Marvel: DNF Invades

In New York's bustling commercial district, a white RV with a hamburger poster on its side was swerving slightly as it made its way down the road.

Inside the Cab

Luke sat in the driver's seat, his thin legs unable to reach the floor. He gripped the steering wheel while giving orders to Peter Parker, who was lying under the seat.

The car radio blasted He's a Pirate from Pirates of the Caribbean.

"Three pedals down, gas it."

"Aye, Captain! Throttle at three!"

"Clutch in, shift left!"

"Clutch, left gear! Full left, Captain!"

"Full left. Slow down ahead, there's an old lady crossing."

An octopus in a backpack chimed in: "Hit them! Hit them!!"

Peter Parker: "Aye, Captain, Aye!"

Luke: "Station ahead. Slow down, drop anchor!"

Crunch—

The RV screeched to a stop, parking steadily outside Stark Tower.

It was the weekend—time to sell burgers. Peter Parker loved this gig. For him, it was thrilling and fun.

For Luke, it was an essential source of cash flow. Even if it wasn't much, every bit helped. Running a giant metal contraption at home wasn't cheap.

Luke and Peter hopped out of the RV, moving swiftly to set up their burger stand.

By now, Stark employees had already streamed out of the building, heading straight for them.

"Afternoon, Luke. Peter. Three of the usual, extra tomatoes."

"Got it, sir!"

"Hey, kid, give me one too. No cheese."

"Coming right up, ma'am!"

Lately, Burgnina's burgers had gained legendary status among the white-collar workers in the nearby office buildings.

Anyone who had tried them couldn't stop raving—they swore it was the best burger they'd ever eaten.

The only downside? This food truck only showed up on Saturdays and Sundays.

Because of that, weekend shifts at the office had suddenly become way more popular.

HR managers were scratching their heads, puzzled by the sudden surge in employees voluntarily signing up for weekend work.

Money Talks

Peter Parker loved two things about this job:

First—collecting money.

Now, he was happily taking payments from customers, eyes practically glowing with joy.

Every time they sold a burger, Luke split the earnings evenly with him. Said it was a partnership and that friendship is priceless.

As a result, Peter Parker had become the second-richest guy in their school—right after Luke.

His first big purchase? A brand-new PSP, something he had long envied Luke for owning. Unfortunately for him, Luke had already sold his.

The second thing Peter loved? Yelling.

At first, Luke had just asked him to shout to attract customers, but it awoke something inside Spider-Man's soul.

Finally, he had found an outlet for his endless chatter.

Now, Peter Parker shouted into the street: "Silver scale breastplate, one piece of hardware, first come, first served!"

Luke, flipping a burger, turned around: "The fuck? What kinda nonsense is sneaking in here?"

"Sorry, man! Played games all night." Peter grinned, then asked, "By the way, I keep hearing you say 'fuck.' That Chinese?"

"Yeah." Luke kept grilling burgers.

Peter's eyes lit up. "Dude, teach me some Chinese! What does 'fuck' mean?"

Without missing a beat, Luke replied, "Fuck means 'fuck.'"

Peter beamed. "Fuck, man!"

Luke opened his mouth, then shut it.

Well… that was on him.

After a long pause, he finally muttered: "Yeah. Fuck it, too."

The Plan

Unlike Tony Stark—who had a favorability rating of absolute zero—Spider-Man's rating was climbing fast.

A system prompt appeared in Luke's mind:

[Peter Parker's Favorability +20]

Once he hit 100, he could steal one of Spider-Man's abilities.

Right now, he was at 60. Rapid progress.

Not much longer now.

The RV itself was a junked food truck Luke had salvaged from a scrapyard and repaired in his warehouse. Just needed a new paint job.

Next week, he'd trick Spider-Man into washing it to boost favorability even more.

After closing up shop and heading home that evening, Luke counted their earnings.

Last week, they'd sold over 200 burgers, bringing in $1,500, which he and Peter split.

This week, including tomorrow's projections, he'd pocket another $1,500.

Luke sighed. "Fifteen hundred… barely enough to buy anything."

Ever since his last big score, he didn't care much about burger money anymore.

Even though he hated to admit it, gambling was just a faster way to make serious cash.

"Damn. I've fallen."

Once, he would've condemned himself for thinking that way.

But in the Marvel Universe, stealing from gangs? That was fair game. No guilt at all.

Hell's Kitchen Stirs

Lately, things had been too quiet in Hell's Kitchen.

Ever since that chaotic battle, crime had plummeted.

Shady underground clubs had shut down. Gang members were vanishing. Even the drug dealers on the street corners were disappearing.

Something was bubbling beneath the surface, waiting to explode.

Luke decided to lay low for a bit. No point in jumping into the spotlight when every criminal in town was on high alert.

But while he could wait, others couldn't.

A Visitor at Dinner

That evening, Matt Murdock visited Luke's adoptive parents' house and was invited to stay for dinner.

Luke took the chance to earn some favor.

Even though Matt looked composed, Luke spotted faint scars that hadn't fully healed.

His last fight had been brutal.

After dinner, Matt and Foggy sat in the living room, speaking in hushed tones.

Karen was in the kitchen, cleaning up.

Meanwhile, Luke sat in the hallway, playing with a remote-controlled toy car.

The small car suddenly rolled into the living room, circling Matt and Foggy.

Luke, in the hallway, adjusted the earbud in his left ear.

Inside the toy car? A hidden microphone.

"I'm telling you, if we follow the lead from those blind men, we'll find the mastermind." Matt's voice was quiet but firm.

"Matt, this is dangerous. They have guns. They will shoot." Foggy whispered. "We should call the police."

"No. The cops are on their payroll. We can't trust them."

"Then I'm coming too."

"Not happening."

"This whole mess started because of me, Matt. No matter what you say, I'm going."

Luke's toy car quietly rolled back out of the room.

He smirked. "The blind lawyer's getting impatient, huh? Classic Daredevil."

By eavesdropping, Luke learned that Matt had discovered a group of blind men unknowingly being used as drug mules.

They were planning to follow the trail and uncover the real kingpin behind New York's underground drug trade.

More importantly, Luke learned their exact plan and time of action.

His grin faded.

"Blind men transporting drugs?"

Oh shit.

That meant Madame Gao's operation.

No wonder things had been so quiet lately.

Matt had no idea who he was about to go up against.

And Foggy? The guy was just a civilian.

Luke went upstairs to his room.

"Guess I'll have to handle this myself… again."

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