Worlds deadliest duo (Marvels Spider-Man x Deathstroke oc)

The merc vs demons

Night had fallen, and Ethan, now back in his armor, roared down the empty streets of New York on his motorcycle. He grabbed the brake handle hard, skidding to a stop in front of the auction house he'd been assigned to. This wasn’t just any auction house—it was owned by Wilson Fisk, the Kingpin, the same man who had been arrested earlier today.

Ethan stepped off the bike and pulled out his grappling gun, aimed it at the roof’s edge, and fired. The line pulled him up swiftly, and with a quick leap, Ethan landed silently on the rooftop and stowed the gadget

Ethan quietly moved to a skylight, peeking inside. Just as the message had described, the gang members were dressed in formal attire, their faces hidden behind eerie, demonic masks. They were armed, some carrying katanas, others with rifles, and they moved with a disciplined air.

Before Ethan could take in more of the scene, he heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps behind him, followed by the faint click of a rifle's safety being turned off. His instincts kicked in immediately—he knew someone had him in their sights.

Ethan reacted instantly, pulling a knife from his boot and throwing it with precision at the attacker’s shoulder. The man grunted in pain, staggering back. Ethan leaped up, grabbed the rifle, and snapped it in half with ease before delivering a powerful dropkick that sent the man to the ground.

As the attacker struggled, Ethan noticed he wore the same demonic mask as the others inside. Before the man could recover, Ethan slammed his boot into the man’s chin, dazing him. Without hesitation, He grabbed him by the leg, dragging him to the edge of the roof. With a firm grip, he hoisted the man up, dangling him upside down over the side.

“Who are you!? Who are you working for?!” Ethan demanded, his voice edged with intensity.

The man mumbled something harshly, his words laced with a heavy Japanese accent, sounding like curses directed at Ethan. Frustrated, Ethan let out a sigh, placing his palm over his face. "Goddammit..." he muttered, realizing the language barrier was going to make this interrogation difficult.

"Speak English," Ethan ordered.

The man glared defiantly. "Go to hell."

"You first," Ethan replied coldly, releasing his grip. The man screamed briefly before his body hit the ground in the alley below.

Ethan leapt down after him, landing lightly on his feet. He approached the body, giving it a nudge with his boot to confirm the man was dead. Satisfied, he crouched down and pulled off the demonic mask, examining it closely. Inside, he noticed a Chinese symbol etched into the material. Pulling out his phone, he scanned it—it translated to "demon."

"So, these guys call themselves demons, huh?" Ethan muttered to himself with a scoff. "What a joke."

Ethan moved toward the auction house
entrance, slipping inside and stepping
quietly down the hallway. He halted as
he detected several heartbeats just
around the corner-six in total. Drawing
his sword with a firm grip, he also
readied his pistol, cocking the hammer
with his left hand. Taking a steadying
breath, he turned the corner and faced
the gang members head-on

Three of them were armed with rifles
while the other three wielded katanas
The riflemen barely had time to react
before Ethan raised his gun, firing three
quick shots that struck each of them in
the head. They dropped instantly,
leaving only the sword-wielding
attackers between him and his
objective.

Ethan holstered his gun just as one of the swordsmen charged at him, swinging his blade with lethal intent. Ethan caught the blade with his hand, snapping it in half with sheer force. Before the top half of the broken blade could hit the ground, he snatched it mid-air and drove it straight into the attacker’s heart. The demon staggered back, eyes wide, before collapsing to the floor.