Fight like a Demon. Dance like a Spider.

Hunter Haven.

Wade walked into the bar, lowering his head and shrinking his body as much as possible as he went through the door and theslight set of stairs. The bar was a hot-spot for hunters. Most hunters had to follow some religious guidelines but some hunters, more so in New York, had no religious affiliation. And so the bar was a host for those.

He siddled up to the bar, his face hidden by a large hood. The bar owner, Weasel, placed a drink in front of him and stood, waiting for some sort of conversation. Which he got.

"Oh my god, Weas. Body like an angel. The perfect hair, he's so cute" Wade babbled. "Who?" His friend asked. "That dancer. You know that May that called about the demon threat?" Wade reminded. Weasel nodded some form of acknowledgement. "Well, turns out the entertainment I need to look after is a serious piece of meat. If a demon is stalking him, I'd have no doubt about that, damn" Wade said dreamily. "He's perfect" he added.

"Perfect, eh? What's he like to earn such a prestiges title?" Weasel asked. "Good looking, great danc-" "No. I mean personality wise, Wade. Not that I normally care but if he has perfect potential he gotta have more than a body. Isn't that right?" The bar-owner. He added that last statement as an insult to Wade.

"Just because I don't have the looks myself anymore does not mean that I can't appreciate what others have" Wade shrugged. He didn't need anyone to try to give him some moralistic lecture because personalities were supposed to be more important and you couldn't judge someone based on looks. People judged him on his own looks all the time.

At least this Peter was getting a positive judgement.

"And I don't know much. I know he has a thing for criminals-" "criminals?" Weasel interrupted. He gave the man on the other side of the bar a knowing look. He was once again reminded that Wade can be a bit of an idiot but he would wait for his friend to figure it out on his own. "Yeah, criminals. Let a man finish talking" Wade said, narrowing his eyes.

"But yes! As I was saying. He's such a flirt and he's also delightfully fiesty I mean, I haven't got a lot of proof on that last one but I can tell. It's lurking behind his soft skin. I'll coax that side of him out" The hunter said. It was like a promise to himself at least.

That promise allowed his mind to wander. He wondered if his little Petey-pie had standards or not. If not then that was good for him, je knew he had an ugly mug. If the dancer would consider spending a night with him just because. Maybe he'll be so thankful that Wade protected him and perhaps saved him that he'll be wooed. Ooh, maybe while the demon is still on the loose the duo will get trapped somewhere for hours. The tension will become suffocating and one thing will lead to another. It was his favourite fanfiction trope.

There was no question that Wade would have taken the job, it was nice pay, demons were absolute scum and he was bored so he would have taken the job even if the dancer of his dreams was uglier than he was but the fact that he wasn't was a definite plus.

And while the hunter certainly loved him, the feeling did not extend to the security guard. He was arrogant and just reeked of daddy's money as well as being a massive creep. Especially to his Petey. He didn't like the man but he would never classify him as a threat. Wade wondered how he even got a job in the position that he held. It was a joke.

Weasel didn't know much about this mysterious but he at least knew one thing that Wade didn't. And even on that he was half wrong. He suspected that lover boy was a demon, which is true, but his shortcomings begin with how far he underestimates the stranger. He assumed that he was nothing more than a wayward baby demon, something harmless that would be taken out sooner or later. The bar owner wasn't too concerned with small fish.

He wasn't even convinced that all the mysterious deaths were him. Maybe it was a coincidence or some bigger scarier demon was trying to court him and that was the true target. But these were just incorrect theories.

Peter Parker was certainly not a baby, in age or power. He was not being courted by the gifts of dead bodies, he simply could not allow it. And he was behind the deaths, every single one that had been pointed out by May and many more. Obvious many more since he had been a demon for ages. While the man didn't try to be dangerous, he certainly should not be described as harmless.

Little did they know that he was not just some good looking dancer or a baby demon but he was in fact one of the most dangerous demons in New York. The menace that lurked without a known face. He was the Spider.