We see Adrian standing on top of a roof with Moon Knight standing in front of him.
"Hey, Moon Knight, listen man, I don't owe you any money."
"If you're looking for Dracula—he's in Transylvania. Go there. Please, man, I don't want any trouble," Adrian said, sweat dripping down his face.
Moon Knight didn't flinch. "I'm not here for that. Khonshu ordered me to give you this message."
He pulled out a folded note and handed it to Adrian.
Adrian took it with a concerned look. "So... where did you say Dracula is again? The bloodsucking asshole owes me big time Adrian i think he is in Transylvania."
Moon Knight turned without a word and suddenly bolted toward the edge of the roof.
"I'm coming for you, you damn bloodsucker! You owe me $5!" he shouted into the night as he leapt away.
Adrian blinked. "What the fuck was that interaction...?"
He tapped the earpiece. "Hey Peter, did you get all that?"
"I barely understood what the hell you guys were even talking about."
Adrian opened the note and started reading.
Hey Adrian, it's me—Fyber. The god who sent you here. How's my champion doing?
Adrian's eyes twitched. "When the fuck did I become your champion?"
If you're wondering when you become my champion, it was the moment you took the blue pill, jackass.
Adrian groaned. "God dammit…"
I was watching all your cool shit and thought, 'Hey, maybe I should hop into his dreams,' but then I figured nah, let's keep it simple. You wanted a message, right? So here it is.
I want you to help me with three little favors.
1. Collect all the Infinity Stones and build a suit out of them.
2. Save and protect a mutant child I'll tell you about later.
3. Defeat the god of symbiotes—Null.
P.S. If you want to even attempt #3, finish the first two and you'll get a nice shiny reward.
Adrian stared at the paper.
Then screamed.
"WHAT THE FUCK, FYBER?! Who the hell do you think I am, Superman?! I barely survived my prison fights, and you expect me to beat a fucking GOD? Not even a weak-ass one—Null?! FOR FUCK'S SAKE."
He looked back at the note.
"…I'm too tired for this," he muttered and just walked home.
The Next Day
We see Adrian sitting at the kitchen table, slowly eating breakfast with a dead expression on his face.
Peter walked in, staring at him. "Hey, you okay? Ever since you met that guy in white—Moon Knight?—you've been acting kinda... Your soul gets stolen or something."
"I'm fine," Adrian said flatly, dragging his spoon across the cereal bowl.
"Nope. Not buying that." Peter walked over, nudged his arm. "How about we go out today? Have some fun. Take your mind off... whatever that was."
Adrian sighed, conflicted for a second. Then gave in.
"…Sure. I guess."
Montage Sequence: Adrian and Peter's Chill Day in NYC
The two ride bikes through Central Park.
Adrian wins a ridiculous amount of plushies at a street carnival game using precise aim.
Peter gets chased by a pigeon after trying to eat a hotdog near a bench.
Adrian helps a street performer fix his speaker using scrap from a trash can.
They end the day sitting on a rooftop, overlooking the skyline as the sun dips below the horizon.
"Well, today was fine. You feeling any better?" Peter asked, sipping on a soda.
Adrian looked far more relaxed now, even laughing at one of the pigeons still eyeing Peter from across the building.
"Yeah. I think so. Thanks for dragging me out. That really helped. Sometimes I get so stuck in my head, I forget to just… move around."
Peter leaned back on his arms. "How long do you think we've been friends now?"
Adrian chuckled. "A month? Maybe a bit longer."
"Funny how it feels like longer when your life's full of explosions and rooftop running."
They both laughed.
Then Adrian's eyes widened slightly as a thought clicked.
Wait.
Frank.
He almost forgot—within another week or so, Frank Castle would retire from the Marines, take his family to a park… and they'd be slaughtered.
Adrian rubbed his temples. "I don't know the exact day, but it's coming up. Shit…"
"Adrian?" Peter leaned forward. "You good? You look stressed again."
Adrian's face turned serious.
"Peter, in a week or so, we need to train harder. Upgrade the suit. Push our limits. Something big is coming… and we need to save as many people as we can."
Peter saw the weight behind those words and nodded, placing a hand on Adrian's shoulder.
"I'm with you. Whatever it is—we'll be ready."
Adrian offered a sincere smile.
"Thanks, Peter. Right now, I need to increase my OFA usage. I'm still stuck at 5%. If I don't push myself, people are going to die. And I won't let that happen.
He clenched his fist, lightning crackling faintly under his skin.
"I'll do whatever it takes."