A GATHERING of sorts, filled with rich folks. A house filled with high class men and women. As a particular man walks around, he nods to a group of men before entering the bathroom.

He closes the door slowly before he looks at himself in the mirror, removing his prosthetics.

A grin appearing on his lips as he pats the number 'eight' on his left wrist.

As he leaves the bathroom, blood is scattered as the people he has seen earlier, lifeless on the ground. A grouse scene to be more specific. Group of armed men nod at him as the man smirked.

"Bravo, Bravo!" Flinchley places a cigarette in his mouth, leaning down to take a seat as he makes himself comfortable. "Excellent execution. Well done!"

The group of men stand there, awkwardly. Flinchley senses this, his eyes rolling in amusement before breathing out one last huff of smoke as he stands up.

"You, gentlemen, have one last thing to do." He walks up to the bar, his back slightly slouched. His walk was not slow, more like... gentle. It was like he was walking on clouds. As he pulls out a bottle from the table, he pours in 3 glasses of the drink, humming slowly.

The armed men look at each other, a confused look plastered as they either furrow their eyebrows or shrug.

A loud CLAP snapped them out of their thoughts as Flinchley slowly handed them the bottles. They reluctantly accepted it, even more confused as they inspect the bottle.

Flinchley groaned in annoyance.

"Go ahead, drink the bloody bottle. You blokes deserve it." He spoke softy. He sits back on his chair, crossing his legs as he watched. The armed men still don't drink as they eye Flinchley in suspicion. "Go ahead." He waved.

One of them shrugged, slowly sipping the drink as the others watch him. As the glass was empty, he nodded at them. A nod telling them 'it was good'. It was enough of an answer for them as their eyes lit up, drinking the bottle.

But as a few seconds past, one collapses. Then the other, then the other....

Lifeless they were.

Flinchley looked around the room, studying it. The room full of the dead. People with blood smothered on their faces and the whole scenery was just a too highly explicit for an oblivious to see.

This brought a small smile on his face.

--

MIKAEL SLAPS A YOUNG Y/N IN THE FACE as he glares daggers at his son, his jaw clenching in anger and frustration. Y/N drops down to the floor, his face on his already reddened cheek as the tears start trembling.

"WEAK, PATHETIC. IS THAT WHAT YOU CALL A FIGHT!?" He screamed at the child. He grips Y/N's hair tightly as he harshly pulled him up, making the kid face him. "ARE YOU PATHETIC?"

"N-No." Y/N whimpered, the fear was already in his eyes. Mikael scrunches his face before headbutting the kid. He winced as his forehead started to get sore.

Before Mikael could hit him again, the sound of a doorbell rung, snapping him out. He pushes the kid on the ground before patting down his clothes. "I guess Fury is here..." He mumbled, acting like nothing happened. He looked down at his son glaring at him. "I tell you all the time, do not-- I repeat-- do not leave this room. If I see your face out of this door, you're dead. Understand?"

The young Y/N slowly nodded, his knees on his chest as he hugged it tightly.

Mikael sighed, leaving the room to open the front door.

"L/N. Sorry for barging in.." Fury looked around, rubbing his hands. "Where is Y/N?" He asked as he continued to look around. His eyes landing on a door.

Mikael noticed, nervously chuckling as he blocked it from his view. "School." He answered blankly. "Club-- School-- School club. You know kids.."

Fury furrowed his eyebrows before slowly entering, a suspicious look on his face.

"So, care for dinner?"

-

"Jakob.."

"Jakob..."

"Jakob..."

Y/N WAS SNAPPED OUT OF HIS THOUGHTS from the calling of his cover name. His head snapped towards the sound, meeting the face of his some therapist.

"Sorry, it er-- it happened again."

"The flashbacks?"

Y/N slowly nodded.

"I don't know how to explain this feeling but--" He trailed off, sighing as he gathered his thoughts. Luckily, his therapist was patient. "Somehow, my life just feels... It feels like I'm missing something."

"Happiness." The doctor answered. Earning a confused look. "You stated that before you retired, you worked for this place..... Can you describe that job?"

Y/N scratched his beard. Yes , beard. It was a nice thing to grow for his cover. Feels really manly too.

"Erm-- well, it was definitely a good job. No doubt I learned a lot.... but..." He trailed off in thought. As he thought, he started unconsciously rubbing his neck or his hands. It was probably a sign that it has somehow affected him, greatly. "At the end of the day, it was just too stressful. It would hurt me. Physically and Emotionally. So I thought that, you know-- taking a nice break from it all was a good decision."

"But you regret it..?"

Y/N quickly shook his head as he sighed.

"N-No, I definitely miss the place but I truly needed the break. Take my mind off things." Y/N then pulled out a small cigarette out of his pocket, lighting as he slowly inhaled. Before exhaling softly. Luckily, the therapist didn't mind. He understood cigarettes was good for coping. "But it's like-- the more I stay isolated, the more these thoughts just come into my head--"

"Then don't isolate yourself, sometimes you have to get out of your comfort zone."

Y/N clenched his jaw.

"Whats the point of taking a break if you need me to get out of the comfort zone?" Y/N glared at him, but the therapist didnt respond. This made Y/N scoff in amusement, before checking the time. "I have to go, I got a side job to do. Good luck in life or.... whatever."

--

"So how was therapy?" Fury asked on the other line. It was nice to catch up with what's going on in the other side.

Y/N scoffed.

"Therapy my ass. That shit doesn't even work. It's Stupid." He remarked, making his way up the steps of the apartment building. "Like honestly, how can they even solve my problems if they cant answer a simple question?"

"Well, at least give it one more chance."

"Already did, twenty-four chances in fact."

He could hear Nick sigh on the other line.

"Look just... Don't think on it too much." Nick stated. "Try to at least get a REAL job. I know it could get boring but... That's pretty much how you earn money."

Y/N scoffed, shaking his head in amusement. "Honestly, Nick. I'm fine. I really am." He reassured. As he made his way through the apartment, a small note slid under the door. Y/N raised an eyebrow at this before sliding it out with his foot, grabbing the piece of paper.

'PAST DUE' was written, earning a small sigh from L/N.

"But in all seriousness. We all really do miss you.." He heard Fury's voice in the other line.

Y/N snickered. "Of course you are, I'm dead." He joked but earned no respond, leading to clear his throat in awkwardness as he crumpled the note. "B--But yeah, I really do miss you guys.. too.."

He looked over the door next to his, smiling..

"Look I gotta go, I need to babysit the neighbors' child."

Nick was taken back from this. "Babysitting!?" He exclaimed, in denial. He started to burst out in laughter, which was not like him. Y/N simply let out an amused breath. "You're joking."

"N-No, they would sometimes pay me to take care of their nephew." He started explaining. "Parents dead. So they were left in charge. Apparently they got work today so I have to take care of the kid."

Nick raises an eyebrow.

"I never thought of you and caretaking could fit in the same sentence.."

Y/N was taken back, clearly offended. "Ouch." He let out, sarcastically placing his hand on his chest. "It hurts you think of me so low."

They both let out small chuckles.

"Alright, I don't want you to keep waiting. I'll see you in a bit."

"Thanks, Unc."

The line ended. A small smile appearing on Nick's lips. That was until he was snapped out of his thoughts.

"Who was that?" Questioned a feminine voice. Nick's head shot up, meeting the figure of a certain redheaded, assassin. Leaning against the door frame.

"Oh.... just catching up with an old friend.."

--

AS Y/N LIGHTLY KNOCKED ON THE DOOR the sound of it creaking open, revealing a nice man well dressed with small glasses on his eyes as he flashed Y/N a small smile.

"Jakob! I hope we didn't interrupt any other plans." He says, gesturing to come in, earning a smile from Y/N.

"Oh I was free the whole day. No worries Mr. Parker." Y/N reassured, scratching his beard as he entered. A smell of fresh cooking spreading around the room. As he had two feet set on the Parker grounds, a woman came out, holding a tray.

As she was struggling a bit, Y/N grabbed a pair of mitts and took it out of her hands. May was surprised by the kind gesture.

"Montgomery! Thank you for coming by the way!" She said in an excited tone, giving a side hug to Y/N before pulling away. "How was your work by the way?"

"No job, actually." He softly said. Guilt was forming as Aunt May regretted talking about it. Y/N sensed the tension, giving her a small smile. "No Worries, Mrs. Parker. I'm just glad to be here." He reassured.

Small yet loud footsteps were heard as it got louder and louder.

"Is that what I think it..... is.." He trailed off at the sight before him. Y/N gave him a small wave which gave Pete a wide smile. "Mr. Jakob!" He exclaimed rushing over to Y/N. Y/N chuckles as he picked Peter up.

"Oo, you're getting heavier and heavier, kid. Been working out?"

Y/N asked as Peter laughed.

"Oo, May! are we eating together?" Peter asked as he was set back down. May disappointingly shook her head. "No, sorry Pete. Me and Ben have work today. That's why Jakob is here. Right Mr. Montgomery?"

Y/N nodded and looked down at Pete. A frown appearing on his face. "Don't worry, kid. We can do whatever you want." Peter's eyes lit up as he looked up at Y/N.

"Anything?"

"Yeah, anything." Y/N pointed out. "We can build some LEGOs? Show me your comic stuff? Whatever man."

Peter's eyes lit up even more, jumping up and down in excitement as Y/N watched the whole thing unravel.

--

MIKAEL WAS WATCHING TV before a slow and small pat on his lap were felt. He looked down to see a young Y/N, holding a small envelope on his hands. He noticed how nervous he was.

"Speak up."

Y/N gulped down a forming lump in his throat before handing the letter. "The School is having a field trip this year." Y/N shakily said , pointing at the letter. "I was wondering if you could sign my permission slip, so me and my friends could--"

Mikael ripped the letter out of his hands. Y/N's lips were quivering as Mikael ripped it to pieces. To the point there was no chance of taping it together.

He then quickly turned his head at his son, glaring at him. He quickly got up, pulling his son's hair as he yelped.

"You... do not.... deserve the outside world..." He whispered as he threw his son back in 'the room'. Y/N groaned in pain, the tears were trembling as he slowly sobbed. "No food. No nothing! I have a meeting with Dr. Flinchley so do not-- I repeat! DO NOT even try to leave this room!"

-

"Jakob.."

"Jakob..."

"Jakob!"

Y/N WAS WATCHING TV before a slow and small pat on his lap were felt. He looked down to see the young Parker, waving at him. Calling for his attention.

"Sorry, Pete. What is it?"

"I did it! I repaired the phone!" The young kid exclaimed in a tone of excitement. He pulled out the small phone, handing it to Y/N.

"Oh! This is amazing, Pete. Where did--"

'News reports have indicated that multiple deceased last night in Beverly. A small gathering, before their party crashed.'

Y/N grabbed the remote, increasing the volume.

'According to the sources, no prints nor traces of the suspect were found in the scene. Indicating that it was indeed, well-thought. All was left was a small puppet and the bodies.'

The Television flashed a small video of the puppet. It's cloth had the number 'eight' written, causing Y/N to let out a confused look. He studied the image. It was so familiar to him. However, he was snapped out of his thoughts by Peter.

"Who cares? The Avengers will probably come back, right?"

The L/N looked down at the young and active kid, smiling.

"Maybe." Y/N shrugged as he checked out Peter's phone. "Where did you learn how to do this, Pete?" He asked, genuinely surprised.

"Youtube."

The young Parker answered like it was nothing. Y/N snickered.

"You have future kid, I'll give you that." He reached his hand out, returning the phone as Peter proudly smiled. "Who knows? You might be the next 'Tony Stark' ?"

"You really think so?" Peter asked, looking up at Y/N. "He is my hero, I don't think ill ever be like him."

Y/N amusedly exhaled through his nose. "Well don't be like him." He remarked, earning a raise of an eyebrow from the kid. "Try to be better. Aren't you like 12 or something?

"10. Actually." Peter corrected, earning a surprised look from Y/N.

"TEN!?" He exclaimed, startling the young Parker. "You're doing all of this at the age of Ten!?"

The young Peter ecstatically nodded as his eyes lit up. His lips curving up to a proud and wide smile as he watched Y/N. The L/N noticed, ruffling the child's hair as they continued to play around.

--

Y/N THANKED THE PARKERS before he closed the door behind him. As his two feet were passed the borders of the door frame, He didn't feel the same. He felt empty, again. He shook of the feeling as he entered his apartment.

As he stepped foot, he immediately poured down a shot, sinking it down his throat. He let out a small sigh as the liquid sinked through.

Suddenly, his thoughts went elsewhere. Unconsciously.

"WEAK, PATHETIC!"

"ARE YOU PATHETIC!"

"You... do not.... deserve the outside world..."

"I do..."

"NO, YOU DON'T!"

"Yes, I do..."

"NO, YOU DON'T!"

"YES I DO--"

The loud knocking snapped him from his breakdown. He frantically got up, jogging to his door as he turned the knob. As the door creaked open, May's concerned face was the first thing he saw.

"Jakob? Are you okay?" Aunt May asked, in genuine concern. Crossing her arms and tilting her head as she studied Y/N.

"O-Oh, yeah I'm good-- Mrs. Parker." Y/N stammered out, rubbing his neck nervously.

May though, raised an eyebrow.

"I heard screaming so I thought--"

"I-It was the television!" He instinctively cutted off. Although guilt was rising as he didn't mean to offend the woman. "Sorry, It was the er-- The movie I was watching! I'll lower the volume if that's what you want?"

May eyed him suspiciously.

"What's the name of this movie?"

"I-I don't know." May raised an eyebrow at his remark. "A friend sent it to me, told me to check it out...."

May squinted her eyes at him, before shrugging.

"Alright.... Just, keep it down. Will ya?"

"Of course, Mrs. Parker." The L/N answered, flashing a smile of reassurance, which May gladly returned. "I gotta go back to my thing, Thanks for the concern by the way." He waved, earning a nod from May as he slowly closed his door.

He let out a deep breath. One he never knew he was holding.

As he unconsciously looked around the room, his eyes landing at the table. A thing that was on top of it. He slowly walked towards it to be meeted by a familiar looking folder. Just, different contents.

The number 'eight' logo on the front of the manila folder.

He squinted his eyes, brushing his fingers over it. Contemplating.

But at the end, he shrugged it off. Grabbing the file and shoving it in his drawer, sliding it closed.

He rubbed his eyes as he let out a sigh.

"What a day..."

--

A/N: FIRST CHAPTER IS MORE OF A SET UP CHAPTER.

If you noticed, there was some symbolism over here if you are a fan of sorts.

If you compared the last memory to what he did out of the memory, you could see the difference between Y/N and Mikael [His father]

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