I nodded, "but what about mutants like Beast or Logan? Their physical mutations?"
"Something any lab can now replicate," Strange shrugged, "it would honestly not be that hard to do."
"Alright...who's a better psychic? You or Jean Grey."
"As you said Apprentice Parker, we do things the hard way, they have cheat codes," Strange smiled, "now, begin."
I took me a fucking week to move a pencil box. A fuckign week. I had my mind cleared, I had magic pouring through my veins, but it took my brain a week to realise it could do more than just think.
It was honestly the strangest experience of my life….fuck, I made a pun didn't I? Fuck me. Either way, I spent that week training, so now finally I had another skill down pat.
The next day:
"Don't fuck with the Yakuza bug boy!" the japanese gangster cried out as he open fired on me. Lighting up the entire docks with the sound of his machine gun.
"Spiders are arachnids! Not bugs you idiot!" I replied back, leaping behind a crate. I looked behind me, the crate of smuggled asian slaves were huddled together inside the frater cargo hold they were smuggled in.
I needed to move the guns away, one random bullet enters that crate and ten people die. I looked up before ducking back down, avoiding the barrel of four machine guns. The bullets keep coming, soon the single gangster is joined by three others, all focusing fire on me.
I looked around, immediately spotting a crane hanging over us. I got an idea, "Sexy, think you can hack into that crane's systems?"
"Can do Spider. What do you want me to do?" the AI asked.
"Lower the claw before the crate," I motioned to the open frater doors.
"I'm on it," Sexy replied.
I waited, the crate I was hiding behind was slowly being ripped away into nothing by the bullets. I suddenly felt one right across my shoulder tearing through my costume. I winced and held my arm, it was already healing but my spandex costume was torn.
'Peter is so going to be pissed,' I grumbled before I heard the whirring of machinery. I looked up to see the crane room around the harbour, it's actions drawing the yakuza's attention, making them pause.
The crane went over their heads before stopping before the frater with the smuggled people inside and dropping down like a lead ball.
Boom!
It crashed into the ground with such force the crater jumped a few inches off the ground, startling the people inside, throwing them off their balance. But now the claw served as a barrier against the bullets, meaning I could finally move.
"Thanks Sexy, you're a lifesaver," I grinned as I leaped over my now destroyed cover and charged at the yakuza, "yo! Fuckers!" I yelled in japanese, "kiss my ass!"
"Kill him!" the leader cried out, the four opening fire at me. I ducked under their line of fire, the bullets sailing over me and hitting the crane claw covering the frater, I'm so glad that worked.
I leaped into the air and launched two web lines at the nozzle of the guns on my left and right, covering it with webbing before I pulled with enough strength for the guns to come flying out of their hands.
I then leaped forward and kicked the leader in the gut with enough force to send him flying back into the crate behind him before spin around and clocking the remaining armed yakuza in the face, knocking him out instantly.
"Shit shit shit!" the man to my left cursed and ran away, his face covered in fear and panic.
"You coward!" the man on my right drew out a handgun and leveled it at my face, "die you bastard!"
Bang!
Skit!
Two claws popped out of my right hand, deflecting the bullet before it could hit my face. The man looked scared, he tried firing again, but I was faster.
I charged, swiped at his gun, cutting it into three pieces, three very tiny pieces. I then grabbed him by the collar with my left hand and threw him into the air, launching a web grenade to stick him against a stack of crates.
I then turned and saw the last yakuza enter a maze of crates. I leaped into the air and followed him from atop the stack of crates, his heart beat so loud I doubted I needed my advanced hearing to hear it from here.
I followed him, he had almost made it out of the harbour when I shot a web line out and grabbed him but the coat, pulling him up to me.
He came flying at me, I grabbed him by the neck and held him over the edge of two stacked crates, each around fifteen feet in height, his legs dangling limply.
"Who do you work for?" I asked in perfect japanese. Those lessons with Natasha really came in handy.
"I-I am a Yakuza! If you kill me they will hunt you!" he spattered.
"You aren't yakuza," I ripped his tie off and then tore open his shirt revealing a bare chest, "you don't have the tattoos. Plus, Yakuza don't trade in human trafficking. The Chinese do. Now," I squeezed, hard, "who, do, you, work for?"
"Fisk!" he gasped, "Richard Fisk!" He dropped the japanese, out of fear? Or was it never his native language in the first place?
"He's coming back?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Yes! Yes! He said he'll be coming back soon!"
I chuckled, "really? Damn, he's stupider than I thought. Where is he?"
"I don't know!"
I heard his heart skip a beat. "I know you're lying. Tell me the truth, or I'll drop you."
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