The Legend of The Hunter

In an enclosed warehouse on the outskirts of New Jersey.

Mac was pissed hell he was beyond piss. He was utterly enraged at having his entire operation taken down by a kid, the same who humiliated him all those years ago.

Everything went so well for the past five years after half the universe was snapped from existence. So, few police officers so few so-called heroes stop him from building up his business and take the alien dealership far beyond what Adrain could even dreamed of.

Staying low keep under the Radar. That fucking cowardly idiot, with the type of weapons they had had, could outright blow up the Rader. With the stuff he got from the latest invasion from the so-called mad titan, they scavenged from the Avengers compound itself as well as other gadgets from the battle site. He was able to do something that even Obadiah Stane failed to do.

Replicate the Iron Man armor. Oh, sure it may not be powered by some fancy arc reactor, but in all honestly who cares? The latest alien tech more than made up for it and oh boy how it did, such as enchanting his body like Captain America with the addition of claws, and a stinger that could tear through even vibranium as easily as rice paper and when he had his entire boys outfitted with it. Not even Shield or even a fucking Avenger could take him down.

He could have been known as the man who overwhelmed one of the top law enforcement in the world, who outgunned the freaking War Machine and he and his business would have been a force renowned and feared by everyone. But that brat ruined it all, with one stupid command that made him nothing more than a laughing stock.

Oh, of how he wished Toomes just told him about the kid. Things would have gone so much smoother.

Still, it could be worse.

Lucky for him some of his guys from the outside got him bail time and now he was back to square one.

The once-empowered criminal then looked at his surroundings among where a couple of crooks, some new and others from his old gang, talking about business and other upcoming operations. Some of which Gargan was already considering.

'Maybe it would be good to stay low for now, just to build my organization back again. Wait for the next alien invasion or something' The scared arms dealer thought as ran through a multitude of plains in his head before a sound came at the door.

Everyone turns their heads at the door already arming their weapons and ready to fire at a moment's notice in case they have been found out and from the door came a shield agent Dmitri.

Tsk!' Mac spat as he saw the agent.

Dmitri Smerdyakov, a former member of his gang turned out to be the inside man working for the shield. 'What the hell was he even doing here?' Gargan mused before dashing that lingering thought away.

Well, whatever he can at least take off some steam from that humiliation of an operation.

'Smerdy...' Mac mocked as he began loading his gun. Good to see you come here, what do you think I will let you back in after you nearly set my guys up!?

The man remains quiet at the thinly veiled threat and not once did he should show even a grimace of fear.

'If had wanted to expose you Donald I would have done it months ago. In the same way that this entire club would've been dismantled by Shield the very moment you stepped out of prison.

The felon arms dealer then narrowed their eyes at being mocked. 'Oh, you think I should feel grateful for you or something!?' he lashed out as he readied his gun to fire.

'No... to provide you with an opportunity' Dmitri declared and suddenly a moment later all the men in the warehouse were disarmed of their firearms by flying knives that seemingly came out of nowhere and so fast none of the gangsters even knew what happened.

'What the hell...' Mac whispered to himself as he rubbed his hand in silence with him being in shock by the unforeseen instantaneous action then the pain in his wrist. While an emotion that he rarely felt slowly crept into his heart.

Fear.

Which only intensified when another man came out of the shadows. A tall bulking Russian, wearing a lion-pelted vest and black cargo pants stood before him. His hair was a wild mess of dreadlocks. His face and his chest which laid bare with no shirt were covered in scars. While spotting a dirty thick mustache and beard that covered his face.

Yet the one thing that caused Mac Gargan to squirm was the man's eyes that seemed to glow a fiery yellow and his pupils almost slitting like a cat's. Like he was looking at a mad animal in human form, while the man looked at him as if he were food or prey.

And the criminal could do nothing but pray that he wouldn't treat him as such.

'As my brother has told you, an opportunity is presented to you, to all of you...to destroy the spider.' The animal man announced in a thickened Russian accent as the other men began whispering among themselves.

'And how do you know you can take down Spider-Man huh?' one of the guys question.

'Exactly the kid is backed up by Shield and the Avengers and some little manhunt, is not going to do him in!' a woman shouted while the scarred man merely laughed back at her.

'And what makes you think that we will be fighting the Avengers?' he questioned which caused both accusers to look back at themselves.

'Let me assure you...Plans have been made so that no agent or any other hero will be able to save the Spider. All I am doing here is merely recruiting all the allies I can gather before I launch before I set them all into motion

'...Set in motion' Mac repeated in his head. 'So this guy is organized and has planned that out far ahead too huh?'

I don't mean to soon like a hater but how are you so sure that any of your plans will work against the Avengers and Spider-Man?'

The pelted man then smiled viciously as he bared his teeth. 'Because my friends I am Kraven the hunter and I always bring down my pray.'

Upon hearing that Mac Gargan was shaking in a combination of shock, terror, and anticipation.

'Kraven the Hunter' he repeated to himself in awe unable to process what he just heard.

'Kraven, also known as the Lion of Russia, a fabled Mercenary that was a modern folktale that the boys tell each other to freighted or toughen themselves up. Someone with strength beyond that of Captain America surpassing the skills of the Black Panther and more vicious than the Hulk. Who was so unstoppable that entire armies fell by both his tools and bare hands' he reminisced in his head and a crooked smile then crawled up upon his face.

'Where do I sign up?

Just make things clear here Which I have already established in the first chapter. Spider-Man Home Sweet Home is a rewritten repost of the original fanfic I published way back in 2019. Years before No Way Home was ever announced and taken primarily after Far From Home.

As such there are not going to be any elements from that film in this fic as this story is completely different in terms of story and themes.

Anyway, see you next time.