A Rumble of Frost chapter 1

[Alright folks, new story alert. This one is a weekly update commission. The chapters are twenty five hundred words so it'll be going up on QQ after four weeks, and then on to ao3 and FF at the fourth chapter. This one is an Ultimate Marvel OC, and will be smut heavy. Let me know what you think!]

New York City, February 10th 2001, 9:00 PM EDT

I  dumped my backpack full of clothes on the floor of the warehouse with a  groan, looking around with a sigh. This was...suboptimal. I hadn't  thought of myself as someone who needed creature comforts growing up,  but it was quickly becoming clear that I'd been much less spartan in my  upbringing that I had thought. Mom may have been a psychopathic  perfectionist, but she had good taste, and setting up my new digs in a  New York warehouse really drove home exactly how sheltered I'd been up  to now.

Brushing  off the thought, I went about setting up a makeshift bed for myself. If  I wanted comfort I could have stayed back in Chicago with mom. Her  bullshit academy was plenty cush, but I wasn't interested in being her  prize show dog. I was here for freedom. Besides, I was eighteen, an  adult, and that meant I didn't need my mother paying for my meals and  clothes all the time, not with the control she expected to have over me  when she was doing so.

There  were a few pallettes, a bunch of tarps, and I had my bag itself to use  as a pillow, so I managed to put together a makeshift bed for me to  crash on. I slumped down onto the wooden surface with a groan, but it  was good enough for government work. My body was sturdier than most  humans anyway, so I wasn't too worried about it. A side effect of my  mutant ability.

Which  was the crux of the issue really. Mom was over the moon when I  developed what seemed like a more destructive and focused version of my  Grandpa Sebastian's power. She spent most of my life getting me the best  possible training and instructors, but once Xaviers X-men came out into  the open, she'd shifted gears. She opened the Academy of Tomorrow, and  decided that I was going to be the face of her team. A new band of  powerful and attractive mutants to show the world that Xavier wasn't the  only person who could decide where our species went.

Fuck  that noise. I was not a prized horse to be showed off at special  events. I was a fucking warrior. When she told me what was going to  happen and what I would be expected to do, I took a long hard look at my  life and tried to decide exactly what I should do. The conclusion I  came to was that my mother was absolutely right. Xavier wasn't the only  person who could decide the future of mutant kind, neither was Magneto,  or even mom.

No  one should get to decide what mutants were allowed to do or steer our  destiny except for US. So I decided to make that a reality. Fuck the  academy, fuck the Xavier Institute, and fuck the Brotherhood. All these  big shots spent so much time telling mutants how to live, how to be, and  I was sick of their shit. I came to New York to make my own  organization. A place for mutants to go to do whatever they wanted. The  only rules were that we would look out for each other, keep the big fish  off each others backs, and follow the paths we wanted.

Well,  we was a strong word. I was better. For now. But I would find more  people to join up soon. Once people heard that there was a place they  could go for protection without needing to be told what to do they would  be flocking to my door. I looked around unhappily. Well...maybe not to  THIS door. This door was pretty shitty. But I could work with that. I  just needed to get some cash so I could spruce the place up. Some  drapes, a throw rug, maybe a stripper pole. Just in case any of our  prospective female members were looking for some spirited cardio. You  know, classy shit.

Which  kind of brought me back to the present because...I didn't know how to  make money. Mom had always paid for everything growing up. I'd never had  a job or even chores really. I mean, I was good with hard work. I spent  years in training and I knew the value of good old fashioned elbow  grease. I just didn't know how to APPLY that grease to anything in order  to produce funds.

I  could probably track down and kick the shit out of some criminals or  drug dealers for cash. That would be a good way to get my name out there  I was betting. Knowing that with this weighing on my mind sleep was  completely out of the question I groaned and sat up. The palettes  creaked under my weight as I shifted and I winced. I wasn't a small guy.  Mom was above average height for a woman, and my dad was just an inch  under six foot, but Grandpa Sebastian was six two.

By  some fluke of genetics I'd ended up being a staggering six foot nine,  and with my unusually dense body and tightly packed muscle I wasn't  light. I wasn't like...fall through the floor levels of heavy, but I was  a solid five hundred pounds or so. I brushed my shaggy blonde hair out  of my eyes as I sat up. Sighing as I stood up and stretched. I'd need to  figure this out before I could get to bed. So I'd have to figure out  what exactly my options were here. Slinging my backpack over a shoulder I  slipped out of my new digs, sliding the door shut behind me as I faced  out into the New York evening.

I'd  remember where this place was and come back to it, but before that I  was going to take a walk. Walking always cleared my head, and I might  see someone who needed help. I wasn't really one for 'helping people'  for the sake of it. I didn't mind giving someone a hand if they needed  it, but my main reasoning for being an altruist was pragmatism. I was  strong, like...freakishly strong. People tended to get uppity about  strong people taking what they wanted, but if the person you were taking  from was an asshole it was much less of a problem.

People  liked to have deniability. "Oh no, I'm not a bully or an asshole, that  guy was bad, which means it was fine for me to hurt him". I'd learned at  a young age that the damage I could do to people was best aimed at  targets no one would care about, and if I got some grateful cutie all  excited to reward the big strong hero that was a nice bonus. I wasn't  much for forcing other people to follow my code, hence the whole 'do  what you want' aspect of my new organization, but this was a great way  to let out pent up anger and stay on people's good side all in one fell  swoop.

I walked for about an  hour, strolling through the docks and into the city itself, and I  quickly spotted a problem with my strategy. I had no fucking clue where  any drug dealers hung out, or where I could find a criminal stash house.  I saw a bunch of closed shops, but I didn't feel like dealing with cops  so that was out. I had a few bucks in my wallet, which was enough to  get some food at least, so I stopped at a nearby fast food place to get  something to eat.

It  was late, but most chain places stayed open into the night, especially  in New York, and I decided 'Burger Frog' was as good a place as any. I  stepped into the warmth of the fast food place with a sigh of relief.  Even badasses like me could get cold, and it was like thirty five  outside. The burger place was warm and smelled like food and I was  hungry as fuck. I strolled up to the counter, towering over a mousy kid  with brown hair who looked about eighteen, my own age. I grinned down at  him as he jumped out of his skin, having been daydreaming and staring  off into the distance.

I  put both hands up. "Whoa there, sorry to scare you man. Didn't mean to  freak anyone out. This place is open right? Because I'm starving." I  gave him my best good ol' boy smile to put him at ease. The poor guy was  like a foot shorter than me and looked like a stiff breeze would blow  him over. Figuring I might as well be nice, I held out a hand to the  first person I'd officially met in New York. "William Frost, nice to  meet you. You can just call me Billy though, everyone but my mom does."

The  kid took my hand nervously, but when he squeezed his grip was firm  enough to surprise me. "Sorry man, I was spacing out. Peter Parker.  Yeah, we're still open and of course I can get you something. Sorry." He  gave me a smirk. "Also, do you usually introduce yourself to fast food  workers? Because I'll be honest, I don't get many polite introductions  from customers. Usually just 'hey kid where the hell is my ketchup  packet?'." He let go of my hand, giving it a contemplative glance that  told me I might have seemed a bit strong to him.

Not  that I was worried. I was pretty big, and people usually just wrote off  any excess strength I couldn't control as being related to my size. I  shrugged and my smile turned into a grin. "Only when they look like they  might keel over dead of a heart attack. I figured if I scared you to  death the cameras could at least let them know who the killer was." He  snickered a bit at that, which made me like him more. I got so sick of  dealing with assholes who can't take a joke. "Anyway, I'll take four  doubles, three large fries and a shake in each flavor."

I  passed over the meager forty bucks I had left, sadly aware I wouldn't  be getting change back for that, and Peter raised an eyebrow. "Shit,  man. You can pack it away huh?" He looked me over. "Then again with that  much muscle I'm guessing you need a ton of calories to keep yourself  going." He rang me up and passed me back ten bucks. "I went ahead and  applied my discount for you. Consider it an apology for almost pissing  myself when you showed up. I'm almost off shift anyway, and if I don't  use my employee meal it goes to waste." He shuddered. "I literally can't  eat another burger from this place."

That  got a laugh from me. I took the ten bucks with a nod of thanks. "Yeah I  appreciate it. I just got to town and I don't have a job yet so every  dollar counts." I desperately hoped he didn't try to tell me they were  hiring, fast food places always were, but I'd rather become a criminal  than flip burgers. I wasn't a snob like mom, but I DID have my pride.  Luckily he didn't. He just waved me off and looked out past my shoulder,  freezing in place slightly before flushing.

Since  that hadn't happened before, I assumed there was someone behind me, and  turned around to see a blonde girl standing behind me, arms crossed in  annoyance. She had kind of choppy blonde hair, but in a way that made me  pretty sure she'd paid extra for it, tight red pants and a tank top,  and she was wearing a gold belt. She was tall for a girl, I'd put her  height at five six or so, and her hazel eyes bored into my unhappily.  "Are you done trying to get Parker's panties for your collection? Some  of us want to order."

I  raised an eyebrow at her unnecessary venom, but couldn't resist jabbing  back. "Oh, hello there little girl, where are your parents? Or do they  let you out to represent the lollipop guild on your own at this age?"  Considering she was pretty obviously eighteen or so like I was and  pretty sexy to boot, the condescending tone and insulting patronizing  smile were very deliberate attempts to rile her up.

To  my surprise though, her lips quirked up in a smile. "Ok, the only  reason I'm not going to kick your ass for that is because I could tell  it was just teasing." She raked her eyes over me, much more thoroughly  and appreciatively than I would have been comfortable with from Peter. I  didn't bother flexing. I didn't need to. "Well, that and I'm not sure  even I could take you. Dear god, what the hell do the feed the men where  you're from? You're absolutely gigantic." I opened my mouth to respond  and got a sharp fingernail in my chest. "And if you make a joke about  dick size I'm going to shiv you."

"Well."  I said with a smirk. "I guess I'll have to restrain myself." I held out  a hand. "One more time for the cheap seats, I'm William Frost, but you  can call me Billy. Can I have your name? Or do they not bother with  first names in munchkinland?" Her lips twitched again, and I could see  her fighting a laugh. I had to resist the urge to smirk. Girls that  liked to fuck with people always appreciated a little back and forth, as  long as you were careful not to say anything deliberately offensive.

She  rolled her eyes. "You get less charming every time you open your mouth.  My name is Gwen, Gwen Stacy. I don't usually bother giving it to random  strangers, but it seemed rude to leave you stuck making up a name when  you masturbate to me tonight." She gave me a wicked grin. "At least I'm  assuming, based on all the staring you've been doing at my tits since we  started talking."

I  was pleased to note she didn't sound annoyed, but a little smug. Still,  I couldn't let her get away with a dig like that without serving back.  "Oh, is that what those are? I wasn't staring, my vision just isn't so  good. I just figured busting out my binoculars would be rude." Her mouth  dropped in mild outrage and she just stared there looking at me for a  minute before she finally burst out laughing.

Peter  cleared his throat. "Not that watching you two insult each other isn't  the highlight of my night, as low as that bar is, but there are other  customers, and Billy, your order is ready." He pushed the tray with all  my food across the counter and and I nodded my thanks, turning to Gwen.

Holding  out a burger I gave her my most charming grin. "How about I offer you a  burger as a peace offering, and you can pick one of my shakes. Then we  can sit down and you can tell me more about yourself?" She gave me a  half smile and a shrug, taking the burger and turning to head to a  table. I hadn't been lying about her tits, she was like a double A cup  tops, but I had to admit as she walked away with that sway in her hips,  she definitely had other noteworthy features. What an ass.