Reborn as the Spider who bit Peter Parker

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Enjoying the breeze, I switched on the music. The pleasant lightness after a cup of coffee cancelled out the effect of the psychological fatigue after the arena. Reflecting on the fact that I had warmed up quite well, even though I was literally teetering on the edge, I smiled, and the new track was a hell of a ride. Now I had to figure out what to do with these enchanted bandages and sort out the valise I'd taken from the mummy's body.

But my musings were soon interrupted by a sudden call from a hidden number. Who the hell is this early? When I heard Creed's voice, I was extremely surprised, because to have this dickhead, and even to dial your mobile phone? Such a thing is akin to a miracle, so I did not comment on his sudden call and calmly waited for him to get to the point. And the master didn't wait long, once again surprising me with his straightforwardness.

- So he's not dead, - I imagined how the teacher smiled predatorily and only wrinkled my nose. - That's good. You'll get your percentage in the hall. By the way, why the hell did you take those bandages off the mummy and take his bloody bag? - Creed asked a little too ingratiatingly.

- Trophies? - I answered the question with a question.

- Fair enough. What is taken in battle is sacred? - calmly quoted someone else's words. - Now listen to the next task, kid. You're going to have to kill the bastard who screwed our boys. This Serbian renegade must not meet the dawn, so take his head, I'll make an ashtray out of it. You understand me? - Creed said sternly. - I'll send you the coordinates, and now go, student, the clock is ticking, because I promised to teach you something,' he sarcastically chuckled and switched off.

Having tracked down the Balkan rat via smartphone, I calmly broke into his rented flat and hit the renegade's nasal cartilage right into his brain with the inside of my palm from bottom to top. The Serb's last words were about a certain Grey-haired man, but somehow I didn't care. There were no cameras anywhere, and the neighbours were in no hurry to see what happened a few metres away.

Calmly dragging the body into the living room right onto the small table, I headed into the kitchen. Turning the gas on full blast and noticing the meat cleaver still there, I grinned. The order was for the head, wasn't it? So let the 'honourable master' get that head, maybe then he'd stop doing shit and start teaching. But there's not much hope of that. Maybe I should just send that psycho away.

As I pondered why I was still trying to become Creed's apprentice, I indifferently separated the Serb's head from his body, even if not with the first blow. Surprisingly, without even getting dirty, I hummed, sending a picture of the 'order' directly to the master's number. Let him think that I can't be assigned such tasks. Why the hell had I agreed to do it, though?

A couple of minutes later I got a reply with a satisfied smiley face and the address where the 'order' should be delivered.

It seems that nothing would get through to him. I sighed sorrowfully, tossing the renegade's head into my bag and rummaging around the kitchen for matches. Finding nothing, I checked the Balkan's pockets and found an old petrol lighter.

Smiling at the find, I flicked it on and placed it by the corpse as a farewell candle; soon the gas would get here, and all traces of evidence would be burnt in the blue flame. Or at least that's how they show it in crime shows, so what's not a spectacular end to the case?

As I put on my headphones and started the playlist, I didn't hear a slight boom, and certainly didn't pay attention to the screaming alarm. Walking to the underground, I checked the address again and hummed as I got off at the right station.

I was surprised to see a lot of signs in Russian and to hear familiar speech, and I tried to figure out what the hell was going on. I should have guessed that Creed worked with the brothers, or was he just a freelancer? I didn't know what the hell it was really like.

Soon the building in question came into view. The red-brick cafe with a flying imperial flag was quite eye-catching, as you'd expect to see anywhere but New York. However, what else to expect from this 'little Russia' on the outskirts of New York?

Inside everything turned out to be, on the contrary, restrainedly rich and without excessive gloss and pointlessly empty glamour. However, a huge plasma panel slightly disturbed the ascetic harmony, and the news bulletin and a pleasant voice of the announcer broadcasting about geopolitics knocked me out of my rut. Where am I? And what channel is Diplomat?

- And you mean Peter? - said the girl thoughtfully. - Do you have the parcel with you? - I just nodded laconically at the valise.

- Really? Then I'll call you Doc, I hope you don't mind? - she smiled radiantly. - I'm Eve, by the way.

- I won't even ask why Doc, - I smiled back, and followed the girl to the farthest table, even if there were no people, but why should I shine the light on 'such' once more?

- Well, it's a valise... - Eva immediately explained while we were walking to the table. - How long have you seen people with a valise in their hands? - The girl smiled ironically.

- A gift from a mummy,' I said, slowly opening the bag.

- I've heard all sorts of things, of course, but to call your ex-girlfriend that,' Eva grinned. - And I'm not going to say anything about your attitude toward gifts.

The girl snorted with undisguised disgust and threw the bag under the table, wanting to continue our conversation.

- You know, this is not how I imagined Sabretooth's apprentice to be. You must have got him by something, didn't you? Yeah, there's no other way. Victor Creed doesn't take just anyone as a pupil, - Eve said affirmatively and after a couple of minutes waved her hand to the guy behind the bar.

Just anyone? He sends anyone who wants to learn from him to their death. That's probably why he has so few students. Although, admittedly, I've never even met any of them. So maybe he didn't even have anyone to choose from? I chuckled mentally, not wanting to pursue the subject further.

- This is Dex, and he's our fed,' she smiled again. - And yes, now our organisation has some dirt on you,' Eva smiled sweetly and nodded to the short haircut guy.

- Eva, you don't have to be so formal. And yes, you're under arrest, but don't be in a hurry... - throwing the handcuffs on the table, the federal agent winked at Eva. - Since we caught you red-handed, you don't have many options. But first, talk to someone,' Dex grinned and placed a charcoal black smartphone beside the handcuffs.

What the hell? That's what went through my head. So much for becoming an apprentice to a famous master. What do I do now? Tick off the city? Take them down? I don't know. And what do they have on me? I didn't leave a trail and try not to get caught on camera, did I? Or did I get caught? No, then our conversation would have been a little tougher and I'd have been recruited a little differently. But what the fuck? It was that 'master' again, damn him, as he knew that such connections would not lead to good, and now what?

- That's it, that's it, - I heard a familiar voice. - Stop bullying the boy, I think he's learnt that you can't trust anyone and that blackmail is a very unpleasant thing. - Creed grinned. - 'This is my first lesson. So remember one important thing... in this world, every fuck wants to screw you or fuck with you or off you. And leave the tales of humanity and coloured gondoliers to the ghetto kids, because what do they believe in when they run out of dope? But little Dex is a federal agent, and I wasn't kidding about the dirt,' Victor continued abruptly. - So if you try to turn us in, you know we'll take you down too,' Dex put on his gloves with a smile and put the Serb's head in a vacuum-packed bag, sealing it tightly. - We're done with the welcoming part, so welcome to the family,' Creed laughed bassistically and then abruptly shut down.

- Fuck you...' I stood up abruptly and headed for the exit.

- Wait,' Eva said behind me. - I forgot my bag. What about you, Doc, without your tools? - Reflexively I turned round and saw the girl smiling as if nothing had happened. - Did you take offence at the setup? - innocently asked the girl. - Oh, it doesn't happen to anyone, - continued Eva. - Relax, he recruits everyone like that. - she said, 'Calm me down.' - Tell him, Dex. We've had a gang murder and a hostage situation, and we're doing just fine,' Eva smiled innocently again.

- Mm-hmm,' the fed agreed. - By the way, why Doc? - Dex asked his question calmly.

- Well, it's a valise,' the girl explained again.

- И? - The agent rubbed his temples thoughtfully, and a second later he pulled a dart out of his pocket and without aiming it hit the centre of the dartboard hanging at the opposite end of the building. - I never understood your humour. So why Doc? - The guy said calmly, throwing a couple more darts at the map of the United States, which was hanging a little further away, and surprisingly he hit New York, and I didn't notice it right away.

- Oh, never mind,' the girl waved her hand irritably. - Are you on your pills again? I wish you'd stop taking them, Dex, because when you look at you, you're a zombie. You see, my jokes aren't funny to him anymore, it's your pills, you junkie. - Eve said, pouting resentfully.

Smiling at their altercation, I realised that all the anger at the master had somehow vanished by itself. After all, if you think about it, he's right, and I shouldn't blindly trust anyone, plus now they have dirt on me. Maybe something else. Oh, man.

I should have known there was something wrong. Well, it's my own fault, so it'll be a lesson. And he didn't lie, he promised to teach me something, and voila. But why the hell would you teach it like that?

I don't know what the hell is in that psycho's head, and anyway, if he's recruiting people like that, what should I expect from his training? But it was too late to back down now, so I'd have to play this game to the end. That's life, or as the French say, selavie.

- They help me relax,' the agent said immediately. - What's with all the pressure, Eva? As smoking weed, we are in favour, and as supporting a comrade, you are a miserable junkie. What hypocrisy? - Dex said seriously.

- Oh, that's it...' the girl snorted resentfully, and a moment later we heard the sound of a door opening behind us, and some "brothers" appeared in the building.

- Ev, - immediately smiled at the girl a brown-eyed stout man and held out a massive bar of suddenly so familiar-looking chocolate Alenka. - Poindexter,' he nodded to the agent and immediately stopped his thoughtful gaze right on my extremely curious figure. - And who are you, my good man? A passer-by, a passer-by, or a future dead man? - Quickly noticing that I was standing too close to the object of his adoration, he crunched his neck vertebrae dangerously and held out his grey eight-blade to his shaven-headed comrade.