Hunter Zolomone believed in three rules.
Do not seek trouble.
Do not show unnecessary strength.
Do not get emotionally attached.
By the end of the week, he had already broken two.
The mutant boy—who timidly introduced himself as Eli—was currently asleep inside the greenhouse sanctuary room of the manor. A small fox curled at his side. Soft bioluminescent plants dimmed themselves as night settled outside.
Hunter stood near the center of the room, looking up at the ceiling window. The stars shimmered clearly above.
From the outside world, the manor did not exist.
The magical barrier bent perception. Those who walked near it simply… forgot to look. If someone forced their way close, the structure turned invisible or subtly displaced their path.
No one entered unless Hunter allowed it.
And yet—
He felt eyes on him again.
Not hostile.
Curious.
Persistent.
The next day at Midtown High was loud.
Hunter moved quietly through the hallways, hood up, hands in pockets.
He could hear heartbeats within a ten-meter radius. Smell subtle changes in the air. Sense weight distribution in footsteps.
Perfect body.
Perfect control.
And currently?
Mild annoyance.
"Hey."
He paused.
A girl stood in front of him, blocking his path.
Red hair tied loosely. Intelligent green eyes. Sharp posture. Athletic but lean.
She tilted her head slightly.
"You transferred here three weeks ago," she said. "You don't talk. You don't join clubs. You don't react when Flashina teases you."
Flashina—the tall blonde track star who had attempted to provoke him twice already.
Hunter blinked once.
"Okay."
The redhead narrowed her eyes.
"Okay?"
"Yes."
"…That's it?"
"Yes."
A muscle in her jaw twitched.
"I'm Mary Jane Watson," she said finally. "Most people call me MJ."
Hunter gave a small nod. "Hunter."
"I know."
Silence.
Students nearby pretended not to watch.
MJ stepped closer.
"You move like you're trained."
Hunter remained still.
"I walk," he replied calmly.
She stared at him for a long second.
Then smiled slightly.
"You're interesting."
"I try not to be."
She laughed softly.
Before she could say anything else—
A blur of red and blue dropped from the ceiling vent behind them.
Students gasped.
Spider-Woman landed in a crouch.
Confident.
Graceful.
The classroom lights reflected off her suit.
Hunter did not look surprised.
He had sensed her heartbeat since morning.
She stood, tilting her masked head slightly.
"Morning, Midtown."
Cheers erupted.
MJ crossed her arms. "Show-off."
Spider-Woman laughed lightly.
Her white lenses shifted—
And focused on Hunter.
There it was again.
That curiosity.
Hunter looked back calmly.
No fear. No admiration.
Just… acknowledgment.
Her head tilted slightly more.
Interesting.
That afternoon, Hunter walked home deliberately slower than usual.
He stopped by a grocery store.
Bought fruits.
Vegetables.
Meat.
Milk.
Basic things.
Normal things.
He walked through a quiet alley on purpose.
The air shifted.
A soft thip sound echoed.
A web-line blocked the alley exit.
Another sealed the entrance.
Hunter sighed.
From above, Spider-Woman descended upside down, stopping inches from his face.
"Hi," she said cheerfully.
Hunter looked at her calmly.
"Hello."
"You're very calm."
"Yes."
She rotated gracefully and landed in front of him.
"You weren't surprised this morning."
"I have good hearing."
She stepped closer.
"You weren't scared either."
"Should I be?"
She grinned beneath the mask.
"Most people are."
"I'm not most people."
She circled him slowly.
He didn't move.
"You fought three gang members two weeks ago in an abandoned warehouse," she said casually.
Hunter's eyes didn't change.
"They were harassing someone."
"You disarmed them in under five seconds."
"They were untrained."
She stopped in front of him.
"Who are you?"
"Hunter."
She folded her arms.
"That's not what I meant."
"I know."
Wind moved softly through the alley.
For a brief moment, silence stretched between them.
Then—
A scream echoed from the street beyond.
Both their heads turned instantly.
Explosion.
Gunfire.
Spider-Woman shot upward with a web.
Hunter looked at the grocery bags in his hand.
He closed his eyes briefly.
Peace.
He placed the bags gently beside a dumpster.
Then he vanished.
The robbery was messy.
Five armed women in tactical gear.
Advanced weapons.
Civilians trapped inside a bank.
Spider-Woman swung in through a shattered window.
She disarmed one instantly.
But two others aimed heavy plasma rifles toward hostages.
Too many angles.
Too many risks.
Her spider-sense flared violently—
But not toward the gunmen.
Behind them.
A blur moved.
One attacker dropped.
Then another.
Hunter stepped between the remaining gunwoman and the civilians.
The rifle fired.
He caught the plasma shot.
In his bare hand.
Compressed it.
Crushed it into sparks.
Everyone froze.
Even Spider-Woman.
Hunter moved once.
Precise.
Controlled.
Five seconds later, all robbers were unconscious.
He turned toward the civilians.
"You're safe," he said calmly.
Spider-Woman stared.
That wasn't enhanced human strength.
That wasn't normal.
That was absurd.
Hunter picked up a fallen jacket and handed it to a trembling old woman.
Then he walked toward the exit.
Spider-Woman landed in front of him.
"That was not normal."
He stepped around her.
"I never claimed to be normal."
She grabbed his wrist.
Instantly—
Her spider-sense exploded.
Not danger.
Not threat.
Something vast.
Contained.
Like standing near a sleeping sun.
Hunter gently removed her hand.
"You should focus on public relations," he said quietly. "They need reassurance."
"You just caught plasma."
"Yes."
"That melts steel."
"I noticed."
She stared at him.
"You're not a mutant."
"No."
"Enhanced?"
"No."
"Alien?"
"No."
"Magic?"
He paused for half a second.
"…Define magic."
Her lenses narrowed.
He walked past her.
This time, she didn't stop him.
But she didn't look away either.
That night, back at the manor—
Hunter finished cooking.
Eli sat at the table, swinging his legs.
"Did you fight again?" the boy asked softly.
Hunter placed food in front of him.
"Yes."
"Were you hurt?"
"No."
Eli hesitated.
"…Are you a hero?"
Hunter sat down across from him.
"No."
"Then why do you help people?"
Hunter thought for a moment.
"…Because I can."
Eli smiled.
"That's what heroes say."
Hunter didn't reply.
The system chimed.
[Dangerous Mission Completed]
Reward: 1,200 Points
Bonus: +300 Points (Minimal Public Exposure)
Total Balance: 2,000 Points
Shop Unlocked: Tier 1
A blue interface expanded before him.
Skills.
Artifacts.
Upgrades.
Information.
Hunter closed it.
Not yet.
He didn't need more power.
He needed control.
Peace required control.
Later that night—
A presence touched the outer barrier of the manor.
Gentle.
Testing.
Spider-Woman stood at the end of the empty street.
She frowned slightly.
There should be a house here.
Her spider-sense tingled strangely.
Like something inviting—
But also warning.
Hunter stood inside the greenhouse room, staring upward.
He felt her.
She could not see the manor.
But she felt it.
Smart girl.
He considered.
Then—
He allowed a small portion of the illusion to thin.
For half a second—
She saw it.
A grand manor.
Vines.
Soft golden light through tall windows.
Then it vanished again.
Her eyes widened behind the mask.
She whispered softly to herself.
"…Okay, hoodie boy. Who are you?"
Inside, Hunter exhaled slowly.
Trouble was coming.
He could feel it.
And no matter how much he tried to live quietly—
This world would continue to collide with him.
Above the manor, the stars shimmered.
And somewhere far away—
Forces much darker than street criminals had begun to notice a new presence in New York.
One that felt…
Divine.
I am using ai to write this fanfic novel i can not like it if you want it my first time writing this and inform that only the characther in mine not marvel so enjoy .....(""_"") give something if you want good day/night