A being with hearing more advanced than any human, even animal, is by far the least favorable power. Jonah sat on further corner of the bleachers in physical education, he was hearing conversations that he didn't want to listen in on, not just from the gymnasium specifically but from further away in the school.
That's when he caught a basketball in his hand, he looked over to see a group of young man of varying heights looking at him. "Ah shit, sorry bout that! Can we have the ball back?"
Jonah simply shrugged before sending the basketball soaring into the air and into the basketball hoop and just, continued what he was doing. Specifically being on his phone, he couldn't wear sunglasses in his school, meaning he'd have to avoid eye contact for as long as possible so no one could see his red eyes.
"Hey did you hear about that spider guy?"
"Yeah, I was listening to the Danikast and that guy came up."
"What makes you think it was a dude?"
"There's a video, pretty obvious it was a dude."
"I heard that was a stunt made to advertise a movie."
"Dude… you do know that building was actually burning and there could've been people killed there right?"
"I mean… it's a possibility! Don't look at me like that!"
Jonah forcibly held his own face muscles back from creating a smug smile as he scrolled through Twitter. It has been five days since the fire, along with his grand debut as the man who can crawl up a wall, and it was the appropriate amount of time for articles covering the unknown figure, conspiracy theories that revolved around a super solider went rouge.
"I wonder how they'd get the idea I'm gay through just a three minute video.", Jonah was still very... confused about that. Even more confused and concerned at the amount of people who argued over it. "Wait a minute, it's Twitter, of course they're gonna go with that."
Jonah suddenly jumped at the sudden hand on his shoulder, only to see Hobie just smiling which quickly evolved into a chuckle. "Hey asshole."
"Oh don't be like that.", Hobie waves this off and continued. "What're you doin after school?"
"I'm thinkin of dropping by Teo's Bodega when we get out, gotta grab some stuff for the house.", Jonah clicks his tongue as he felt his stomach drop. "Fuck, I just remembered I need to pay the rent."
"Oh I can help you with that.", Hobie says patting his shoulder. "Just say the word."
"Nah, I appreciate it but I'll have to manage with what I got.", Jonah says with sigh.
Exiting the stairway leading down into the train station, unfolding his sunglasses and putting them on. Jonah walked his usual route down the street... though he did a double take once passing by local stores that were near the train station, seeing a middle aged man of darker skin sweeping the front of his barbershop. "Hey, Caleb. You alright man?"
"I got robbed. Actually, every goddamn business had their inventory stolen the last few weeks.", Caleb says with a sigh. "Shit like paper products, kits, sanitizers. We're all local, we can't come back from that."
"Have you tried reporting it?"
"Of course! But no one's taking us seriously.", Caleb states with a dejected sigh. "Heard Camila decided to look into it herself. Went down to the shipping center to see what's up."
"Damn, really? I'll see if I can meet her there.", Jonah says, the man looking at him with a smile.
"Thanks kid, lord knows we need all the help we can get.", the man said as Jonah turned around and began walking the opposite direction of his home.
"Alright.. let's go check it out.", Jonah thinks to himself as he walked down the street once again, taking a sharp left turn down another alleyway. The moment he did so he began running up the wall. Jonah jumped from building to building, throwing himself over structures and running across as fast as he could before propelling himself off the ground.
In a few minutes, he managed to make it to the shipping center... however, police cars were there as well. Yellow tape bordering certain parts of the shipping center as the men went on about their work.
"Witness says a woman was stuffed into a trunk after an argument with some people, y'know, the ex con type.", an officer says looking through the witness report. "We got an ID?"
"We used the footage captured by an Oscorp cam. Went through some people but we found a Camila Vázquez, owns Pana Fuerte in Harlem.", says another police officer, which it didn't take long for the words to register. The situation finally becoming clear to him.
"Shit. Camila must've been kidnapped. I gotta find her... but I'm not sure the cops would let me just walk in there...", a smirk formed on his face as he took off his glasses, allowing his vision to adjust.
Jonah may have been on the roof, but his eyes were allowing him to see it from that distance. "Y'know, this isn't that bad now that I know how it works.", he thinks to himself as his eyes laid on a parking garage receipt that was being picked up by one of the police officers.
"Chinatown... got it, but that's not gonna be very helpful.", he looked around more, his eyes finding a jacket out into a plastic container. "Looks like it's from David's Complete Auto Repair... guess I'll pay them a visit. But first..."
A car slowly came to a stop down in an alleyway in Chinatown, the driver slapped the wheel angrily. "Fucking dickheads, did you really need to do that?!"
"What?! The boss said no witnesses, so might as well."
"God you're a fucking idiot!", the driver cursed as he heard police sirens slowly coming their way. "Shit, cops are here! This was what I meant dumbass!", he exclaimed as he sped off, making a sharp turn and sped through the street with three police cars trailing close behind. "You dropped your fucking jacket and now they're onto us."
"Damn I'm sorry! That old bitch made me-", the passenger stopped short as he gasped, he saw something running at them. "Drive faster!"
"What? Why?", the driver asked as he was immediately met with someone right next to his window. Of course it was Jonah, hiding behind a dark hoodie with a red spider emblem, light grey jeans and running shoes, wearing a red ski mask with black goggles shielding his eyes. "The hell?! I'm already going at 70 miles per hour."
"Nice ride.", the masked figure grabbed the door and tore it open with his talons. Propping his feet on the ledge as he tilted his head.
"The fuck- shoot him!", the driver exclaimed as the passenger pulled out a gun only for it to be taken from his hands.
"Wow, my weakness. A revolver, anything but that!", the red masked Jonah sarcastically remarked before flipping onto the passenger side. Effortlessly ripping off the car door and tossing the passenger onto the side walk. Seconds after, he used the ledge to heave himself into a drop kick that sent the man flying out of the driver side door.
Flipping onto the front of the car, he pressed against it with enough force to cause it to slow down. The car slowly inching into a half. "And that's done."
The red masked Jonah walked to the trunk before ripping it off, only to see Camila looking at him work fear and confusion. "Don't worry ma'am, you're safe now.", he says before assisting her out of the trunk.
"Those- those men were paid to steal our inventory, drive us out of business!", Camila exclaimed. "They're holding it down by the docks on FDR."
"Near the bridge? Got it. I'll be sure to get your stuff back.", the masked vigilante says with a smile under his mask. "Do you need help getting home?"
"No no, I can call a cab.", Camila says with a smile. "Gracias, you saved my life, señor."
"Stay safe, ma'am.", the goggle wearing Jonah says with a snap of his fingers before jumping over the car and then leaping onto a building. "Who would pay someone to steal their inventory. That's so oddly specific, why drive them out of business?",
As he landed on his hands only to propel himself through the metal bars of a water tower, landing on a brick wall then running directly up it. "Maybe's someone trying to buy the land and wants them out to move in, but then, who would do it?"
Landing on a light pole across the street if the docks, he scanned the area as the sun began to descend. Basking it in the warm glow of the setting sun. "Crates... crates, and oh look at that, more crates. Their supplies could be anywhere in here, lotta guys there too. Maybe... maybe I can listen in."
Jonah leapt into the air and onto the light pole across the one he was perched on before leaping onto one of the metal structures. "What do you think he's gonna build on the land?", a man asked as he surrounded a table with two others
"Either an apartment or an office space, ya can never tell with the guy.", the second man said with a shrug. "As long as he can run the drugs out of there."
"Yeah, it's a good way to make money quick."
Jonah's eyes narrowed as he crawled along the thick metal framing. He looked down to see a man holding a gun on one of the crates. Jonah would jump into the air and towards him, knocking him out with a hard drop kick before using his back to propel himself onto one of the light poles.
"What do you think he's gonna do with all this junk?", another man said. "I mean really, the fuck are we gonna do with napkin holders?"
"Then he'll throw away the shit with some level of value.", said another man. "You remember which crate it was right?"
"Uhhh... I think it was the green one with a star on it."
"Good, just checking. Now go get started with it."
"Riveting conversation fellas.", the voice of a young man drew their attention to the light pole above. "But I got everything I need to know."
"Who the hell is that?!"
"Who cares! Just shoot him!", the men pulled out their handguns and began to fire at him. Jonah smirked as he flipped off the light pole, twisting his body around as he dodged the bullets in mid air before landing on a man.
Jonah grabbed the man he landed on before throwing him at another that just turned from the crate. "Oh shit!", the man exclaimed before dodging it, he looked over only to get a kick to his neck with enough force to break it.
"I'll be taking that.", Jonah reached down and took one of the handguns before jumping into the air.
The thieves armed with sub machine guns slowly inched their way around the docks. That was when the sounds of bullets cutting through air erupted before being halted. "Shit- he's picking us off one by one!"
"Where's the fun in that?", they looked over to see the hooded vigilante standing on the side of a crate. Soon after a bullet would fly straight though the shoulders of one of the men.
Quickly after, the remaining men would begin shooting at him. Shells flying around as Jonah flipped through them, boosting himself off of a crate to land foot first into someone's chest, grabbing them by the collar and throwing them onto another one.
"AGH!!", Jonah yelled in pain, he looked at his abdomen to see blood staining his newly stolen hoodie accompanied with a small hole. He turned to the man before rushing at him, flipping out from the line of gun fire before kicking his knee to bring him down and clawing at his face before grabbing his own gun and began violently beating him with it.
Blood splattered as Jonah unleashed his rage onto the man until his face was nothing but a blood covered mess, teeth slowly slipping out of the gums as he breathed heavily. "Fuck you."
Jonah stomped over to the green crate with the white star on it, he hissed when he noticed a blue crate was right in front of the entrance. "Really? Whatever.", he sighs as he began pushing it aside, cringing as the metal screeched along the concrete floor.
"Eugh.", Jonah shivered as he rubbed his ears. That was when he heard two vehicles pull up and doors being opened up.
"Holy shit! Someone cleaned out the whole yard!", another thug says as another seven more exited the cars.
"Look fellas, it's touching you'd actually help your little friends. But c'mon!", the masked vigilante says holding his side before jumping into the air, the men pulled out their firearms only for one of them to get slammed directly into their car door, causing it to close violently on the one behind them.
He quickly dodged more shots to his chest before leaping up again and drop kicking another one in the face. Using his mmm to bounce off and grab a guy before choke slamming him down onto the ground. "How's he doing that?!"
"Don't worry about it!", Jonah says before push kicking the car, the men screamed in pain as it was pushed so hard it slammed against another crate. He began whistling a tune as he walked towards them, climbing onto the car and sitting down crisscross. "Alright fellas, let's play a game of 20 questions. First question, who's behind this?"
"We ain't tellin nobody-!", one of them said before being kicked in the face and knocked out.
"Wrong answer.", Jonah hissed as he kicked the other man with the same amount of force. "Now that's that...", the masked vigilante says as he pulled out his phone and began searching for that specific barber shop in Harlem.
After finding the exact shop he called the number, tapping his feet as he waited. ["This is Caleb's cuts, sorry but we can't-"]
"I found your inventory.", Jonah says, crossing his fingers that the man didn't recognize his voice.
["Wh-What?! That's great!"]
"Yeah, it's down by the docks. Bring a few trucks and I'll help you move it all back."
Hours had passed, trucks speeding through the street as they traveled from the docks to Harlem. Boxes filled the side walks as shop owners moved their inventory back into their stores. After wrapping a bandage around his waist, the still hooded vigilante stood in front of the barbershop. "Oh man, we were ready to file for bankruptcy and close our doors for good. Thank you! A thousand times thank you, if you ever need a haircut, just drop on by."
The still masked vigilante lowered his hood and pointed to his full mask. "Eh I'm sure we can work something out."
"Oye, you need food too, you're a growing young man.", Camila says as Jonah smiled under his mask. "Mira, come by Pana Fuerte anytime, we'll wrap up something nice for you. Okay?"
"I appreciate the offers guys.", Jonah says rubbing the quickly healing bullet hole.
"Everyone on the block feels the same, thanks Mister... ", Caleb trailed off as he looked at him. "What do we call you?"
"You can call me... Bullet Spider.", the now dubbed Bullet Spider says with a sudden grin on his face. He leapt off the ground and grabbed onto the roof ledge, throwing himself up and he began running.
"I completely demolished those guys by the docs. Even when I did get shot, I'm already healing up!", Bullet Spider exclaims with a smile as he perched himself on a building. "If I can handle those guys... maybe, just maybe, I can finally track down that ugly piece of shit."
His mind raced with possibilities, with his powers and masked identity. There was only one thing he knew he had to do. "I'm gonna find you, and I'm gonna fucking make sure you have a reason to cry!"
A dark skinned man wearing a dark blue business suit wearing a durag sat at his desk, going through what looked like slides of some sort of experiment. His phone began ringing and within seconds he answered it. "Why hello, Mr. Fisk. To what do I owe the pleasure."
["Spare me with the pleasantries, Norman. One of my men had called me, saying a few the others had been either killed or brutally beaten at the docks. The inventory of those pathetic stores being taken back."]
"You believe I have something to do with it?", the man, Norman, just laughed before quickly stopping. "Now get to the point, what do you want."
["I want this pesky annoyance found and killed. I trust you have the resources to find him."]
"And what will you do if we don't get him?", Norman asked with a blank expression.
["We'll get to that soon, best to not invoke my wrath so early Mr Osborn. My memories long, yet my reach is even longer."]
Norman was silent for a few moments, before smiling. "Oh trust me, Fisk. I would love to see you try."
/End/