Adjusting a darkly colored hoodie over a grey and white shirt that felt a bit tighter on him than usual, blue sweat pants and tight fitting sneakers. Jonah walked up the steps to the F.E.A.S.T. stairs, looking around as he let out a sigh. "I need to get new clothes, never noticed that I've outgrown these already. And uh...", he rubbed the small bandage on his brow. "Let's hope ma doesn't freak out about this."

Slipping on his sunglasses, he entered the F.E.A.S.T. shelter, the receptionist glanced at him with a smile before turning her attention back to the elderly man registering. For a brief second he focused on finding her specific voice, drowning out everyone around him before being met with a sudden hug.

"Мой дорогой мальчик!", the incredibly recognizable voice of his mother speaking in her native tongue rang out, Jonah stopped focusing and hugged his mother back. "Oh wow- you've put on a bit of muscle huh?"

Jonah shrugged as he pulled away. "Eh, I've been getting into a lot of cardio and calisthenics.", he says with a shrug. It didn't take him long to notice his mothers new appearance, she looked far better than when they last met, she looked generally younger than what her actual age detailed, she had tied her hair into a pony tail and also seemed generally more fit. "Though I can say the same for yourself."

"Come on, let's speak in my office.", Natalia says with a smile, almost laughing at her sons confused expression. She led him up the steps of the center and turned into an immediate left down a catwalk, leading into a small office

It had a cluttered desk, a small couch and a coffee table beyond a few filing cabinets and framed photos. "Wow, how'd you get an office so fast?"

"Lots of things can happen in a month or two.", Natalia shrugged as she sat at her desk, gesturing to the chair on the other side of the desk, to which he sat down. "So how's been everything lately?"

"Oh y'know, not a lot of things had happened beyond getting rejected from a few jobs.", Jonah says with a sigh. "I got ghosted by a company for like two weeks and then they just called me up to come to work the following Monday."

Natalia grimaced. "It's weird how that's a bizarre occurrence in our family.", she sighs before tilting her head. "What's with the sunglasses."

"I think I look cool with them."

"Understandable.", Natalia laughed a bit before looking at her son. "Have you been taking care of yourself? You sound very tired- and don't try lying, I can sniff that shit out immediately."

"Eh, trying to find a job while also picking up some small shit in around New York while also catching up with school work so I can y'know... graduate.", Jonah hesitated saying that before just slouching on the rather rough chair. "It's very exhausting."

"I can tell.", the woman says with a sigh as she straightens up. "Seems like you're in a rush though."

"Of course I am, you think I wanna keep bunking with Maya?", Jonah rolls his eyes behind his sunglasses. "I love her, I really love her actually but it feels like I'm just kinda... mooching off her, y'know?"

Natalia cocked an amused eyebrow. "If she hasn't complained, she doesn't mind you staying. Just saying."

"Well, yeah, but I mean, still.", Jonah stammered as his mother just shook her head amused. "Anyways, just came to check on how you were doing, which is much better than I expected but y'know."

"How's Hobie lately?", Natalia asked as she immediately notice her son become stiff and rigid. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine.", Jonah says with the same casual tone hidden with a lace of passive aggression as he walked to the doorway. "And uh... we're not talking, for now." Without any explanation, he just left, leaving his poor mother concerned and confused.

Jonah sat on top of a building overlooking the F.E.A.S.T. Shelter, wearing his Bullet Spider suit as he tapped his finger along the edges. "Crime has been going down a bit lately, that's what it looks like anyways. The little roaches in the streets learned to be less... conspicuous when it comes to some exchanges. Bright side about having better senses is that I can sniff out the bullshit from a mile a way."

He slips on his mask as he used his telescopic vision to look at the young man, he had dirty blond hair and brown eyes with a slight stubble, he wore a purple jacket over a green shirt, dark pants and white sneakers along with a black backpack. The rather plain looking young man entered an old looking Toyota and drove off, the Bullet Spider swinging after him shortly after.

Through some ingenuity on his part to avoid the young man from catching onto the Bullet Spider going on a specific path, the spider managed to successfully follow him. Perched on a building directly across an apartment building in Brooklyn, one where the man had drove to.

Within the apartment, the young man let out a yawn as he closed his door, locking it and quickly tossing away his jacket. "Hope the boss doesn't mind me running a little late, I need to take a nap.", the young man yawned. "But first.", he went to his kitchen and started to scavenge through his fridge.

That was when he felt a sudden breeze.

Turning around, the man looked confused as one of his larger windows leading to a fire escape had been opened. "Didn't I close that window before I left?", he asked himself as he cautiously stepped towards the window, poking his head out and looked around... to find nobody.

"Huh... okay.", the young man shrugged as he backed away and closed his window, completely obvious to the six foot tall figure that was currently clinging onto his ceiling. He turned around and went to his nice leather couch, he flipped over the small foot rest and unzipped it.

It revealed a small case that he pulled out and set on the spot next to him.

"Fredrick Meyers. Gotta say, I'm actually impressed.", the young man jolted up with his gun drawn at the Bullet Spider, his mask lifted just above his mouth as he drank a white monster energy drink from his fridge. "I guess being a drug peddling scumbag really does pay."

"Don't move or you're dead!", the young man exclaimed as he began trembling, the Bullet Spider seemed to roll his eyes as he threw a small knife, the gun immediately clattered to the floor as he let out a pained scream, the knife slicing right through his wrist, blood spilling out onto the floor.

Bullet Spider was on him in seconds, grabbing him by the mouth to silence him. "I'll give you two options, you tell me where you get your stash along with giving me forty percent of the cash you got here and you get to live another few miserable years... or."

He slowly pulled out his Glock from its holster, aiming it right at his eye. "I move on through each one of your contacts until they fork over the information. One by one. Bullet by bullet. Choose wisely.", Bullet Spider says with a cheerful tone laced with murderous intent.

Removing his hand, Fredrick quivered as he was shoved back into his couch, Bullet Spider's gun still drawn at him. "You wouldn't!"

Bullet Spider shook his head in disappointment as he took the safety off. "Hmm... unless you wanna deal with these.", he opened his mouth, showcasing the growing and dangerously sharp fangs.

"I-I'm working with the Tombstone, he runs a shop down in Harlem.", Fredrick managed to squeeze out the information. "We've recently got an order to construct an APC for a guy called M-Mister Negative."

"Who are either of those losers?", Bullet Spider asked as he pulled his mouth down, Fredrick looked away only for him to shove the barrel of the gun at his throat. "Keep talking."

"I-I don't know much about the client, but Tombstone is one of the freakiest drug lords in New York.", Fredrick shivered. "I saw a guy try and shoot him only for it to do nothing, I swear! The dude is a fucking monster!"

"Good boy.", the scarlet arachnid nodded before nodding his head towards the cash still out. "Hand it over. Now."

"O-Okay.", Fredrick slowly got down and began gathering some of the money, placing it away from the main pile. It was quickly snatched away by the Bullet Spider.

Stuffing it into his large pockets, Bullet Spider nodded. "Pleasure doing business with you."

"We-We're done r-right? You're gonna let me go??", Fredrick musters out as the Bullet Spider looked as him, slowly pulling off his mask and revealing himself as Jonah Parks. "Y-You're that kid?!"

"That doesn't matter.", Jonah states without any hint of emotion. "You were dealing drugs in the F.E.A.S.T. shelter, specifically towards recovering drug addicts right? And from what I can tell you didn't get to my mom yet."

"Wh-What?"

Jonah rolls his ruby red eyes. "You're a drug peddling piece of shit, a walking pile of garbage that preys on people who try to better themselves. You had this coming."

"B-But you'd said you let me go if I told you!", Fredrick exclaimed as Jonah smiled.

"Yeah, but why do you think I took off the mask?", Jonah asked rhetorically as without any hesitation, he shot Fredrick dead in the center of his forehead, killing him instantly.

Jonah pulled his mask back on, flipping the gun back to safety as he shoved it back into its holster. Opening the window and slowly closing it as he stepped out, hearing footsteps rapidly approaching, leaping into the air and swinging away to the train station.

"Like hell I'd let a pathetic moron like that live, can't believe he fell for it.", Bullet Spider snickered as he landed. "So, Tombstone, from what the dude said he's not exactly the most normal guy around. Of course he ain't, New York would be in shambles if he was fucking normal.", he let out a groan as he adjusted the blue cloth around his neck.

Bullet Spider stood on the platform with many others as they waited for the train as well, he felt his sleeve being tugged at. He turned to see a young woman with jet black hair and a phone in hand. "Can I uh... take a selfie with you?"

Bullet Spider shrugged as he rolled up his mask, his fangs emerging as the woman positioned the camera to fit both of them in the frame. With a wide smile to show off his fangs, she took the picture. "Thank you so much!"

Without saying much, he just gave her a thumbs up.

"Owns an auto body shop in Harlem, right?", Bullet Spider after making a short pit stop at the empty apartment of Maya using a spare key he had to snatch up more web fluid, he zipped through the streets of Harlem and latched himself on the underside of a bridge.

"I think Teo said he got his bike fixed at a place named Pale Horse Ridez. Since they're the only shop here, guess that's where I can find my boy.", Bullet Spider scratches his chin, ignoring the by standards recording him just casually walking upside down.

It didn't take him long to find the shop, but it was slightly aggravating due to how out of the way it was. The entrance hiding in between an alleyway that you could miss if you weren't paying attention. "Oh wow, a motorcycle outside and everything, well might as well let myself in."

Bullet Spider landed in front of the door, forcefully pushing it open and walking by a man dressed like a stereotypical biker. "Hey-! Who the-", the spider grabbed the man and threw him down the narrow corridor without an ounce of care.

"Pardon me, just here to see your piece of shit boss.", Bullet Spider casually said as he purposely stomped on the body he walked across. Kicking down a wooden door to a much larger room complimented with a garage.

Various men wearing the same stereotypical biker wear, some working on the main body of a APC looked at him alarmed. "Alright you trash, get your boss out here so he and I can have a nice conversation about the drugs trafficking around New York."

"Heh.", a biker got up from his work on the APC as many of them dropped what they were doing, may it be a game of cards, browsing on their phone, or drinking. "You think you can just waltz in here and ask to see the boss? Ain't gonna be that easy."

"Okay, then I'll make it easy.", Bullet Spider shrugs as he pulled out his gun and shot the man in the knee. The poor biker quickly fell to the ground with a pained scream as the rest of the crew's bravado faded as blood gushed from the open wound. "Okay, let's see how many bullets it takes for your boss to come out here."

"That won't be necessary.", said a very deep and raspy voice, so raspy it annoyed his ears. Tombstone stepped out of his office that was directly across from them. He was a rather wide and towering African American man, his pale skin tone suggesting albinism. He wore a leather vest over a long sleeve black button up, an orange scarf around his neck with brown jeans and a pair of dark brown timberlands. "Leave us."

"Y-Yes boss!", the biker gang dragged their whimpering comrade off and left the workshop.

Tombstone looked at the shorter vigilante with an amused expression. "What brings you to my fine establishment?"

"Oh y'know, heard you guys were good at repairs and creating customized vehicles from scratch.", Bullet Spider says looking at the work in progress APC. "That, and you're apart of the drug trade in the criminal underworld."

"And where'd ya hear that?", Tombstone asked as he went over to a wooden table at a far corner, picking up a bottle of Jack Daniels and flicking the cork off.

"Fredrick Meyers."

"Why am I not surprised? Freddie was always a punk, couldn't hold a gun for the life of him.", Tombstone sighs as he took a sip of his beverage. "Least he made up with the profits."

"Yeah yeah.", Bullet Spider waved this off as he pulled out his Glock. "Let's skip to the part where I tickle your uvula with a bullet, shall we?"

The towering man laughed at this proclamation, downing his alcohol before slamming it down onto the wooden table. "You've got some stones kid.", Tombstone nodded with what felt like respect, slowly slipping on knuckle dusters as he turned to face him. "Let's see if they break!"

"Oh yeah?", Bullet Spider says as he cracked his neck. "Come give it a try!"

Letting out a guttural yell that could've been mistaken as a roar, Tombstone charged in at frightening speeds. In response to this, Bullet Spider began unloading his magazine aiming at his face, only to be surprised as the bullets seem to bounce off his skin. Leaping into the air, he hooked his fingers underneath the pale Goliath's nose and threw him into the body of the APC.

Landing on his feet, Bullet Spider took the clip out and shoved a brand new clip right in. Slowly slipping it back into the holster as he popped his knuckles. "Okay then, old fashion then."

"Good. Was gettin worried you were afraid to throw a few.", Tombstone stood back up, completely unbothered by the throw and lunged forward only to be met with a body shot by Bullet Spider. Swinging his other arm, the spider quickly ducked underneath and jabbed him in the left cheek.

Attempting to back hand him, Bullet Spider flipped up and used his arm as a springboard to bounce off of. Shooting a web out of his web shooter and wrapping it around his neck and began to strangle him, annoyed by this Tombstone grabbed him by his hoodie and threw him off and into one of the nearby wooden chairs.

"Ah yes, my favorite kind of asshole. The one that won't go down.", Bullet Spider sighed in annoyance, he could feel his knuckles beginning to sting as his talons shot out of his fingers. Digging his claws into the ground he rushed forward.

Knocking him back with a drop kick, he used his hand to catch himself and kicked him in the throat, Tombstone snarled as he threw a left handed jab that completely missed as Bullet Spider moved just in time, his fist causing a small hole in the concrete. On his feet again, he effortlessly dodged Tombstones right jabs and countered with a body shot and an uppercut that allowed Tombstone to finally land a punch to his abdomen.

Using his webbing to catch himself, he catapulted into another drop kick. Tombstone caught this and attempted to snap his leg in half only to be knocked over as Bullet Spider used his free leg to kick him to the ground.

The bald headed drug trafficker rolled out of the way as Bullet Spider attempted to stomp his face in. The force of the stomp left a boot shaped hole in the floor as Tombstone grabbed his ankle and threw him into the ground.

With labored breath, Tombstone stood up and attempted to belly flop right onto Bullet Spider to crush him. But with both feet, he used all his strength to knock him right back. "Let's see about this."

Bullet Spider lunged forward and attempted to stab his eye, to which Tombstone immediately closed it shut but the arachnid slithered around and shot a glob of webbing at his nose, closing off his air intake. Coiling his legs around his neck, Bullet Spider began to strangle the pale Goliath.

Tombstone hissed as he slowly began to run out of air, punching and attempting to rip open his thigh muscle the Bullet Spider would seemingly absorb the hits, grabbing his fingers and holding them in place as the Tombstone slowly began to fade from consciousness.

But finally, Tombstone managed to throw the spider off and rip off the webbing. Gasping for air as he slowly backed away, grabbing his chest as the spider stood up. "Consider this a warning, next time I hear your name circulating, and you'll be my twenty ninth body. Understand?"

"Yeah whatever.", Tombstone groaned as he snarled, showing off his razor sharp teeth. "I'll be sure to give my boys a call."

"Good.", Bullet Spider nodded as he stood up straight, his back aching from the throws. "Let's hope we never have a rematch.", he said as he walked through the main entrance, the sound of a door opening down the corridor echoed.

"Heh.", Tombstone smirked as he sat against a wall. "I like you."

Maya yawned as she entered her and her fathers apartment, slowly lowering her bag onto the floor as she looked at Jonah, the top half of his suit folded neatly as he laid on the couch. "So, forgot to deal with the whole school bullshit?"

"Yuh huh.", Jonah says with an exhausted sigh. "Dealt with a drug trafficker."

Maya nodded at this as she stood over him with a smile. "Oooo~ do tell."

"Yeah, he's nearly seven foot, albino and it felt like punching pure iron.", Jonah yawned at this as he sat up, allowing Maya to sit next to him. "But I managed to scare him into quitting the drug trade... until I hear his name again, so I'll kill him for reals."

"For reals?"

"Forrrrr reaaaaals."

Maya tilted her head and just patted her lap. "C'mon, they're nice and squishy I swear-", without much else, Jonah's head was immediately on her lap. "And here I thought you would object."

"You had me at them being squishy.", Jonah says with a smile, she gently scratched the top of his head. He showed off his bruised knuckles. "You think this is gonna swell?"

"Uh... nah.", Maya says as she smiled, looking at his ruby red eyes. "I love your eyes, I don't know why but they're so... beautiful."

Jonah snorted a bit. "Oh really?"

"Yeah, it's like staring into the sunset at the end of a great day and realizing all the possibilities waiting for you.", the young woman says as Jonah looked... genuinely surprised.

"Oddly descriptive.", Jonah nodded as he pulled out a wad of money. "Two hundred dollars for you."

It was Maya's turn to be surprised, she looked at the money and looked back at him. "Uh... thank you, but you don't need to do this."

"I know. But I want to."

/End/