The moon that once overlooked the beautifully lit city of New York slowly began its descent to allow the sun to rise once again. The Prowler stood atop a rooftop overlooking time square completely. "Dammit he was right, the Best Sell at fifth does close at nine."

"Oye.", the Prowler turned to see a bizarrely dressed figure holding files in their hands. They seem to wear the remnants of a white trench coat with its hood draped over their head with black and white, bandage-like material wrapping around their arms and chest completely, some intertwining to a crescent moon that was on their chest. Their lower half was composed of baggy black pants that was secured by white bandages that wrapped around the knees and covered the feet. Solid white gauntlets with a yellow crucifix pattern on top decorated their blood stained arms. Their face was obscured by a cracked white porcelain mask, with black voids for eyes.

In terms of physique, they were slim but yet still had a notable muscular frame along with being relatively tall. "We have what you requested.", the hooded figure says with a monotone voice too deep for a woman but too high for a man.

"Thank you, Moon Knight.", The Prowler says as he took the files, flipping through each of them and nodding.

"A thanks is not necessary, you had helped us in the past so it was only correct to return the favor in kind", the strange figure now known as Moon Knight stated with a nod.

The Prowler nodded before placing it within a compartment in his jacket. "To be frank, I thought you'd beat me to death with those knuckle dusters when I asked."

"We only do such to purely corrupted individuals of this world. You are not apart of such a group.", Moon Knight nodded before grabbing the ends of their hood. "It is what Khonshu explicitly stated.", they said before leaping off the building, the Prowler looked down to see them soar through the sky's at frightening speeds.

After the Moon Knight was well out of ear shot, Prowler shivered finally. Chills running down his spine that entire interaction. "Fucking cultist freak."

Maya let out a yawn as she sat up in her bed, stretching out her arms and legs as she looked to see the missing spot where Jonah should've been. She was going to let out a sigh only to see his suit still peaking out through her closet.

She rolled off her bed as she walked out of her bedroom and out into the main lounge, throughly surprised at Jonah wearing a sleeveless white shirt, torn loose jeans and socks, his exposed arms still riddled with bandages and bruises that slowly began to fade away. He was also flipping pancakes.

"Oh hey Maya.", Jonah says without even turning to her. "Mornin."

"Morning.", Maya says with a smile on her face as he turned to her. "Are you making breakfast?"

"Yeah, why?"

Maya shrugged as she went up to him and carefully hugged him, making sure not to press against his wounds. "Oh nothing, just that you never make anything. Thought you couldn't cook."

"But... I could cook?"

"Yeah but why didn't you make anything before then?"

"Because I didn't feel like it.", Jonah shrugs which quickly revived a slight poke to his abdomen bruise, causing him to bite his bottom lip as he flipped the pancake on a stack of others. "I'll take that as you wanting me to make more."

"FUCK YES DUDE! Like, waking up and having someone makin breakfast for me is one of my biggest wants in life.", she says with a pout, to which Jonah smiled and scratched her head.

"I'll be sure to keep that in mind.", Jonah says with a slight laugh before straightening his posture. "But yeah, I decided to make breakfast because you really took care of my dumbass last night."

"And you're welcome.", she set the plate down and threw her arms around him. "It's the least I could do."

Jonah smiled as he gave her a hug, picking her up in the process. "I got some personal stuff to take care of, but what day tomorrow, you and I go out"

Maya pulled back with a smug smirk on her face. "Jonah Maxwell Parks are you asking me out this early in the morning?"

"Yes."

"Oh, well then of course."

"Cool." "Cool.", Jonah both vocalized and internalized his thoughts upon a positive reaction. "Go eat, I gotta call Hobie for a bit.", he says with a casual wave as he quickly vanished into her room.

Maya just shrugged.

Jonah sat down in the chair Maya kept in her room, holding his phone to his ear as he spun around before the call was finally picked up. "Hey Hobie-"

["Okay... so the Best Sell on Fifth DID close at nine."]

"I fucking told you, and because of that, you get to do whatever I want.", Jonah says as he could hear the groan of someone who wasn't prepared for the horrors of his twisted mind. "Actually it's a few things, I need to know what I would need to modify my Glock, along with creating a set of explosive rounds."

He could tell Hobie was surprised at this. ["Depend, what kind of bullet do you intend to make."]

"Titanium composite hollow point bullet, with a c4 kicker.", Jonah says looking at the ceiling. "The Glock would need to be modified to handle force like that, along with shooting it at a much faster rate than usual ammo."

["Hmm... gotta say, titanium isn't necessarily the best material when you use it by itself. But, I think if I can make a composite of titanium and lead, along with the other stuff, you'd get-"]

"-The fastest most explosive ammo in the world. I know.", Jonah states almost nonchalantly. "After dealing with Scorpion, it's best I start making rounds to penetrate the more... disgustingly resistant assholes."

["Hmm. It'll take some time but I'll get that done. Unfortunately, I'll need to make the parts for the barrel, chamber and recoil spring since there's nothing that can handle the explosiveness of it."]

"Got it, I'll have to hand over my gun next time we meet.", Jonah says as he glanced at his Glock that was hanging with the holster. Without further questions, he ended the call.

Staring at the ceiling he began clicking his tongue, his heightened senses immediately picking up on the vibrations that was caused by it. "Alchemax Corporation, well known for expanding the field of science beyond what it normally should be. From interviews, I thought this Octavius chick was just this weird scientist not a fucking chatterbox psychopath that makes more psychopaths. Guess I'll have to start to get some better shit, starting with my gun at least."

"Wonder if Yuri would lend me some riot armor that I will never give back.", the scarlet eyed arachnid tapped his chin, though the image of the mess he and the Scorpion created at the Alchemax HQ deterred him immediately.

Yawning he immediately stood up and walked out of Maya's room, only to find her eating his share of the pancakes he created. She slowly turned her head to him with an expression similar to a deer in headlights. "Can you remind me to fix up my suit later? I'd rather not swing around with my nuts threatening to hang out and about."

"I can do that.", Maya says with a thumbs up. "I'll have it done in no time."

"You sure about it? It's pretty bad."

Maya flicked his chin playfully. "I've seen worst, seriously, I saw the thing yesterday. I'll get it done in an hour top. Plus you were in worst condition, I can remember like one other time you were beaten to shit."

Jonah rubbed his back with his knuckles. "Yeaaaah, my back remembers that too.", he says before popping his neck.

"No shit it looked like you pissed off a freight train and it decided to take revenge.", the slightly shorter young woman says before patting his chest. "You're gonna need a temporary outfit if you're gonna see Hobie."

She had to swiftly stop herself from laughing at Jonah's dumbfounded face. "You're not exactly quiet with a door open. Plus, think about it, unlike you Hobie has some crazy gear on him. I doubt he can just work at it all at home without getting shit from his brothers and sisters, ESPECIALLY Jada."

"Yeah Jada would be spilling that shit everywhere.", the thought of the tiny terror that was Jada running around with Hobie's gauntlet didn't exactly make him too excited. "Okay, so what am I gonna use for now?"

"Maybe a bullet proof suit would come in handy.", Jonah groans internally as he was perched on top of a building, he wore a simple blue hoodie , black sweat pants with red sneakers and a simple red mask with his old broken goggles. "Couldn't Maya picked anything else that wasn't this itchy? Sheesh."

Though he was glad he had incredible vision and hearing, his other senses were also increased albeit not as much. Meaning itchiness of the blue hoodie was much worst thanks to his more sensitive sense of touch.

"Now to find out where Hobie is.", Bullet Spider says scratching his chin as he pulled out his actual phone, the message he had sent asking Hobie where his base was exactly was still left on delivered. "Asshole, wait or maybe it's B Mobile? Of course it's gonna be that, trash ass provider."

Bullet Spider stood up once he heard a shrill scream thanks to his sensitive ears. He leapt off the building and swung through the streets at lightening speeds.

The source of the scream as a young woman that appeared to be in her late twenties, she was pinned up against a wall by a man with a bandana wrapped around his face, a white white beater, black jeans and brown boots wielding a hunting knife. "Just make it easy for both of us, stop screaming and give me you're shit!"

"Get the hell away from me or-!"

"Or what?!"

"Sorry I'm late, had to stop to grab something first.", the altercation was rudely and thankfully interrupted by the Bullet Spider who was holding a hotdog. "Y'know if you're gonna mug people, don't look obvious you fucking newb."

"The hells with the new threads?", the thug looked very confused as Bullet Spider shrugged.

"Your mom made a mess on it so she gave me this in the mean time.", Bullet Spider commented as he kept eating his hotdog without a care in the world, the man noticeably looked angered. "Also... seriously? A knife? Couldn't get something more... flashy? Or more threatening other than a fucking knife?"

"Get the hell outta here, Spider-Man!", the thug pulled out what Jonah thought was a Jericho 941 from its appearance.

"Don't call me that.", Bullet Spider says as he effortlessly evaded an incoming shot. "Only the police captain can call me that, but you?", he violently kicked the man onto his feet and grabbed the gun from his hands as he fell. "It won't go well if you call me that again. Nice heft too, where'd ya get it?", he asked while inspecting the gun.

The thug took off his bandana and scooted away slowly. "H-Hey- I'm sorry Spider-Man! Really! I won't do it again-!" He let out an agonizing scream as two bullets found their way directly through his knees.

Bullet Spider looked at the woman and shrugged. "What? I warned him, you heard me warn him right?", the woman nodded slowly as he patted her shoulder and guided her out of the rat infested alleyway. "He should consider himself pretty damn lucky, I mean I could've killed that guy!"

The woman was as confused by his behavior as she was terrified. "I thought you killed every criminal you could come across..."

"Eh, that's a rumor."

"Well, uh... I don't know how to repay you. If it's money I can give you whatever amount you ask for.", the woman says as the Bullet Spider slowly turned to her.

"What's your name?"

"Uh... Delilah."

"Okay, Delilah.", Bullet Spider clicked the safety on and handed the gun to her. "Take the fucking gun.", she looked at him slightly scared at his change of tone but took the gun from his hand. "There we go-"

"But I've never used a gun before in my life.",

Bullet Spider looked at his phone and slipped it back in his pocket as Hobie finally answered with the address. "Well you were getting mugged, might as well start now. You never know the weirdos you'll see around.", he says before shooting a web line and swinging off in a rush.

"This motherfucker."

Hobie was clicking through a large monitor using his real overly smaller mouse with an almost bored expression. They were statistics, several tabs of the same statistic yet with varying results. A smile formed on his face as he heard a heavy footsteps behind him. "Oh there you are, Jonah."

He turned around to see Jonah standing there with a furrowed brow and his mask in hand. "Your fucking hideout was near that damn tunnel? You asshole!"

Hobie could feel the urge of wanting to kick him in his nuts emanating from Jonah. "Dude, chill, I didnt have a reason to tell you up until now. Nothing personal.", surprisingly, this seemed to calm Jonah down immediately. "Heh... nice suit."

"Shut the fuck up, dickhead.", Jonah rolled his eyes as he held out his handgun. "You gonna give me that upgrade or not?"

"Of course, a bet is a bet.", Hobie causally grabbed it from his hand and took out the clip, picking out one of the bullets. "Desert Eagles use point fifty action express, which is a pretty large caliber. But it can use nine millimeter rounds too, but a specific kind."

"Oh so that's what it was, I just called it a Glock."

"Well you're wrong, loser."

Jonah crossed his arms and tilted his neck. "What about the bullet itself? Like you said, titanium isn't the best for bullets on its own."

The Prowler shot him a smug smirk. "You're right, that's why I'm making it a titanium, lead and copper composite.", he casually states as he tilted his head towards a graph. "A composite like that has a much higher chance of actually working than the others on here."

"For real?"

"For reals.", Hobie gave a thumbs up as he began to disassemble the gun. "However, like I said it'll take much longer to finish since I would need to reassemble this with entirely new parts if you're gonna need that c4 kicker."

Jonah rolled his eyes before slipping his mask back on. "Guess I can't rush genius... though.. nah. Anyways, just tell me when you're finished or I'll kick your teeth in."

"I'd love to see that."

"Fuck you."

"Fuck you too."

Mac Gargan jolted awake with an angered roar hat slowly quieted down as he began to take in his surroundings. He immediately noted the damage he had taken from their fight was completely gone, even the shattered parts of the suit were fixed. Secondly... Olivia sat in front of him.

"I'm severely disappointed in the outcome, Mr. Gargan. You okay if I call you Mac?", Olivia says with her usually casual tone. "Though the state you left the Bullet Spider in did at least show you weren't a complete fucking failure."

"Ese pequeño hijo de puta!", the Scorpion exclaimed in anger and in Spanish as he snapped his head at her. "You said this suit was supposed to kill him! He fucking beat the shit out of me!"

"Really? Couldn't tell.", the scientist said with an annoyed sarcasm as she stood straight. "I too didn't expect that to happen, must mean there's more to him than I originally thought."

Mac rolled his eyes under the mask as he began looking around his suit. "How the hell do I get out of this?"

"Oh that's simple, you don't.", Olivia was amused by the deer and headlights expression Mac gave her the moment those words left her lips. "And here I thought you actually had the cognitive capacity to actually read the contract, it did say you wouldn't be able to take off the suit once the procedure was over."

"You- YOU TRICKED ME!", Scorpion lunged at her, his newly grown stingers emerging from his wrists as he was suddenly smacked away by one of her cybernetic tentacles.

Olivia was slowly lifted into the air as the others emerged from behind her, she simply smiled at him. "Oh right, your IQ is hilariously below average. No wonder you couldn't read the warning section of the contract! My mistake! I should've made sure to make it simple for fucking animals like you!"

Her condescending tone caused an unbridled anger to boil in the darkest depths of his soul as the Scorpion got on all fours in preparation to leap at her. "Awwww what? Is little Maxy mad at wittle ol me?", Olivia sarcastically cooed with only fueled his anger further.

"Fuck you! You stupid fucking bitch!", Scorpion snarled as he bursted through the wall with tremendous force, quickly crashing ontop of a car only to leap an inhuman distance to a building. Using his claws to catch himself and crawl along the side.

"I'll keep in touch!", Olivia teased as she waved, Scorpion hissing as he vanished the moment he got to the roof. "Fucking barbarian, couldn't even use the door."

/End/