The Son of Ghost Rider

The Spider and The Rider

Dylan Baze P.O.V
It's been two whole month's since the death of Narcos. It's been a peaceful two months. May and I started dating and Mr Parker says he's okay with it. Which is preferable to his whole, "stay away from my daughter," stance.

I moved back into my old house. Believe me that was the hardest thing that I had to do. Stepping into the house in which your family  once lived. Where things were perfect, before their death. It was left exactly like it was when we left that morning for the induction into S.H.I.E.L.D nothing out of place.

May helped me move everything into a storage unit in queens. She even helped redecorate the whole house, along with her father. Who was surprisingly good at DIY.

Another big change was that I was now a S.H.I.E.L.D agent. Which meant working along side other heroes and May.

Things have changed a bit for May as well. She and her father have solved their differences and she moved back in with her parents.

May and I were curled up together on her parents sofa watching a Television Series on Netflix called "Designated Survivor." It was around one a.m and I felt her head droop onto my chest. Then I heard slow, deep breaths. I looked down to see May had fallen a sleep on me. I smiled inwardly to myself and slowly stroked he hair.

The door to the living room opened and Mr Parker walked in. He smiled and winked before turning out the light and leaving closing the door behind him. The only light now coming from the Television. I pick up the remote and turn it off resuming to stroking of her hair. After about ten minutes I fell into a peaceful slumber.

Moments later, or so it seemed, I was being lightly shaken. I woke to see it was light out. The person shaking me was May. As soon as I woke she greeted me with a kiss, which I returned happily. When we broke apart Mr Parker walked in.

"Staying for breakfast Dylan?" asked Mr Parker. "Nah sorry Peter I have to get going. I still have to fix my bike after that mission in Guam," I responded.
"Was that the mission where Deadpool tried to blow you up?" he asked amused.
"Yeah, he didn't like being teleported to the moon but it taught him no to throw grenades at me," I answered with a smirk.

With a quick peck to May's lips and a hand shake from Mr Parker I left and began walking home.

"You lied to them Dylan," came the riders voice. "Yeah I know but I want this to be a secret until I can give it to May on Christmas morning," I replied in earnest.
"Very considerate Dylan," said the rider happily. I smiled, "You're a good friend." "As are you Dylan," responded the rider with a faint chuckle.

I made it back to my house and I immediately made my way to the garage. My bike sat in pristine condition. While next to it was May's Christmas present. I had decided to build her her very own motor bike. With some S.H.I.E.L.D tech built in to make it even more powerful.

I started working on the bike with a smirk on my face. She ad no idea what was coming.

May Parker P. O.V
I sat in my room cleaning out my closet. It was a cluttered mess and in definite need of a cleaning out. Something my father said needed to be done a long time ago.

As I cleaned I came across a box, I had no idea what it's contents were so I opened it. The moment I saw what was inside I laughed.

It was my father's very first Spider-Man suit, which was roughly made from old clothing and a red hoodie with a spider drawn on the front in permanent marker. It was a reminder of what our origins were.

Dylan Blaze P.O.V
I had just finished the last pieces of May's bike when I heard a knock at the garage door. I throw a tarp over the bike and slowly wander over to the garage door. My eyes burn hot and I an see through the door.

I was surprised at who was there, my eyes go back to normal and I open the door to see Steve Rodgers standing in front of me. I immediately welcomed him inside.

"So kid, I have a favour to ask."

I answer, "Of course, ask me anything!"

"You ever died?"

I was confused by what he asked me so I pondered my response, considering the various variables, "No sir...why?"

"Do it!" and without warning his hand transformed into a spear, and in a flash of silver, and a burst of pain I look down to see that he stabbed me in the chest.

He pulls out the spear from my body and I collapse to my knees, the world beginning to fade...

He kicks me to the ground and walks away...and all is gone.