Sitting in the rather luxurious and incredibly expensive Rolls-Royce, Harry was fixing his braids as he mentally prepared himself for the task at hand, which was his morning practice. Before he stepped out of the car, his phone buzzed to life, quickly picking it up he noticed who was calling and answered. "Doctor Connors! You're-"

["Alive? Yes. Barely made it out like that, but that's not important. What happened to Conrad and the Red Suit?"]

"Oh, uh, the suit ditched his carcass after being electrocuted enough. It went into the sewers once it did.", Harry says with a shrug, silence took up the empty space for a moment. "Uh-, hello?"

["Sorry, I was documenting this for a report. The Red Suit has an instinctive reaction against electricity despite being very unintelligent, but finding it would be a task. That is if it didn't die without a host... now then, where is SYM-A01?"]

"You mean the black suit? It uh... evaporated in the fight, not sure what happened but it's just gone.", Harry says as he heard Curt sigh.

["Do whatever you can to find it, if it's still alive it could be... trouble. And remember, sound is it's most effective weakness."]

"What-", before Harry could even bring to pry for answers, Connors hung up. "Uh... okay?"

Bullet Spider pointed his pointer finger at a piece of paper, slowly and surely using the black suit to create makeshift ink. Placing it ontop of the head of a group of men tied up in black webbing. "I gotta get a suit like that.", one of the still conscious criminals expressed.

"Hah! You're funny.", Bullet Spider says as he pointed his fingers at the man and shot a glob of black webbing that latched around his mouth. "Never speak again, seriously. Bye.", he waved tauntingly as he shot out a strand of black webbing before swinging away from the scene.

"I wonder what else the suit can do? I mean, if I can glide, I could probably make a set of wings right?", Bullet Spider thinks to himself as he used the tendrils to launch himself forward mid-air. "I wonder if the suit is bullet proof... hmm, maybe I'll just risk getting my nuts blasted off, if it works it works."

"Let's see, there's at least... what? Couple leftover hideouts to dismantle, slaughter a couple of them, give the illusion I don't know where the Bar with No Name is at and bam, kill the flat headed fucker.", Bullet Spider went through the mental notes in his head on certain issues he had run into, such as the previous hand grenades similar to the Goblin's. "I should talk to Harry about that, no way he hasn't caught wind of Oscorps stuff being snatched up by the Maggia."

"But then again, we could just let their empire collapse without having to lift up a finger."

Bullet Spider stopped himself in mid air, suspending himself with the black tendrils to form a sort of web-like structure to hold himself on. "Hmm... y'know what? That's not a bad idea, way to go me!", the black web retracted into his back as he swung away.

That's when he felt a vibration in his... pockets, wherever they may be, retracting the part of the substance around his mask, the suit formed a tendril that held the phone up. "Who's this?"

["Am I speaking with Jonah Parks at the moment?"]

"Yeah?"

["Wonderful! Im with the Rand Corporation and my employer would like too meet with you today, since you haven't responded to any emails of course."]

"I'm getting emails?"

["Yes, but it's fine if you skimmed over them, most people do. No matter, he's just wondering when you'll stop by for a quick... interview."]

"I can stop by right now actually, y'know?", Jonah states as he had landed ontop of the roof of the Rand Corporation down in Manhattan, performing a few stretches as the black suit began to morph into his regular street clothing. "Is that okay?"

["Oh it's absolutely okay! Just go to the front desk when you enter, they're expecting you anyways... well not this soon but it doesn't matter. See you in a bit!"]

"Not like I have anything better going on, might as well.", Jonah thinks to himself as he walks over to an obscured side of the building, quickly jumping off, the black tendrils sprouting out of his back and attached to the ground, stopping him in mid air as he slowly descended.

"Y'know, this Biosuit may have changed my mind on Oscorp.", Jonah says as his feet touched the ground, the tendrils slithering right back into his clothing as he walked out of the alleyway. Entering the Rand Cooperation building, he walked over to the front desk.

"Hi, how may I help you?", the female receptionist asked.

"Hi, I'm Jonah Parks, I got a call a few minutes ago saying I'd need to stop by for an interview.", Jonah states calmly, the woman nodded as she went through her computer.

"Ah! You're quite early, that's great actually.", the receptionist chirped. "Take the elevator to the top floor and his office should be down the hall to the left. You can't miss it."

"Thank you.", Jonah nodded as he walked over to the elevator, quickly entering it with another person as he pressed the button for the top floor. "If it wasn't for the suit... god I'd already feel exhausted by now. Hate social interactions."

When the man next to him got off onto his designated floor, Jonah was left with his thoughts as the elevator continued to ascend. "The Suit weirds me out though, it healed my neck but I still have my scars... maybe it's depending on how fresh the wound is? Could be that, I'll have to ask Harry or someone about it later."

Once he entered the top floor, he exited the elevator and went down the hall and turned to the left. After another five minutes of debating whether or not he should just leave, a black tendril jutted from his shoulder and slapped him.

Taking a moment, Jonah sighed. "Guess that's a sign from the universe to man up and get it over with.", he opened the door and was met with a man spinning around in his chair.

Jonah genuinely couldn't tell if he was in his twenties or was just a very young looking man, he had dyed blond hair with what could be his original black hair blending in with he strands. Hazel colored eyes and pale skin with a slight stubble, he wore a poorly put together tuxedo and wore airforce ones. "Oh you must be Jonah, pleasure to meet you in the flesh."

"Uh... hi.", Jonah tilted his head in confusion as he closed the door behind him.

"Come on, take a seat, we got a lot to talk about.", the man sat straight in his chair. "Oh, I'm Daniel Rand. Current owner of the Rand Corporation but that doesn't matter."

Cocking an eyebrow, he walked over to one of the chairs and sat down. Slowly slouching into a comfortable position. "Alright... so?"

"Well, I was going to open up with the obvious spiel about your financial situation along with your performance in school, but that's not what I actually brought you here.", Dan says with a casual tone of voice. "I'd say... couple months from now, the Beetle brought down an Alchemax truck transporting mutated spiders. All of them died, nothing but dust and ash because the outside world was too harsh for their bodies to withstand... sound familiar?"

"What're you getting at.", Jonah hissed out a response, less of a question and more of a demand it appeared, his talons slowly emerging from his finger tips.

"Bullet Spider, a vigilante that appeared a few days after the incident. First act of actually doing something was saving someone from a burning building, soon after he had killed several of Fisk's men, of course there was a lot of other mindless deaths but as of recently, he had became much less... brutal, only killing those with what appeared to be serious crimes.", Dan says as he could tell from his posture that Jonah was going to pounce on him. "I know you're Bullet Spider, but-"

Within seconds, the black suit had fully formed around him as his talons were bared with the intent to kill. "Who the hell do you think you are?!", black tendrils emerged from his back, black spikes forming as he hissed.

"No one that means you harm, Mr. Parks.", Dan stood up and lifted up his tuxedo to show off a tattoo of a dragon on his chest. "Because I was like you, once."

"Explain before I rip your tongue out of your fucking face."

"A while ago, I went by the name of Iron Fist.", Dan lowered his shirt, still appearing to be completely calm. "A vigilante like you, well... a hero for hire in specific. Same with my friend Luke Cage, or at the time, Power Man."

"Pfft- seriously?"

Dan shrugged at this. "I will spare you the details of me retiring the life of action in favor for the mundane life... but I can understand, the struggles of maintaining your life while also trying to assist others in keeping their own."

As Jonah began to calm down, the black suit began to morph and deform back into his civilian clothing as he sat down. "Get to the point, why did you bring me here?"

"I want you work for me, trust me it won't be like what Kingpin would offer.", Dan hunched over with a smirk on his face. "You not only get a full ride through college but you'd get paid for the things I bring you in for."

"And that is?"

Dan could feel something had changed in the young man sitting across from him. "There are still things you are unaware of in the city, things that endanger the general populous. It won't be so... intense as you think it is. Plus besides a scholarship, you'd get a health insurance plan once you join, so there's that."

"Damn... seriously?", Jonah adjusted his position in the chair at the mention of a health plan. "So, when do I start? Hypothetically anyways."

Dan laughed at this. "You'd start after you graduate, so, think of working for me as a requirement of keeping the scholar-"

"How the hell am I supposed to believe that?", Jonah asked crossing his arms. "Do you expect me to magically hop on board-"

"Jonah. I know who you are, who your mother is, where you currently living and the friend group you're currently surrounding yourself in right now.", Dan sat straight with a blank expression. "If I wanted to threaten you into working with me, I wouldn't be sending you emails."

"Huh... shit, fair enough."

Dan suddenly stood up with a smile on his face as he walked to the window and opened it up. "I'll give you the time to think about it, just call me whenever you're ready."

Jonah didn't say anything, he just nodded as his clothing morphed into the black suit as he dove out the window, shooting a web line from his finger tips as he swung from the building, zipping out of sight.

"Iron Fist... I'd have to search his name up later, but were there really other vigilantes in the past?", Bullet Spider thinks to himself as he stopped gliding and hoisted himself forward with a web.

"Who cares what that guy was, he knows who we are."

"But what can he do? What can't he do?", the black suit seemingly guiding his movements through the air as Bullet Spider kept going through his thoughts on the situation. "If he tries something, I'll just put him down or whatever. Would it really be worth the risk?"

"Whatever, don't care."

"Father is an old fool."

The thoughts of a young woman rang as she was perched atop of a building nearby, watching the newly black suited Bullet Spider swing through the city. "Even after T'Chaka refused him a warriors death, he persisted that I continue with Vladimir and Nedrocci in slaying the panther. Called my next hunt a waste of time...", she thinks to herself as her black eyes baring golden yellow pupils tracked his movements.

"The way he moves, it is brutal and unrefined yet carries a sort of grace I have never seen before.", she flashed a vicious grin as she dragged white paint around her eye, trailing it down to her chin.

She had olive skin with long blond blond hair that blended into black towards her roots tied in a wild ponytail, a grey compression shirt with a necklace made of teeth, a jacket resembling that of a tigers face with a small compartment holding small knives on each side, her arms scarred with one of them being wrapped up in bandages with the other being covered by a black sleeve that went up to her elbow. Wearing brown cargo pants with lighter brown boots.

"I will show father that I alone am worthy of upholding his legacy as Kraven the Hunter.", Kraven hissed as she brandished a battle axe in her right hand.

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