𝙎𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙖𝙘𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙧 𝙎𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙚𝙩-𝙎𝙥𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙧 (𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧)

𝗔𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗗𝗮𝘆 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗟𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗧𝗲𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝗲𝗳

In the bustling heart of New York City, Y/N L/N found himself entangled in a life he never thought he'd lead. One crisp evening, Y/N, clad in a nondescript jacket and cap, made his way through the dimly lit alleys, finally reaching a secluded phone booth. His heart pounded in his chest, and his palms were clammy with anxiety. He knew that stuttering like crazy was an unfortunate side effect of his nervousness, but he couldn't help it. He needed to make this call, and he needed to do it right. He had done this very event countless of times, but every time he had done it. His nerves skyrocketed and caused the fifteen year old to act like many teens his age, he was definitely more mature than kids his age, but that doesn't mean the anxiety and hormones of youth would remain behind the damn of emotions he had made within his mind. 

Trembling fingers inserted a few quarters into the payphone, and he dialed the number that had become all too familiar to him. The phone rang, each chime echoing in the quiet booth, exacerbating his anxiety. Then, a deep and powerful voice on the other end broke the silence.

"Y/N L/N, I've been hearing some good things about your recent work," a deep, raspy voice came over the other side of the payphone. The voice belonged to the infamous Kingpin of New York. The one and only Wilson Fisk, his employer, greeted him in his smooth, baritone voice. Y/N's heart raced, relieved that he could at least maintain a conversation, despite his nervousness.

"Th-thank you, Mr. Fisk," Y/N stammered, his voice trembling, his hand which gripped the phone shook. 

Wilson Fisk, the imposing figure behind most of New York's organized crime, could sense Y/N's unease. "No need to be so jittery, Y/N. I like your dedication," Fisk said, attempting to soothe Y/N's nervousness with a well-timed compliment. "In fact, I have a special task for you."

Y/N swallowed hard, the weight of Fisk's words pressing upon him. "What do you need me to do, sir?"

Fisk leaned back in his opulent office chair, fingers steepled as he spoke with calculated intent. "There's been a request, a high-paying one, for some genetic research to be stolen from an Oscorp Lab. They're conducting experiments on some cutting-edge technology. I want you to infiltrate that lab and secure the data."

Y/N's heart raced even faster. Infiltrating an Oscorp Lab was no small feat. The mere mention of the renowned corporation sent shivers down his spine. He knew he was deep in the web of New York's criminal underbelly, but this task was unlike any other he had undertaken. "O-Oscorp, sir? That's risky... dangerous."

Fisk's deep laughter resonated through the phone. "That's why you're the perfect man for the job, Y/N. Don't worry, I'll provide you with everything you need, and you'll have the support of my organization. I'll have one of my men drop off some intel, but I'm sure you'll get the job done". 

"Th-thank you Mr Fisk" stuttered his way through, just wanting this call to be over. He needed to formulate a plan, freaking Oscorp? They'll have top notch security, guards, cameras, the whole shebang. Steal some cash? Easily done. Art piece? Might be a little challenging but where there's a will there's a way. But freaking Oscorp?

"I've always liked individuals such as yourself Mr L/N" Fisk spoke up again, Y/N could practically see the smirk on the bald headed gangsters face. "The foot soldiers, the pawns. The people who know how to get things done" he added, Y/N teared the spin of a chair. 

"Thank you  Mr Fisk" Y/N repeated once again, he just needed to show respect. One wrong word and Fisk could end Y/Ns whole career.

Fisk heard the buzz on the other end of the phone, meaning the Kingpin decided to hang up without even saying goodbye or farewell. He didn't really care about Y/N, like he said himself. Y/N is nothing but a foot soldier to him, and when was the last time a general ever came a crap about the soldiers in the trenches? Placing the phone back where it belonged, Y/N let out a deep sigh as he exited the booth. It was 14:37PM, he should be in school, fantasying about girls, stressing over tests and trying to figure out what the hell X was. But here he was taking jobs from criminals.