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Spider-Man Mayham (AU) Chapter 204: Kraven The Hunter
🕑 Added 2024-11-01 15:58:42 +0000 UTC[Third Person's PoV]
At a secluded airstrip under the bright sky, a sleek, high-tech jet glided down onto the tarmac with practiced grace. Its engines hummed softly as it came to a stop, and the hatch opened with a smooth, hydraulic hiss. A figure stepped out, moving with a predatory grace that suggested he was ready for anything. The man, Kraven, wore a leopard-print vest with a thick fur collar draped around his shoulders, his look completed by a menacing spear strapped to his back. His dark hair was slicked back, accentuating his sharp, confident features. Behind him, two guards emerged, each holding powerful rifles slung over their shoulders, dressed head-to-toe in camouflage gear and scanning their surroundings with sharp eyes.
Kraven descended the steps and set foot on the ground, pausing to take a deep, exaggerated breath as if savoring the air. He closed his eyes and let the scents and sounds of the area wash over him like a hunter attuning to his environment. His lips curled into a wide, almost feral grin, exposing a set of sharp canines. A dark chuckle escaped his throat. “Ah... I wasn’t expecting company,” he sneered. “Nor did I announce my arrival to invite such… annoyances.”
His guards shifted uneasily, glancing at each other in confusion. Their confusion turned to alarm as three figures began to appear from in front of them undoing their invisibility, leaning casually on motorcycles, their silhouettes now fully illuminated by the sun. Each figure was unmistakably clad in a superhero costume, bold logos emblazoned on their chests. Spider-Man stood at the center, his suit’s colors glinting under the harsh lights, flanked by White Fang with his silver-white details and Nightwing in his sleek black and blue.
Kraven’s grin only widened at the sight. He laughed—a low, satisfied sound. “Ah, my prey delivers itself to me… I’ve never had a hunt quite so accommodating.”
Spider-Man scoffed, rolling his eyes. “We both know that’s not why we’re here, Kraven.”
“Of course,” Kraven replied smoothly, his eyes circling Spider-Man and his allies as he spoke. “When the territorial predator senses a rival, he issues a warning to protect his domain. I take it that’s why you’re here, Spider-Man. To ‘warn me,’ yes?” His voice dripped with mockery.
Nightwing, still leaning against his motorcycle with his arms crossed, smirked. “Does he only talk in hunting metaphors?”
Kraven’s head snapped toward him, eyes glittering with amusement. “Ah, but doesn’t it make our exchange so much more... flavorful?”
"All villains have their shtick," White Fang remarked, making air quotes as he added, "and Kraven’s just happens to be ‘the hunt.’"
Nightwing raised an eyebrow, shooting White Fang an amused look. "Yeah, thanks for the heads up. I never would’ve guessed Kraven the Hunter’s theme was… hunting. Real subtle."
White Fang raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Was that necessary?”
Nightwing shrugged nonchalantly. “I’m not the one stating the obvious.”
Spider-Man, exasperated, took a step forward to refocus Kraven’s attention. Kraven’s eyes locked onto him, a calculating glint flickering across his face. “But I am no ‘villain,’” Kraven insisted, his tone shifting to something colder, almost offended. “Villains are driven by idealism, elaborate schemes, and whims of grandeur. My goals are primal. Pure. I seek only the thrill of the hunt, a challenge worthy of my skills… the natural order. There is nothing villainous about Mother Nature herself, Spider-Man.”
Spider-Man snorted, unimpressed. “Yeah, I really don’t care. Tell it to someone who buys it. Like you said, I’m here to warn you. I don’t know what twisted game you think you’re playing, but I’m not about to let any innocent person get caught in your crossfire. And for the record, in this little hunt of yours, I’m not the one who’ll be getting hunted.”
Kraven’s smirk widened. "Oh, I have no interest in those not involved in our… game. Bystanders are beneath my notice. My focus is solely on you, Spider-Man." His voice dropped into a dangerous growl. "But mark my words, if anyone dares interfere, they will pay dearly."
With a long, tired sigh, Spider-Man stepped forward, seemingly unfazed by Kraven’s threat. But before Kraven’s guards could react, Spider-Man vanished in a blur of motion, reappearing an instant later mere inches from Kraven. His bone claw extended, hovering millimeters from Kraven’s throat, a single drop of blood trickling from where the tip grazed his skin.
Kraven froze, a flash of shock crossing his face. He dared not even swallow, knowing the claw could easily pierce his skin with one wrong move.
"You see, Kraven," Spider-Man whispered, his voice low and deadly, "I could’ve taken your head right then, before you even blinked. So, before your ego gets any bigger, remember this: in my city, your games have limits. Threaten my people again, and the only ‘hunt’ you’ll be in is one where you’re the prey."
The guards were about to fire, but in a blur of movement, both Nightwing and White Fang dispatched them with swift, calculated strikes, leaving them unconscious on the ground.
Spider-Man retracted his bone claw, letting it slide back under his skin. “I’ll put it in terms you might understand, Kraven. A little hunting metaphor for your taste: there’s a difference between a predator and an apex predator. You disturb the peace in my territory, and you’ll find out firsthand which category I fall under.”
For a moment, silence hung in the air. Then, to everyone’s surprise, Kraven chuckled—a deep, unsettling laugh that sent a chill down their spines. “You talk a good game, Spider-Man. But I’ve studied you. You don’t kill. You’re no predator. You’re a herbivore through and through.”
Spider-Man smirked, mounting his bike and firing up the engine. “Even herbivores kill when cornered, Kraven. Just because they don’t eat meat doesn’t mean they aren’t dangerous. Come on, guys.”
Nightwing did a quick wheelie as he turned his bike toward Kraven, a challenging grin on his face. “Just so you know, Kraven,” he called over the roar of the engine, “there’s more than one king of the jungle in this city.” With a final smirk, he dropped his bike’s front wheel back down and sped off after Spider-Man.
White Fang offered a knowing nod, then let out an actual tiger’s roar that echoed around the airstrip before he too revved his engine and followed the others, leaving Kraven standing alone in the gathering dusk.
Kraven watched them go, his hand drifting to the small spot on his neck where Spider-Man’s claw had grazed him. He touched the droplet of blood and lifted his thumb to his mouth, tasting it. His eyes flashed with exhilaration, and he let out a low growl.
As their taillights vanished, Kraven traced his fingers across the thin line of blood on his neck, his eyes dark and glittering with a newfound hunger. He licked the blood from his thumb and chuckled darkly to himself. "So… the Spider has fangs after all. This… this will be fun."
…
As Spider-Man, Nightwing, and White Fang sped away from the airstrip, Nightwing called out over the roar of their motorcycles, "So are we really just going to let him walk?"
Spider-Man nodded grimly, keeping his eyes on the road ahead. “You already know why we can’t. Legally, he’s covered his tracks. He hasn’t done anything we can act on yet, and he’s got permits for the weapons he’s carrying. He’s smart—been playing this game for years. This meeting was just to warn him and make sure his target’s set on us. We’re narrowing his focus.”
Spider-Man brows suddenly knitting together in frustration. “We've got company. Take them down.”
“On it!” Nightwing and White Fang replied in unison.
Without missing a beat, Nightwing jumped onto his seat, smoothly balancing atop his speeding bike. Reaching into his utility belt, he pulled out two sleek, blue batarangs shaped like his emblem. In a fluid motion, he threw them in opposite directions. The batarangs soared through the air, striking seemingly empty spots that suddenly glitched, revealing two cloaked drones. Red lights blinked on each batarang before both drones erupted into sparks, falling in shattered pieces from the sky. Nightwing casually dropped back into his seat, humming a tune as if nothing had happened.
White Fang, meanwhile, released the handlebars, his claws extending and glowing with a fierce blue light. With a quick swipe of each hand, he unleashed plasma arcs that homed in on another set of cloaked drones, tearing through them with explosive accuracy. He grabbed the handlebars again, maintaining speed and grinning.
Nightwing turned to Spider-Man, picking up their conversation as if they hadn't just destroyed high-tech surveillance. “So... does this mean we have to wait until someone actually gets hurt before we can step in?”
Spider-Man’s tone was calm, but there was an edge of frustration. “I get it, man. I feel the same way. But we’ll keep him in our sights. That’s why I’m calling a meeting with everyone, so we can stay alert. Want to handle the honors?”
Nightwing’s eyes lit up with a grin. “Are you serious? A Code Yellow?”
“Yeah. It’s time to make everyone aware, we hadn't had an actual meeting in a while”
Nightwing pumped his fist in excitement, tapping a small screen on his bike. “Aria, come in. You there?”
Aria’s voice replied coolly through his earpiece as she appeared on a small screen, “I’m here. What’s up?”
“Call a meeting,” Nightwing said, trying to sound serious but his excitement slipped through. “We’ve got a Code Yellow in progress—potential future danger. I repeat, Code Yellow. Let everyone know.”
Aria chuckled faintly. “Heard you the first time, Nightwing. I’ll notify the team.”
Nightwing’s cheeks colored slightly as he muttered, “Just… do it.” A yellow light blinked on Spider-Man’s watch, confirming the alert. Spider-Man nodded with satisfaction, knowing the team would get the message and go to the meeting space. A Code Yellow was meant to raise awareness—a signal to everyone that they were dealing with a potential threat and to keep their eyes sharp.
White Fang glanced over at Spider-Man, smirking. “Can we talk about how Nightwing called himself the ‘King of the Jungle’ back there?”
Spider-Man let out a laugh. “No way, really?”
Nightwing threw them a wounded look. “Oh, come on! It made sense! I got injected with the KOJ serum—it’s practically my birthright to say that! You’d have done the same, if not worse.”
Spider-Man and White Fang laughed, the tension of the encounter with Kraven melting away as they sped down the road.
Comments
Nazarickk
Thanks for the chapter
Alexander Garcia
I forgot his hero name lol
Bryan Vargas
Brother... That's his son... Felix, who can turn into a literal white tiger... Where have have you been?
Alexander Garcia
When did your spiderman meet white tiger
