Y/N Parker lives a normal life as a high-school student being raised by his single mother, Mary Jane Parker. Having never met his father, Y/N is surprised to learn that he has quite the family lineage. Now with newly revealed powers and some old tec...
Baltimore Shipyards, a cargo ship floated towards the docks while a man stood ontop of the containers, a tablet in hand. On it was a shadowy figure who was getting the report.
???: The very sweetiest cherries in that crate, I promise you. Young and tastey. Delivered by Friday, courtesy of Pagliacci.
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???: Painted ladies, I presume?
Pagliacci: It's the 21st century. It's all about branding the merchandise, isn't it?
He looked out at his men as they held the crew hostage at gunpoint.
Pagliacci: We'll make good time. The crew is under our command. We won't have any trouble.
Normie: Like hell!
The clown didn't even have time to react before Normie flew in on his glider. He tackled the criminal from the container while the rest of you all moved in.
Robbie: You will repent!
He slammed onto the ship which sent three of the men flying away, Vivian on his back.
Robbie: You're not bulletproof, right?
Vivian: Correct.
Robbie: Then wait for your moment.
The men opened fire, but two found their guns suddenly missing from their grasps. They looked up and found Cindy catching them before she jumped down. She tossed the weapons down and fired off more webs which wrapped around the men. She then swung them right into another container.
Y/N: Time to kick people in the face!
You swung yourself right into one of the gunmen and kicked him in the face. You then caught his gun and threw it with your strength right into another man's face.
Y/N: Hey, look at that. Guns can be used as melee weapons, too!
Normie held onto Pagliacci as he flew up into the sky as onlookers spotted the two. Phones were now coming out and began to film the entire conflict.
Normie: Congrats! You're my first trafficker! You make me nauseous, you sick creep!
Pagliacci pulled out a remote from his sleeve and pointed it at one of the canes that was moving a container.
Pagliacci: Sick, but strategic. When cornered, leave no evidence!
He clicked the button and an explosive erupted on the hook that held onto the crate. Inside, the girls that were being kept there began to panic as they felt the container start to fall towards the water.
