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Dracula's not an Avenger? That lying fuck!
- Joined
- Aug 4, 2013
"With great power, comes great responsibility." Those where the last words Uncle Ben uttered to Peter almost twenty years ago. Words that had taken hold in his young mind and shaped him. That night he took responsibility into his hands and found the man who had killed Ben. In a snap moment he made a decision that went on to shape the rest of his life. When he starting feeling contemplative as he sometimes did, Peter often wondered the direction his life would have taken if he had spared the mugger's life. If, by showing mercy he may have walked a different path than the we he was on.
But that night, in this world, Peter Parker had made a choice.
He decided that ending one life could save countless others, and with the powers he had been given. It was his responsibility to do so.
To think, he had been just a kid when he'd made that choice and he had seen the world with such clearity. That the weight of a single death vs. countless lives saved was worth it. And in the years since he had made that same call, time and time again resolute in the believe that ending a single life to save dozen, hundreds or even thousands more was the right thing. And when S.H.I.E.L.D. came knocking offering him a job, offering him a chance to operate in a global scale he couldn't say no. And so they took him in, they trained him not only to kill more efficiently but also the trade craft of the spy.
And here he was, in his early 30's, known to be one of the most effective covert operatives alive, the training he was given augmented by the gifts that the spider bite had bestowed upon him, able to move without detection through classified areas that others couldn't dream of wile blending into crowds with an unparalleled ease.
He couldn't help but chuckle to himself as he sipped at the watered down champign the Latverian Embassy was trying to pass off as high quality to the people of Paris and other diplomats in attendance of the reception the small Eastern European was holding. There was a certain perk to the job, getting to attend these glamorous functions, they where the kind of thing a kid from Queens had only ever dreamed about but here he stood in a perfectly tailored tux amid the most rich and powerful in the world. Peter J. Parker stood a shade over six feet tall, his lean yet muscular frame, the mixed result of training and the spider bite, well suited to the black jacket that hugged his broad shoulders and long arms. His dark hair neatly combed for the evenings festivities.
Wile he was Tony Stark, Peter was known to be charming, the multitude of women around the world he had managed to bed would atest to that.
But tonight was no simple pleasure trip. Director Hell had dispatched him here on orders, to survey the party and attempt to confirm if Latveria had turned to arms dealing. A number of new threats packing never before seen super tech had been cropping up across the globe and wile The Avengers had been keeping things in hand the volume of incidents was cause of alarm. But for now, Peter drifted into the crowd, sipping at his drink wile he tried to enjoy himself for awhile.
But that night, in this world, Peter Parker had made a choice.
He decided that ending one life could save countless others, and with the powers he had been given. It was his responsibility to do so.
To think, he had been just a kid when he'd made that choice and he had seen the world with such clearity. That the weight of a single death vs. countless lives saved was worth it. And in the years since he had made that same call, time and time again resolute in the believe that ending a single life to save dozen, hundreds or even thousands more was the right thing. And when S.H.I.E.L.D. came knocking offering him a job, offering him a chance to operate in a global scale he couldn't say no. And so they took him in, they trained him not only to kill more efficiently but also the trade craft of the spy.
And here he was, in his early 30's, known to be one of the most effective covert operatives alive, the training he was given augmented by the gifts that the spider bite had bestowed upon him, able to move without detection through classified areas that others couldn't dream of wile blending into crowds with an unparalleled ease.
He couldn't help but chuckle to himself as he sipped at the watered down champign the Latverian Embassy was trying to pass off as high quality to the people of Paris and other diplomats in attendance of the reception the small Eastern European was holding. There was a certain perk to the job, getting to attend these glamorous functions, they where the kind of thing a kid from Queens had only ever dreamed about but here he stood in a perfectly tailored tux amid the most rich and powerful in the world. Peter J. Parker stood a shade over six feet tall, his lean yet muscular frame, the mixed result of training and the spider bite, well suited to the black jacket that hugged his broad shoulders and long arms. His dark hair neatly combed for the evenings festivities.
Wile he was Tony Stark, Peter was known to be charming, the multitude of women around the world he had managed to bed would atest to that.
But tonight was no simple pleasure trip. Director Hell had dispatched him here on orders, to survey the party and attempt to confirm if Latveria had turned to arms dealing. A number of new threats packing never before seen super tech had been cropping up across the globe and wile The Avengers had been keeping things in hand the volume of incidents was cause of alarm. But for now, Peter drifted into the crowd, sipping at his drink wile he tried to enjoy himself for awhile.
