{DEKU} - Authors Note

Blackwhip - Ability/Power Name

"(Beso)" - Foreign Language (I simply don't want Google translate to say something wrong but I'll try at a later date)

'SMASH' - Conscious Mental Conversations/Thinking

{A/N: The abilities that I have given my character comes from the character Izuku 'Deku' Midoriya}

Adonis awoke to the shrill sound of his alarm, its persistent tone dragging him out of a peaceful sleep. From under the cozy warmth of his covers, a brown-skinned hand emerged, fumbling for the screen before finally silencing the noise. He sighed deeply, stretched his arms above his head, and rolled his shoulders as he sat up, the early morning light filtering through the large windows of his multi-million-dollar penthouse. The stunning Manhattan skyline was faintly visible beyond the snow-covered glass.

Dragging himself out of bed, Adonis shuffled to the bathroom, still yawning. His reflection greeted him in the mirror, his dark brown eyes slightly puffy from sleep. He reached for his phone to check the notifications lighting up his lock screen. Among a mix of emails and social media alerts was a text from his mom: "Call me later tonight. Love you." A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He quickly typed a response, letting her know he'd call, before placing the phone down on the counter.

The hot shower was a welcome comfort, steam filling the sleek, modern bathroom as the water poured over him, easing his muscles and waking him fully. After a few minutes, Adonis stepped out, towel-drying his short black hair before wrapping the towel around his waist and heading to his walk-in closet. The neatly arranged space was a reflection of his meticulous nature, with shelves and hangers showcasing everything from casual wear to high-end suits. He selected a black t-shirt adorned with Captain America's iconic shield, a pair of slim-fit khakis, and his favorite red high-top sneakers.

Once dressed, Adonis returned to his bedroom. He straightened the covers on his king-sized bed, ensuring it looked as pristine as it had the day before. He then grabbed his phone and smartwatch from their chargers, strapping the latter onto his wrist. With everything in order, he made his way to the living room, the modern, open-concept space furnished with clean lines and minimalist decor.

His gaze drifted to the patio doors as he approached them. Snow covered parts of the glass, the city beyond blanketed in white, with cars and pedestrians moving sluggishly through the wintry streets below. Adonis lingered for a moment, appreciating the calm beauty of the scene before heading to the front door. He grabbed a stylish black jacket and his keychain, shrugging into the coat before stepping out into the crisp morning air.

Adonis's destination was Empire State University, where he was set to meet his assigned dormmate. Despite his intention not to live in the dorms, he wanted to introduce himself and prevent any confusion. Having received his key in advance, he arrived at the dorm room and unlocked the door, finding it empty. His roommate wasn't there yet, so after a glance around the modest space, Adonis left, deciding to return later.

Elsewhere, Peter Parker sat on his bed in a nearby dorm room. Nervously tapping his fingers on his knees, he couldn't help but wonder about the person he'd be sharing a space with. When he heard the sound of a key turning in the lock, he stood up quickly, eager yet slightly apprehensive.

The door opened to reveal Adonis, who stepped in confidently. Peter's eyes immediately scanned the newcomer, taking in his athletic build and calm demeanor. Adonis's gaze landed on Peter, and he offered a polite nod before stepping further into the room.

Peter, ever polite, extended his hand with a friendly smile. "I'm Peter Parker."

Adonis met his handshake firmly. "Adonis Grayson. Nice to meet you."

For a brief moment, an odd sensation passed between them. Peter felt a faint prickle of his Spider-Sense, and Adonis experienced an unusual tingling at the base of his skull. Both noted the feeling but brushed it aside, maintaining casual expressions as they sized each other up.

Adonis spoke first, his tone easy and conversational. "Just wanted to stop by and meet you. I won't be staying here, though—I've got a place in the city."

Peter's expression faltered slightly, his shoulders dropping in disappointment. "Oh. I mean, that's cool, but I was kind of looking forward to having a roommate."

Adonis noticed the hint of dismay and considered it for a moment before offering a solution. "Well, if you're up for it, you could move in with me. I've got an extra room that's not being used."

Peter blinked in surprise, clearly not expecting such a generous offer. "Really? I mean, I'd have to think about it, but that's—wow. Thanks, man."

Adonis shrugged. "No problem. Just let me know."

Peter hesitated, then grinned. "Hey, MJ and I were about to head to this café. You should come with us. It'd be cool to hang out and get to know each other better."

Adonis returned the grin. "Sure, why not? Lead the way."

With that, the two left the dorm together, setting off for the café and what was sure to be an interesting friendship.

•••••

Peter and Adonis walked side by side down the snow-dusted streets of Manhattan, their breath visible in the crisp winter air. The sidewalks were alive with the hum of city life—people rushing past with coffees in hand, cars honking, and the occasional chatter of street vendors. They turned a corner, and standing outside the café, wrapped warmly in a stylish coat and scarf, was MJ. She looked up from her phone as Peter approached, a smile tugging at her lips.

"Hey, MJ," Peter greeted her, his tone light and cheerful. His cheeks were slightly pink, whether, from the cold or her presence, Adonis wasn't sure. "This is Adonis," Peter continued, gesturing toward his taller companion. "He's the guy I was telling you about—the one I might room with."

Adonis stepped forward, his demeanor calm and self-assured. "Nice to meet you," he said, extending his hand.

MJ took it, her grip firm. "Nice to meet you too," she replied, her sharp eyes assessing him for a moment before glancing at Peter with a teasing smirk. "So, this is the guy you've been nervously waiting to meet all week?"

Peter groaned. "MJ..."

Adonis chuckled softly, glancing at Peter. "Don't worry, Parker. You don't have to be nervous around me."

Peter rolled his eyes, but MJ laughed, clearly enjoying the moment. "Well, welcome to the group, Adonis," she said, her tone warm yet still carrying an edge of curiosity. "Let's head in before we freeze out here."

The trio entered the café, greeted by the comforting aroma of fresh coffee and baked goods. The space was cozy yet modern, with warm wooden accents, soft lighting, and large windows offering a perfect view of the snow-covered street outside. Adonis let his gaze wander for a moment, taking in the inviting atmosphere.

They chose a table by one of the big open windows. Peter and MJ slid into the booth together, settling in naturally beside each other, while Adonis took the seat across from them. As they got comfortable, Adonis leaned back slightly, resting his arm on the back of the seat, his eyes casually scanning the room and the world outside.

For a moment, his focus shifted to a shadowy figure moving briskly down the street outside. The figure was dressed in a green hoodie, the hood pulled up against the chill, and their posture was slightly hunched as though burdened by something more than just the cold. Their steps were purposeful, almost hurried, and for a fleeting second, Adonis felt like he recognized them—the messy hair poking out of the hood, the way their head turned slightly as if deep in thought. There was a pang of familiarity, but the memory danced just out of reach, refusing to settle.

"Adonis?" Peter's voice broke through his thoughts.

"Hm?" Adonis blinked, his attention snapping back to the table. Peter gestured toward the waitress standing beside them, her notepad in hand and a polite smile on her face. Adonis realized she had already taken Peter and MJ's orders and was now waiting for his.

"Oh, uh, sorry," Adonis said, sitting up straighter. "I didn't even look at the menu. What do you recommend?"

The waitress smiled, her expression softening as she considered his question. Her dark eyes sparkled with a mix of kindness and playfulness, framed by long lashes that seemed to accentuate her gaze. Her skin was smooth, a warm olive tone that glowed in the soft light of the café. Her wavy jet-black hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail, with a few stray strands framing her face, giving her an effortlessly elegant look.

"Well," she began, her voice light and melodic, "my personal favorite is the sausage, bacon, egg, and cheese biscuit. It's perfect on a day like this. And I'd pair it with a strawberry banana smoothie—always a classic."

Adonis couldn't help but smile back. "That sounds like a solid choice. I'll take that."

"Good call," she said, jotting it down. Their eyes met briefly, and there was a quiet moment of mutual understanding, a subtle spark of connection. Her lips curved into a slightly wider smile before she turned to walk away, leaving Adonis watching her for a second longer than he intended.

When he turned back, he was met with the smirking faces of MJ and Peter. MJ had leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table, while Peter was doing a terrible job of hiding his grin.

"What?" Adonis asked, raising an eyebrow as he leaned back in his seat.

"Okay," MJ said, drawing out the word. "Are we just going to ignore what just happened?"

"What are you talking about?" Adonis replied though the slight smile tugging at the corner of his mouth betrayed him.

Peter leaned forward, his hands on the table. "You were flirting with her."

Adonis scoffed, shaking his head. "I was being polite. She was doing her job."

MJ exchanged a knowing glance with Peter before looking back at Adonis. "Uh-huh. Sure. That's why you were looking at her like she was the most beautiful person in the room."

"Was not," Adonis said, crossing his arms but unable to keep the grin from spreading.

Peter chuckled. "It's fine, man. She's cute. We get it."

Adonis shrugged, his tone casual. "Hey, I'm just here for breakfast."

"Right," MJ teased. "And the side of heart eyes is just complimentary."

Adonis laughed, shaking his head as the conversation shifted, though he couldn't help but glance toward the counter, where the waitress was working. Peter and MJ exchanged another quick look, clearly enjoying the moment as they settled back, ready to see where the day—and their new dynamic—would take them.

•••••

After finishing their breakfast, Peter reached for his wallet, ready to pay the bill. Before he could even pull it out, Adonis was quicker, pulling a stack of cash from his pocket and setting it down on the table.

"Whoa, hey!" Peter protested, looking up at him. "I was going to pay for this."

Adonis shook his head, a slight smirk on his face. "If you're moving in with me, Parker, get used to me beating you to stuff like this. I've got you covered."

Peter opened his mouth to argue, but Adonis raised a hand to stop him. "Seriously, man. I don't mind."

MJ looked between the two of them, eyebrows raised. "Wait. Moving in? Did I miss something?"

Peter scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "Oh, yeah... Adonis invited me to move in with him instead of staying at the dorm. I'm still thinking about it, though."

MJ, clearly caught off guard, narrowed her eyes at him. "And you didn't think to mention this to me sooner?" She gave him a playful punch on the arm.

"Ow!" Peter winced, rubbing the spot. "I said I was thinking about it!"

MJ folded her arms. "Uh-huh. Well, now I want to see this place. If you're going to ditch the dorm, I need to make sure it's worth it."

Peter glanced at Adonis, who shrugged casually. "That's fine by me," Adonis said. "You can both come by and check it out."

As the group got up to leave, Adonis's attention drifted back to the waitress. She was standing by the counter, laughing softly with one of her coworkers as she wrapped up another order. MJ caught the look on his face and smirked, nudging him slightly with her elbow.

"You know," she said slyly, "if you're interested, you should probably go talk to her. Wouldn't want to miss your chance."

Adonis hesitated for a moment, his gaze lingering on the waitress. Then, with a deep breath, he straightened up. "Alright, fine. I'll do it."

He walked over to the waitress, who noticed his approach and greeted him with her warm smile. "Hey, ready to settle the bill?" she asked.

"Yeah," Adonis replied, handing her a few bills—more than enough to cover the cost of their meal. She quickly realized the amount was far more than what was needed and tried to hand some of it back.

"This is way too much," she said, holding the extra cash out to him. "I can't take this as a tip."

"You can," Adonis said with a small smile. "You earned it. You were great—always checking on us, and refilling drinks. It's just a thank you."

Her expression softened, and after a brief pause, she nodded. "Well... thank you. That means a lot."

Adonis hesitated for just a moment before continuing. "By the way... I'm Adonis." He held out his hand.

She shook it gently, her smile widening. "Ava."

"Nice to meet you, Ava," Adonis said. "I was wondering if you'd like to go out sometime. Maybe next weekend?"

Ava tilted her head, considering him for a moment before reaching into her apron pocket for a pen. "Yeah, I'd like that," she said, writing her name and number on a piece of her notepad. Tearing it off, she handed it to him with a confident smile.

Adonis quickly jotted down his number on another piece of paper, handing it to her in return. "Great," he said, his smile matching hers. "I'll text you later."

"Looking forward to it," Ava replied before returning to her work.

Adonis walked back to the table, where Peter and MJ were waiting. MJ gave him a smug look as they left the café, but Adonis didn't mind. The three of them made their way through the snowy streets, finally arriving at Adonis's penthouse.

•••••

Adonis unlocked the door and pushed it open, gesturing for them to step inside. "Alright," he said, "Let me show you your potential new room, Parker."

The three of them walked into the penthouse, and Peter and MJ were instantly stunned. Their jaws practically dropped as they took in the massive open space, the floor-to-ceiling windows showcasing an incredible panoramic view of Manhattan, and the sleek, modern design of the interior. The sheer luxury of the place rendered them speechless.

"Whoa," Peter finally managed to say, glancing at MJ, who nodded in agreement, equally wide-eyed.

"Yeah," she added, slowly spinning around to take in the view again. "This place is... insane. How do you even live here, Adonis? This feels like something out of a dream."

Adonis chuckled as he led them further inside. "You get used to it after a while. C'mon, let me show you the room you'd be staying in, Peter."

He guided them down the hall and opened a door to reveal a spacious, spotless room. The room was already furnished with a sleek bedframe, a desk, and a set of shelves. Sunlight streamed in through the large windows, and the polished floors reflected the light, adding a warm glow to the space.

"This is it," Adonis said. "You'd stay here."

Peter stepped into the room, his eyes widening even more as he looked around. "This is... huge. This is bigger than the entire dorm room. Are you sure about this?"

Adonis just smirked and motioned for him to keep looking. "It gets better. Come on."

He walked over to a side door, opening it to reveal a walk-in closet that looked big enough to double as a small room. It was complete with built-in shelving, a washer and dryer tucked neatly into one corner, and enough space to store a wardrobe far larger than Peter's modest collection of clothes.

"Whoa..." Peter said again, stepping inside the closet and running his hand over the pristine shelves. "This is incredible."

"Hold on," Adonis said, walking to another door on the opposite side of the room. He opened it, revealing a private terrace with a breathtaking view of the city. The snow-dusted patio stretched out with enough room for chairs, a small table, and even a grill. "This is all yours too."

MJ stood just inside the doorway to the room, staring out at the terrace with wide eyes. "Okay, Peter," she said, crossing her arms. "If you don't take this, you're officially out of your mind. Opportunities like this do not come around every day."

Peter glanced back at her, torn between excitement and hesitation. "I mean... it's amazing, but—"

"No buts," MJ interrupted, stepping closer to him. "You've done enough sacrificing for everyone else. It's time to look out for yourself for once. You deserve this."

Peter looked at her for a long moment, then back at the room, the terrace, and finally Adonis, who was leaning casually against the doorframe with a small smile.

He exhaled deeply and nodded. "Okay," Peter said at last. "You're right, MJ. I'll do it. I'll move in."

Adonis grinned and held out his hand again. Peter shook it firmly this time, and as their hands clasped, neither of them felt the strange tingling sensation from before. It was just a handshake—a sign of a new friendship and a fresh start.

Adonis sat on his couch, the soft hum of the TV filling the penthouse as he leisurely browsed through online stores, trying to pick out a mattress for Peter. He was glad Peter had decided to move in, but the whole process of transitioning from dorm life to living in a penthouse seemed like a huge shift.

Adonis had ordered the mattress to be delivered the next day, figuring it would make the move a little smoother. As the minutes passed, he felt himself growing more and more tired. He stretched out on the couch, his eyes growing heavy, his thoughts fading as he dozed off, his mind quieting after a long day.

•••••

But when his eyelids finally shut, the world around him shifted violently, like a flash of light tearing through the darkness. He gasped and abruptly opened his eyes—only to find himself no longer in his cozy penthouse.

Instead, he was in an abandoned, desolate room. The walls were cracked, with chunks missing as if the entire structure had been ravaged by some powerful force. Streaks of vivid color swirled through the air, cutting through the emptiness like flashes of light in a vast void. It was as if reality itself was broken, leaving only fragments behind.

Confused and disoriented, Adonis turned around. His eyes locked onto a single red and gold chair sitting in the middle of the room. It was thrown carelessly to one side, but someone was seated in it. The figure, cloaked in a green and black jumpsuit, with black gloves and boots, wore a white flowing cape. The man's green eyes were intense, and there was something strikingly familiar about him.

{A/N: Thanks to min-min-minnie on Tumblr for letting me use this every tho I asked almost 3 years ago AND This version of Izuku 'Deku' Midoriya I created was already made before the finale of the My Hero Academia Manga)

As Adonis's gaze settled on the figure, he felt a pull deep within, an instinctive recognition, though he couldn't place where he had seen him before. The figure's voice broke through the silence.

"You're awake," the man said, his tone calm but firm. "It's time."

Adonis's heart raced as the man slowly stood up from the chair, his eyes locking with Adonis's as though they had been waiting for this moment. The man stepped toward him, the colors of the room warping slightly around him, and the sensation of something ancient and powerful seemed to radiate from his very being.

"I'm Izuku Midoriya," the man said, introducing himself with a sense of gravitas. "I was the ninth user of One For All, and I am your predecessor."

Adonis blinked, confusion deepening as the words echoed in his mind. "Predecessor?" he asked, still trying to make sense of the surreal surroundings. "One For All?"

Izuku nodded. "Yes, One For All. The power you now carry, the power you've inherited. You've been chosen to continue the legacy—to protect the people of this world and become the hero you were always meant to be."

The world around Adonis seemed to pulse, and he could feel the weight of Izuku's words settling over him. "What do you mean? I didn't ask for this power. I didn't ask to be—"

Izuku held up a hand, interrupting him. "No one ever chooses this path. But you have the strength to walk it. You don't need to understand everything right now. But you need to know that this power is both a gift and a responsibility. I'm here to help you understand it, to help you control it, and to guide you so that you can protect those around you."

Adonis's mind raced. "Protect people...? I'm not even sure I know what I'm supposed to do with this power. I'm just trying to live my life."

Izuku's expression softened, and he placed a hand on his chest. "I get it. I've been there, too. But being a hero isn't just about fighting bad guys. It's about protecting what matters, and standing up for people when they need you most. You've been given this power for a reason. Your journey is just beginning."

Adonis's breath quickened as he absorbed Izuku's words. The weight of them pressed down on him, but at the same time, something within him stirred—a feeling of destiny, of purpose that he couldn't deny.

Izuku stepped back, his eyes glimmering with a mixture of pride and determination. "You're not alone in this, Adonis. I'll be here to guide you as you learn to harness One For All. You just need to trust in yourself and the people around you."

As Adonis stood there, trying to wrap his mind around everything Izuku had said, the vibrant streaks of color around them began to swirl faster, as if reacting to the power between them. Adonis took a deep breath, finally speaking with more conviction than before.

"Okay... I'll try. I'll trust you."

Izuku smiled, his eyes bright with understanding. "That's all I ask."

With that, the room began to fade, the colors blending and distorting around Adonis until everything was once again engulfed in darkness. He felt a strange sensation in his chest, as though a new part of him had been unlocked, and suddenly he was back in his penthouse. The comforting sound of the TV filled the silence as he shook off the lingering sense of the vision, trying to make sense of what had just happened.

But as the moments passed, a quiet resolve began to settle within him. He had a purpose now—whether he was ready or not, the journey ahead had already begun.

Deku watched as Adonis slightly struggled to process what was happening, the confusion evident in his eyes despite the shadowy substance muffling his expression. With a calm and reassuring demeanor, Deku began to walk closer as his footsteps echoed throughout the void-like space of the Vestige World.

"I know this is a lot to take in, But I'm here to help you understand. One For All is a powerful power, a legacy passed down through many generations. It contains the strength and will of all the previous holders, and now it's been passed onto you." Deku says with his voice gentle but clear

Adonis still enveloped in the shadowy substance stared at Deku, his mind racing as He tried to make sense of everything. The reality of what Deku saying started to sink in, but it felt like a dream and overwhelming. Yet there was something in Deku's presence that made him feel grounded as if the bizarre world and information he was receiving were somehow real.

"One For All isn't just about raw power, it also comes with the powers of the previous users. Abilities that have been passed down and integrated into the core of One For All." Deku continued seeing that Adonis was absorbing a moment of process before diving into the details.

"There's Gearshift allows you to alter the speed of anything you touch, allowing you to accelerate the force of a target by either enhancing the impact force of their strikes or by causing the target to lose control of their velocity," Deku says as He gains a blue aura while moving across the voice faster than sound.

"Fa Jin stores kinetic energy that you can release in powerful bursts while also being able to increase your agility, strength, and speed" Deku continues explaining as He starts repeatedly squatting as his legs start to glow a red color.

"Danger Sense is self-explanatory but it's a passive power that alerts you to immediate threats in your vicinity," Deku says as He looks towards Adonis in a thinking mode with his free hand resting on his chin.

"Blackwhip lets you generate energy like tendrils that you can use for mobility or to grab onto things/people and even your own body sometimes," Deku says holding his hand out as Blackwhip tendrils cross from it and move around

"There's also Smokescreen which is also self-explanatory as well, it allows you to create a thick cloud of smoke to obscure your movements or disorient your opponents and if you use too much then you'll obscure yourself so be very strategic with how you use it but imagine yourself pull the pin on a smoke grenade. And finally, Float, It allows you to defy gravity and hover in the air but your versions seem different and I think you'll be able to fly like Superman but think about how you float in a pool to get a handle of it." Deku says and He starts to mutter to himself about what could happen with Adonis's OFA.

Adonis sat there, with his expression a mix of concentration and astonishment. Each ability sounded more incredible than some but still very interesting to him, the weight of what He just learned about began to settle in. The power and the responsibility, it was immense.

"So I have access to all of those abilities...now?" Adonis asks after a long pause as He finally speaks with his voice steadier now this time.

"Yes. But don't worry, You won't be alone figuring this out. The vestige world is a place where we can connect, and where I can guide you. You're the latest in a long line of heroes Adonis." Deku nodded

Adonis took a deep breath, letting the information sink in further as it was a lot to process, but something inside him, perhaps a spark of the same heroism that had driven him to save that child earlier had him beginning to accept it.

•••

The next day, Adonis is walking through the streets of Manhattan, Adonis glanced into the windows of various shops, considering what else he might need. Eventually, his eyes landed on a sign: "Excelsior Emporium – Unique Materials and More." Intrigued, he stepped inside.

The shop had an old-time charm, with wooden shelves and dim lighting that gave it a vintage feel. Behind the counter stood an older man with slicked-back snow-white hair, a thick mustache, and round sunglasses. He wore a dark blue sweater over a white undershirt and greeted Adonis with a warm smile.

{Portrayed by Stan Lee}

"Welcome to the Excelsior Emporium," the man said in a cheerful voice. "I'm Stan. What can I do for you today?"

Adonis nodded politely. "Hey, Stan. I'm looking for Hard and Soft Kevlar. Got any in stock?"

Stan raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Kevlar, huh? That's not a common request, but I might have what you need. Follow me."

He led Adonis toward the back of the store, stopping in front of a seemingly ordinary section of the floor. With a press of a hidden button, a section of the floor lifted to reveal a concealed storage compartment. Inside was a casing filled with various high-grade materials, including the Kevlar Adonis was after.

"There you go," Stan said, gesturing toward the materials. "Take as much as you need."

Adonis selected a generous amount but stopped when Stan suddenly added, "Take the rest. Trust me, kid—you'll need it down the line."

Adonis hesitated before nodding. "Thanks, Stan. Appreciate it."

"Don't mention it," Stan replied, his smile widening. "You've got the look of someone who knows how to use it."

Adonis chuckled, hefting the box of materials into his arms. "I'll make sure it doesn't go to waste."

As he exited the shop, Adonis couldn't help but feel like there was more to Stan than met the eye. Shrugging off the thought, he began making his way back to his penthouse, already planning how he'd use the Kevlar for his next project.

Adonis stepped into his penthouse, the automatic lights softly illuminating the sleek, modern interior. The open layout offered a breathtaking view of Manhattan through floor-to-ceiling windows. Without pausing, he made his way to his bedroom, carrying the box of materials from the Excelsior Emporium.

He pushed open the door to his room and crossed to the left side, setting the box down on a sleek, high-tech workstation. Against the wall was a fabrication machine—a cylindrical device with advanced scanners and processors. Beside it stood a glowing tube that housed various raw materials for the machine to process.

Opening the fabricator, Adonis carefully inserted the Hard and Soft Kevlar into its intake. As the machine began scanning and analyzing the materials, a quiet hum filled the room. Satisfied, he turned to the large supercomputer next to the fabricator and dropped into the chair in front of it.

His fingers danced across the keyboard as he began designing. On the screen, a digital blueprint of a suit started to take form, incorporating the new Kevlar materials for increased durability and flexibility. After an hour of adjustments, he finalized the design and sent the file directly to the fabricator.

Adonis leaned back in his chair, stretching briefly before swiveling toward a nearby shelf. He pulled down a container filled with old tech parts and placed it on the table. Among the clutter were various components from outdated devices. He grabbed an old phone, disassembled it, and began piecing together a new project.

•••

Two hours later, Adonis carefully examined the nearly completed device in his hands. Frustration crept across his face as he realized he was missing a crucial component. With a sigh, he set the incomplete project down and stood up, grabbing his wallet and penthouse keys from the counter.

After a short walk through the bustling Manhattan streets, Adonis noticed a small tech shop tucked away between two larger buildings. A neon sign above the door read "Wittman Tech World." Curious, he pushed the door open, the faint sound of a bell announcing his arrival.

The shop was cozy, with shelves stocked with an assortment of tech parts, tools, and gadgets. Behind the counter stood an African American man with sharp features, a confident stance, and a kind smile. He had close-cropped hair, a neatly trimmed beard, and an approachable demeanor. As Adonis stepped inside, the man gave a small wave.

{Portrayed by WilsonsWits }

"Welcome to Wittman's Tech World," he said, his voice calm but inviting.

Adonis nodded in acknowledgment, scanning the shelves for what he needed. He selected a few different pieces of tech and brought them to the counter.

The man leaned slightly forward, examining the items. "Interesting picks. Working on something specific?"

Adonis offered a polite smile. "Just a personal project."

The man raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued, but didn't press further. "Name's Wilson Wittman," he introduced himself while ringing up the items.

"Adonis Grayson," Adonis replied, handing over his card.

"Nice to meet you, Adonis. Looks like you know what you're doing," Wilson commented as he bagged the items.

"Trying to," Adonis said with a small smirk, taking the bag. "Thanks."

"Anyone ever told you that you look exactly like Anthony Mackie " Adonis says as He title his head slightly while asking the question.

Wilson chuckles while shaking his own head. "You mean that He looks like me." He replies as both him and Adonis share a laugh together.

Wilson gave him a quick salute as he left. "Good luck with your project, kid. Come back if you need anything else."

Adonis walked out of the shop, the city air brisk but invigorating. With the parts in hand, he made his way back to his penthouse, eager to finish what he had started.

{A/N: An Example of what His bedroom looks like or something similar}

Adonis stepped into his bedroom, a medium-sized box cradled under one arm. The soft hum of his penthouse's automated systems filled the air as he approached his workstation. His supercomputer's multi-monitor setup bathed the area in a soft glow, displaying schematics and data streams from his earlier projects.

He set the box down on the desk beside the supercomputer, brushing aside a few stray components from previous tinkering sessions. Adonis opened the box and began carefully removing its contents—circuit boards, microchips, wires, and other tech parts he had recently acquired.

Next to the pile of parts sat the old phone he had dissected days earlier. Its casing was open, revealing the outdated internal components he had stripped and organized meticulously.

With precise movements, Adonis began reconstructing the phone. He soldered new microchips to the motherboard, swapped out the weak battery for a more efficient one, and replaced the processor with a high-performance model he'd modified himself. The once-outdated phone was rapidly evolving into something far more advanced.

He worked methodically, connecting new wires and testing circuits as he went. Each piece slid seamlessly into place, his knowledge of tech and engineering evident in his confident movements.

Finally, Adonis clicked the newly assembled casing into place, its sleek, modern design glinting under the workstation's light. He plugged it into his supercomputer to upload custom software he'd designed, tailoring the phone to his needs.

As the phone booted up with a soft chime, Adonis leaned back, a small smile of satisfaction on his face. The screen displayed his custom interface, loaded with advanced encryption, holographic projections, and tools for his growing role as a vigilante.

He held up the phone, turning it over in his hand. "Not bad," he muttered to himself before setting it on the desk, already planning its next upgrade.

Adonis then leans back in his chair, scrolling through detailed files and images on his laptop. His focus was sharp as he compiled personal notes on the vigilantes and their enemies. His eyes skimmed over descriptions of Spider-Man's rogues, from the colorful and bombastic Green Goblin to the brutal and cunning Kingpin.

He noted the unique skill sets of some of New York's other vigilantes. Daredevil is clad in a red, armored suit that highlights his athletic build, two horns on his forehead, always vigilant and intense in his pursuit of justice. Elektra moves with deadly grace in her outfit similar to Daredevil's own, sais in hand, her long dark hair flowing as she strikes fear into her enemies with both skill and fury. Moon Knight, wrapped in a white cape with a crescent moon symbol, stands tall and imposing, his pale complexion and muscular frame reflecting his mysterious, almost otherworldly presence. Luke Cage, his bulletproof skin practically glowing beneath a simple yellow shirt, radiates strength and resilience, a symbol of hope for the oppressed. Amid all this, a new rumor circulates—the story of a figure, dressed as a giant bird, known only as "the Crow." This shadowy avenger is said to be striking terror into the criminal underworld, leaving behind whispers of vengeance in the wake of his silent flight.

As his research continued, Adonis came across an entry for the White Tiger. The vigilante's black and white suit was accented with sharp, feline-inspired designs, but what caught Adonis's attention was the Tiger Amulet. The glowing artifact at the center of the suit seemed to pulse with untold power. Intrigued, Adonis began digging deeper, pulling up files about the amulet's possible origins and abilities.

He was just about to dive further into the artifact's history when a sharp ping drew his attention. The Fabricator had finished its work.

Adonis rose from his chair and crossed the room to the other container. The glow inside illuminated the penthouse as he approached. His new suit stood proudly behind the glass—a sleek design in vibrant blue with black, red, white, and gold accents that complemented his style and identity.

{A/N: This is the design I've created that I've gotten commissioned}

Adonis stood at the edge of his penthouse's patio, his superhero suit fitting him perfectly for the first time. The sleek, custom-designed outfit was a blend of dark shades, accented with vibrant details that seemed to mirror the city's pulse. The suit was equipped with everything he'd need, from reinforced materials to functional pockets for tools, but it was the mask that made it real—the one thing that could turn him from Adonis into a symbol, a hero.

The sun had begun to set, casting the skyline in a blend of oranges and purples, with the first stars starting to appear in the sky. But as Adonis stood there, looking out over the city, something else caught his attention.

Flashing red and blue lights flickered in the distance, a familiar sight signaling the chaos that sometimes brewed in the streets. It was a calling, a sign that the world needed him.

A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he lifted his mask, holding it for a moment, just looking at it. This was it. This was what he'd been training for, what he'd been preparing himself to do. And now, it was time.

Adonis slid the mask over his face, the fabric settling into place with a perfect fit. His eyes locked onto the lights once more, the sound of the city buzzing around him. He took in a deep breath, feeling the cool evening air fill his lungs.

For a moment, everything went still. The city below, the wind in his face, the weight of the moment—it was all suspended in time. His heart pounded with purpose.

Then, just as a voice echoed in his mind—Deku's voice, distant but clear—Adonis heard the words that he knew would stay with him.

"That's all it is, Adonis... a leap of faith."

Without another thought, Adonis sprinted to the edge of the patio, his muscles coiling with anticipation. He could feel the power within him—One For All, the quirks, the responsibility. This was his moment.

He took a running leap off the balcony, his body launching into the air with a surge of energy and focus. The world seemed to slow for just a heartbeat, and for the first time, Adonis felt what it meant to fly, even if only for a moment.