"Kaine came down here to get away from the insanity of Spider-Man's world. But then he put on a costume and fought crime anyway. He wanted all the power, and none of the responsibility. But he took it on anyway... And while he may not have liked it... turns out Kaine is every bit the hero that I am. " - Peter Parker
“Is that a fucking dragon?” Kaine asked, sounding a bit too surprised at the existence of the beings. He met a vampire hungry for spider blood, a talking cat and dog, and an actual Atlantean, yet meeting a dragon for the first time takes the cake on ‘things you never thought existed but actually do’. He backed away slowly, making sure he kept a safe distance. “Does it know any tricks? Sit? Roll over? Beg?” He asked jokingly; another aspect of Parker he wish he could genetically remove from his system.
there was a lot to be said about stephen strange - but him being akin to harry potter was not one of those things. he absolutely dreaded having to deal with anything about the ridiculous children’s books - so when he woke up and found he’d been ‘gifted’ a wand and that none of his magic worked unless he evoked a stupid spell…. he was less than pleased.
“suddenly… i have lost all ability to cast or conjure magic. it’s a shame really, i suppose i’ll have to default back to my medical knowledge.“ he boasted towards anyone who would listen. it certainly was interesting seeing everyone change in some form… plus the reddish sky. if he hadn’t considered the infinity stones before, he definitely considered them now.
Kaine sat back and listened to the wizard rant about losing his magic. It sounded like everyone had a problem with their abilities. Similar to the wizard, his superhuman abilities were gone. No natural web production, no night vision, and if there were any spiders around, he couldn’t communicate with them anymore. He added that onto his ever-growing list of reasons why this shit hole sucked worse than death. He merely hoped his totem hadn’t gone with his abilities.
He spoke up from where he was seated, hands held behind the back of his head. “Have you tried using that wand or stick or whatever for your magic? Not to be confused with the one that might be shoved up your ass.”
Peter! Hearing someone utter those words and direct them at him, Kaine learned to walk faster in the other direction. This world seemed like a big enough place. What were the odds that an acquaintance of Parker would run into his evil clone? Not fucking slim enough apparently. He huffed when the person laid a hand on their shoulder, immediately shoving it away and glaring at MJ. “What the fuck do you want?”
Kaine was still confused as to why his powers were acting up. Stingers worked a little too well now, ejecting a poison into whatever he stabbed with them. The rest of his powers, like his spider-senses, appeared to be gone. He hated web swinging anyways so it somewhat worked out. He glanced up and he blinked away the particles he thought were flying into his eyes, causing him to see a mixture of Harry Osborn and Gollum. “This has got to be a fucking dream.”
He took a deep breath, it’s been hard to adjust to this new lifestyle but he’s figured out a routine here at his usual hiding spot. Something suddenly set off his spider senses and his whole body shivered. Grabbing his webshooter he turned and aimed it at the intruder. Eyes widened when he realized who it was. “Kaine?! What…Uh… You’re uhm… what are you doing here?” he frowned.
Kaine wasn’t looking for someone specific but he hoped the next person he came across would have some explanation as to why he couldn’t make his webs anymore. Thankfully, his stingers still worked but he felt more off than usual. He kept them ejected from his wrists, figuring it’ll be the only form of defense he has for a while. He found someone and was about to cut the web shooter (or the hand) off before he recognized the face. Withdrawing the stingers from his forearm, he crossed his arms. “Peter Parker. Maybe you can explain why the fuck my powers are acting up.”
[ highway to hell by ac/dc, evil clone, smokey amber and vanilla ] your world has gone black, time has shifted and halted still. wake up, Kaine Parker, you’re in a new world now. you used to be known as Scarlet Spider back on earth, and were twenty-five at the time of your disappearance. now you must adapt at life within the soul stone or accept your fate. survive or disappear. it’s on you now.
following the events of avengers:endgame how does your character feel about everything that has happened?
Death. Not foreign to Kaine yet something he wasn’t expecting so soon. For a long time, he desired to be put down- to have his pain and misery ended. He got the wish a few times before but this time was different. He actually wanted to live life and that was snatched from him. He’ll be pretty pissed to find out he’s in the Soul Stone.
what has your character brought with you into the soul stone?
His Spider-Man Stealth Suit
Spider-Tracers
His broody personality
give us a bit about your character, tell us how you see them.
Kaine. The first clone of Peter Parker created by the Jackal gone wrong. He was replaced by Ben Reilly in the grand scheme of things.
He lived five years in pain due to his degeneration. In a twisted way, he cared about Peter Parker and protected him from anyone who seemed like a threat. The twisted part was that he convinced himself that Ben Reilly was a threat.
He had daddy issues, constantly going back to the Jackal at his beck and call for his approval despite the obvious disgust displayed by his maker.
He was eventually healed of the degeneration but lost his spider-senses in turn.
He wears the stealth-spider suit.
He can eject stingers from his wrists, naturally create webs, communicate with spiders, and make his eyes glow red.
He currently still has the totem of “The Other”
Kaine visibly hates the name “Scarlet Spider” dubbed to him by the press because it’s the same as his old nemesis. Some part of him likes the name as a reminder to be a better person.
As well as looking exactly like Peter Parker, he also has the same pheromones as him. So *cough* Cindy Moon run *cough*
