( gif by hazzawckd <3)
no perspective .

Present day.
Hard Rock Hotel & Casino Atlantic City.
New Jersey, USA.

Reckless, money, gambling, drunk, a casino is always thriving with these main things.

A place of loud discussion, under the table trades, bankruptcy and cashing out big checks. It was a place that has seen more money than your typical bank would. It was a place people went with too much time on their hands and little to no care for their families at home, their futures.

Hard Rock Hotel & Casino, one of the four star hotels that's nestled in the hearts of the people who come for vacation, time away from their wives and nagging mother-in-laws.

"Just get in and out, Rico. Don't make this as complicated as the last time. Hobie will be right beside you the whole time." Opium hissed into the ear piece that every one of them had, all standing in suits and ties around the vicinity to get what they came for. One of Ozzy's connections had sightings of the woman they were looking for, she had been laying low in each city they were visiting for an attack and here she was out in the open with her other two brothers gambling to get back home.

"Last time I got what we needed in due time, just relax and pretend you know how to play a card game." Rico mumbled back, a fake smile on her face as she greeted one of the many tall men that was her escort for tonight's events.

A few screams amplified into the thick air of the marble stone venue that held over a hundred people, some at the black jack tables, others at the poker tables; all of them screaming in joy or in agony when they lost their life savings or just a simple couple grand.

Rico locked her arm around Hobie as they were directed towards a more private area in the back, two grand doors opening on cue for the two to enter and shut right behind them. The room was quieter now, a place of quiet discussions, trades, withdrawals, deals and under the table payments. It was a place that no more than a couple hundred people could get into.

That's if you had a couple hundred grand for the entrance fee.

"I'll count to five and I expect Alaric in front of my face." Rico shot two bullets up into the air half an hour before the last guest could be granted access to this room, bullets flying up into the stone ceiling of the once quiet expensive area, earning everyone's attention in the most annoyed way.

"Marabel, you do this every time you want something. You would think by now you would hit the same spot." A hefty man approached the two with his arms out to welcome her into his arms, a kiss to both her cheeks. Shaking the hand of the lead singer afterwards.

"Yet, I still have to get your attention when you know I am coming." She replied back, returning the kiss, holding onto his shoulders before taking a step back, following after the two men who walked in the direction of a large black jack table.

Despite Rico and Hobie being in the most successful underground band, not many people in this room connected the dots. They stayed away from mainstream music, not connecting their two high paying customers who were touring the world and of course, not knowing the lead singer was Spider-Punk who Alaric often transfers money to when he wants someone gone.

"I am guessing you have what was requested?" Rico said while sitting down, thanking the servant who pulled out her chair for her, one leg crossed over the other. The table suddenly became empty as the three of them sat, guards surrounding them all.

Alaric nodded, sitting up just a bit before motioning over to the darker part of the room with his two fingers, requesting whoever it was to bring over a file. The servant gently placed it down in front of Hobie, giving Alaric a nod before moving away.

"What you wanted is right there, but for you Mara. Here is what you wanted." He reached into his suit and pulled out a small envelope, handing it across the table before the two went silent and started to read.

Meanwhile at a private park of the casino, the dark eyed accomplice with a black suit and tie on was sitting in an empty room just above the room where they were at. He put his duffle bag down and quickly pulled out a computer, wires and headphones, wasting no time connecting them into the wall and a keypad to get inside a small steel door that blocked him off from the surveillance room. He could faintly hear the sounds of the two security guards inside the room laughing and mouth full of food, knowing all he had to do was slip in and knock them out with a chloroform rag.

"Fuck." He whispered to himself, biting his lip as he listened closely while picking the lock and slipping inside. The one guard had left the room, shutting the door behind him to answer a phone call which left the other vulnerable, overlooking everything down below. With multiple cameras and tvs in the room to make sure no one was cheating on the floor, the giant window was present so they could have another line of vision.

The accomplice slowly walked up behind the guard, placing the rag over his mouth before pulling him off the chair and placing a hand over his eyes. "Shh..Sh.. Just sleep." He mumbled in a fake accent, groaning when he felt the other slam his fist down on his shin. If Opium had half a mind, he would've stabbed him, but he did want to go overseas for their tour; so he let the man be free to see another day.

Once the guard was knocked out and placed under the table, Opium rushed to lock both doors so no one could come in. He connected his computer and did what he's been trained to do, things he practiced to do in this situation hundreds of times. He had such little time left, he knew he had to hack into the system with a specific code if he wanted to get the real answers.

"I'm in." Opium whispered into the microphone. "Ozzy? Crass? Where are you?"

The front of the casino was still lively, as if many illegal transactions were not happening behind closed doors just meters away from them. As if the computers were about to be locked down and everyone would lose their money in different ways. The dirty blonde man stood in between two slot machines as the other sat on a cushioned seat, betting less than five dollars and winning every time. "We hear you. We haven't seen her yet, but Miles texted and said to be on alert. They are on the roof right now, if we see her we will let you know when to set the trap." Ozzy replied back, pretending to be talking to Crass.

Back in the room where Rico and Hobie sat, Hobie chose to not speak this time around and let Rico do all the talking. Both files were now closed, both with two different lives that had no reason to be correlating together.

"Who is she?" Rico asked finally, the file neatly sat on her lap.

"We don't exactly know." Alaric replied shortly back, giving her a look.

"This is up your alley, you deal with supernatural things that make no sense."

"I do, but this isn't just something I can go off and find. You know me, Mara. I don't go looking for things, they find me."

Rico rested her elbow on the table, her red nails tapping against her chin as she gave a short smile. "So she came to you, she found you."

Alaric chuckled, hugging his hands together before nodding. "Something like that, she said she was sent here from this explosion. Her brothers are here, too. Wanted some cash to pretend to be a normal person, though she could fit in. Last time I saw her she was getting in a limo with President Ozzy," he trailed off and stared at Hobie before looking back to Rico. "That was a few weeks ago, now I heard underground she is trying to kill Spider-Punk. Something about a parent telling her to do so, but that's all I know."

Rico hummed, the tapping aggressively picking up before her hand came down to the file once more.

Deep in Hobie's ear came Opium, static and words coming out broken. "H– Hobie!"

Hobie flinched from the loud ringing, causing Alaric to look over at him with a raised eyebrow of confusion, his face screwed in 'worry'.

"You need–"

"Do you think there is a reason why the President wants her all of a sudden?"

"Same reason you want her and I want her. She is a money maker, imagine the venom that runs in her veins, you could make millions by the bidders at the auction. We had many great items, wish you could've been there the past few ones."

"Go! He wo–"

"Alaric, you know me. I only come when the number for an item is more than my bank account, and you know you haven't had that in awhile." Rico teased back, kicking Hobie's foot under the table as she kept a straight face.

"It's a trap! He works for your dad! She's here!"

Hobie suddenly stood up, grinning down to Alaric before taking Rico's hand into his own. "You know we work on a tight schedule, we will surely try to make another one of your auctions again." He finally said, speaking for the first time since they got there.

Alaric rose as well, nodding his head at them before letting them leave too easily. Hobie rushed them out of the room, but tried to make it look natural.

"What happened? What did Opium say?" Rico said in a hushed tone, looking back to Alaric who lifted up a walkie-talkie to his mouth while watching the two of them walk away.

"Keep your head down and walk, we need to go. Opium, open the door to the left of the gold room." Hobie made sure he was the one behind Rico when leaving the room, not risking anything happening to her if she had her back to him in a vulnerable state. Hobie has spider senses, he knew, he knew something was about to happen and his head was going crazy.

"Hobie! You have to go! You have three minutes to get to the car, he's coming with her right now." Miles' voice rang through the ear piece. Miles, Gwen and Pav all were on the nearby roofs different blocks away, all three eyes on the car that was about to drop off Bora and Brix.

The two banked left towards the door that opened as they walked up to it, shutting behind them when two guards emerged from the door to find them but came to find no one but the paying customers on the floor. In the alleyway sat the running engine of a black car with tinted windows, their oldest accomplice in the driver seat. The group all jumped into the car with no time to waste, Opium made it just in time as Miles, Gwen and Pav informed they would meet them back at the hotel. Right as they sat in the leather seats, the driver accelerated before the doors even shut.

Hobie pulled out the file and tossed it into the front where Opium caught it, he tossed his head back with his leg shaking with heavy adrenaline, their hearts racing.

"How'd it go?" The driver asked with his hood up, speeding out of the alley and into the side streets they talked about in the plans. The group was a panting mess, but something about Hobie had their eyes all strained on him and the file.

"It was a set up, Alaric had wired your conversation and set a notification prior to you two coming to him." Opium said from the seat behind the driver. "He was going to blow that whole place up if it meant his life was on the line, too."

Hobie faced death on many occasions, but to know his whole group of friends were within the vicinity of that, it caused him to feel sick.

"Did you manage to do it this time?" Hobie asked next to him.

"Yeah, our faces are wiped from the system. I managed to hack the face recognition on our own in case they try to get the police involved. Our prints won't be detected seeing as it's in a club that closes at 2 in the morning, and it is.." he looked down at his watch. "Not even ten yet."

"Did he give you the file, Rico?" The driver asked, glancing at her from the rearview mirror.

"Yeah, her name is Bora. She comes from a family of inheritors that hunts Spider people. Although this is information that we briefly knew, she is working with the president now. She seems to be on a double mission, but she isn't alone."

"It's her brother, right? Brix."

"No, it's your sister. She is hunting you as well, but not as Spider-Punk. As you." Rico said, dropping a bombshell of information on the group. "Your dad hates you, but he hates Spider-Punk more, something about him is making him get all these villains from different realities to come here and hunt you. Your sister will be the least of our concerns."

"If it comes down to it, I'll kill my sister. No one else needs that blood on their hands." Hobie mumbled after a few minutes of silence within the car, a collective gasp leaving their lips.

"What was in the file he gave you?"

Opium closed the folder and handed it back to Hobie, a pained look on his face for once in his life over a person. There weren't any words shared between the group as they traveled down Atlantic City streets, making their way back to the hotel. This part was always very quiet, especially when Hobie would go out on his own and pick off higher ups around the city for a wad of cash in his bank account the next day.

But one thing was true, it was never over for them being friends–no, family–to Hobie Brown.

As they arrived in the underground parking lot of the hotel, they all left the car one by one. When they shut the doors, the driver who was designated by Ares to always be around them in times like this, tossed the keys underneath the right back wheel like always.

They left the car in the underground parking lot, already seeing a group of men enter the car to take it away with all their prints and any little bit of evidence in there was gone. They never knew where Ares got all these getaway vehicles in dire situations, but it wasn't their job to know anyway.

As the group walked further into the empty parking lot, Rico stopped before shaking her head, clearing her throat to get their attention. "Hobie, what was in your file that he gave you." She re-asked the question again, knowing whatever it was, was going to eat him alive.

Hobie glanced at Ozzy to back him up, leaning against a stone pillar that blocked off certain parking spots so no one would hit each other. "My dad has a hit out on (Y/N) because whoever tried to assault her in the alleyway months ago, planned to see me, Spider Punk, there. But my dad hates me and hates Spider-Punk, so he thinks that by killing her or kidnapping her 'one of us' will retaliate against him and make it easier to lure us out in the open." Hobie explained.

Opium bumped shoulders with him, walking away from the group as they all looked at him in confusion. "Wasn't that the plan? If your Dad thinks you like someone, it'll take the target off your back. We're getting good use out of her like planned." He chuckles and walks backwards, spinning around as the group follows behind. He pulled out his phone and rang the oblivious girl, talking loudly that he needed her services as soon as possible.

Rico didn't follow, staying by his side as Hobie stayed quiet, looking up at him with a hand on his forearm. "If it makes you feel any better, I really like her. You won't lose her in this one." She mumbles, patting his arm before following after the group, jumping onto Ozzy's back.

"Yeah." He murmurs.