Spiderman Ideas( Oneshot)

The Gatekeeper

New York

A man walked through the Bleeker streets towards the house of the hero and sorcerer name Dr Steven Strange. The man had long unruly hair partially tied in a bun and the rest fell near his shoulder. He has a light rough beard on his face and he has big dark circles under his eyes, it looked like the man has never slept for a very long time. He was smoking a cigarette, he wore a dark blood-red red shirt with the first three buttons open, his shirt was crumbled and not clean. The shirt was half-tucked and a half left out with not properly buttoned. He wore form-fitting black pants with black sneakers that have red line patterns drawn on them. The man wore a black half-length trench coat with a blood-red spider drawn in the back, overall the man looked like a drunkard and a homeless man.

He walked slowly towards the sanctum, he stood before the steps of the sanctum he noticed a hell hound looming beside him. He sighed and said in a tired voice.

" Get out, I'm not in the mood to be your food, " said the man but the dog just growled at him. The bypassers looked weirdly at the man, as they cannot see the hell hound and thought the man was weird.

The man's eyes shone crimson that made the hound whimper and it tucked its bony tail in and ran away. Suddenly the door to the sanctum opened and Dr strange stepped out.

" Finally you are here, Peter," said Dr strange, he felt kind of pity at the man in front of him.

" What's up Doc, why did you summoned me here?" asked the now identified Peter as he was ushered in by Strange.

" I have a mission for you, " said Strange.

" Before saying anything give me a bottle of that hell whiskey," said Peter, he stubbed the cigarette out on his coat arm.

Strange grimaced at peters request and summoned the whiskey that was exclusive to hell itself and was very strong for any human or superhuman.

Peter opened the bottle and took a large gulp, the skin around his mouth turned red at the intensity of the drink.

" Now what do you want me to do? " asked Peter as he wiped his mouth.

" I need you to help Wanda Maximoff, Belasco has set his sights on her now. He wants to control her like he is doing Darkchild." Said Strange.

" Huh, that goth chick? She always liked to bend reality to get what she wants, " said Peter as he continued to gulp that hellish drink down.

" You know Peter why she did that and I know you can understand that as you have also..., " said Dr strange.

" don't dare to complete that sentence sorcerer, I fucking don't care, " said Peter shrugging as his tired eyes flashed crimson.

Strange took a huge gulp and stepped slightly back, as he saw Peter clenching his fists hard.

" Daily I have to grasp the reality in my hands so the world will not go down in ashes, and daily I have to make sense of what's real or not and I do it on daily basis. If one chick doesn't know how to keep track of her emotions, not my problem. You are sorcerer supreme it's your job, not mine and nobody's more insane than me, not even Moon knight except Deadpool, he's another breed altogether, " said Peter calmly as he emptied the first bottle and then waved his hands, he summoned another and uncorked it.