Serendipity||Gonkillu||Spider-Man AU

[1] First Aid, Tea, A Bleak Future

The disoriented university student stumbled through the aftermath of the most recent battle between Spider-Man and the Puppeteer. He swiped his hand quickly across his eye, ridding himself temporarily of the thick film of red covering his lashes and clouding his vision.

He limped through the rubble, cursing under his breath with every sigh. Of course these villains had to go and make such a mess of the city.

He stopped at the curb to catch his breath. It was there he retrieved his bag and slung it back over his shoulder. He coughed the dust out of his lungs and trudged with his head down.

This was how things went in Yorknew: Battles would break out at random times in the day or night and casualties did occur. If you weren't too injured when caught in the crossfire, you just went about your day. If you were injured, you'd just wait about ten minutes for the medical extraction team to sweep through and hopefully find you.

The city was once a paradise, but with the brith of Spider-Man came the birth of more overzealous villains with plans to take over. This in and of itself resulted in the high mortality rate and low life expectancy of Yorknew. However, with the way the government is run, most are completely unable to leave. Underpaid, overworked, and unsatisfied, the citizens spend the rest of their short, waking lives dedicated to working with the hopes that they'll have saved enough to retire elsewhere. A place free of the constant fear of your apartment building being actively deconstructed in your sleep.

If Spider-Man could be more considerate, Killua would always think, his life would be so much easier. But having run away from home with little to no money, this was his fate. To live out a life of maybe thirty years and become a Yorknew statistic.

Lost in irritated thoughts, Killua made a wrong turn down an alleyway he'd never walked. His eyes on the ground and his hands in his pockets, he failed to notice the three suspicious beings hanging around the end. By the time he had noticed them, he was being cornered.

"Great.." he mumbled to himself, sighing and dropping his hands at his sides. In all honesty, he really did just want to break down and cry in frustration. All he wanted was to get some ramen for dinner, and now he was headed home ramen-less and after this, probably penniless as well.

"Hey, kid. What do you got on you?"

"Mm." Killua shrugged.

"You being smart with him?" Another asked, stepping towards Killua.

"You can have my stuff, just...Can—Can I get my USB? It has my PowerPoint on there and it's due tomorrow." Killua finally looked up into the eyes of the delinquents. To his surprise, he recognized one of them. "Lincoln?"

"You know this fucker?" The other guy scoffed.

"He's cute, we should bring him back." The silent one spoke up with a sinister grin.

"Oh. No, no, you've got it twisted. You are taking my belongings; not me." Killua stepped back quickly.

"Oh, come on boys. Is he even really that cute?" A voice from overhead said.

All four looked up to be met with Spider-Man hanging from the outer range of an AC unit. He wiggled his fingers and waved before jumping down.

"I sincerely hope we won't have a problem here."

The first man swung his fist at full strength. Spider-Man, though, was quick to use it against him. He grabbed hold of his wrist, pulled, and shoved him to the ground with his opposite hand.

The other, the one identified by Killua as Lincoln, backed up against the chain link fence. He had not planned for any sort of run-in with an old classmate, let alone Spider-Man.