After the attack by Kingpin's men, Daredevil knew he couldn't stay in the safe house anymore. Not that it was particularly safe to begin with.
After saying farewell to Daredevil, Luke made his way to Queens alone.
He arrived at the house Daredevil had rented for him, a modest bungalow in a quiet neighborhood.
To his surprise, the house next door belonged to none other than Ben Parker's family.
That's right—the Ben Parker. The same one who would one day shape Spider-Man's destiny.
Though at this point, Peter Parker was still just a regular high school kid.
And how did Luke know that for sure?
Because Uncle Ben was still alive.
When Luke arrived, he spotted the old man casually watering the flowers on his balcony, completely unaware of the fate that awaited him in the near future.
The house Daredevil had set him up with was a typical American-style bungalow, much like the rest of the homes lining the street.
Two floors, a small front yard, a garage, and even a basement.
Luke pushed open the door.
The place was fully furnished with all the essentials, ready for immediate move-in.
Not that Luke had much to move in with.
Just two suitcases. Both filled with money.
Other than cash, he didn't have much to his name.
He let out a satisfied sigh and flopped onto the couch.
"Finally, a place to crash."
Now, he had money, an identity, and a home.
It wasn't much, but in the Marvel world, it was a start.
"Next step—pay a little visit to Kingpin and borrow some blood. I need to summon the Shadow Demon."
He smirked at the thought and switched on the TV, stretching out in full relaxation mode, just like a certain well-known gangster boss in the movies.
He had just started to settle in when—
Ding-dong!
The doorbell rang.
Luke groaned and got up, his expression less than thrilled as he opened the door.
Standing outside was a teenage boy holding a plate of freshly made pancakes, the steam still rising from them.
"Hi, my name's Peter Parker. I live next door," the boy said with a bright, sincere smile. "My aunt made these and wanted me to bring some over to welcome you to the neighborhood."
Luke blinked in surprise, then quickly recovered, accepting the plate with a grin.
"Nice to meet you, Peter Parker, I'm Luke Constantine. Btw, thank your Aunt for me That's really nice of her." He took a bite and nodded in approval.
"And Tell your aunt these are great!" he added with a mouthful of pancake.
There was no point in being cold to someone this friendly.
Plus, free food was free food.
Peter nodded. "Also, my Uncle Ben thought you might not have had time to cook yet, so he wants to invite you over for dinner tonight."
Luke stared at the kid, momentarily speechless.
This family… they really were as kind-hearted as the comics made them out to be.
After agreeing to join them for dinner, Luke watched as Peter jogged back home.
He couldn't help but shake his head in amusement.
This kind of warm neighborly welcome wasn't unusual, especially in friendly communities like this.
It made sense that the Parker family would be the type to uphold the tradition.
That evening, Luke arrived at the Parker household on time and rang the doorbell.
Of course, he didn't come empty-handed.
He brought along a bottle of red wine and a box of chocolates as a small gesture of appreciation.
Soon, the door swung open, revealing a warm and charming woman in her late thirties. She greeted him with a welcoming smile.
"You must be Peter Parker's aunt, right?" Luke said, handing over the bottle of wine and chocolate. "Thanks for the pancakes earlier. They were really delicious."
The woman chuckled and shook her head playfully. "Just call me Aunt May, like Peter does."
Her inviting demeanor eased Luke's usual guarded nature.
She motioned for him to come inside, and as he stepped in, he found himself in a cozy, lived-in home.
Around the dining table sat Peter Parker, his uncle Ben, and two more guests—a chubby kid with an enthusiastic expression and a beautiful blonde girl.
Peter stood up, gesturing to Luke.
"Everyone, this is, Luke Constantine," Pete introduced, I looked at them and nodded,
"Luke, this is my Uncle Ben." The older man gave Luke a firm nod.
"And these are my best friends—Ned Leeds and Gwen Stacy."
Luke exchanged greetings with everyone before taking a seat at the table.
Aunt May soon brought out a spread of home-cooked dishes.
The air filled with the aroma of roasted chicken, mashed potatoes, and freshly baked bread.
Unlike the quiet, formal meals Luke was used to, this dinner was lively, full of conversations and laughter.
He let himself relax, joining in the friendly banter, his usual guarded nature slipping away little by little.
Just as he was settling into the warm atmosphere, something shifted beyond the realm of reality.
—
Far away, in a dimension outside of time and space, in the depths of Limbo, a grand and sinister palace loomed.
The air crackled with dark energy.
Inside the vast hall, kneeling before a throne of molten stone, was N'astirh, the first demon Luke had ever summoned.
He trembled, not daring to lift his head.
Before him sat an immense and terrifying figure—the lord of Limbo, Belasco.
The demon lord's voice boomed through the chamber.
"So, you were the first to be summoned by the one they call 'Mordo'?" His words carried an overwhelming force, making N'astirh's body tremble.
"Y-yes, my lord..." N'astirh stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I... I did not expect it... The ritual—"
A parchment fell from the air, landing before the kneeling demon.
"Was it this ceremony?" Belasco demanded.
N'astirh carefully picked up the parchment, his eyes widening in horror.
"Yes! My lord, this is it!" He could never forget the intricate markings, the dark incantations—this was the exact summoning ritual that had pulled him to Earth.
Belasco rose from his throne, his enormous form casting a shadow that stretched across the palace.
"The sorcerers of Kamar-Taj..." His voice was laced with fury. "They have violated our agreement!"
Two centuries ago, the sorcerers of Kamar-Taj had used forbidden rituals to summon demons for combat training.
When Belasco and the other Hell Lords discovered this, they forced Kamar-Taj to abandon such practices.
But now, only two hundred years later, the ritual had been used again—this time with even greater consequences.
His fiery eyes burned with rage. "Ancient One... you have gone too far."
The air in the chamber grew heavy, thick with dark energy.
"Prepare the dimensional gateway," Belasco ordered, his voice seething with wrath. "This time, I will go to Earth myself!"
...
"Luke, so you're in the credit business?"
"Ah, yeah. It's a broad field, but I usually take on out-of-town orders. I don't do local work."
"Wow, young and successful. That's impressive."
The dinner conversation flowed effortlessly, making the evening pleasant for everyone.
By the time the meal was over, Luke had successfully gotten to know Peter Parker's family—his kind-hearted Uncle Ben and Aunt May—as well as Peter's two close friends, Ned and Gwen.
Especially Gwen.
That was surprising.
Under normal circumstances, Ned's presence usually indicated this was the Tom Holland version of Spider-Man—the MCU's third-generation web-slinger.
In that world, Gwen Stacy didn't exist.
Instead, the main love interest was Michelle Jones, or MJ.
But here Gwen Stacy was, sitting at the dinner table.
"This... shouldn't be a Spider-Gwen universe, should it?" Luke mused silently.
The Marvel multiverse was filled with countless variations.
Any slight shift in reality could change who would ultimately become Spider-Man—or if Peter would even become Spider-Man at all.
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The night carried on with laughter and casual conversation, making it the most relaxing evening Luke had experienced since arriving in this world.
Eventually, the dinner came to an end, and before parting ways, Luke exchanged contact information with everyone before heading back to his own home.
Dropping onto the sofa, he let out a deep sigh. "You know, if you ignore all the messed-up stuff, the Marvel world would actually be a nice place to live."
No Thanos.
No alien invasions.
No insane villains trying to destroy reality itself.
In a peaceful version of Marvel, this neighborhood would actually be a great place to retire.
The people were kind, the atmosphere was friendly...
"The only downside? There's barely anything entertaining to do."
Luke picked up his phone, staring at the outdated tech in his hands. Marvel's world was one of extremes—on one hand, Tony Stark had micro-nuclear fusion, alien exosuits, and holographic AI assistants.
On the other, civilian technology was so behind that it was laughable.
Take his phone, for example—the latest model of the "Stark" brand. It still had massive top and bottom bezels, practically big enough to land an aircraft carrier on.
And this was considered high-end! Meanwhile, Peter Parker was still using an old-school slider phone.
This massive gap between advanced and everyday technology was even more obvious in entertainment.
The Marvel world lacked good video games—there were only one or two decent ones, and none that truly stood out as groundbreaking.
"They have holographic projection tech, yet no one's thought of making a head-mounted VR for gaming? Unforgivable."
Luke shook his head.
If developers from his old world were here, they'd be in absolute shock at how underdeveloped entertainment was.
Still, with nothing better to do, he unlocked his phone and opened one of the few decent games available— Super Premier League.
That's right.
It was essentially a fusion of League of Legends, Marvel, and even DC!
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