r/HellsKitchenNY

“Patsy, why the &$%# am I here again?”

Patsy Walker laughs to herself.

Silly Jessica Jones. Silly sillly Jessica Jones. Isn’t it obvious?

“…no?”

Jessica looks at Patsy, a perfect blend of annoyed and confused.

Obviously we’re holding tryouts to find models for my upcoming charity event! It’s like you didn’t even read my email.

“I didn’t.”

You should, I really put my heart into it.

“Why did you ask me of all people?”

Were you ever going to agree to be a model for this, Jess?

“Absolutely not.”

You are one of my only friends who’d say that outright, so I need you to help me judge!

“…I guess that makes sense? Did this really have to take place in front of my office though?”

Yes.

Jessica puts her head in her hands in exasperation. This is going to be a long day, but knowing Patsy, it’s a longer one if she doesn’t get go along with this.

A sign is out front that reads “Model Tryouts at Alias Investigations For Good Cause”.

She needs about 10 to pull this off. Hopefully someone bites.

OOC: Any character is free to interact with this! Know that for the actual event, the character must be someone content wearing dresses.

Peter Benjamin Parker woke up one day in his Spider costume with a nasty headache. He was lying face up in a dumpster, and at first he thought he was suffering a really bad hangover, considering how bright the city of New York was, but even after he sat there in the garbage for about an hour, the bright lights hadn't stopped.

Scrambling out of his impromptu bed, he ripped off his mask and goggles, stuffing them in his pocket before walking out of the alleyway, looking around at the impossibly tall buildings and the bright lights, trying to figure out what the hell was even going on when suddenly he felt a familiar pain in the back of his neck - his sixth sense was telling him something, and when he figured it out, he suddenly felt the need to down multiple bottles of hard whiskey - He was in another universe entirely.

The first thing he needed to do was gather information, and luckily, in this universe, information was free, at the tips of his fingers, and lightning fast. Never in his life did he ever think he'd appreciate public libraries, but this internet thing was mighty convenient for a detective like him.

According to his research, the war he fought had ended over a hundred years ago in this universe which meant all of his friends and loved ones were long dead, if they had existed at all in this universe, all of the names he used as aliases in the war, including one Benjamin Reilly, were all real people, dead or otherwise, and to make things much worse, he wasn't the only Spider anymore. In fact, he wasn't even the only Peter Parker.

Reeling from these new discoveries of his, he stumbled around the new New York, trying to figure out his next move. He couldn't possibly continue his detective business, especially since he didn't even have a legal name in this universe, and with prices being what they were, living was going to be much more difficult, which meant the only thing he could do was continue being The Spider, right?

As these thoughts rang through his mind, suddenly he was stopped by a particularly friendly neighbor asking for his name, and Peter panicked. None of his usual aliases worked here, so he'd have to just make one up on the spot.

Unfortunately, Peter had never been that good at lying.

"Uhh... B-Ben.... Benjamin. Benjamin... H-Hardy? P-Parker! Benjamin Hardy-Parker, ma'am," he'd told her. He explained that his folks had divorced, and he really didn't like talking about the fact that he had two last names, and rushed off, not realizing how badly he had just screwed everything up.

Well, no time to think about that now, he needed to find a place to eat, then get to Spidering, as much as he really didn't want to. But the city was always going to need a Spider, and it's not like he had anything else he could be doing.

I was out on a mission, bing bang boom, I got Anti-Venom, so now… I’m Agent Anti-Venom! Has anyone seen my pal, Spidey around?

"You guys sure are persistent tonight." The Black Cat announced as she stood surrounded by Maggia goons.

The moment one of their fingers twitched she was on the move. A swift hard punch to the face, followed up by a kick to the gut on the first guy, and he was laid out.

Aria didn't waste a second. Pivoting smoothly, she aimed a perfect roundhouse kick at the second Maggia goon. Her boot connected with its head, the impact so precise and forceful that the goon's body twisted and was sent flying, landing several feet away with a hard thud. Then she moved on to the third and forth, easily taking them down as well. Her attacks leaving one of the surrounding men to get an open shot off.

BLAM!

She tried to dodge, but it was too slow for once. Her reflexes making so she took the gunshot to the abdomen, through and through. She recoiled in pain and coughed up blood with a shocked expression before collapsing on the spot. She panted, clutching the wound, and desperate. Cursing under her breath as it seemed like all hope was lost.

"#@%&, I got too cocky..." She uttered and strained to get up as the man approached her to finish the job. "No.. I can't.. die here..."

She shoots out a zip-wire that finds it way to wrap around her assailants neck, then pulls down with all her remaining strength to get one final attack in. Straining her wound and making her grunt, but all the while worth it.

Or so she thought...

One remaining Maggia member stepped forward as she collapsed once again, leaving her open for whatever attack he had in mind.

((OOC: Available for Interaction. Save my girl or don't–))

When there’s a mystery in New York, you only have one real option if you want it solved: Jessica Jones’s Alias Investigations.

Well, Mary Jane definitely has a mystery on her hands. Missing time? Everyone saying she died? Scattered memories, nightmares of vines and tendrils, it’s all there.

So, she makes her way to Hell’s Kitchen. Why does she keep staring at the tops of the buildings? Why does she long to feel the wind in her hair as she soars? She’s normal, right? Bury the thought, MJ, it’s nothing.

You’re here.

Knock knock.

Patrols were a part of Spider-Man’s daily life. Always something he loved doing, and it meant helping others too.

Spider-Man stood on the edge of the building; his gaze wandered down towards the people walking past below. He leaped and shot a web from his wrist, the web swiftly connecting with a building, as he began to swing through the city.

With each swing, his expression hardened. One simple mistake..

And he would.

Well, he doesn’t like thinking about that.

Bad thoughts only drag a person down, anyway.

Then, he heard something in the distance.

A loud, but distant scream.

The change of course was sudden, as Spidey swung towards the sound of it. His movements quickened with each passing second until he lunged forward, landing on the ground. His eyes darted, searching around until he saw you.

New York City
The Docks
3 PM

Another day, another shipment the Fisk goons were meant to sabotage and loot. The fat man's troops moved in quietly with efficiency - they had to do this quickly and quietly, before someone called for help. Not only did the troops not want to have to deal with New York City's two red heroes, but they also had their boss's reputation on the line. If Spider-Man or Daredevil showed up, Fisk would have another public incident on his hands, and of course, the boss man would punish them for that.

So while some of them worked, the others kept their eyes on the skylines, looking out for webs, chains, tied-up, or even webbed-up crooks. A flash of red, maybe a punch line or two if they were lucky.

But unfortunately for them, the red-clad rogue stopping them this time wasn't skybound. Rather, he was right behind them.

Parker Robbins' Cloak of Oblivion was certainly a bag of tricks. With it, Parker could teleport, control flames, and do all sorts of other cool things, but most importantly for this scenario - turn invisible. With this ability, Parker was able to walk right into their patrol, aim down his sights... and...

BANG

See, Fisk's men were banking on a different red super-powered person from New York making a scene. Someone who operated in stealth, only throwing hands when it was necessary, but also rarely taking a life.

But unfortunately, Parker Robbins wasn't the Spider nor the Devil. He was The Hood. And The Hood didn't have any qualms with getting a little bloody.

As the first man fell, all guns were swiftly aimed at Parker's location. Nobody moved a muscle. Some thugs wondered if going quiet was still possible as Parker studied the enemies around him. This was all Fisk sent? Thirty to forty guys? El Gordo was getting sloppy.

Eventually, one of the men spoke up, telling Parker to throw down his weapons or they would open fire. That proved to be a mistake as Parker simply held his breath and disappeared again. As panic ensued, with the thugs scrambling for their infrared goggles, Parker reappeared and took out two more guys.

"Come on! I thought you guys were supposed to be good at this," he crowed, before grinning sadistically and opening fire, shredding through Fisk's men like paper.

At this, the remaining troops began opening fire. Parker, who had not thought to duck behind cover, took several bullet wounds to the chest, bleeding into his suit. But that didn't stop him. He remarked, of course, that they were good shots. But as his wounds healed, they soon found out that they weren't good enough.

The last thing the goons heard was the rattling of demonic machine guns and the sadistic laughter of The Hood.

Shortly after the goons were taken care of, Parker dialed up his new buddy.

"Yo! Shipment's safe and sound, and Fisk's a handful of guys down. Where'm I hittin' next?"

Thor slams down on the ground from space in New York

“Space was fun but I couldn’t leave Earth for a while. It’s like I never left! I wonder what Tony or Steve are up to. Clinton’s probably already out of retirement. Haven’t seen brother in a while, he’s probably doing some big trick.”

Thor walks into a sandwich shop and looks at the menu.

“The food in space can never compare to Earth’s. I’ll have… There’s so many good choices.”

“You gonna order something or not?” The clerk says.

“I’ll just have a coffee and an egg sandwich with cheese.”

“Okay and also we don’t allow hammers, but since you’re an avenger I’ll allow it.”

After a while he gets his coffee and sandwich and heads outside. Sitting on a bench in Central Park.

“This coffee just like when I last had it. I’ve missed you Earth!”

The Maggia are no joke. People know this. Aria knew this, but one thing about the Black Cat, she liked to play.

Black Cat bolted across rooftops as a few Maggia goons followed suit, chasing after her. The thrill of danger had her elated, she was completely on cloud nine with no sign of coming down. She dodged or used her intangibility to avoid oncoming bullets, and clutched the detonater for her mission in hand. She was having too much fun leading the group away, while the other clueless fools stayed behind to search for her surprise.

Once she was a certain good distance away?

BOOM.

A building in the distance blew up in flames. A Maggia hideout. Leaving the others distracted and distraught for Aria's complete getaway.

Everyone knows the Maggia aren't to be messed with, but she didn't care. They needed to be knocked down a peg.

"Phew. That was a good workout."

She came to a stop, and settled down finally. Letting her high dissipate as she was now away from all the commotion.

((Ooc: Interactable if you so feel like it.))

after an argument with hisako, Colin flew across New York feeling…empty, he had messed up as a leader not telling her about them fighting zeke, the symbiote or how zeke was still at the mansion. so he had flown to New York just patrolling the streets looking for the symbiote, jumping from building to building, the wind blowing through his hair. his scarf blowing in the wind as he ran.

for nine hours he patrolled the streets before eventually coming to a stop. he sighed sitting atop a building looking out at new york, thinking…questioning if he was worthy to lead the young x-men and where the symbiote could be…

ooc: this is open to pretty much any form of interaction, heroes, villains, anyone can interact with him, fighting, talking whatever you want, i hope everyone is having an amazing day because you all deserve it and yeah byeee :)

There is a knock on the mansion door well more of you would here a loud bang if you were to investigate you would see a giant rock man picking up the door

“Hi sorry I accidentally knocked on the door to hard”

((OOC: I’m resetting his lore and making him a student and younger also uhh art is by u/anonymous-muse ))

It’s hard to be gorgeous in New York. It’s like the world warms up around you, constant eyes noticing every breath I take.

But I choose this. I choose to be bright red, to make them all stop and stare. Billboards wear my face with pride, magazines flaunt my body to sell out, Broadway serenades everyone with my voice as the star actress. I’m the prize, and I’m as incredible as incredible can be.

Vacation was fun, but I missed the rush of the city. I missed sticking my head out of the window and hearing sirens, the wind rushing as a new cape flies by, the light-shows I get every night thanks to whatever supervillain decided it was their day to cause problems. Let the big boys handle the fires; I’m happy with the stage.

So, what’d I miss?

Ah, New York. The city tonight was abuzz with the chaos of the nightlife. Some people were heading home, others were heading elsewhere to party, but this was a time of rest. For most people, the setting sun indicated that it was time to hang up their hats and head home.

But for Parker Robbins, that was when the party started.

After getting locked up by the Kingpin, alongside Captain America, some gold space guy, and a couple of other of them so-called Heroes, Parker had found himself craving more power. He needed a way to get back at those who left him behind or screwed him over.

Then he found it.

Or rather, it found him.

The Cloak of Oblivion. His ticket to the wealth, power, and fame that he needed, for himself and those close to him.

Now, cloaked in both darkness and nothingness, Parker stalked the back alleys of his home, planning and scheming under the cover of shadows.

This city had taken his father, and threatened to take more from him.

So now, he'll take it all back, with interest in mind.

Soon, everyone would know his name.

And they'd learn to fear him. To respect him.

This city would belong to The Hood.

Carlie Cooper stood just beyond the yellow tape, latex gloves pulled tight over her hands as she studied the crime scene with a practiced, analytical stare. Another body. Another scene that looked wrong in ways she couldn’t quite put into words yet. The evidence was there, scattered across the pavement, footprints, damaged property, a pattern of injuries, but something about it told her this wasn’t an isolated incident. She glanced toward the other officers, then back to her notes. “Same M.O.,” she muttered, quietly enough that only she could hear. New York had always been a city with too many crimes and too few answers, but lately? There were too many of these.

Carlie crouched beside a piece of evidence, carefully photographing it before reaching for her kit. Whoever was behind this had made mistakes. Everyone did. The trick was figuring out what those mistakes were before they struck again.

Zodiac Sits on a luxury office chair inside a building of hell's kitchen, most of the occupants dead, a few kept alive for that famous devil of hell's kitchen to save when he's done here, his goons are surrounding the building inside and out. Watching Marc squirm at just the thought of him being out of prison, god it makes him so happy, but he's not here to hurt Marc Spector, Steven Grant, or Jake Lockley, no no no, he's here to help them. His friends, that tiger woman, the few avengers still in contact with him, that kid arachnid, just distractions!

A terrified hostage watches him observing the Moon Knight, he's wearing a mask but they could almost swear he's giddy, as if he's completely ignoring the one rule all criminals in new York have to follow...you don't f#@k with the fist of Khonshu, and smiling about it. They speak, voice shaky and full of terror

"W-who the hell are you?!"

Zodiac looks at them, laughing to himself about them having the courage to speak to him, he motions for his guard to lower his gun, stands from his chair and raises his pistol to the hostage's head.

"Me? You can call me, Zodiac."

Bang.