in the alley were planning to do. Even from this distance he could make out their lecherous expressions and from what he could smell, they practically screamed their intentions.
His eyes than panned to Spider-Man to see what he would do and saw that the vigilante had already started swinging down in the direction of the scene.
Moving closer to get a better look at how Spider-Man fought, he positioned himself on the top of the building and watched from above as Spider-Man took out the thugs with ease. It was not due to superior fighting skill, oh no. In fact, from what he was seeing, Spider-Man was far from a skilled fighter, more of a novice. He threw a punch like someone who was still learning to do so.
He talked far too much as well, which while good for distracting your opponents and stalling for time, also left you slightly vulnerable as well. After all, there was always the risk of running into someone who could turn the tables against you in a battle of words just like in any other battles.
But he was winning due to two things.
The first was his superior physiology. Spider-Man, moved quicker and hit harder than anything of the thugs could hope to do.
The second was that Spider-Man was reacting to attacks that came from his blind spot, dodging them with ease and skill that should not be possible without years of experience. The fact that Spider-Man did not even know how to throw a punch properly told Drake that experience was something Spider-Man did not have.
Still, he would admit that Spider-Man had some serious potential, though if he continued to fight this way, he would eventually meet his match.
Though that day would not be today it seems as he finished off the last thug and helped the woman out onto the streets where she waited for the police she had called while Spider-Man fought off the thugs to arrive. He even made it seem like he left the scene, while watching over her from above.
A smart move in all honesty.
The police of Queens had made it clear that Spider-Man was a vigilante that needed to be put behind bars. Many heroes were treated that way when they first started out, so it was no surprise. It was the same with him. Police shot at Drake when they saw him or ordered him to surrender and be arrested.
Vigilantism wasn't exactly legal, plus police clearly don't like it when people take the law into their own hands and do their jobs for them.
"So, you must be the Spider guy I've heard about." Drake spoke before he could stop himself and Spider-Man jumped backwards to put some distance between him and Drake while landing in a defensive crouch. "You got some good reflexes."
Spider-Man looked at the man across from him warily, his body coiled in preparation to either run or fight and Drake approved of that, it showed the vigilante had talent. "Who are you?" Spider-Man asked and for the first time, Drake had to wonder how young Spider-Man actually was.
His figure was slim and lean, though there was very clear muscle definition starting to form, no doubt due to swinging through the air like he did. Hell, Drake would have wagered that he was in his early twenties at least. Yet, his voice, though muffled clearly showed signs of being someone younger.
Narrowing his eyes, Drake took a sniff of the air, inhaling the scent and seeing if he could recognize it. Safe to say, he was shocked when he connected the dots since he only knew this scent with one other person.
"Hey, mister. I asked who you-"
"Peter?!" Drake blurted out with shock and surprise.
This outburst caused Spider-Man to jerk in shock himself before he started stammering and sputtering, his voice nervous as he backed a step,
"Nope, don't know who that is. Bye!" He said before firing off something from his wrists that Drake moved to avoid. In most circumstances he would have avoided them quite easily, in fact he would have avoided them now if it had not been for one simple fact, they were webs. Not actual webs he was sure of that because he caught a glimpse of them being fired from some sort of device underneath Peters red and blue onesie costume, but they certainly acted like webs.
Right at the end, they unfurled like a net and caught Drake's foot and wrapped around it before sticking it to the ground. The half-Devil himself was little shocked at how effective the webs were, but for someone like him, it was very easy to escape from.
He jerked his leg and the web snapped easily. He looked to see Spider-Man swinging away.
"Shit." He muttered to himself. He'll need to confront Peter about this, after the party of course. Speaking of that, he better go back to his place and get changed before going to the party.
"I can't believe you actually managed to drag me along with you." Peter shook his head as he stood beside Drake in MJ's house, where a party was in full swing. People were drinking, chatting, laughing, having a good time. It kinda helped take the load off the fact that the world wasn't exactly a fun place since it was serious and had to be treated in a serious manner.
"Oh quit your whining." Drake said as he sipped some beer. Due to being half-demon, he couldn't get drunk after three or five drinks, it required a lot more than that to get him completely hammered out of his mind, and he's only been that way once... worst night ever. Drake then nudged Peter. "Your girlfriend's here as well."
Peter looked over and saw Gwen sitting at the couch, reading a book and he blushed. "She-She's not my girlfriend!"
"Uh huh." Drake rolled his eyes. "Peter, I know you want her to be your girlfriend and do all the typical girlfriend/boyfriend stuff-"
"Like you want to do with MJ?" Peter asked but Drake ignored him.
"-But the only way for you to actually do so... is to go and talk to her." Drake gently shoved Peter forward, causing the teen to give the half-demon a glare but he steeled himself and made his way over to Gwen as MJ took Peter's place, dressed in tight blue jeans and a white tanktop that revealed a decent amount of cleavage.
"You are cruel." MJ said with an amused smirk as they watched Peter sit next to Gwen and begin chatting, though they can clearly see Peter's nervousness and Gwen's amusement as she actually speaks to him and not brush him off like she's done to other guys. "You sure it's a good idea to try and set them up? Gwen recently broke up with Flash, need I remind you."
"Hey, it's not like they're going to makeout just after meeting each other." Drake said as he finished his beer. "I'm merely just letting the romance begin. Seriously, Peter's attracted to her and he needs to talk to her. Where they go from there... that's on them. But I doubt they'll kiss now considering Gwen's recent breakup and all that."
"So... we just watch the show?" MJ asked with a smirk. Drake smirked back and the two raised their drinks and sipped them as they watched.
MJ glanced at him. She had a few drinks in her tonight, and she couldn't help but inch closer to Drake until her side was against his and she placed a hand on his stomach, causing him to look at her with a raised eyebrow. "You know I... I've... I really like you, right?"
"That the drink talking?" Drake asked, though he was aware of MJ's attraction to him, and his own attraction to her... he had just been trying to figure out a way to ask her out.
"No... it's me." MJ shook her head. "I mean, how can I not find you attractive? You're smart, attractive, a good friend and care about those you call friends. What kind of girl doesn't fall for that?"
"Well-" Drake was cut off when MJ leaned up and pressed her lips against his. Drake, after a moment's hesitation, kissed her back and wrapped an arm around her waist, while his other hand squeezed her jean-clad ass cheek softly, causing MJ to moan before Drake moved them out of view and pressed MJ up against the wall in her house's hallway, lifting her up by her ass and she wrapped her legs around his waist as the two continued to makeout, their tongues clashing as they French kissed and groped one another.
While MJ and Drake were making out, Peter and Gwen were talking to one another and enjoying it. Peter was slowly getting over his nervousness and smiling at something Gwen said when Flash Thompson walked up to them.
"Hey parker!" Flash said, getting Peter and Gwen's attention. Judging from the way Flash was stumbling, they could easily see that he was drunk. "You... you trying to take my girl?"
Gwen rolled her eyes as she stood. "I'm not your girlfriend anymore, Flash. You made sure of that when you cheated on me!"
"I'm not talking to you!" Flash rounded on her, the commotion drawing attention as Drake and MJ came back from their makeout session.
"Oh no." Drake groaned at seeing Flash, drunk and clearly angry.
"Flash, listen-" Peter tried to say but got shoved back by Flash.
"Hey! hey!" Harry Osborn, son of Oscorp owner Norman Osborn, came in between Flash and Peter. "That's enough."
"Stay out of this, Osborn!" Flash shoved Harry aside.
"That's it." Drake muttered before he walked over and grabbed Flash in a headlock. "That's enough out of you, Flash."
"G-Get off me, Redgrave!" Flash tried to fight back, but considering Drake was a half-demon and holding back a LOT to keep Flash restrained, he's lucky Drake didn't go all out to put him in the headlock or else he'd be dead. Drake, after some struggling with Flash, managed to toss the drunken jock out of the house as MJ checked on Peter, Gwen and Harry.
Drake sighed as he came back. "Had a feeling something like this would happen."
MJ gave him a look. "Shut up..."
And that's it for this chapter folks. Sorry for deleting it. I was going to do a change but decided not to.
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.