FOR YEARS, Delaney Knight's family had one singular goal - to become the biggest crime syndicate New York City had ever seen.
NOW, Delaney's father has a new agenda - to seek vengeance for the murder of his wife at the hands of their biggest rival...
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PETER PARKER WAS OFFICIALLY ONE of the first people Delaney Knight could call a friend since her school years, and it had taken him an astonishingly short amount of time to weasel his way into that status.
Some would argue that it couldn't be considered a real friendship when nothing Delaney had told him about her life had been real, and she would simply argue that outside of her family he knew more about her than anyone else in the whole world.
Peter knew she loved drama movies and Hans Zimmer, hated most modern pop music with a passion and had an obsession with dragons - so much so that she had once debated getting a tattoo of a tiny one over her left shoulder. He knew that she was quiet, but not introverted, and that if she could she would wear more rings than her fingers could fit. She had admitted to him her real star sign, but not her birthday specifically. He also knew that her mother had passed away recently, but they didn't like to talk about that.
It was more than most people ever found out, and Delaney often panicked that he knew too much. But she couldn't help it, he was such a good listener and genuinely seemed interested in what she had to say. Most people she met preferred talking about themselves and barely listened when the conversation wasn't about them, which suited Delaney's lifestyle to a T. But Peter wasn't like that, and she was completely lapping up the attentiveness.
Of course Peter had known a lot more about her than she realised, thanks to her connection with his Spidery alter ego.
It had been a week since he had apologised with a cake, and the two had grown exponentially closer and even hung out a few times after college hours - which brought them to their current endeavour that Monday evening - paintballing.
"I should warn you, I'm good at this kind of stuff," Peter voiced as they donned paint-splattered overalls and lifted the guns they had been provided with.
Delaney chuckled to herself at his words. She had been trained with real guns since the age of eight and carried since the age of fifteen, Peter Parker didn't stand a chance.
"We'll see, Parker," she teased with a smirk, before jetting off to the opposite end of the zone to hide before the starting bell rang. It wasn't a large area by any means, more of an adult sized playground with climbers and everything.
Peter laughed too, hearing her heartbeat the entire time she ran off as if it were a beacon signalling to him exactly where she would be hiding. Deciding to give her a chance, he stalled himself for a few moments after the bell rang before he darted toward the tree line to use the foliage for cover. As much as he tried to quell his natural instincts and not be stealthy to somehow make the game more fair, he knew the second a paintball was hurtling toward him.
Delaney was sure she had him beat, spying his figure shrinking along the tree line. She had rested her body weight on one knee, the other knee bent to steady herself as she aimed down her sights and expertly shot a well targeted ball toward him.
