Overthinker
Denzel walked through the damaged, graffiti-filled streets, and made his way to the hidden entrance of the Atlantis. He started this organization a year ago, having only one friend as his recruit. It was way back when he had just discovered how cruel of a person Miguel could be, and decided there was no other option besides to form a rebellion.
His combat boots squelched under the concrete as he signed the code words into a scanner. The vigilante sighed, pulling off his mask as the door slid shut behind him. Walking into HQ was always a testament to show how far Denzel had come. The tech here was hand-crafted by some of the smartest people he’d ever met, and Miguel’s system was nothing compared to it. The floor was made of a dark obsidian carbonate, strong enough to withstand most spider attacks. And they had developed a systematic room for each of the spidey’s talents. He’d personally recruited everyone, well recruited was too professional of a word. Most of them were saved, desperately needing help and comfort.
Even though Denzel felt grateful, it was draining him to keep this place running. He was actually in a rut right now, even the anti-Miguel shift didn’t excite him as much as it should have.
“Denzel!! Please tell me you were there for the whole ordeal that just happened.” A crude oil covered hand waved at him, pulling him from his thoughts. Standing at about four inches shorter than him, with brunette hair and a bright green and black suit, Felix was his first recruit. Not to mention, he was a fucking legendary mechanic too.
Denzel nodded, Felix interrupting him before he could speak. “Then you know what it means for us right?” he said, flashing that trademark smile.
“It means more people are gonna want to be on our side.” Denzel replied, already moving towards the huge communal kitchen. The pair had set up Atlantis so that if for any reason someone needed to crash the night here, they could. He definitely didn't do that for personal reasons…nope.
“We need to focus. This shift could be big for us but getting more recruits for HQ means more problems.” Denzel said seriously.
Felix’s brown eyes flitted up to his, easily catching the worried tone underneath his words. “We don’t have to get more recruits to spread a rebellion.” he said, voice unusually gentle. “I mean I know it’s hard enough keeping your abilities a secret from the people already here.”
He sighed, Felix wasn’t wrong. It was only a matter of time before people would find out. The question was, would he be the one telling them? Hopefully. If things went according to plan.
I thought we only had to do the secret identity shit once damn it.
“You're doing that thing where you zone out and over think again.” Felix teased, pulling out one of the heart shaped bows and pointing it at him. Uh oh. “I know what you need.” he continued mischievously. “You need to find a new recruit.”
Hm, that wasn’t a particularly bad idea, despite how introverted Denzel was. At the very least, it would cheer him up enough to get rid of the burn out. He snatched the bow from a bright-eyed Felix, earning a snicker from him, and threw it back into his harness.