--Discontinued -- A Revenant [Gwen Stacy/Ghost-Spider x OC]

Arc 2 : Chapter 7

Stepping off of the bus, the Spiders webbed themselves up to a construction crane.

"Kingpin has a private elevator entrance from his penthouse to the collider below." Peni briefed as SP//dr shone a red light highlighting the elevator.

"Didn't count on having an audience." Noir said, as they looked down to see a red carpet entrance stacked with celebrities and paparazzi alike. He turned to Revenant, brandishing his pistol. "You sure you don't want to trade?"

"Positive, Noir."

They swung onto the glass roof, viewing the party down below.

"You gotta be kidding me!" They all exclaimed, as Revenant chuckled.

"Thank you. It's nice to be with you this evening to celebrate Spider-Man." Kingpin started his speech. "He and I were very close. There's always—"

"What a pig." Gwen scoffed, as Ham looked over, insulted.

"I'm right here."

"Hold on. Get a load of how the waiters are dressed." He pointed to the men in black pants and a white button up with Spider-Man masks on. "It's in poor taste, but..."

"It can't be that easy can it?"

"It's that easy." Noir answered his own sentence as the human Spiders walked around, pushing the "cart". That cart was actually SP//dr under a tablecloth.

Revenant sighed, looking down at the group. It might've been that easy for them, but it wouldn't be for him. He was about to enter his smoke form and find a vent, before he saw Peter suddenly stop.

He was looking at a redheaded woman, a very beautiful woman at that. He recognized her from the picture from this universe's Spider-Man's lair. It was Mary Jane Watson.

"Fuucckk. Don't jeopardize the mission, Parker." He groaned, watching at Gwen tried to stop him. Peter turned around to be face to face with her.

The entire situation was awkward. The body language, the mask's expressions, everything. Noir's vacant posture in the background and Gwen's head resting in her hand told him everything that he needed to know.

"I can't watch this." He disappeared into his smoke, squeezing into an air vent. It was one that had no visible exit.

He kept pushing on and on, but it just went further down. He couldn't keep it up much longer. His smoke form was a very temporary thing, meant for quick getaways and dire situations.

He felt his synthetic breathing start to quicken, even in his ash form. Thinking about it, he didn't know why he breathed. Was it a coping mechanism to help him maintain his humanity and keep from going off the deep end? Who could say?

He finally found an exit. Unfortunately, that exit was straight into a server room full of guards. Unfortunately for them, that is.

He dropped down, making no noise as he slit the first's throat and shot a web onto the roof. Holding the body, he pulled himself up, before stashing the body on top of some of the servers.

He surveyed the room, devising a better plan than "kill them all with no rhyme or reason". The layout of the room was interesting. In the back of the room, there was a large open space, which housed an oversized screen and keyboard. The rest of the room was a maze of servers twice his height.

He counted about 20 men, minus the one he already took out. Finally, he had an outlet for his emotions.

A guard walked under him, so he webbed him, throwing him up violently and catching him by the throat.