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bumpkinspice0 · 8 months

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Parallels Chapter 13: The Hunter

Miguel O'Hara x Spider!FemReader

No use of y/n

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 4148

Summary: Miguel needs your help stopping a Kraven the Hunter anomaly.

Warnings: Angst train (toot toot), references to hunting, Fighting, canonical typical violence (We'll get filthy again next chapter, I promise)

A/N: I made a bunch of references to the original Predator movie so... sorry if you haven't seen Predator.

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Chapter 13

The Hunter

Miguel hated the woods.

Well, maybe hate was the wrong word. He wasn’t used to the woods. Born and raised in a towering metropolis, he knew how to scale a skyscraper better than a tree. City’s were nice. There was order to everything. Direction and design and engineering. The woods were… well the woods.

Everything around him was sprawled out wildly and unpredictably. There was no sense in trying to memorize the map Lyla provided him when all the trees and rocks looked the same at every turn. What he wouldn’t give to have Lyla here now. Her signal barely reached this dimension. She still had limits to her abilities despite Gabe’s efforts to improve her code. Rather than have her glichely hoving at his shoulder, he had to save his watch’s juice for a portal home. He had to go after this villain old school.

A slippery variant of Kraven the Hunter.

He’d completely forgotten what the anomaly’s home dimension was at this point— Miguel just knew he didn’t belong here. There was no Spider in this dimension. No super-humans of any kind. A plain 21st-century reality. What would people of this dimension think if they saw a blue-suited man leaping through the forest canopy? Not that he really had to worry about running into anyone. The nearest people were miles away.

This Kraven was smart. He’d hid himself away deep in some protected national forests in the Pacific Northwest. Massive pine trees and towering sequoias covered the mountainous landscape. People didn’t venture this deep into the territory. Miguel wishes he had the time to stop and appreciate just how stunning it all was. Had he really ever been to the forest? Not one like this. Not since he was a child, he thinks. There weren’t many forests left in 2099.

He needed to get out of Nueva York more. This place wasn’t so bad. Almost like the city but… trees for skyscrapers.

Still, it didn’t make him any less frustrated with it all.

This Kraven anomaly had been here for over a month, evading Lyla’s already weak sensors in this distant reality. It was pure luck they picked him up at all.

The evidence of him was everywhere. There were some tacks even the seasoned hunter couldn’t hide. Miguel looks up at the pine tree that had been glitched into a mosaic of neon cubes and surreal patterns— one of the many he’d seen. Who knows what other damage this hunter had caused? He needed to get the anomaly out of here quickly before he caused the entire reality to implode.

Miguel’s enhanced senses were practically useless. Kraven was an expert in the wilderness. He’d disguised his scent and camouflaged his body. Even his footsteps seemed to blend in with the forest’s chatter. This man was a ghost. Miguel had been tracking him for days now and all he’d ever found was more glitched vegetation and mocking laughter in the distance. This Kraven was toying with him.

Miguel was out of his element— just prey in the hunter’s domain.

His watch alarm goes off. His 48-hour limit was up. Another 2 days wasted on this anomaly. Another 2 days he could do more damage to this reality. He lets out a frustrated grunt and kicks at the glitched tree, its neon appearance shifting wildly from the impact.

“Where are you?!” Miguel screams into the vast towering forest. No sense in hiding his location now that he had to leave. More deep mocking laughter echoes from the trees, seemingly coming from every direction. Miguel responds to the laughter with a powerful roar, whipping around and slicing through the glitched tree. It falls with a thunderous, pixelated thud.

This wasn’t just his frustrations getting the better of him. It was a threat. A show of power.

Kraven’s always hunted the biggest game— The most challenging apex predators. Miguel had to give him a reason to fight him instead of hiding. Kraven’s were prideful fighters. With any luck, he’d want to face Miguel when he came back. He’d want him as a trophy.

What better trophy than a monster?

The echo of the fallen tree dies down and Miguel is met with complete silence in return. Good. The portal home materializes behind him and he backs into it with a smug grin under his mask.

You wanna fight me now? He thinks as he’s blasted home. Miguel will be back soon enough— But he won’t be alone.

With his advanced senses obsolete against this opponent, it made things more difficult. Much more difficult. He hated to admit it, but Kraven had him beat in hand-to-hand combat. This man trained since childhood. He fought beasts for fun on the daily— and won. He had advanced strength, senses, and agility— Miguel’s equal, if not superior, in every way.

No, Miguel couldn’t track him down or possibly even beat him once he did have him— but perhaps he could get an upper hand with another sense. He needed help— desperately. He knew it from day one but allowed stubbornness and pride to get in the way. Now look where that got him. Days wasted wandering aimlessly through the forest instead of facing the problem that was actually bothering him.

He hasn’t talked to you for 2 weeks now. You haven’t been back to the tower since you left. Before, you both only ever reached out when you needed relief, for lack of a better term. But now…

It’s changed. The spider-sense is not the same as it once was. It wasn’t demanding sexual gratification as it had been, but it still wanted you. It longed for you, to have you near him. For the two of you to just be together— or maybe it was Miguel himself who wanted that. It was easier to blame it on the spider-sense.

That and… he would finally have to tell you it can all be over. That you can be cured and never have to see him again. That would be best for everyone, yet the prospect of it still gnawed at his instincts. He’s starting to doubt if he could even follow through with it now.

Did you feel the same?

Regardless, you still had to face each other again. This could be one last hurrah before you both go your separate ways. One more fight with you, side by side. Just one more day with you before he sent it all crashing down. That’s all he wanted.

Selfish bastard.

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“Okay, so have you met me in any other dimensions?”

“Not yet.”

“What about yourself?”

“Nope. Only spider-woman like me I know… so far.”

“Oh, that sounds creepy the more I think about it,” Jack shivers as he lays out the rug for the latest photoshoot.

In the wake of being jobless, you’ve found renting out your spacious living room as a photo stage to be a rather good filler. Jack had been complaining about wanting a studio for forever and you were happy to provide. That and it gave you and Jack more time together. Something you think you both needed.

He took the reveal of the existence of the multiverse rather well— all things considered. He sat in shocked silence, slowly drinking both bottles of wine and only asking the occasional basic question. You’re not sure how long you went on but for once in all your years of knowing him, Jack had nothing to say back. He thanked you for telling him and headed to bed while you slept on his couch that night.

You remember when you were brought to Spider Society. It was… a lot to process, to say the least. You weren’t yourself for a few days just thinking about it all. For Jack it only took him until the next morning— then the flood of questioning started.

“And the Green Goblin attack, what was that?” he’d asked.

“Anomaly.”

“That night at the restaurant with Ash and Sue?”

“Regular spider stuff… but a little bit of multiverse drama.”

“Is there a hot dog finger universe?”

And the questioning went on like that until he felt satisfied— Like a toddler learning about the world. It was honestly a little fun to get it all off your chest. Then of course, once he’d accepted all the ins and outs of your work across the multiverse, you finally got to the subject of Miguel.

You and Jack always loved to talk boys but this was… a much deeper situation. You didn’t want any solutions or advice on how to navigate this shit show— you just wanted to vent. Openly and unapologetically the way only best friends could.

You knew there was no possible solution here. You knew there was no way it could work, yet the heart wants what the heart wants. So many nights you’ve stopped yourself from calling him or just showing up in his lab. You couldn’t let this go any further— could you?

“Do you love him?” Jack suddenly asked the other week when you were first setting up the living room. The question caught you so off guard that you nearly dropped all of the multi-thousand-dollar equipment you were carrying.

“Wh– No! I just— I don’t know?!” You quickly set down the tote of exorbitantly priced camera gear. “You can’t just— Why would you ask me that?”

“Because he’s literally all you’ve been talking about for days . So either you want to kill him or in deep,” He said passively as he started setting up the backdrop stands, “Which either is fine, I’m always a fan of a good enemies to lovers. ”

“We are not enemies to lovers.”

“Fine, disgruntled coworkers to star-crossed fuckbuddies then.” Jack shrugged, “I don’t know what all the made-up rules of this multiverse shit are— and I’m still not convinced any of it matters but— there’s still only one obvious solution— you gotta be grown-ups and talk about it. The relationship and this gross serum thing. It can’t be healthy to just get rid of a part of your biology no one really understands, right? Just fucking talk to him, he can’t be that scary.”

You sighed and collapsed on the couch, “You make it sound so easy.”

“Because it is that easy, stupid.”

And he was right. But if you talked about it that might mean it’ll be over. He might backtrack like he did before and realize all the mistakes you’ve both been making. He might—

You and Miguel were clearly avoiding each other— again— for over two weeks now. Not a single call and you’d been taken off most missions due to your accident. You could call him too, though. You could walk into the tower whenever you wanted, yet you’d much rather stay here where you had control.

It felt good to be home. It felt good to be working with your best friend again— totally open and honest. Even if you couldn’t bring yourself to talk to Miguel, this was still helping. You needed this.

And like most pleasant things in your life, it only lasts for a finite amount of time.

You’re on the ceiling adjusting a spotlight when the tingling you hadn’t felt in weeks overtakes your brain— quickly followed by a knock at the door.

“I’ll get it! Must be the client. A little early.” Jack announces, scurrying to the front door. You jump down to stop him but he’s already flipped the dead bolt.

Miguel stands prominently in your doorway, his shoulders nearly wider than the frame, “Who the hell are you,” That familiar growly voice greets Jack as he opens the door.

“Excuse me?” Jack immediately bites back. “You knocked on our door, buddy.”

“Miguel!” You run up, pushing your friend to the side. You don’t miss the shocked expression on Jack’s face as you do so. “What are you doing here?”

“So this is Miguel,” Jack raises his eyebrows, gaze dotting between the two of you.

“Why does he know me?” Miguel is about to step past the threshold. You immediately place your hands on his chest.

“He’s my friend. Let’s talk outside.” You turn to Jack, “You, keep setting up. I’ll be back in a minute.”

You practically push Miguel out into the hallway and slam the door behind you.

“What are you setting up?” Miguel asks a little harshly.

“A photoshoot. He’s a photographer. I’m letting him use my place to do it,” You breathe, pinching the bridge of your nose, “What are you doing here Miguel?”

He’s silent for a moment, eyes darting between yours and the door. “I… Need your help on a mission.”

Admittedly you feel a little disappointed that he was here on business rather than coming here to just see you. But, then again, things always had to be business with Miguel. That’s how he justifies them, anyway.

“Oh?” You cross your arms.

“A Kraven anomaly. He’s been very… difficult to catch,” His gaze drifts to the floor, “And I thought a spider sense and a good teammate might be a great help. If you’re feeling up to it.”

And there it is. The faintest little hint of his feelings behind the decision. After everything he put out there after the accident, he was probably trying to get back into old habits again. You can’t blame him. You were too. He could have gone to anyone else, but he came to you. He’ll always come to you.

You stand there for a moment before letting out a long sigh.

“Wait here,” You dash back into your apartment and swing up to your bedroom, avoiding Jack’s eye contact at all costs. You quickly shimmy on your suit and practically stumble down the stairs. Man, you missed the nanotech suit. Jack’s waiting at the base of the stairs, arms crossed and a smile on his face. “Do not look at me like that.”

“I’m not doing anything,” He shrugs with that stupid grin.

“I gotta go,” You tug at the sleeves of your suit, “Think you can handle everything by yourself?”

“Go, go, we’re all good here,” Jack waves you off, “Remember to text me when you’re… done with him. How come you didn’t tell me he was that big? Is all of him that big?”

You groan and dash back out the door before Jack can make another comment you know Miguel can hear from the hallway.

“Let’s go!” you pull at Miguel’s wrist as you both make your way to the fire escape. You’d rather portal from the roof than make your entire floor go through another random tremor. Luckily you both make it to the roof without getting spotted.

“So that was your… friend?” Miguel tentatively asks as he crawls over the ledge.

Fucking men.

You sigh, “Yes, my high school best friend who’s currently planning to propose to his long-term boyfriend.”

“Oh.” His gaze drops from yours, “And he… knows about us?”

“Is that okay?” You raise your brow.

“Is he secretly an interdimensional super villain?” Miguel trying to lighten the mood with sarcasm? That was a first.

“You know, not that I’ve noticed,” You joke back.

“Then it’s fine.” he rolls his shoulders a bit, trying and failing to look more casual, “Gabe and Lyla know, it’s only fair you have someone.”

Fair. The scales must always be balanced with Miguel. It’s just the way he thinks.

“So,” You lean against the roof ledge, “Tell me about this Kraven.”

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You loved the woods. You always made an effort to take a trip up north every year. A small tradition that carried over from your childhood. Your grandparents had a timeshare upstate where you spent a summer or two.

This forest was nothing like the modest hills of upstate New York.

You’d never seen trees like this. You’d never been to the Rocky Mountains. There was a fog that rolled in over the gray morning, the massive pine trees still towered out of the low clouds. You and Miguel sat perched in the tallest tree overlooking the blanketed valley.

“He hasn’t left this area for days,” Miguel tells you. You’re finding it difficult to pay attention to anything he says when you’re too busy taking in the stunning view.

“How long have you been after him?” you ask, dismissively.

“Six days now,” Miguel grunts in frustration, “He’s been here for weeks now. Put himself in his element. Has the whole woods memorized. He has the upper hand in every way.”

“Sounds like you should have called for backup sooner,” You respond cheekily. He grunts again and you smile to yourself. Always so stubborn. You can see his frustrations with this anomaly in his body language alone. He was hunched and glaring over the valley like some brooding, vengeful gargoyle. He’s been hanging out with Ben too much.

“You didn’t call.” You venture to say.

“Neither did you,” He turns his head slightly in your direction, “I thought… you’d want a little space.”

“I… guess I did, yeah.” You bite your lip for a moment, “No more space needed though.”

His only response is a small smile in your direction. And just like that, the message was received loud and clear.

I missed you.

I missed you too.

You peer down into the foggy pine valley. “So, you wanna try flush him out?”

“No, he has to want to come to us,” Miguel states, “He’s a hunter looking for a trophy kill. That’s us.”

“You didn’t bring me here to just be bait, did you?”

“Of course not,” He sounds absolutely offended at the notion. It’s a little cute, to be honest, “He’ll come to us. He’ll think he has the advantage. He doesn’t know how we fight together— How our sense works. I haven’t been able to catch him myself, but maybe with both of us… We have a shot.”.

“This whole situation is giving me Predator vibes . ” You joke, attempting to lighten the mood before you both have to get serious about this mission. He responds with a confused look. “Do you guys have that on Earth 2099? Ya know, the Schwarzenegger movie?”

“Was that English?”

“Technically it’s Austrian, I think.” You joke again to your oblivious partner. Maybe not the best call referencing a movie that was over 100 years old in his reality, if it existed at all. “It’s… It’s an 80’s movie– The 1980’s. I’ll show you sometime.”

“Are you suggesting a movie date?” he smirks.

“Maybe I am, O’Hara,” You pull your mask over your face, “First one to catch this guy makes the popcorn.”

He turns away with a grin, his mask materializing over his face, “You have a deal, Arañita.”

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You wished he’d warned you how fucking cold it would be. Fifteen minutes into your swing through the lower valley you were already shivering. The nanotech suits had a heating and cooling system so he probably wasn’t even aware of the temperature being negative witches titty. You’ll have to ask him to make you a new one soon.

You were both making a show of your swinging, not bothering to be stealthy or quiet in the slightest. You wanted him to come to you after all, though something tells you the hunter has already spotted you.

The spider-sense hadn’t rung any alarm bells yet. You were both on high alert just waiting for him to make a move.

Miguel was right, this guy was good. Your advanced sense of smell could have tracked him down miles away by now. You would have heard his footsteps, his breathing— and there was nothing. Absolutely nothing. It was unsettling in a way. Like you were looking for a ghost.

Kravens usually stood out like a sore thumb. It was surprisingly easy to track down the smell of animal pelts and witch doctor herbs in the cityscape of New York— But you weren’t in New York. You were in his woods. This Kraven was already more dangerous than any you’d faced.

You didn’t like it.

The spider-sense pings a quiet alert. You both jump to a stop on neighboring trees and an arrow flies between you. You both turn to see your hunter proudly standing with bow and arrow in hand on a redwood branch, several yards away.

His typical animal hide attire was covered in mud and random vegetation. On his shoulders, he adorned the hide of a grizzly bear that you swear looked freshly killed. He places his bow across his back and pulls out a massive knife from his boot.

“Well, well! Look what I’ve found!” He shouts across the canopy, his voice dripping with the usual thick Russian accent, “Two spiders when I only thought I’d catch one. Moy schastlivyy den'. ”

Miguel is the first to pounce, and you follow quickly on his tail. Kraven doesn’t move as you swing towards him, a shit-eating grin across his mud-caked face. The spider-sense pings again but you seem to sense it just a second before Miguel does.

In one fluid motion, Kraven slices at something at his feet and grabs a vine just above him. He’s hoisted into the air as a massive log drops down in counterweight. It comes down directly on top of Miguel. He plummets to the forest floor under the giant thing and Kraven disappears into the canopy.

You quickly turn to go after Miguel. He manages to scramble out from the massive log and catches himself on the closest tree.

“Don’t worry about me!” He shouts from nearly 100 feet below you, “Go after him, I’ll catch up!”

You nod and redirect your momentum, looping around a branch and flinging yourself further into the canopy. Kraven had disappeared into the thicker branches but he couldn’t have gone far. You spot his movement instantly, bounding from tree to tree. You can’t get a clean shot with your webs— you have no choice but to pursue.

He slowly descends the forest levels as you chase after him. You’re gaining on him when you feel the sense again. Before you can even determine what for, you’re being flung in the opposite direction. A noose holds tightly around your ankle as it pulls you along. Idiot, he led you directly into another trap. You now dangle several feet above the ground by one leg.

Homemade traps, a muscular man painted in mud fighting beings from another world—You were right, this whole mission had big Predator vibes.

The hunter jumps to the ground in front of you with a throaty chuck, “Poor little spider, caught in my web now.”

You scream and shoot webs directly at him. He dodges easily but manages to grab the strands. Before you can disconnect them he pulls your wrists behind your back and spins you several times, effectively wrapping you in your own webbing. Well, this was embarrassing.

“Or caught in your own webs,” He spins you again playfully. “Just as good.”

So much for a spider-sense. Miguel was right, this guy had the upper hand in every way.

You’re about to kick him with your free leg when Miguel tackles him to the ground. The two massive men wrestle on the ground and you quickly squirm to try to free yourself. You have no doubt Miguel could overpower him but you had no idea what else this Kraven had up his sleeve. He had traps laid out. He had a strategy. The quicker you got out and helped detain him the better.

“You’ve been holding back on me, comrade,” Kraven grunts as he attempts to subdue Miguel, “I know a beast when I see one. A killer.”

Miguel claws into his shoulder and manages to pin the hunter to the ground. Miguel’s mask phases away, revealing a set of pearly white fangs.

“Shut. Up.” Miguel lurches down to sink his fangs into his enemy’s neck. Kraven manages to stop him. His forearm across Miguel’s throat and the venomous fangs less than an inch from his neck. Slowly, he pushes Miguel back— He’s overpowering him. You didn’t think that was possible.

“There’s more in you, my friend. Drink of the potion that made me,” Kraven grunts, “It will set your true self free. Then we can have a fair fight. A glorious fight!”

Green gas explodes from a capsule on Kraven’s belt, engulfing them both in a thick plum. You see the hunter leap from the mist and scale the closest tree. You work fast to try free yourself from the webs, only a few strands snapping in your efforts.

The sickening gas dissipates but Miguel does not rise from it. He sits hunched over and heaving, his clawed hands digging into the earth. Every muscle in his body is tensed and quivering

“M-Mig?” You call to him, your voice shakier than you’d like.

He turns to you, fangs still bared in an animalistic snarl. Crimson red overtakes the whites of his eyes.

Your Miguel… is gone.

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Moy schastlivyy den' or Мой счастливый день: My Lucky day.

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ineffablemurderhusbands · 4 days

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Ok, so I realized there is not much Aaron Taylor-Johnson fic available (if there is I'm not finding them, please send it my way) so I decided to write a self-indulgent one. Since he has carte blanche do cheat per my opinion, I wrote a little smutty smut that probably no one will read but I'm anouncing here anyways:

Self-Indulgent Affairs

#aaron taylor johnson #smut fic #one shot #aaron taylor johnson fanfiction #kraven the hunter #bullet train #tangerine x reader #anna karenina #tangerine

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queen-mischief-fanfiction · 10 months

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A walk in the park with a friendly face

Pairing: Kraven the Hunter X squirrel Girl (if you squint)

Fandom: Kraven the hunter

Description: After another fight with his on off lover Calypso Kraven goes off for a wonder in Central Park where he meets a familiar face.

A/N: hey guys I know it’s been a while but I’m getting back into writing thanks to a certain actor in a certain role. I do love hearing feedback, I know this isn’t the best but it’s a small blurb about how I think Squirrel Girl would work with this new iteration of Kraven. If you do like this ship and what I have written maybe in the future I will write more, I do need to clean up my site though to show off my stories better.

Story:

It happened again, Kraven and Calypso had another fight about him, his father and well his whole hunting down and killing of people he thought were unworthy of being called hunters. It was routine for them at this point, they fight, break up, he goes out for a walk, they make up, have sex, rinse and repeat, so here he was currently walking in the greens of Central Park. Some may say that it was unhealthy or toxic but to them it was routine and was how their relationship worked, did he hate it? No, was it tedious? Yes, does his mind wander to other women? Of course, but he was and always will be a beast and therefore has never acted on this impulse for fear of losing maybe the only person who never saw him as Kraven the hunter and only saw him as Kraven.

His mind was brought back as he heard a distant creak of a tree branch, the forest was filled with animals, predators and prey alike but that wasn’t an animal he heard. Continuing as normal his other senses kicked in as his ears picked up a slight movement from the trees, his eyes saw a slight movement of shadow above him, and his nose had picked up a woodsy but not overbearing smell. He also started noticing that above him sitting in tree branches just watching him were squirrels, she never changes he thought fondly to himself as he stops in a small clearing “you can come out now Belka I know you’re there” “ohhh you totally ruined my surprise again,” he heard her whines before a small figure lands gracefully in front of him “, just once I wanna be able to get the jump on you” he chuckles at the thought of her sneaking up on him and being successful.

He gave her a look over as he hadn’t seen her in a while, she was still much shorter than he was even if she tried to be taller in her brown ankle boots which had a small heel on them just to boost her height. She was wearing a black undersuit that really did bring out her figure the older she got after losing her baby fat, and a brown furry leotard which Kraven can appreciate as a wearer of animal fur himself. He also noticed that her hair had gotten longer no longer was it cut pixie short but she was wearing it in a braid, she also had on her signature acorn earrings and her squirrel ears, and of course her large squirrel tail and her ever faithful companion Tippy Toe. “Your hair has gotten longer?” If he was observant, which he was, he would have noticed a faint blush dusting her cheeks “oh yeah, well things had gotten busy with college, stopping evil bad guys from destroying the planet and babysitting for the others I haven’t had much time to schedule a cut, but Nancy said that my hair looks nice but I don’t know it’s not very practical to be fighting crime with long hair” he had to stop himself from chuckling as she tended to ramble on but he found it endearing “Your friend Nancy is right it does look nice longer, but it’s your hair so your choice” she gave him one of her winning smiles that tended to showcase her buck teeth which honestly most wouldn’t have noticed until being told.

“Now, enough of the pleasantries, why are you here Belka? Because now is not a good time” he deadpanned to you, being slightly meaner to get her to leave, Squirrel girl shared a look with Tippy Toe who sat on her shoulder “well Calypso sent me a message saying that you might need to see a friendly face,” he glared at her “,okay it sounded like you needed to see a friendly face,” he continues to glare “,okay she really said that you were being an unstable psychopath and that if I wanted to keep my tail I should leave you alone” he was slightly offended by the implication that he would hunt Squirrel girl for her tail, not like he had imagined trying to hunt her down before with a very different ending “and here you are, why?” He repeats, he didn’t need to know how she knew he was there he was sure the squirrels told her. “Well … why wouldn’t I come? It sounded like things went really dark with Caly and I came to make sure you were alright and that you can talk to me” “right because that’s your whole thing talking to villains like me and then everything is sunshine and rainbows” he said mocking her as he walked by her but she was anything if persistent and so it didn’t take long for him to hear her following.

“Well sometimes it really does help to talk, it’s called healthy communication not that you would know anything about that, and furthermore I don’t just talk I can kick butt you aren’t the only one with super strength and lastly,” she rushed to stand in front of him making him stop up close to her and stare her down as she stared up “, lastly you aren’t a villain” he couldn’t stop the absolute drenched sound of his laughter at her words but she started back face unchanged “Belka I truly don’t understand you at all if I’m not a villain as you say then pray tell what am I?” He was genuinely curious “you’re an Anti-Villan” she answered him back confidently. “What the fuck is an Anti- villian? That sounds stupid” he says walking away but she didn’t let me get far as she jumped onto his back, her tail wrapping around his stomach to keep her balance as she moved to sit on his shoulders. He doesn’t react as he is used to her climbing him, “well you clearly aren’t a hero but Sergei you do very bad things to bad people which it is what deadpool does but he’s more an anti-hero but you don’t see yourself as a hero so anti-villian it is'' he couldn’t really argue with her logic, that was the problem as she was really good at debating, so there they both were walking together peacefully and quietly until Squirrel girl started humming her own theme song while gently taking her claws through his hair. “Have you gotten anyone to sing it for you yet?” “Weelll deadpool seemed interested but then he started writing his own bits and things got so weird so fast so no I’ll just continue to sing it while I’m kicking bad guy butts” this time he let out a chuckle, yeah things were much better with them as friends “hey Sergei?” “What Belka?” “Are you gonna take me to your Kra-van?” She giggles and he groans “I will drop you on your head” her giggles turn to laughter “no you wouldn’t you love me too much” yeah, he thought to himself, yeah I do.

#queen-mischief-fanfiction #kraven the hunter #aaron taylor johnson #Kraven X Squirrel Girl #Kraven the hunter fanfic

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quaketheclonetrooper · 10 months

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Miraculous Spider-Man Characters Photos

Main Antagonist

Others Antagonists

Sergei Kravinoff/Kraven the Hunter!

#fanfiction crossover #crossover fanfiction #crossover #fanfiction #villain #others antagonists #miraculous spider man #miraculous ladybug #marvel #marvel comic #marvel universe #marvel comics #sergei kravinoff #sergei #kraven the hunter #kraven

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lit-works · 7 months

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Spider-Man : A City in Darkness

Finale

I sit there, perched atop a 20-story skyscraper, looking north at the city. No one would know that just a few hours ago this island metropolis was plunged into blackness by some madman, a madman who would likely do it again. A madman with a colossal grudge against me, Spider-Man.

The question is, which madman? I've made more than my fair share of enemies in my career, some of them incredibly powerful. Doc Ock. Hobgoblin. Doomsie, the Frightful Four, Vulture–the list goes on and on, a fact that is not the least bit reassuring. Electro is on the loose as well, but Electro has rarely ever used underlings. He usually teams up with another super-powered felon when he isn't going solo.

Somehow, though, everything ties together; the springing of Electro, the blackout, the electrical equipment theft, the writing in the sky…it all adds up to one thing : someone really doesn't like me.

Well, I can sit on my brains and worry, or I can go out and get to thr bottom of this. I think getting to the bottom of this is the better choice of the teoz but where do I start?

Captain Patricia Amber Nash, commander of the PEGASUS security team assigned to delivering Electro to his parole hearing, sits alone in an office in the justice building. In front of her are reams of paper. She is carefully ignoring the papers and staring at the ceiling, leaning her wooden chair back on its hind legs. She might be deep in thought or just daydreaming.

Hanging upside down, I tap on the window. The sudden noise catches her by surprise, and it is only by grabbing the table that she avoids pitching over onto the floor. As it is, she scattered papers across the office.

Rising from the table, she stomped to the window I was hanging outside of with as much decorum as she could muster. Through the insulated glass she mouthed the words, "what the hell do you want?" She doesn't look pleased.

"Dinner and a movie?" I shout back, loud enough to be heard through the glass. "But I'll settle for some info? How about letting me in before someone sees me out here and calls the cops?"

She looks at me for a long moment, as if weighing the options. Then she unlatches the pane and opens it. "Come in then," she says. "And make it quick. It's getting cold out there."

"Do you know how much paperwork there is for an escaped criminal?" She asks, stopping to pick up the scattered papers.

"No, but if you hum a few bars I'll pick it up." I say.

She shoots me a glare that says, 'dont mess with me; it's been a bad day'.

"What do you want now?" She asks, trying to reorganize the papers and then giving it up as a lost cause.

"How about if I get your runaway electric company back?" I ask.

"Given a choice, id rather take a week off in Jamaica, but it woukd nake things easier," she says, picking up one official-looking form and quoting: 'If said incident involved metahuman individuals, please designate on a separate form the nature, identity, and abilities displayed by said individual(s) and their bearing on the incident.' "can you imagine what it would be like if the Avengers came by to help? At least they have this stuff on reprinted forms." She looks up at me. "Right. Information. What do you want?"

"Well," I say, "the last time we met you were loudly handling the cleanup from that little kidnapping, so we didn't have too much time to chat. And I walked right into the middle of that half-painted picture, so I have no real idea why you were there in thr middle of Manhattan in the first place, unless it's standard procedure to ship dangerous criminals through the heart of the city in the early evening. So, why don't you take it from the top and don't leave out any whys and what-fors."

Captain Nash begins to explain. She and her team were to escort Electro from his cell to a specially prepared holding area for his parole hearing tomorrow morning. While in transit, the team was ambushed by four individuals carrying electrical discharge guns. They opened fire as one, overturning the armored car transporting Electro and blowing open the rear doors. They pinned down the PEGASUS troops while two of the team went in and pulled Electro from the wreck. Electro was heavily sedated, additionally restrained with an insulated straightjacket.

Two of the men headed down the alleyway with the bundled Electro while their comrades kept Nash's troops pinned down with their shock-zookas. By the time I arrived on the scene and free their fire, the others had apparently already escaped out the other side of the alley, but not before leaving an explosive package in the sewers, which according to record, public works is citing as the cause of the blackout.

"Anyone see the goons leave with Electro?" I ask.

"We performed a building-to-building search on the side of the alley with the NYPD, but it turned up nothing. They've vanished completely." She replies.

"How about the goons I fought?"

"Resting comfortably," she says, stretching to relieve a neck cramp. "They were checked out for prior arrests, but they're small fry. They've been keeping pretty mum, but what we did get before their lawyers told them to shut up is that Electro was the prize of their operation, not the boss."

I nod and she continues, "The outfits look like those of HYDRA but are only imitation, According to a source at SHIELD. Talking to the people at SHIELD, by the way, was like pulling teeth; they know HYDRA is up to something, but they don't think they're connected to this kidnapping."

"So that leaves us with the question of where they went?"

"Maybe the earth swallowed them?" Says Nash.

I smile beneath my mask. "Maybe it did, at that. I'm going to go check out the crime scene. Maybe I'll find something else. Thanks, and I owe you a dinner and a movie." I head for the window.

As I dive out into the night air, Nash shouts after me, "how about you just bring me back a pizza? JI'll be here all night! And close the window next time, there's a draft!"

Electro!

I swing out into the night.

Electro's the key to the entire operation. Whoever stole the equipment was probably in cahoots with the master of electricity and busted him out only when everything was already in place.

If Electro is working with another super-powered baddie, there may be an Intel leak in the PEGASUS security. That thought may have occurred to Captain Nash already.

I retrace my path to where the Project PEGASUS troopers were blasting it out with Electro's mysterious allies earlier in the evening. The ruined armored car has already been pulled from the street, and traffic is flowing normally (for NY, anyways) past the alleyway.

The alleyway itself is no longer empty as I remembered it. The bureau of public works has set up a generator and equipment to clear away the debris kicked up by the explosion and make repairs. Signs warning : 'Men Working' are at both ends of the alley. I land atop one of the buildings overlooking the alley. The alleyway is singed darkly from the blast, more so toward the end where the PEGASUS troopers were fighting.

What if the purpose of the blast was to wipe out any traces of pursuit…if the men ledt behind were abandoned? Then that explosion might be more than just a poor going-away gift.

I swing down the alleyway itself.

"Hey!" Says one of the workers, looking up. "It's that spider-guy!"

"Spider-Man!" I correct him, spinning through the air and landing in front of the workers–three guys apparently on a coffee and pastry break. The speaker nods, a second workman looks surprised, while the third simply bits into an oozing jelly-filled donut. "How's work going?" I ask.

"Real mess down there," says the first worker, apparently the spokesperson for the group. "Looks like they had enough explosives down there to whole the block to the moon and back!" He chuckles at some private joke.

"Then I need your professional opinion," I say, leaning back against the generator. "If someone was down there a minute or two before the explosion, could that person have survived?"

"Hmmm," the union rep rubbed his jaw. "I dunno, man, it's not likely. He'd have to move very fast or it'd be zoom…bang!"--the spokesman claps his hands together and thrn motions to the heavens. His two fellow workmen grunt in agreement. "The passage is blocked and clogged in both directions, and it's gonna take a while to dig a clear path through."

The sewers are closed off by fallen debris, and anyone down there might have been caught in the blast.

The valuable human labor resource flashes his light around the wreckage left underground by the blast. There is a thick smell of something smoldering, and the workman shouts to be heard over the steady din of water running over shattered concrete.

"The main part of the blast is this way," says the worker, making his point by panning the lught over the mess of obliterated concrete that almost fills the passageway. "The other way"--he flashes the light to the area behind me–"is almost as bad, and it leads to a dead end, according to the city plans."

"Such an option." As I glance forward and back at the equally dismal-looking stretches of alleyway.

"Mind if I lend you a hand?" I ask, reaching toward the debris blocking the sewer.

"Don't mind if you do," says the workman. "I'll hold the light."

The debris is not as tightly packed as I first thought, and I quickly dig my way through to the other side of the rockfall. The ceiling holds, as well, and my companion follows me, flashing the light around as soon as I reach the other side.

The other side of the rockfall looks just like a New York sewer. The slime on the concrete appears to remain undisturbed after at least a few generations, and nothing is out of place.

"Blast," I say, my voice echoing down into the depths of the pipes.

"You were expecting something else maybe?" Asks my new friend.

"Some kind of clue. I had a hunch Electro escapes down here. There's another blocked passage behind us?"

"Yeah, but it leads to a dead end."

The map the workmen have of the sewers shows a dead end on the other side of the passage. Which means that Public Works may just decide to forget about digging it out. A perfect way for someone to cover their tracks.

I start digging through the slime-covered rock filling the passageway. The laborer shine his light as I use my spider-enhanced strength to lift and burrow.

I am about halfway through the second blockage, and feel (relatively) fresh air on my face, when my Spider-Sense gives off a sharp warning buzz. Bits of plaster and stone rain down around me. The passage's ceilings are dangerously unstable, and the whole street is about to drop on our heads!

Thinking quickly, I brace the sagging rock above me with both hands, and call down to the worker who accompanied me.

"Quick," I shout, my voice carrying down the sewers. "Get me something to brace this wall with!"

The light that has been shining on my digging flickers and turns away, and I am left in the darkness for a moment. I hear the drip of fetid water and the shout of the worker to his fellow workmen. My arms are beginning to tire, but if I let go, the entire street could cavr in.

After a short eternity, the light returns, with the workmen behind it. "Here ya go, Spider-buddy." The spokesperson says, placing a large device next to me. "One handy-dandy sewer jack, at your service." He turns a crank at one end of the tool and it expands against the floor and ceiling, taking the weight off of my aching shoulders.

"That was close," I say, and in that same inatant, I notice the workman's light flashing down the passage that has been fully opened by the shift.

"That's funny," he says. "The sewer is supposed to end fifteen feet from here."

Instead, the sewer continues down into the darkness. Along the concrete floor of this unknown sewer, the algae and moss have been pushed aside, leaving a clear path into the depths of the city.

'Come into my parlor, said the spider to the fly'. Or is it, 'said the Electro, to the Spider-Man'?

I dig out my spider-beacon from my belt, but the workman who has been helping hands me his flashlight.

"That itty-bitty candle ain't gonna cut it if you're going in that direction," he says. "Take this one. It's halogen beam will illuminate a hundred yards down here. It's also shockproof, so you can beat the crocagators with it."

I take the flashlight, saying "thanks…er…"

"Ed. Name's Ed." Says the worker, giving a toothed grin.

A sewer work named Ed. Only in New York. I tell Ed and his buddies that if they don't hear from me or see.me in two hours, they should go to the police with what they know. With that, I head down the path.

Off to see the wizard. Or the doctor. Or whoever.

I reach a corner that carries me out of sight of the repairmen, so I turn and wave, and am gone.

The path through the slime is uncomfortably smooth, clean, and recent in origin. I've gone about a mile underground before I realized what would cause it to be that way: a ground effects vehicle, or hovercraft, traveling on a cushion of air. That cushion would push up the slime and debris as it passed.

I hear a chittering to my right, and swing my light to reveal a large rat, sitting on a pipe. The rat holds motionless for a moment, then squeals and bounds away.

Yuck. The last thing I want to do is meet up with the everyday run-of-the-mill vermin while I'm hunting down a real rat.

The sewer passage widens and crosses a wider sewer, this one carrying a stream of darker water. The path of the blasted algae disappears at the edge and reappears on the other side, about 20 feet away, and then disappears down the tunnel.

Ceiling's too low to leap. The walls are slicker than Jameson on payday. But I think it's climb or swim. I don't think they have a limo service down here.

The walls are covered with a thick gooey slime, as is the ceiling. As I reach the apex of the vault, I hit a patch of moss that must have been what prinitive man used for Teflon.

Choosing my way carefully, I make my path through the slippery muck to the other side. At that moment, I think I see movement in the water: probably another rat or something. Ahead there is a flash of light other than my own, dimming my flashlight. I check out the light at the end of the tunnel. With my luck, it will be an oncoming train.

The glow intensifies until I'm standing in front of a pair of massive doors illuminated by a single powerful light. The trail through the slime ends here. To the right of the doors is a parked hovercraft with a wide bed, suitable for carrying spools of wire.

No welcome mat, though, and I bet this place isn't listed with Triple A, either, looks like I'll have to break in.

I approach the huge metal doors. Something is rotten in the state of New York. Huge metal doors. Hmm….

I dig out a spare metal cartridge of web-fluid and toss it at the doors. The intensity of the flash upon connection momentarily blinds me.

Makes sense. Electro, electrical supplies, huge conductive metal doors. Put it all together and now it spells T-R-A-P. Now, how to get through it without becoming a bag of spider flavored bacon-bits.

I see the hovercraft and smile beneath my mask.

Using a good deal of my noninsulative webbing, I create a battering ram at the front of the hovercraft parked outside. Another two minutes and ai have hot-wired the vehicle and am backing it away from the entrance.

I back up to where the trail crosses the stream, then throw the hovercraft into high speed. The air whistles past me as the vehicle bears down on the doors.

"Cowabunga!" I shout in a loud surfer accent, jumping off the hovercraft at the last possible moment.

The craft slams into the electrified double doors at full tilt. Sparks dance off the webbing protecting the front of the craft. The door gives way with a bone-shuddering crash, and the way is clear.

Score one for Yankee ingenuity. I walk through the now-open passageway.

My feet pad across the concrete, and I notice the area is lit, though not well lit. A single light every twenty feet shines dimly, giving the impression of a coal mine.

Suddenly, the passageway widens into a larger, dark room. I see nothing and hear only an electronic hum of whirring and clicking, and I am reaching for my spider-beacon when lights come on and I see that I'm surrounded!

The lights come on suddenly, blinding me for an instant before revealing a cavernous chamber with a single entrance at the far side of the room. And before me stand five of my greatest foes!

Electro is there, blocking the far exit. Above him hovers the Vulture, beating his long mechanical wings to stay in place. Sandman, who has the ability to convert his body into sand, is to my right. To my left is Kraven the Hunter, holding a net, and behind the criminal sportsman is Mysterio, master of illusion.

Five of the Sinister Six. "What's up, fellas?" I ask a loud.

The five move toward me without a sound.

"Lemme guess," I jab. "It's International Pick-On Spidey Day. Ya know, when I was trying to figure out who was behind this mess, I never figured it would be a committee of chumps."

My foes are strangely silent as they move in. Best to hit them before they all converge. I can reach any of them. Who should I take down first?

There's no way these five could have gotten back together, even to kill me. That indicates a hoax, and Mysterio is the criminal master of such illusion.

I bound effortlessly over Kraven, and land feet-first on Mysterio's glowing fishbowl helmet. The helmet cracks and shatters under the force of my blow, revealing a maze of wires and circuits beneath. The form of Mysterio crumples to the ground, but not before violently shocking me.

I stand for a moment, looking at the shattered remains of Mysterio as the vicious voltage courses through my body. Robot, and wired to shock on destruction. How many of the others as well?

The others are still moving toward me. Picking myself up, I run to the far exit, where there is a switch and a metal door.

I pull the switch down, and the low-register clicking and buzzing of machinery in the room fades. I look back at my remaining foes, and they are frozen in position.

Dumb robots, I knew the Sinister Six couldn't have staged a reunion bash, even to bash Spidey. These little playthings were obviously guards for the main gates, and the switch allows someone from this end to shut them down so personnel can go in and out. Simple, once you know it. Pull the plug and the toys wind down.

The metal door hums and rises to the ceiling. Five down and it's obvious now who the sixth is.

I pass into the next corridor.

"Ta-Ta, Troopies," I wave back at the inanimate robots. "Time to reveal the puppeteer."

This passage is similar to the last one, dimly lit. At the end I can see through an open door and into a brightly lit room. From my far station, I can see some machinery. The smell of ozone is strong in the air. The walls of this passage are lined with wooden doors, and these are shut and have bars in the windows.

I am halfway down the hallway when a low voice says, "wait!" In a hushed tone. I see a hand wave at me from the bars.

"Doctor Jefferson, I presume?" I say, looking at the psychiatrist captive in the cell. It all fits together now–with five of the Sinister Six being used as lackeys, the sixth must be the head honcho. He must have put another robot in his cell to avoid suspicion.

The bespectacled man nods and puts a finger to his lips. He hands me a note.

The note reads : 'He can hear but cannot see us. He has captured Electro and is using him to power a weapon to destroy you. There is a trap at the end of the corridor. Look up. Don't hurt him.'

I look up and see a ventilator grill above me. I nod to him and, trying to make as little noise as possible, rip his lock out of the door. The complete, I give him an A-OK hand sign.

Trusting that Jefferson is honest and the events aren't monitored, I rip out the grillwork and crawl into the ducts. After about five minutes of crawling I reach another grill. Looking out, I see an incredible sight.

It could best be described as an electrical elephant! It is a huge, almost obscene machine, occupying most of the room. At it's core is Electro, glowing like a supernova star and apparently in pain. At it's crown, riding the elephant, is Doctor Octopus awaiting my appearance at the doorway. The "trunk" of the elephant, the barrel of the weapon, which is probably what did the skywriting is pointed at the doorway.

Definitely the work of a disturbed mind. I look at my foe as I work the grillwork off the vent. At least I'm out of the line of fire.

"Where is he…?" Hisses the Doctor, his mechanical arms adjusting power levels and turning dials on the huge machine. "Why hasn't he appeared?"

"Sorry, Ock!" I shout, leaping from my hiding place. "I had to use the service entrance."

I leapt out onto the machine where the beam could not reach me.

As I land on the machinery, sparks spread out from my fingertips. I feel a tingle akin to my Spider-Sense, but otherwise the massive machine does no damage. Atop it, the madman who has been trying for most of the evening to kill me is watching me, stock still.

Ok, hero, now what? I spy Ock's arms beginning to writhe along the machine toward me. Attack? Talk to him? Free Electro (who really looks like he's suffering)? Sabotage the machinery? He's had me on my heels and on the run all evening, now it's my turn! Think!

First things first. I scrabble across the machine's sides to where Electro is held prisoner. The master of electricity howls soundlessly on the inside of a glass prison. Above me, Octopus is starting to react. I see Doc's metallic arms reach toward me.

The bowl is designed for Electro's powers, not my spider-enhanced abilities. It shatters with a crash and a bolt of lightning erupts from the prison. I am dlung violently backwards and topple off the side of the machine.

"OCTAVIUS!!" Comes an inhuman shout from the sphere. "YOU HAVE USED ME, OCTAVIUS! YOU HAVE HURT ME!! NOW I SHALL HAVE VENGEANCE!! I NEED MY REVENGE!"

Electro emerges from his cage shining like a bright white beacon, throwing everything around me into shadow. Ignoring me completely, Electro moves up the sides of the machine towards Doc Ock.

Ock is read as well, two of his mechanical arms grabbing nets and weapons, while the other pair extend, carrying his body high above his opponent. Electro grasps one metallic arm, and a yellow glow pulsates and courses up the arm to the mad doctor. Octopus howls and stutters in pain.

Uh-oh. The genie is out the bottle. The pair are locked in a deadly embrace. The machinery they are fighting on is breaking, falling apart.

I bound out of the chamber just as the machine starts to smoke and the ceiling caved in. The walls and floors are buckling as I run at top speed out of the complex, only stopping to grab Dr.Jefferson, the imprisoned psychiatrist and bound out. Behind me is the cacophonous roar of explosions.

From the sewer I make my way to the surface. There is one last explosion, this one reaching the surface (an abandoned garbage dump) and spreading light (and garbage) into the sky.

"You think they…" the doctor starts to ask, faltering.

"Survived?" I finish for him. "Don't know. Their kind always has a way of turning up. For now, one more bad guy plan has gone smash, leaving us and the City of New York to pick up the pieces."

The pair of us watch the fire and listen for the approaching sirens as the police come to investigate. I have saved the city, once again.

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green-greed · 1 year

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DA BOYS ARE SLAYING!!!! ✨🪩💖 this chapter is about breakfast and yeah. Sinister Six eating breakfast. no romance just vibes.

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adgaea · 1 year

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Hi! Story three had been posted within my Refuge series.

TW: Blood, injury, non-consensual drug use, insomnia, daggers, stalking, anxiety, sensory overload

Disclaimer: I do not own anything.

Story under the cut!

Months passed, and luckily things calmed down, especially after Montana hired a lawyer and media specialist to help Peter make an official statement and answer questions so that they wouldn't rag on him too much. The worst thing still remaining from the events in the past though, was the fact that Harry was fighting a battle to become an emancipated minor, and with little to no money of his own left, it was quite hard especially since he refused to take any of the money Norman had left Peter, but so far, he'd been allowed to live by himself so long as a social worker came by every day to ensure that he was fine.

One of the best things though, was that all of those close to him now knew his identity. Though, some were quite aggravated that they'd been hurting a minor for all that time. It had resulted in a couple of arguments, but soon things were settled.

He had had to take about a week off from school, and a press release had been issued about the kidnapping, so everyone unfortunately knew about that, but at least he didn't have to hide why he was injured that time. Peter had healed well from his wounds though, and he'd been back out patrolling for the past few weeks. He'd wanted to start patrolling again earlier, but May decided against it, as Peter was still healing. One good thing to come of it though was the fact that he'd gotten more work done in the labs and earned more money from the Tinkerer. The best part was though, that with some of the inheritance money, they'd been able to rebuild their home in Forest Hills, so they were no longer living with Montana.

The uncles were all even more protective than before. Peter'd seen more than one of them during his patrols just to keep an eye on him ever since he'd gone back to being Spider-Man. Not to mention Quentin was hanging around the school more as well. He blended in quite well, and made a splendid drama teacher after the old one passed away recently. He'd had to leave his old job, but he'd discussed it with Montana and the others and everyone liked the idea that Quentin would always be at the school if Peter ever needed anything immediately. It also helped that Quentin also wanted to be there for Harry.

Not to mention, things in the criminal underworld had deescalated and become less harmful when Hammerhead took over after Tombstone's arrest. There were way fewer dead people. Hammerhead found it more useful to keep people alive and use them as informants as opposed to killing everyone who had any information he wanted. Crime had also gone down since Peter had revealed his identity to the rest of his group of Uncles because some of them had been really confused when they'd taken him to Ock instead of an actual medical doctor.

Peter was enjoying this night though. It was beautiful and it was the best for just taking a relaxing swing through the city.

He couldn't help but sigh and take off his mask when he reached one of the highest points with no cameras near in the city. It was so much better to see the view with unmasked eyes. Though, he had to wonder why his spider sense was still on the fritz. It always seemed to be at a low hum ever since he'd been rescued.

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Kraven growled as he used his long range goggles to watch the spider perch at one of the highest points in the city. He smirked as he saw the spider unmask. He'd been watching the spider-child for a while, but it was great to get confirmation that his target was indeed Peter Parker. It would be time for the final hunt soon. The spider would fall by his hand.

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Peter yawned as he did his best not to fall asleep in the middle of English. He'd gotten plenty of sleep the night before, but the book they'd been assigned to read in the class was just so boring, and he couldn't help but doze off out of pure boredom.

Luckily, the bell soon rang and he was able to go to his next class. Harry met him in the hallway, as they had the next class together. Peter immediately noticed that Harry looked more downcast than usual.

Peter furrowed his brow and questioned "What's wrong Harry?"

Harry sighed and responded "I can't live by myself anymore and I don't qualify for emancipation. My social worker wants to place me in a foster home with the next couple of weeks."

Peter grimaced and looked down.

He looked up and responded "Do you think they'd let Aunt May take you in. I know that she wouldn't hesitate to take you in."

Harry shook his head and said "It has to be someone already registered to be a foster parent, and I know that's not your aunt."

Peter sighed and said "I'm sorry, Harry."

Harry just nodded as they proceeded to their next class.

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The school day went fairly quickly, and Harry was allowed by his social worker to go to Peter's home and work on a project they had been assigned.

May overheard their conversation about Harry's current living situation as they were coming in.

She spoke "Hello Harry. I couldn't help but overhear that you're having some issues with emancipation. Let me get you the number of a friend of mine that helped me when I last had some legal issues to take care of."

Peter and Harry just stood there as May pulled out a business card for Nelson and Murdock's firm. Peter wasn't really surprised that those were the people she had been talking about.

Harry took the business card from her and saved the number of the firm into his phone.

He responded "Thanks, Ms. Parker. I'll give them a call tomorrow. Do you think they'll actually be able to help?"

May snickered as she said "Trust me, they're some of the best lawyers I've ever known. They'll take your case."

Harry nodded and he and Peter went up the stairs to Peter's room. May called up to them that dinner would be ready in about an hour.

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Peter and Harry worked on the project for a little while until Peter cringed hard.

Harry was surprised when Peter just dropped his notebook and gripped the back of his neck while looking towards the window.

Harry spoke as he looked around the room "What's wrong, Peter? What's the danger?"

Peter cringed and said "I'm not sure, but I know it was a brief spike in my spider sense. I looked out the window, but nothing dangerous is there, and I don't hear anything abnormal. It's been going off all the time ever since I was rescued from Tombstone's base, and sometimes it just spikes randomly. It's become quite annoying and even painful sometimes. Almost like a miniature sensory overload."

Harry frowned and said "Maybe you should tell Ock about it. I know that he's been helping you with some of the more spidery aspects of your biology."

Peter nodded and said "Yeah. I'll do that. Right now though, we've got to work on this project. it's due next week, and I cannot afford a fail."

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Kraven left quickly. He had deployed an experimental drone to spy on the spider-child. He was quite fascinated by how well the child's danger sense worked. As soon as he had the drone close to the window, the child had cringed and looked towards the window, but not in enough time to see or hear the spy drone. Kraven was so glad that he had invested in getting the tech from A.I.M.. Both that and his enhanced cat senses were coming in handy. It would help him monitor the spider's actions without ever having to be close.

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Gwen and MJ noticed the next day that Peter was rubbing his neck more often and seemed to be unfocused.

MJ spoke "Did you forget to buy anxiety meds or something, Peter?"

Peter shook his head and said "No. I don't take anxiety medication. That is something to think about though, considering how I've been feeling for a while."

Gwen pulled him to the side after MJ left and questioned "What's really up, Peter?"

Peter rubbed his neck again and answered "My danger sense just won't stop going off no matter what I do. It's constantly buzzing and now it's causing sensory overloads more than it ever used to do."

Gwen still seemed concerned, but the bell rang and they were both about to be late for their next class.

Peter said "I'll see you later Gwen."

Gwen watched him go with worry.

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Peter and Harry walked together to a convenience store after school. They'd be going back to his aunt's house to just relax since it was a Friday night and they planned on hanging out for a while since Harry's social worker had already approved.

Honestly, Peter was just glad that he wasn't being tailed by one of his uncles. Quentin had offered to drive them, but Peter had declined. He needed a little bit of space, and luckily Harry understood. Peter never liked having a lot of attention on himself.

The walk to the house would be a lengthy one, but it would be worth it. Peter needed the time to just walk and hopefully clear his head. He needed the time to just walk around without thinking about any of his problems or Spider-Man things. Maybe that would help his spider sense calm.

He and Harry walked quietly together. Granted there were still a lot of people around, but it was nice to try and tune them out. It was harder to do with enhanced senses, but not impossible.

All was pretty calm until Peter felt a sting on his neck and reached up to feel what had hit him. He didn't feel anything though.

Harry had stopped and started questioning "What's wrong, Peter?"

Peter didn't feel anything abnormal so he just said "I think that I got stung by something. Do you see a bump on the side of my neck or anything?"

Harry took a look and hummed as he said "It looks like a bug sting? It's red, but not swelling very much. You okay?"

Peter rubbed his neck again as his spider sense amplified again.

He groaned and said "I'll put some antibiotic cream on it when we get to my house. It should be fine."

Harry nodded and they continued walking, unaware that they were being watched by a grinning Kraven, who was very satisfied with the micro-sized darts that his supplier had developed. A.I.M. would be pleased to know that the items he had commissioned were working quite well. The little spider had no idea what had just hit him.

~~~~~~

Peter tossed and turned. He was so restless, and anytime he came anywhere close to sleeping, his spider sense would screech or he'd have some sort of nightmare if he managed to fall asleep. Whenever he'd wake up, he'd be breathing hard and he could hear an eerie echoing of drums.

No matter how much he tried to get comfortable, they nightmares and drums wouldn't stop haunting him.

~~~~~~

Harry frowned as he glanced at Peter. The teacher was in the middle of a discussion about natural selection, and Peter looked like he was about to drop off. Harry was used to Peter looking like he was tired, but right now, he just looked like he was sick as well.

After class ended, he approached Peter.

"Hey, Pete? Are you sure that you don't need to go home?" Harry questioned.

Peter rubbed the back of his neck and replied "No. I'll be fine. I just didn't sleep well last night, and I've been having nightmares."

Harry grimaced and replied "Anything you think I can do to help?"

Peter sighed and shook his head "No. They'll ease off eventually. I just happened to have a really bad night, and I think that I'm going to have a sensory overload soon. My neck is aching massively."

Harry grimaced. He knew that whenever Peter's spider sense became overwhelming, Peter would pretty much shut down.

Harry nodded and said "Yep, I'm calling your aunt to check you out for the rest of the day. You don't look very good, especially compared to how you usually look when this happens."

Peter sputtered and said "But I was going to study with MJ and Gwen at lunch."

Harry hugged and said "I'll just tell them you got sick. It's not a lie."

Peter sighed and nodded. To be honest, he wasn't feeling great, so it probably would be better if he went home.

Peter heard Harry make the call, and soon he was called to the office and checked out by May.

May drove him home. They didn't talk. Harry had warned her that Peter had seemed to be about to go into a sensory overload.

Once they got back home, Peter went straight up to his room and collapsed on the bed. Hopefully, he'd actually get some rest this time.

~~~~~~

It was not a restful period. The nightmares continued, and the drums pounded louder each time. Peter had no clue what he could do to get them to stop.

~~~~~~

Another week passed, and Peter's friends were worried. He continued to look worse and worse as the week went by, but he'd refused to stay home.

Harry had even texted Quentin about the situation. Quentin had come down at the lunch period to check on Peter and grimaced.

Quentin spoke "Kid, do you need to go to Ock? Maybe he'd be able to help or figure out what's causing all of this?"

Peter sighed and said "Probably. I'll go after school though. I've got a few errands to run."

Quentin grimaced and replied "I can drive you. You don't seem to be in any condition to be off by yourself."

Peter nodded. He was glad that he had protective uncles.

~~~~~~

Kraven watched as the boy left Beck's vehicle. He smirked as he took note of how sluggish the boy's movements were. He'd been watching the boy via a camouflaged drone throughout the day, and he was looking weaker and weaker. The boy looked exhausted. It would be time to strike soon. He needed to weaken the prey before trapping it and taking it to a location where a true hunt could take place.

~~~~~~

Peter got even less sleep the next night. He and Harry were going to go to the library after school to study, but Peter wasn't sure that he'd actually be able to focus.

He couldn't help but yawn and hope that he'd get more rest later. He hadn't yet remembered to go see Ock and see if there was a solution to whatever was happening. He'd been forgetting to go to either of the labs ever since the nightmares came back with a vengeance, and he knew that his uncles were getting worried.

~~~~~~

Peter was slightly surprised when Montana came to pick he and Harry up after school. He and Harry got into the vehicle. Harry sat in the back and listened as Montana and Peter talked.

Peter smiled warmly and said "Hey, Montana."

Montana frowned and said "Kid, it's been a while since you've come around my place. Have you been looking at the group chat? We've invited you quite a few times, but you've only responded a couple of times.

Peter rubbed the back of his neck as he said "I haven't been feeling great lately, and my spider sense has been off the charts for some reason. I can't sleep without having nightmares or even fall asleep easily. I forgot to stop by Ock's lab the other day and keep forgetting to go to the Tinkerer's lab as well on the normal days which I work."

Montana grimaced and replied "You haven't been out as Spider-Man in a while either. I should have asked you about this sooner. Harry, do you mind if we skip your study time and I take Pete to Ock's?"

Harry let out a sigh of relief "I don't mind at all. Gwen, MJ, and I have been worried about him for a while. Quentin's been keeping an eye on Peter as well and recommended that he go see Dr. Octavius, but I think you're the only one that could actually get him there at the moment."

Montana smiled and nodded as Peter leaned his head back a little. He let out a sigh. He didn't even remember talking to Quentin about going to Ock's.

~~~~~~

Kraven was ready. It was time to get the spider. As soon as that car stopped, he would move.

~~~~~~

The ride to Ock's didn't take very long. Peter's head was pounding with a headache. He hadn't even attempted to fall asleep and he was hearing the drums and his spider sense was going crazy. He stepped out of the vehicle and was dizzy as he stood. He gritted his teeth and held his head as a wave of pain hit him.

Montana and Harry stood with him, but there really wasn't anything that they could do to help him. Peter felt a pinch in his neck and yelped. He began to feel drowsy and sick. The last thing he heard was Montana's startled yell as he collapsed.

~~~~~~

Kraven acted. The dart to the boy's neck worked quickly, especially since the slow release microchip filled with drugs from last time was still affecting him.

Kraven quickly dropped down and grinned as he took in the other boy's terrified gaze and Montana's furious one.

Kraven growled as he bared his teeth and said "Move aside, Shocker. The spider is mine."

Montana was holding onto Peter as he said "No. Not a chance. You aren't going to hurt him, Kraven."

Kraven just laughed as he replied "You are weaponless Shocker. You have no say in this matter."

Kraven lunged and pushed Montana back. Montana unfortunately had to let go of the unconscious Peter, whose body rolled to lie beside Montana's vehicle.

Neither Kraven nor Montana had noticed that Harry had run into Ock's base to try and get help.

Kraven easily knocked Montana out and grabbed Peter. His parkour was quite impressive as he escaped with his prey.

~~~~~~

Ock grumbled as he collected the unconscious Montana. He had seen a scuffle break out on his cameras, but he had not arrived on the street in time ot pursue Kraven and get Peter back. He would have to track down Kraven's base if they ever wanted to see the spider child alive again.

Montana most certainly would not be happy upon regaining consciousness.

~~~~~~

Peter groaned as he woke. His head was hurting, and his spider sense was going off. He could also faintly hear the pounding of drums. He tensed as he heard a menacing laugh.

He groaned and sat up. When he dared to look up, he was met with the sight of Kraven.

Kraven laughed as he said "I knew it would work, little spider. Your danger sense has been off even more since I used a microdart on you. It included a microchip inundated with drugs that would release in periodic intervals. I knew that you'd be so distracted that I'd be able to catch you and bring you here to my estate. Not to mention the near constant presence of my camouflaged drone has had you on edge as you could sense, but not see it once it was completed. All you can sense is danger, and I can tell that it's been driving you insane. I have brought you here tonight to face me in a battle to the death. I know you can hear the drums! You will fall by my hand tonight, spider. You will have a few minutes to run as a head start as I like to chase my prey, but it won't do you much good. Prepare to die."

Peter cringed and groaned. He was breathing hard as he stood and stared at Kraven. He wasn't scared of this psycho! Man, he hated the aftermath of being drugged, He still felt so weak!

He curled his fists as Kraven threw a fake spider suit at him.

"Suit up, spider! The final battle will begin soon once you have regained your full mental capacities!" Kraven said as he left the room.

~~~~~

Montana was furious when he regained consciousness. What use was he if he couldn't even help his nephew escape a threat?! He immediately got his suit and put his gauntlets on. He'd be prepared to fight as soon as they could figure out where Kraven had taken the kid to. He had noticed that Quentin and Tink had arrived though. Ock, Quentin, and Tink were working on trying to track Kraven down and checking cameras. Harry was sticking around and Montana took note that the laptop screen showed some of Kraven's financial records.

Unfortunately, the other two Enforcers as well as Toomes, O'Hirn, and Flint were all out of town. They wouldn't be able to help with this situation. Montana curled his fists. He recalibrated his gauntlets as he waited for anyone else to say something. Every once in a while he would glance at his phone when a message came through in the group chat. Everyone was worried about the kid.

The dang kid just couldn't stay out of trouble.

~~~~~~

Peter had reluctantly taken the head start. He had enough time to look around, but all he could see were trees and grass. No sign of any roads or anything to help him get a sense of direction. He figured that Kraven must own a rather large property. Too soon though, Kraven made his first move and tackled Peter.

Peter got out of his grip and punched Kraven. He then kicked him back by a few feet. Kraven ran at him again.

Kraven growled after Peter flipped over him.

He spoke "I see that you failed to put on your costume, little spider. No matter, I still know that you're the spider. You will not escape me!"

Peter couldn't help but grimace. This guy truly was nuts.

~~~~~~

Tinkerer spoke "Kraven has a property located in upstate New York. If I were a betting man, I'd sat that he likely took Peter there. I've sent my research on Kraven to you, Octavius. Do either of you know anything else useful about the man?"

Ock simply said "No." as Montana elaborated.

Montana said "No. Kraven was very secretive. None of us knew much about him. Thanks for sending me the location. Our posse will be ready to roll out soon. Thanks for the enhanced cuffs as well. At this rate, I'm going to have to carry them everywhere I go with how much this kid gets into trouble. Are you going to fly us?"

Tinkerer snickered and said "Yes, and good luck. The property will have enhanced security systems around it, but I'm sure that won't be a problem since Quentin is coming with us as well. Not to mention, most of it can be bypassed since we'll be taking the copter."

Montana nodded. It was time to go get his kid......again.

~~~~~~

Peter struggled in Kraven's grip as the man pinned him to the ground. Peter was breathing hard. He grimaced as Kraven moved one hand to get a dagger off of his belt, and Peter used Kraven's minor distraction to punch him in the solar plexus. It had been a quite awkward and uncomfortable maneuver to perform, but Peter had managed, thankful for his flexibility. Kraven grunted and fell back as Peter jumped back up into a fighting stance.

He gnashed his teeth as Kraven got another dagger and now wielded one in each hand. Peter kept his eyes on Kraven as Kraven circled him. Kraven once again made the first move. He lunged at Peter with one of the knives. It grazed Peter's left bicep, but Peter now had an advantage. He was behind Kraven, and had the ability to kick him in the back. Kraven flew forward and rolled after Peter's hard kick.

Peter quickly grabbed a dagger that had fallen to the ground. He definitely wasn't experienced in fighting with weapons like that, but he had to think of something, especially since he'd refused to put on that fake costume and web shooters that the guy had provided him with. Luckily though, he had some training with knife throwing thanks to his extended family on Montana's side. Hopefully, using the same techniques with a dagger would be similar.

Kraven came rushing at him again and went for a headlock, but Peter dodged just in time and managed to get a cut in. Kraven had howled in pain as the dagger sliced some of the skin on his side. His claws seemed to sharpen as he observed his wound.

Peter's eyes widened as Kraven spoke "You have drawn blood, spider. I'm rather impressed. Let's finish this though."

Peter could practically hear the memory of Billy instructing him on the best spots to aim for in a fight if someone were trying to hurt or kill him. He knew what places would be best to go for when going for either the kill or even a non-lethal blow. He never thought that he'd have to apply the knowledge to real life, but it may very well save his life if he acted soon.

Peter bit his lip and threw the dagger, hoping that the calculations he'd quickly made in his head would account for the difference in the blade size of this dagger and the knives that he's learned with on the Brice family's land.

Peter ducked and rolled out of the way as Kraven released an angry roar and rolled. Kraven made injured wildcat sounds as Peter's heart raced. Peter couldn't help but be relieved. The knife had hit the exact spot that he'd aimed for. It had hit the patella of Kraven's dominant knee and downed the man. Peter had thrown the dagger with enough force to break the bone. Peter couldn't help but cringe at the amount of blood flowing from the wound though.

He quickly took in his surroundings and grabbed another dagger from the ground that Kraven had lost his grip on when he'd rolled after being impaled in the knee. Peter didn't hesitate to run. He just hoped that he was running in a direction that would get him as far away from Kraven as he could.

~~~~~~

Montana and Quentin both were well equipped as they arrived at Kraven's place. Tinkerer had given them infrared goggles, so that it'd be easier to track the whereabouts of Peter and Kraven since Kraven's property was rather large. They'd arrived by helicopter. Tinkerer had flown, and he'd continue to scan the area from above and report anything of use to Montana and Quentin through their comms.

Ock would make use of his time by raiding the mansion and seeing if he could find anything of use. He was also in charge of calling the authorities in to come get Kraven once they were able to incapacitate him and find Peter. Montana and Quentin made sure that they were connected on comms and went separate ways in order to cover more ground.

~~~~~~

Peter was breathing hard as he ran away. He didn't even really know what direction he was going, other than away from the main threat.

He let out an 'oof' when he hit someone though. He felt arms come around him and immediately started to struggle until he finally heard his Uncle Montana's voice. Peter only relaxed slightly as Montana released him.

Peter turned towards him with a smile and did his best to regulate his breathing. Eventually he was able to speak again.

"H-Hi." Peter simply said as Montana shook his head and pulled the goggles off.

Montana calmly took Peter in his arms again and hugged him. The kid had really needed it. Peter just let his head slump against his Uncle's shoulder for a minute.

Montana spoke "How injured are you?"

Peter sighed and said "Not bad. Just a few cuts, and lots of bruises. I got a good hit in on his knee with a dagger, but I wasn't sure about his stamina even with an injury, so I just started running."

Montana hummed and said "We're not far from the tree line. I've already sent a discreet message that I've found you, but we've still got to track Kraven down. The authorities should be here any minute if Ock did his part right, so we'll be skedaddling pretty quickly."

Peter nodded as Montana started to lead them out of the woods.

It wasn't a long trek, but soon after leaving the woods, they heard growling sounds. Peter knew that Kraven was close. His spider sense spiked and he pushed Montana away just as Kraven launched himself out of the woods and pounced on Peter. Kraven's claws dug into Peter's shoulders. Peter couldn't help but let out a cry of pain. He blocked out whatever nonsense Kraven was trying to spout and acted upon instinct.

He curled his legs up towards his torso as best as he could and he kicked. Kraven flew backwards and hit a tree. Before he could even think of getting back up, Ock was on the scene and restrained him as he cursed and continued going on about how they were ruining his destiny.

Peter had stood shakily and Montana was quickly by his side again. Peter leaned on him heavily as the wounds on his shoulders continued to bleed.

They were all startled as they soon heard multiple alarms blare. Montana listened to Tinkerer through comms about what was going on and repeated "It's the proximity alert. Police personnel along with a Ravencroft transport vehicle are arriving. They've been looking for him for a while now.

Soon, Quentin had joined them back at the scene, and all of them watched as the police finally arrived. They had aimed their guns at the villains, but hesitated when they saw Peter and the state that he was in. Then they realized that the one called Kraven was restrained by Ock. They were still wary, but they knew who the real threat was.

Ravencroft personnel took charge of the scene and had Ock assist them as they restrained Kraven for transport. They made use of the cuffs that Tink had created. They also took care of bandaging Kraven's injured knee.

Kraven hissed and growled as he yelled "No! NO! I will not let you restrain me any longer! It is my destiny to destroy him!"

He could be heard growling and snarling up until the back doors of the Ravencroft transport vehicle were closed.

The cops were just standing around, and were surprised when Ock spoke to them. He approached the one in charge of the scene.

"Hello, officer. This drive contains all of the incriminating files you need along with other sensitive information on Kravinoff. I trust that no move will be made against me or my associates at this time, as this was a rescue?" Ock spoke calmly.

The officer replied "No. We're not even equipped for that. We were just called out here on emergency. No hostilities."

Ock just nodded and the officer called his superiors. They woudl need a detective on the scene and would have to close off the property to conduct a full investigation of events. Ock was not worried though, he had already hidden the information that Kraven had been after Peter because of the Spider-Man persona. It was quite easy to fabricate evidence that Kraven had gone after Peter because of his closeness to many of the members which used to belong to the Sinister Six.

The chaos had quieted some, but it was still a rather eventful time.

Peter was still trying to regulate his breathing. He had defeated Kraven on his own. He had defeated the crazy guy on his own as Peter Parker. It had been rather different using his spider abilities while outside of the costume, but it had saved his life.

He leaned heavily against Montana as a wave of exhaustion hit him. The adrenaline rush must have worn off. Not to mention, for the first time in a while, his spider sense was silent.

The last thing he heard before passing out was Montana's startled shout as he started to fall.

~~~~~~

Peter couldn't help but groan as he reawakened. He was achy all over, but honestly felt better than he had in weeks. He soon opened his eyes to see that Montana and Quentin had already noticed that he was waking up.

Peter yawned and groggily questioned "What happened?"

Montana answered "You fought Kraven and had a major adrenaline crash, kid. Not to mention once we got you back to Ock's lab he scanned you and found that you had a microchip in your neck that was periodically injecting you with drugs. Ock and Mason were able to remove it though."

Peter smiled and said "Thanks for coming for me guys, but I'm still really tired. My spider sense is actually silent at the moment, and I'm really tired, so I think that I'm going to pass out again."

Montana and Quentin both laughed.

Quentin said "We'll still be here when you wake back up, Pete. Get some rest."

Peter nodded and yawned again. He was soon asleep.

~~~~~~

Harry hated that he'd had to rush off for an emergency meeting with his lawyer. He'd wanted to be there when Peter was brought back, but unfortunately he couldn't be. Not to mention, he'd be busy for the next few days and wouldn't be able to visit him, but he was at least getting updates via text from Montana and Quentin. He was just glad that Peter was relatively alright and finally able to get some rest.

~~~~~~

Peter was soon well rested and ready to roll again. Once he'd woken up the second time, after about ten hours of sleep, he felt monumentally better. The only thing he hated was that Aunt May had been terribly worried. She hadn't even known anything about the situation until he'd been brought back, and she was terribly angry about it, but glad that Peter was safe again.

Not to mention, the news hadn't caught wind of anything. That was sort of a blessing.

It was finally the night before he had to return to school since he was finally mostly healed, and Montana was hosting a movie night at his place. Everyone would be in attendance.

Montana smiled at Peter as they worked on popping popcorn in the kitchen. He was glad that Peter was feeling much better now.

Montana remembered a previous thought and said "Well kid, I have a job for you if you want it. I need your help designing some armor that I can keep on me at all times so that I'm always ready to help if help is needed. When you got taken by Kraven I didn't have any of my armor on me, and I couldn't beat him in a fight. I at least want some gauntlets that I can masquerade as watches."

Peter smiled and replied "That's a great idea. I'll write some plans up and take them to Mr. Mason. I'm sure that he'll help."

~~~~~~

Soon, most of the group was in attendance. Peter answered the next knock to the door, and Harry was there.

Harry hugged Peter, happy that he was relatively fine now. His wounds from the fight with Kraven had healed well, and there was minimal scarring.

Peter was going to be coming back to school the next day. Harry had been updating Gwen and MJ via text, but only saying that Peter had gotten sick. Even though Gwen knew the secret, Peter didn't want her to worry too much, especially since she tended to hover. Plus, this way he'd hopefully avoid receiving the look.

Harry briefly looked at his phone and sighed after reading a recent notification. Peter could tell that something was wrong.

He questioned "What's up, Harry?"

Harry rubbed the back of his neck as he said "Mr. Murdock has arranged a meeting with me and my social worker among some others for tomorrow, and I'm nervous. I really just want to stay by myself or at least decide who I can stay with. I really hate all of this legal stuff."

Peter smiled lightly and did his best to reassure Harry. He really hoped that things would turn out well.

He and Harry soon took their respective seats on the couch.

~~~~~~

Peter hoped that Quentin was alright, as he had left midday without texting he or Harry.

Harry had been worried as well, but had seemed to calm as he received a text reassuring him that Quentin was fine.

The remainder of the day was filled with anticipation for Harry, as he had a meeting after school. Nothing Peter, Gwen, or MJ said could ease Harry's worries.

As the day ended, they wished him luck, and Harry parted ways with them as he got into his social worker's car. Murdock would be meeting them there.

~~~~~~

Harry was utterly confused as he entered the meeting with the lawyer May had recommended and his social worker. Matthew Murdock was a strange man, but he was quite great at his job, so Harry wasn't too worried. The only thing worrying about the meeting was the fact that he had no idea if CPS was going to move him in with people he had no desire to live with or get to know.

When they entered the meeting, his eyes widened. Quentin was sitting with the CPS people and his social worker. Harry then furrowed his brow. He was so confused. He thought that meetings like this were supposed to be confidential. Was Quentin pretending to be a CPS person to ensure his safety?

One of the women from CPS spoke "Hello, Mr. Murdock. Thank you for your presence. It will really help with finalizing the documents if all goes as planned."

Matt smiled and nodded as everyone took their seats. The meeting officially began.

Harry's social worker introduced herself "My name is Madelyn Smith, and today's meeting was called to discuss the placing of Harrison Osborn into a safe foster home."

Harry shrank into his seat as she continued speaking.

"I must say though, that an application for adoption has already been submitted by an interested party, Mr. Quentin Back."

Harry's eyes widened as he sat forward and glanced at Quentin who was smiling at him sheepishly.

Miss Smith continued "It is quite odd how these proceeding have occurred, but somehow things were fast tracked, and Mr. Beck has been approved if the minor, Harrison Osborn, wishes to accept the offer of adoption."

Harry furrowed his brow as he stuttered "Yeah, yeah, yes, I accept. I trust Quentin."

Matt spoke "I have the needed paperwork with me to proceed as I was contacted before this meeting proceeded."

Harry was still surprised and stunned as the paperwork was doled out and signed. The meeting was not taking long.

Matt spoke again "Thank you for agreeing to host this meeting, and this paperwork will be submitted to the state. An official hearing will be held at a later moment, but now that the paperwork has been signed, Harrison Osborn is now in the custody of Mr. Quentin Beck and at the time of the hearing may so choose to change his last name."

The meeting was soon over.

Matt walked out alongside Harry and Quentin soon joined them.

Matt questioned "Well, Mr. Osborn, are you planning on changing your last name?"

Harry glanced nervously at Quentin and rubbed his neck as he said "If Quentin'd be fine with that, I'd love to change my last name. I don't want to be an Osborn and have that name define me for the rest of my life."

Quentin patted Harry on the shoulder and said "I wouldn't mind it a bit, kid. I hope that you don't mind that I pulled a few strings to take you in?"

Harry smiled and said "I don't mind it at all. You're like an uncle to me."

Quentin laughed and said "Great! It's settled then! Harrison Osborn is no more, but Harrison Beck he shall always be, if he so chooses!"

Harry smiled widely and said "And a great Beck I hope to be!"

~~~~~~

Detective George Stacy observed the scene once all other agents were out. He had already viewed some of the digital files, but had easily noticed that someone had encrypted them and edited them. He had decided to go back to the Kravinoff mansion and observe the source files. Those would be much easier to decrypt than the copies.

He sent all other agents away as he worked.

It took him quite a while to decrypt everything, but he didn't become one of the best detectives for nothing. He had skills that many of his fellow detectives could not boast about. If only they knew of his past before he'd become a detective. He had quite liked being a secret agent, but that was all in the past.

He watched through all of the footage concerning the incident and read through all of the documents that had been hidden. He knew that the paper trail had likely already been destroyed, but he'd been lucky that the digital files remained deeply hidden until he'd unearthed them.

Once he observed the actual evidence, he sighed. He wasn't too surprised that Kraven had targeted Peter because of his spider qualities. He'd known that Peter was Spider-Man for quite a while now. That boy would never know how many times he'd covered his butt and protected his identity from being revealed.

He sighed once again and made the decision to completely erase all of the files pertaining to Spider-Man and Peter. He'd protected Peter's identity almost since the kid had first become Spider-Man, and he sure wasn't going to jeopardize that now. He'd protect that kid and his identity whenever able and needed.

Once all of the data was fully erased, George shut everything down and exited. The others present shot him questioning looks, but he wasn't going to answer to them. He'd just keep his impassive face on and let them think that he had found no additional information.

All in all though, George was extremely glad that Peter had made it out of that situation alive, and that the Spider's identity would remain a secret.

A/N: Thank you for reading.

I am not a social worker or have anything to do with law processes, I just wanted a certain event to happen, so I took creative liberty and threw how real law and CPS works out of the window.

Hehehe.....Can you tell that I like it when Peter Parker's the one attacked as opposed to when he's using his Spider-Man persona? Can you also tell that I'm obsessed with kidnapped Peter Parker stories?

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You All Over Me

Kraven The Hunter x fem!reader

Summary: You meet a dangerous stranger in the woods...

Genre: SMUT (nsfm)

Warnings: kinda dark but still tame, cheating (reader), unprotected sex (pls use contraceptives in real life!), oral sex (m receiving), praise kink, degradation kink, rough sex, riding, he spits in reader's mouth 👀, kissing (duh), fingering, light misogyny, ik he has a name but i use Kraven in this, bad russian google translate maybe (I AM SO SORRY I DID MY BEST—if you speak Russian and have any suggestions… please 🙏 )

LISTEN…I'M SORRY LIKE I COULD NOT RESIST WRITING FOR HIM…HAVE YOU SEEN HIM? Probably NOT comic accurate…

You don't know what you hate more at the moment—your boyfriend or the continuous sweat forming on your hairline from the dampness and heat. It's becoming dark outside, which should cool the air and help with the heat but not as much with how pissed you are at Chris.

With a small squeal, you stumble on the roots of a tree, gasping as your ankle twists awkwardly in your hiking shoes and the buzz of an insect flies around your ear. You swat your hand near your cheekbone. You're holding the branches you'd found in one arm now as the stickiness of the air makes your skin feel heavy.

Screw you bugs!

Screw you woods!

And most of all screw you Chris!

You're too immersed in your hatred that you don't realize you've fallen into an animal trap until it's too late. You scream, the branches falling from your arm as your body folds and the net wraps around you, pulling you up into the air. The rope burns your exposed skin as you squirm. This had to be a nightmare, some sick cruel joke Chris is playing on you. You half hope he'll jump out from behind the bushes and laugh in your face.

You wait in silence for a moment but your boyfriend doesn't show up.

"Help!" You scream out helplessly, "Is anyone there? Please, I-I'm trapped," you call.

"Hmm, yes, that is the point of one of those," a deep voice drawls from behind you and you wince. You try to strain your neck to look at the newcomer but you can't move enough to see who it is. It certainly isn't Chris. Chris doesn't sound like that.

"Please, can you help me?" you plead shamelessly now.

Your heart is beating so hard. You hear the creak of leaves and dirt as whoever stands behind you walks closer to you. You feel them turn the entire net around and soon you're face to face with dark piercing golden eyes. A color you can only describe as supernatural.

"Now why would I help you? You stumbled into my trap—that makes you my prize."

The man is tall and strong. His shoulders are broad and his hair curls messily across his forehead. He's wearing an open vest made of brown leather and adorned with fur, thick leather bracers, and a necklace where three animal teeth hang.

You concentrate on the sharpness of the teeth for a while, ignoring how very much shirtless the man is against them, but eventually you lose focus as with a swift motion, he uses a knife he'd taken from his belt to cut the net and you crash to the ground.

Immediately, the dirt sticks to your sweaty skin as you scramble up onto your feet. You brush hair from your face and stumble back, almost falling again until the man's large, calloused hand finds your forearm and he holds you still. "Calm down," he says hoarsely, his eyes narrowing and his grip tightening.

"You don't wanna run from me, gorgeous. Clearly, you don't know your left and right around here but I do. So, stay still for me so I can think about what I'm gonna do with you."

He has a thick accent and you find yourself nodding. He drops your arm and you don't move. You look up at him as he looks around, rubbing his hand over his jaw like he's debating his next moves. You can see his knife, which he has secured into his belt again, glistens with blood and your stomach churns.

"Please don't hurt me," you whisper.

The man stares at you blankly, his eyebrows crease as he looks you up and down. After a moment, the corners of his lips curl upwards and he moves closer. You squeeze your eyes shut, scared, and you gasp inaudibly as a tear escapes you.

The man's thumb wipes it away, his hand cupping your cheek and he speaks a language you don't understand—russian you assume—"Я бы никогда не подумал причинить тебе боль, (I would never dream of hurting you)," His tone seems sweeter than how he'd spoken before but all hopes of him translating what he'd said disappear when he asks:

"Why are you out here all alone?"

You recover from his touch as it leaves you and you try and explain, "I'm not alone. My boyfriend," you turn to look behind you but all you see is the trees and hear the rustling of animals in the shadows, "is around here somewhere," you finish.

"He left you? Alone? Now? It's almost dark," the man accuses as if it had been your choice.

"I- I was supposed to bring branches for the fire," you say quickly, gesturing to the branches that had fallen from your arms. The man looks where you're pointing and chuckles darkly.

"Oh, милый (darling), those aren't branches. Those aren't even twigs."

You glare at him, not finding it funny at all, "Well, I couldn't carry the heavier ones," you defend and the man interrupts with another chuckle.

"Ah," he smirks, "so why was it you who went out? Can your man not care for you properly?"

You scrunch your nose, "What's that supposed to mean?"

The man's smirk turns into a smile, his teeth showing, and you can't help but feel butterflies in your stomach as he smiles. He's handsome—almost too handsome for someone who looks like they live in the woods.

"I mean," he drawls, leaning in even closer, "what kind of man allows his woman to do all his labor, leaving her on her lonesome and vulnerable to bad men like me?" Your breath hitches and your eyes widen when he finishes, "Your man is a pathetic little boy who doesn't deserve a woman like you."

Your mind races. You want to defend Chris, tell this man that Chirs is an amazing, loving, boyfriend—but another part of you can't deny Chris had basically coerced you onto this hike, on your birthday nonetheless, and then promptly abandoned you to fend for yourself.

However, those details weren't what your mind latched onto. No. As you stare at the handsome stranger, his words ring in your ears; "bad men like me"

The man can tell and he chuckles, "Don't look so scared. I like you. You're the most entertainment I've had in a while. Come," he beckons you over, turning around and gathering his net over his shoulder. When you don't follow instantly he calls out, "I can offer you shelter and food, and a fire," he adds with a glance over his shoulder, "Unless you'd rather find your way back to your boyfriend. Your choice, милый (darling)."

So, you end up in the man's home. The man—who had finally introduced himself as Kraven— lives in a small cabin that's obviously been worn out by time and weather. All the furniture looks barely used—as if there hasn't been life inside this cabin for a long time.

Kraven's hospitality is coarse and oddly demanding as he pours you some honey tea he made himself and hands you some bread. You don't complain, you're starving. As Kraven makes a fire, he mumbles things in Russian and occasionally he'll look over at you, sending a shiver up your spine. Your hair is wet from the shower you just had and the strands stick to your cheeks.

Your mind wanders to Chris. Is he okay? It is a warmer night—so he really shouldn't freeze to death. You feel guilty for having accepted Kraven's offer but your thoughts are interrupted by the fire starting and Kraven stands. He runs a hand in his curls and drops his vest on the couch near you. You look up, suddenly extra aware of how shirtless and toned he is.

"Продолжай смотреть на меня так, и у меня не будет другого выбора, кроме как трахнуть тебя прямо здесь и сейчас, милый, (Keep looking at me like that and I'll have no choice but to fuck you right here and now, darling)," Kraven says in a growl and the only word you recognize is the last one since he's used it a few times.

"What does милый mean?" you ask, attempting to pronounce the word but fumbling it. Kraven smirks and tilts his head as he walks closer until he's sitting next to you.

"It's a term of endearment," he chuckles, "like darling—or honey."

You feel your cheeks burn. It's almost worse to hear him explain the term rather than just using it. You look down at your hands, feeling Kraven's warmth next to you. He smells like pine-wood and ashes and the scent is invading. You feel safer near him then you'd ever felt in Chris's arms. Guilt settles in your stomach again.

"Ты так сладко пахнешь. (you smell so sweet)," Kraven says again and his hand comes up to move some stray hairs behind your ear. The air shifts and sexual tension settles around you and the feeling dances across your skin with fervor.

You don't dare turn your head to look at him, afraid of how he's staring. "What does that all mean? The Russian?" you mutter.

"It means I want to kiss you, doll," Kraven chuckles and his hand cups your chin and he turns your head so you're staring at him. Your eyes are round and he chuckles, "what do you say милый (darling)? Will you indulge me? I wanna see if you taste as good as I think you do."

Your heart jumps in your throat and suddenly you feel very small compared to him. Your eyes flicker to his lips and then up to look into his eyes. They sparkle darkly and you wonder if anyone has ever been able to say no to those eyes. You surely won't be the first. You nod.

Kraven leans in and captures your lips with passion so fierce you're afraid your lips will bruise. Still, they slide across his easily and it's as if you've been molded for one another. Kraven's hands tighten in your hair, bunching up the strands so he can control your head movements. Control. His entire demeanor screams control.

"Good girl," he mutters with a smirk against your lips and his hands move to grip your hips. You're wearing some shorts and a shirt you found in the bedroom when you changed from your shower.

You gasp as he helps you up and you straddle him now. With a humph, he lifts up his hips and slides his knife holster to the side so it isn't digging into your thigh or his. He grins wolfishly, continuing to kiss you. His lips trail up your neck and near your ear.

It never felt like this with Chris. Sure, it had been fine—it had been good even in the beginning—but this? No, nothing could compare to this.

Kraven's hands are large and strong against your skin as he kneads your waist and ass. "Ты такая хорошая девушка для меня (You're such a good girl for me)," he whispers, his voice hoarse, and as attractive as it is, you whine and furrow your brows.

"Please, don't talk in Russian anymore. I can't understand you," you pout, pulling him closer as you unconsciously grind your hips into his for more friction. "I wanna understand you,"

Kraven grips your hips harder and rolls them onto him, earning him a soft moan that falls from your lips. "Alright, darling, alright," he smiles and kisses you again. "Tell me, do'you want more from me? Seems like you do," he grinds your hips again, punctuating his words as he teases you mercilessly.

You are at loss for words. This is wrong. You're cheating on your boyfriend, you try to remind yourself, with a man you met in the woods. But if this is so wrong, why does it feel so good? You moan. You desperately want to slide your shorts and panties down to allow even more friction on your clit. Your cheeks burn with embarrassment and you must look so needy.

Kraven hooks his fingers in your waistband, running his thumb over your hip, reading your mind, "Is this what you want, darling? You wanna rub yourself on me like a little slut?"

The insult shouldn't be as hot as it is, but when it's followed by a searing kiss, the word is honey on his tongue. You moan and drop your head in the crook of his neck, grasping onto his shoulders as you lift your hips so he can easily slide your panties and shorts down. "Please," you whisper, nails digging into the muscle of his shoulders.

Kraven smirks and, as he holds your nape with one hand, he uses the other and finds your pussy. He explores your folds, wanting to make sure you're wet and ready for him. He rubs your clit, earning him smaller, more high pitched sounds from your parted lips as your wetness seeps over his hand.

Kraven teases you for a little while longer, murmuring praises in your ear until he suddenly spreads his legs and you fall to your knees in front of the couch. You gasp, looking up at him from the ground.

He looks majestic, sitting there, as if the couch was his throne and he was a King.

Kraven's smirk widens as he fists one hand in your hair, using his other hand to lick his fingers clean of your arousal and then swiftly unbuckle his belt. He stares at you as he does this and tilts his head. "D'you do this for your boyfriend, gorgeous?" Kraven seems amused by the word boyfriend, as if it's some game to him.

You nod, sinking onto your heels as you watch Kraven pull out his cock. He's big and hard and your eyes widen. "D'you like doing this?" he asks, his voice low. You catch his eye and shake your head honestly. You didn't like giving Chris head—but Chris's dick didn't look like this. Your eyes snap up to Kraven's cock.

"You'll like it with me," he adds, smirking, and guides your head to his cock. You let him, having no complaints as you take him in your mouth. You're nervous at first, unsure of what to do, but soon you gain more confidence as you try and take him even deeper.

You gag a little and Kraven just tightens his hand in your hair.

"You can take it. I know you can, doll. There," he coos, clearly enjoying your work as you adjust your mouth around him. "There, yeah. That's my good girl." Kraven grunts out the word "my" and warmth pools in your stomach. You moan around his cock, sucking faster as if to respond yes, I am yours.

With a pop, he pulls your head away and tilts your chin. He helps you up to straddle him again, keeping you eye level as he positions his cock at your entrance. He squeezes your cheeks, opening your lips, and then spits into your mouth before claiming your lips again. Your eyes flutter shut as you feel him against you and he sinks you down onto him.

"Can you feel me, милый (darling)?" he grunts, moving you on his cock slowly, torturing you. He chuckles darkly when you whine.

"Mmh," is the only sound you make as he fills you up. It feels so good.

"You feel full, hm?" Kraven taunts, moving your hips a little faster as his hands grip your hips hard enough to bruise. He pulls one away a moment and rips your shirt, attaching his lips to your hardened nipples as you squeal.

"Yes, oh, I feel so full," you whimper, bouncing up on him, helping him so you can go even faster and deeper. "Shit, you're so big."

"Шлюха (slut)," he groans, the word slipping past his lips in ecstasy as he kisses and sucks across your chest. You whine, wanting him to tell you what the word means so you can understand him but Kraven smirks. He kisses your collarbone and then, using his strength, he easily flips you over so you're laying on the couch and he's on top of you now.

Kraven sinks his cock back into you as he snaps his hips hard. You gasp, wrapping your arms around him and your nails slide up and down his back, and he groans with pleasure at the sting.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck please," you plead, eyes rolling as your body shivers.

"You're so tight around me. As if you were made just for me," he says as he continues to fuck into you. "Does your boyfriend fuck you this good?" Kraven asks, his accent thicker as he loses himself in the pleasure. His hand comes to wrap around your jaw as he holds you in place under him.

You shake your head.

"Слова (Words)," he growls but then curses and says, "Words, darling. Tell me."

"N-no. He doesn't fuck me this good," you whisper as Kraven's cock slides into you. You're so wet and he's so hard and this is so so wrong.

"Yeah? You gonna run back to him now, bunny?" he snarls and nips as your earlobe. He thrusts harder and smirks at the pet name. "Hmm. run little bunny, back to your poor excuse of a boyfriend? No," Kraven grunts, as if he's made a decision, "I'm keeping you, doll. I can take care of you better than he can."

You moan at this and nod, "Please," you whisper, feeling your thighs clench around him as you can feel your orgasm approaching.

Kraven feels it too. "You're squeezing around me, Шлюха (slut), do you wanna come?" Kraven teases and his thrusts slow. You whine and look at him, your eyes becoming teary from need. You nod.

He laughs and kisses your lips with a grin, "Alright, you can come. Go on, let yourself come all over my cock," he smirks against your skin as his sharp teeth nip at your neck.

You whine, letting your body finally relax as you come. You gasp, your eyes rolling from pleasure as your legs feel like jello. Kraven finishes inside you with a grunt and you whimper at the feeling.

He smiles as you sink into the cushions and your eyes flutter. His large hand comes to hold behind your head as he pulls you up and leans you against his chest.

While Kraven's touch is comforting, it's also possessive and claiming. His thumb strokes over your hair and his lips kiss your head. He's holding you so close you're almost afraid he'll never let you go. You sigh when he slides out and picks you up in his arms as he stands.

"Good girl," he mutters as he walks you to the bathroom and adds, "You did so well for me." You let yourself relax in his arms as he promises he'll be here from now on. You're his now.

You're so blissed out from your orgasm that your mind doesn't understand what that truly means. Instead, you shut your eyes and let him take care of you and, with a small smile, you think,

Happy. Fucking. Birthday. To. Me.

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