I know I've attempted a Fanfiction taking place in Insomniac's Spider-Man universe too many times, with a regular OC, then Venom, then a OC brother of Peter Parker, then Spawn... well, actually Spawn was the first that I went with. And I've felt the urge to bring it back after some careful debate. I know Spawn probably doesn't fit with the likes of Spider-Man... which is why I wonder how the Punisher has been involved in Spider-Man at times.

But anyway, this story is a Spawn/Spider-Man crossover that takes place a year before the events of Marvel's Spider-Man begins, and yes this story will go straight through to Marvel's Spider-Man 2... actually, that might be a sequel story of it's own, Marvel's Spawn 2.

The pairings of this story are OC x Felicia Hardy/Black Cat, and Peter Parker/Spider-Man x Mary Jane Watson.

This story is Rated M for strong language, dark themes, blood, gore, and sex scenes later on.

Disclaimer: I do not own Spawn or Spider-Man. I only own the OC Nathan Nolan/Spawn.

On the sidewalk of a street, somewhere in a run-down neighbourhood in Brooklyn, New York, a 2017 black Ford Transit Van was parked. The inside was the same in terms of the front, which was the two seats, wheel, and stick as well as the accelerator and the brake. In the back, it had been remodled for a person to sleep in, as evidenced by the signs of clothing and a bed of which a man was currently sleeping on.

The man was in his twenties, was around six feet tall, had short black hair with the sides of his head shaved, forming a mohawk out of the hair at the top of his head, tapering off into a point at the nape of his neck. He was shirtless, dressed only in black faded jeans and black military boots.

However, while he seemed to be peacefully sleeping... his sleep was anything but peaceful.

"Daddy..."

"Dad..."

"Daddy!

"DAD!"

"NATHAN!"

"SARAH! RUN! GRAB THE KIDS!"

A gun was cocked.

BANG!

There was fire...

Then dark laughter.

Then it was that day again.

"DADDY!"

With a yell, the man shot up with wild, dark green eyes, looking around while his shoulders heaved from aggression but he slowly started to relax when he saw he was in his van and not... there. He inhaled and exhaled several times before sighing and burying his face in his hands, clenching his fingers into his scalp. Once again, his sleep is plagued by nightmares. Nightmares of the worst day of his entire life... and then it's followed by fire, dark laughter of a being not human.

Shaking his head, the man, Nathan, grabbed a gray tanktop and put it on before opening one of the back doors of his van so he can step out. He took a look up and down the street, seeing it was deserted, save for a trio of scantily-dressed girls wearing short shorts and short crop tops, or skirts that were too short and showed off their legs. Prostitutes most likely. They noticed him and sent him flirty smiles and waves, taking various poses that showed off their bodies and curves. Nathan ignored them and glanced to the sky, seeing that the sun was covered by thick, gray clouds, so he figured it must be sometime in the afternoon.

As Nathan reached in for his coat, he heard a pair of car engines and glanced up the street where the three prostitutes were to see a pair of cars coming down. Fancy-looking types that only only one type of people would drive; gangsters.

In the car in front, an bald African-American man grinned and snapped his fingers while pointing to one of the three ladies. "Hold up. Let me talk to that bitch right there."

The cars pulled up, gaining the attention of the ladies. One of them, a dark-haired, African-American woman, looked terrified and quickly began to move at the behest of her friends as the gangsters got out of their cars, the gang leader with his dark, predatory eyes on the ebony-skinned woman.

"Where you running?" He demanded, stretching his arms out as he and he posse approached.

"I already took care of you!" The woman said, which only caused the gang leader to laugh.

Up the street, Nathan watched with a frown while putting on his coat, watching as the gang closed in on the three ladies. "Come on now, you don't run from me." The gang leader said with smugness as he approached with his pace becoming quicker. As soon as he was close, he grabbed the woman and growled while shiving her head-first into the wall. "You don't run from me, bitch!"

Nathan's expression was blank as he watched, seeing the gang leader grip the woman's hair and start pulling her in the direction of the highway bridge where there was garbage and a dark-coloured fence. The woman was crying and begging, screaming 'No!' Soon enough, they were out of sight behind the fence and the woman's blood-curling screams could still be heard.

However, Nathan did not act, he did not approach to intervene. It was not his problem. All he wanted was to mind his business before he resumed his trip to Manhattan. Shaking his head, he turned and went towards the local liquor store, but he could still hear the woman's screams, ringing through his head.

"DAD!"

"DADDY!

"NATHAN!"

"NO!"

BANG!

Nathan shook his head, clearing the memory from his mind with an irritated sigh as he went to enter the store. However, he paused when he saw a boy crossing the street, discreetly trying to avoid the gangsters but it was easier said and done and futile because one of the gangsters spotted the boy. As the gangsters swarmed towards the boy, who cried for help as they grabbed him, Nathan shook his head and went into the liquor store.

Outside, the gang surrounds the boy and starts to mug him when their leader returns to the scene after raping the prostitute in the back alley. "The fuck is this?!" He shouted, announcing his presence. The gang backed up as he got close to the kid and crouched down with a predatory glare, his tone chilling and sinister. "You crossin' my street? You gotta pay the toll. You see, there's two ways to get off this street: you work for me, or the other way."

Despite the situation, despite how scared he was, the boy managed to muster a glare and say in a defiant tone. "I ain't gonna run drugs for you."

This just made the gangster laugh. "I love this kid." He said to one of his friends before looking at the boy, smile dropping into a dark glare. "I was kinda hopin' you'd say that." He gets up and turns around before snapping his fingers, signalling his thugs to rough up the boy.

"No! No! No!" The boy shouted, crying while the thugs showed no mercy, not even to a small child who wasn't even a teenager.

In the liquor store, Nathan paused from looking for something to drink as he heard the boy's cries but shook his head and returned to what he was doing... but the boy's cries only stirred the memories.

"Hey dad, catch!"

"Gotta throw better than that, David!"

"Don't want to cramp your style, old man!"

"Oi!"

Nathan shakes his head and grabs a bottle of Yoo-hoo while the handicapped clerk, Big Mike, rolls to the back of the cashier counter as Nathan approaches. "We got a special on Bourbon." Nathan just places the bottle on the counter, getting a raised eyebrow. "I meant Vodka."

"Nearly twelve months sober." Nathan said gruffly. The sounds of the mugging outside got his attention once more and he turned to look and watch, grabbing his Yoo-Hoo and drinks it at the door while watching.

Big Mike sees what he's looking at and scoffs sadly. "Fuckin' animals." He spat before glancing at Nathan. "Makes you want to do something, doesn't it?" He opens his flask of whiskey and takes a drink out of it. "Couple of years back, that was me standing right where you are now, looking out that door. The difference was, a little girl back then."

"Daddy! Daddy! Look at me!"

"That's good, Marie."

Nathan looked down, his grip around the Yoo-Hoo bottle tightening before he asked tightly. "What did you do?"

Big Mike was silent for a couple of seconds before he spoke. "I walked out there." He sighs and shakes his head, looking at his legs. "Three tours at the Sandbox, not so much as a scratch. I come home to this shit."

"Always a war on somewhere." Nathan said softly, continuing to watch the mugging before he drinks his Yoo-Hoo.

Big Mike shakes his head and rolls back to the counter. "'Why fuckin' bother?' That's my motto. If the Almighty struck those savages down today, there will just be five more to replace them by tomorrow." He reaches under the counter and places a small cup down to pour his whiskey into. "Nothing makes a difference. The whole world is burning down, my friend. At least I got me a front row seat for it. Buck fifty for the Yoo-hoo."

Nathan stares at the scene outside for a moment longer, his eyes briefly glowing green before it faded, and he turns swiftly and approaches the counter, dropping a $20 bill. "Bottle of Jack."

The clerk looks at him.

Outside, the thugs had pressed the boy up against the wall, his face a little roughed and bleeding while one of the thugs pulls out a switchblade and holds it to his throat. "Say you're sorry or I'll cut your fucking throat, kid!" The thug demanded.

"C'mon kid, say yes!" The leader demanded.

Nathan walked out of the store with purpose, his bottle of Jack Daniels in a small paper bag.

"All you gotta do is say yes!" The leader continued. "You've got a choice; either my way or this way!"

Nathan gets closer and closer with a cold glare on his face, the bag falling away to reveal he was gripping the top of the Jack Daniels. He briefly tossed it into the air and caught it effortlessly in his hand, before rearing back as if to throw it.

"Come on now, kid! You say yes. All you gotta do is say yes!" The leader said. "We've got a motherfucking problem up in here!"

Suddenly, one of the thugs was bludgeoned from behind by the Jack Daniels bottle thanks to Nathan, who had strode right up and swung it at the thug's head. His attack caught the rest off guard but Nathan was already on the attack as he swung the bottle into the face of a second thug, causing blood to spit from his mouth gruesomely, then Nathan brought the bottle down into the top of a third thug's head, but Nathan finished him off with a stomp to the head that caused blood to spit from the thug's mouth. Snapping his attention onto a fourth thug, Nathan jabbed him in the face with the bottle of Jack Daniels, then heard the sound of a switchblade from the fifth thug.

The thug jabbed forward, intending to stab Nathan, who sidestepped, grabbed the thug's arm and bent it backwards with the sound of bone-snapping followed by the thug's agonized screams at feeling his bone pop right off and probably break due to how strong Nathan's grip was. Controlling the thug's knife arm, he jabbed the knife into a sixth thug's neck, causing blood to gush out like a leaking bucket or a fountain. Releasing the knife, the thug fell back with the knife in his throat while Nathan swung the bottle into the fifth thug's face, killing him,

Hearing the sound of a gun cocking. Nathan snapped his gaze to a seventh thug who pulled out a handgun, raising to point it at Nathan who quickly grabbed the arm, then brought it down on his shoulder which dislocated the thug's arm and then Nathan pulled on the thug's finger on the trigger to make him shoot an eight thug in the head. Turning to the seventh thug, Nathan brought the bottle of Jack down on the thug's dislocated arm, forced it back until the bone literally popped through the skin and the gun was pointed at the thug. Then Nathan pulled the trigger, putting a hole in his head and he watched the body drop to join the other seven dead thugs.

And now there was just one left.

Nathan slowly turned, the bloodied bottle of Jack in his grip, as he faced the gang leader who looked at his dead gang before levelling Nathan with a pissed off glare that met Nathan's cold and ruthless glare. The gang leader lifted his shirt, revealing he had a pistol tucked into his trousers and slowly pulled it out before he raised it while pulling the hammer back, intending to quickly shoot. However, he did not get the chance as the boy his gang had been mugging, who had quickly went off to hide when Nathan attacked, lunged and bit into the thug's leg hard, causing him to scream in pain and also fire at the same time but his shot missed Nathan who threw the bottle of Jack Daniels directly into the thug's face, knocking him down.

Striding forward as the thug got to his feet, shakily aiming the gun, Nathan grabbed the arm and bent it, making the bone tear through the skin and pop out, causing pain and agony for the thug who screamed in pain. However, Nathan didn't stop there as he stomped on the thug's right ankle which broke and the bone tore through the skin, then he did the same thing to the thug's left ankle, rendering him completely defenceless as Nathan stood over him, uncaring of the screams or curses the thug let out.

Nathan sighed and picked up the bottle of Jack Daniels, looking at it before he looked at the thug whose eyes widened as he watched the man's normal green eyes completely glow. Like to the point there were no white pupils, it was just glowing green eyes. "W-What the hell are you?" The thug whimpered in agony.

"Your worst fucking nightmare." Nathan growled in a chillingly cold voice. He opened the lid of the Jack Daniels and poured the contents all over the thug who screamed as the alcohol splashed onto his wounds. Once the bottle was empty, Nathan tossed it aside, reached into his coat pocket and took out a lighter that he flicked open. The thug's eyes widened in terror and horror as Nathan stared at him with cold, dead eyes... then he turned and began walking away to the thug's confusion.

However, Nathan had a purpose for this. He saw the prostitute the thug had raped standing there, watching the whole thing. She stepped back as he approached her, but he handed the lighter to her without even slowly his pace down as he continued towards his van.

About a minute later, the sounds of the thug's screams, followed by fire starting, were heard.

Reaching his van, Nathan took off his coat and tossed it into the back, then glanced down at his bloodied tanktop and sighed before shaking his head and walked over to the driver's side. "Hey mister!" A voice called, making him stop and turn to see the boy standing there. "T-Thank you."

Nathan stared at the kid for a moment before he opened the door and reached into a compartment on the passenger side, grabbed a rubber band and wrapped something up before he got out of the van and tossed a total of $100 in a rubber band to the kid who caught it clumsily, having not expected it after all. "Don't waste it all on sweets." Was all Nathan said as he got into his van and soon drove off... heading for New York City.

Soon, the streets of New York were going to be soaked in the blood of scum who deserved it...

Yeah, this whole opening was inspired by The Punisher: Dirty Laundry, great short-film by the way. Thomas Jane really kills it as Frank Castle. Who knows, maybe the Punisher will make an appearance in this story.

Anyway, let me know what you think in the reviews.