Having faced the tragedy of losing both parents at a tender age, your childhood was predominantly spent in an orphanage. The journey was fraught with challenges, as potential adoptive parents were hesitant to welcome a mutant child into their homes...
I arrive at Alchemax and land on a nearby building and begin looking around for this guy Pete mentioned. I don't see anybody but instead hear a voice. "I'm guessing you're the kid Pete mentioned." I turn around and see a man with a full red leather suit with horns and two Ds on his chest crouching atop a water tower.
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"Who just sits in the shadows like that, this isn't a movie." I say. The guy gives me a look like he's already gone through a similar conversation.
"I see you take after Pete's humor." He says.
"We're similar like that." I reply, he jumps down from the water tower and lands in front of me. "But who are you? And why are you perched up here like a brooding gargoyle?"
The man chuckles, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Gargoyles huh? I'm Daredevil," he introduces himself.
"So, what are we exactly doing here?" I ask him.
"Tombstone is using this building for something. We're here to find out what."
"Who? Actually, doesn't matter, I'll still kick his ass."
"You sound confident in yourself."
"Haven't gotten my ass completely kicked yet." I say before falling off the building and landing on a light post. I examine the area. Metal containers lay around the building along with a shit ton of bikers. Moving trucks and motorcycles surround the building. DD lands on a light post next to me.
"We'll take them out stealthily-"
I interrupt Daredevil, rolling my eyes. "Stealthily? Please, I prefer the more direct approach hornhead." Ignoring his disapproving look, I shoot out a web and swing towards the nearest biker. With a swift kick, I knock him off his bike, sending him sprawling across the pavement.
"It's Spider-" One of the bikers goes to yell but I hit him with an impact web, sticking him to the wall. Daredevil leaps into action, his acrobatic skills allowing him to effortlessly dodge the incoming attacks from the remaining bikers. We quickly finish the rest of as I kick the last one on the jaw.
"Look at that, not a scratch on us."
"Right now, I wonder if you're more interested in showing off than actually getting the job done," he comments, his voice laced with sarcasm. He walks up to the back of one of the trucks. The back of the truck is open and outside of it sits three barrels of chemicals all bundled together with tape. "Diox-3. This is the stuff Tombstone was exposed to as a kid."
"The fuck is Diox-3?" I ask, genuinely curious. Daredevil turns to me with a serious expression.
"Diox-3 is an experimental plant. It's what turned Tombstone into the feared and indestructible villain he is today."
