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Pressing his back tightly up against wall, he kept his eyes closed and tried to even out his breathing, very conscious of the fact that he was panting heavily. Any sudden movement or sound would alert that, that monster and he did not want that.
He flinched upon hearing gunfire and the sound of his comrades fighting against the demon given human form. Yet, here he was, hiding like a coward.
'This was supposed to be a simple job!' He cried mentally. It was simple; sell drugs to interested customers, the cops were already bribed by their employer to ensure they wouldn't interfere. Failing the job was not an option, for the Kingpin doesn't like failures.
More screams sounded, causing him to flinch.
'I have to get out of here!' He thought, about to move when he frozen as several bodies went flying by and slammed into the wall hard, enough to leave them knocked out with serious concussions that may prove fatal if left untreated, judging from the blood trails that were left on the wall.
He took several steps back until his back bumped into something, causing him to stiffen as he slowly began to turn around but was barely able to do so before he was slammed against the wall with his head pinned against it, preventing him from turning to see his attacker.
"Your buddies knew nothing, so perhaps you'll have answers." The attacker said calmly, yet slightly muffled due to a face mask covering half of his face. "One question; who killed Benjamin Parker?"
"I-I don't know anybody by that name!" He cried, gritting his teeth as the pressure on his head mounted.
"Who does?" The monster asked, earning silence in response. With a growl, he pulled the thug's head back then slammed it against the wall. "TALK! Any of your buddies in Queens two weeks ago? Did they talk about killing an old man in cold blood?"
"No, I swear!" He cried out. "Please, let me go. I don't know anything I swear. Just please, I don't want to die."
His attacker was silent for several seconds as he contemplated, then his grip on his hea tightened before he reared his head back and he didn't have a chance to cry out before his head went towards the wall.
Then darkness.
"That was a waste of my time." Drake muttered to himself as he adjusted his black, leather jacket, the hood keeping his white hair from being exposed along with most of his features. His outfit wasn't exactly the best, though it's not like he was going for the full vigilante thing. He was only trying to find Ben Parker's killer.
His outfit consisted of black trousers, black combat boots, a long-sleeved black top with a black leather jacket over it which he had zipped and the hood up. To conceal half of his face, he wore a half-face mask.
Two weeks have passed since the death of Ben Parker, and Drake was determined to find whoever killed him and make sure he pays for what he did. However, Drake's search wasn't going the way he intended, as most of the thugs he's beaten up know nothing about killing an old man in Queens. Drake was frustrated, but he knew that it was a big city, with a bridge going across to Brooklyn and Queens, and he can't be everywhere at once to find the killer.
Nobody ever said this lifestyle was easy.
'Would've been easier if I was someone like Tony Stark and had access to Stark technology, could probably find the bastard quicker.' Drake thought with some amusement. The billionaire son of Howard Stark, who also revealed himself as Iron Man a few months ago, had technology that would be helpful but Drake wasn't stupid enough to try and rob Tony Stark. He wasn't a thief, even if it was for good intentions.
Drake pushed open the rooftop access door and stepped out, walking to the rooftop ledge and looked down at the city below, listening to the sounds that penetrated the air tonight. Sirens, car horns beeping, people shouting, the usual with the City That Never Sleeps.
He sighed. 'My search is going nowhere. None of these crooks know anything.' He grimaced and looked down at his lower left side, seeing that one of the thugs had gotten lucky with shooting him, though his healing factor had dealt with it, only leaving a bloodstain. 'And I can't exactly say I'm decent at this.'
He wasn't exactly a decent fighter in hand-to-hand combat, as he had more a street brawler style that he thought would've been enough to deal with the criminals of New York, but some of them did know some martial arts, which provided a bit of a challenge for Drake as he only fought like a brawler. He needed to adapt. He needed to upgrade his fighting style and learn some new moves. If there's one thing he has learned from hunting demons and killing various types, it's that they don't always fight the same.
There's always an enemy that'll have an adapted fighting style or way of fighting to defeat their opponent.
'Note to self; go around the city and try to find a dojo or fight club that offers training.' Drake mentally noted, then his attention shifted as he heard a faint 'twip' sound and looked to his left, spotting a costumed person in red and blue onesie, swinging from a white rope of some kind.
Drake has heard of this vigilante on the news recently, one who also seems to be on the hunt for something or someone, given that some thugs have been found beaten up or tied up in the white substance which police have remarked to be similar to spider webs. And because of this, a name was given to the other vigilante, though not without a few hiccups.
The Human Spider.
Man-Spider
But the one everyone seemed to think was more appropriate... was Spider-Man.
Though, he would admit, the guy had some serious strength, agility and reflexes to move at such speeds while swinging like he did. Hell, he reckoned he would struggle moving at speeds like that using only rope. He could run faster sure, but he had his feet to control his balance. Out there, in the open air with only a flimsy piece of rope or whatever he was using to swing was definitely very difficult.
Drake watched Spider-Man until he was out of sight, then looked around, before he left to go home.
The next day, Drake didn't go to school, having called in sick and put on a pretty convincing act of someone who was ill. The principal bought it and gave him the next few days off, but expected to see him back in school by next Monday. It was Thursday, so that gave Drake four days of freedom from school and four days to do what he needed.
Having gone on his laptop, Drake scoured the city for places that did training in martial arts, some of which looked pretty boring in Drake's opinion or had a very poor reputation to it. But there was one that caught Drake's attention.
Chikara Dojo
It was located in Chinatown, on 47 Monroe Street. Run by a woman named Colleen Wing.
And that is where Drake currently was as he arrived outside of the building, looking up at the sign and humming in contemplation. Before he could go inside, his phone rang and he pulled it out to see MJ was calling him, so he answered.
"Hey MJ." Drake said in a weak voice, putting on the ill act once again.
"Hey Drake, I heard you weren't feeling well." MJ said with obvious concern. He appreciated her concern, one of the many things he liked about her was her cocnern for those she cared about. "Yeah, I can hear it when you answered."
"Just one of those things." Drake said, leaning against the wall. "Sitting near one of my open windows, just breathing in fresh air."
"You should be sleeping." MJ scolded, not happy that he wasn't resting. "If you want, I can come over after school and-"
"No." Drake said quickly, then coughed as he realized his act could've gone up in smoke there. "No, I'll be fine, I promise. I'm just breathing in some air, then I'm going to go for a little sleep for a few hours. You don't need to come over and check on me... unless you're planning on wearing a nurse's outfit."
"And there's the Drake I know." MJ said with amusement, not really finding offence in him imagining her in a nurse outfit. She actually wouldn't mind, especially one of those sexy ones. She could just imagine Drake's expression if he saw her in one of those outfits, that would definitely get his attention. But she wasn't that kind of girl to practically put herself on display like a slut just to get the attention of the guy she likes.
She already wore stuff like short shorts and crop tops and she knew Drake stared. So that was enough for her.
"How's Peter?" Drake asked, changing the subject.
"Aside from falling asleep in class a little more often, he's been hanging out with Gwen Stacy." MJ said, a smile in her voice.
Drake chuckled. "Attaboy. He's got enough on his plate at the moment since his uncle's death, and this thing he's doing with that Connors guy at Oscorp."
MJ hummed in response. "Well, I better go. Class is about to start, and you need to sleep. I'll call you later, okay?"
"Yeah, see you, MJ." Drake said, then hung up. He sighed, feeling guilty he couldn't tell her about what he was doing. But he doubted she'd take it well if she learned he was going out, beating up thugs at night to find whoever killed Ben Parker. She'd probably not believe him if he ever told her about him being half-demon and that he hunts demons for a living.
He quickly shook his head and focused on his current task, looking up at the dojo, and then went in. Upon entering, he found a staircase leading to the first floor with a sign for the dojo. The place looked pretty neat in Drake's opinion, with yellow hallways and all. He found the dojo easily and stopped, peeping in to see students already in a uniform standing before a pretty woman, who must be Colleen Wing.
Making sure to not attract attention, Drake stayed to the sidelines and in the shadows, watching as they went into basic movements of the blade. It seems Colleen was teaching her students the way of the Kendo for now.
'Hmm, might help me when I'm using Rebellion or Yamato against demons.' Drake thought, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched intently, watching the swings and the foot positions, understanding how it moves and why. He learnt the various strikes by watching them move, and he even noticed their mistakes.
By the end of the first session everyone there was sweating, kendo was hard, it wasn't just swinging a sword. It also involved a lot of hand to hand movement that required stamina,
"Alright class good work for today, I'll see you all around tomorrow, same time. Joey! Don't be late!"
"I'll try sensei Wing!"
She smiled as the rest of her students left, leaving her alone. But to Drake's surprise, she turned and looked where he stood in the shadowed area of the dojo and gestured him to come forward.
"I don't get many people sneaking in to watch me, so you're a first. But you're a bit young for me." Colleen said with a little bit of amusement. "Shoes off before you step on my mat, please."
Drake kicked his shoes off and joined her, Colleen gesturing for them to sit and they did so with their legs crossed in a basket.
"But I'll also admit, you surprised me with how careful you were entering. I didn't notice you until after five minutes." Colleen said with a smile. "So, you hear to learn as well?"
Drake shrugged. "Well, I heard about this place and figured 'why not?' I do have a average knowledge of fighting, but it doesn't hurt to learn some new styles and adapt them."
"No, it doesn't." Colleen agreed. "You think you can keep up?"
Drake smirked. "Just give me the best and I'll show you that you ain't making a mistake taking me on as a student."
Colleen chuckled, admiring his resolve. She stood and gestured for him to do the same. She looked him over, and not in an interested way, more to see which fighting style suits him. He wasn't too muscular like some bodybuilder, but he did have the build of someone who takes proper care of his body and keeps it in the best of shapes. He was in the right shape for strength, speed, stamina and agility, if taught right.
"Okay then..." She walked over to the sword stands and picked up two wooden bonto swords, tossing one to Drake which he caught easily. "Show me what you've got. You know the way of the sword?"
"I own two swords, one of which is a katana." Drake said, twirling his blade as he got a good feel of it, testing the weight.
"Ohh, samurai boy, eh?" Colleen asked jokingly, earning a chuckle from the teenager. "What's your name, kid?"
"Drake Redgrave."
"Colleen Wing."
And with that, they got started.
And that's it for this chapter, everyone. Yeah, that is Colleen Wing from the Netflix show, Iron Fist, and yes Drake is being trained by her... and yes, he's unaware of her working for the Hand. This is to help advance his fighting style, since it's more street brawler level, and considering the skilled assassins and whatnot in Marvel, street fighting ain't gonna be good enough to take on the likes of Black Widow, Elektra, Taskmaster and the like.
I hope I ain't rushing this. I'm trying to show that he has trouble with the vigilante lifestyle, that he's not gonna be good at it instantly. It's like with Batman in his first couple of years.
Harem: Mary Jane Watson, Felicia Hardy/Black Cat, Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow, Jessica Drew/Spider-Woman, Carol Danvers/Warbird, Jennifer Walters/She-Hulk, Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch, Laura Kinney/X-23, Jean Grey/Phoenix, Emma Frost/White Queen, Raven Darkholme/Mystique, Selene Gallio/Black Queen, Madelyne Pryor/Goblin Queen, Betsy Braddock/Psylocke, Sif, Amora/Enchantress, Umar, Lorna Dane/Polaris, Bobbi Morse/Mockingbird, Elektra Natchios.