Author's note: Before any comment starts, this fic takes things from Spiderman TAS, Spider Island, Daredevil and a bit of Spider Gwen among others. This is my story line but I'll try to stay true to the original, correct me if I get it wrong. I really miss Kingpin in the Ultimate series and in the cartoon. Oh and before I get further, let me locate you a little.

The Green Goblin (aka Norma Osborne) was responsible for the death of Gwen Stacy and Spidey couldn't save her. The latter tried to get the Goblin but Norman survived the ensuing battle and has returned to his business in Oscorp while he tries to stay away from Peter for the time being and works on the serum. Peter Parker has quitted his role as the wall-crawler, overcome by the grief, and so a year has gone away. A long year in NYC without the Spider is one long while and many lives have move on in the meantime.

1. Six Feet

Cold winter morning in New York and the pick of the crop, the best of the best prepare for today's gala in honor of the fallen police officers. This means one big herd of journalists at the city hall's building but the real action is taking place somewhere else and for starters, in the Daily Bugle.

"URICH! Where's my article about that raid in Hell's Kitchen last night?"Barked JJ Jameson trying to organize his troops for the party. "Betty, my coffee! Robbie, where's my page on politics?" he kept on walking around the room like a mad man. "Parker! My photos?" no answer came. "PARKER! Where's that kid got himself into?"

"Jonah. He quit, remember?" Robbie glanced at the empty space. "He said he needed space"

"Nobody quits in MY paper. I fire them"

"Well, Peter quitted" Robertson huffed. "He was devastated after the death of that girl"

"Who? Oh, yes. Stacy's little girl" Jameson chew his cigar hard and for a moment, seemed to reconsider. "He's not coming back, is he?"

"Giv'im time" the editor went back to work.

"Who needs a whole year to mourn?"

"Peter does" muttered Betty. Jonah frowned but went back to work. "No news, then?"

"I text him every day. He's working with Connors and seems to be doing fine" Robbie smiled. "Peter is putting a big chunk of his life behind" he sat down and read his messages. "These things take time, no matter what Jonah says"

"Do you think he is coming back?"

"I dunno. Maybe yes, maybe not. He's happy now. Let him be and we will see" the editor walked to Mr. Urich. "Are you coming to the party, Ben?"

"Do I have a choice?" the reporter growled. "I need to finish my column and that means talking to that Detective Lee and Manolis, hence going to some boring tuxedo ball. Still, I do miss the kid. Parker was Ok"

"What is Connors working on?" asked Betty.

"No idea. I'll see what I can find" Urich kept on typing. "And speaking bout Parker and his photos, have you guys heard the news?"

"Is Spiderman back?" Robbie jumped to his feet.

"Nope or at least, I think not. My contacts in Queens say that several bank robberies have been stopped by a masked figure but the descriptions are confusing. Does not sound like the wall-crawler. An amateur or copy cat but not him"

"That's why you haven´t told Jonah?"

"Until I have something he can really chew. I can't make a hot dog out of smoke"

"Amen" Betty nodded and Robbie went back to work.

"Still, if I find anything, you'll be the first one to know, old boy"

"Thank ye, Ben"

"Betty, my caff!" a shout came from the office,

"Comin', Mr. J! This is one long winter, I tell you. Without Spidey, Jonah's got no stress toy to play with" the secretary got up. "Daredevil and the others aren't that polemic"

"I hear you, Betty" Urich lighted a cigarette. "Too bad for all" he read something interesting in the papers. Among the guests to the ball was Wilson Fisk along with his wife, Vanessa. Ben hadn't quite his investigation about the Kingpin and although the odds still seemed against him, a shimmer of light was beginning to shape. If his contact was correct, the bright life of the so-called Prime Philanthropist of New York was taking a dark turn in the last days but for now, it was all under layers of secrecy. Even so, if this element was as important as Urich thought then it would put the city upside down. "We´ll see how does the big guy handle this bull"

"You were saying, Urich?" Jonah passed by him.

"Nothing too serious" Ben smiled but the chief saw the names.

"Bloody Hell! That office wall is coming too?"

"So it seems, JJ" Urich shrugged.

"For the love of a… I can't believe he's still out for the photos! Don't even think of getting me out of the picture because of him tonight, understood?"

"Wouldn't dream of such thing" the reporter crossed his heart.

"Good" Jameson walked to his office.

"Wouldn't dream of such thing when I can have the whole picture" Ben went on with his research and texted his contact.

XXXXXXXXXXX

"I have reviewed the guest list for the third time, sir. I have underlined who I consider important. And I also talked with Mr. Smythe" James Wesley tied up the tie with the outmost care. Wilson Fisk had spent the whole week preparing this event and was hoping to contact the other mob lords during the party.

"Any progress with his little Science Project?" the large man snorted.

"No, but he says that he will keep on looking for more tissue" they both went quiet for a few seconds. "Sir"

"Yes?"

"I would like to share a little something Alistair mentioned and that I think concerns you too deeply" Wesley, Kingpin's right hand, advisor, common sense and dagger hand couldn't help but flinch at the thought of what he had to say. "I wouldn't bother if I didn't think it was important"

"(Rolls his eyes) Out with it, Wesley. You know I hate surprises and whispering behind my back" Wilson put on his cufflinks. "What is it?"

"Well, the thing is that we are worried about your visit to Dr…"

"I told you to drop it!" Fisk shouted in anger. "You two sound if I was going to fall dead or something"

"We're just worried, sir. The doctor said you had been too stressed these days and that couldn't be good for you" the secretary helped him with the last details. "I know you have been a very healthy person and I shouldn't be thinking too hard, especially since the wall-crawler is gone but… This mob war is getting its toll"

"Am fine, Wesley. Now stop it"

"Your wife is worried too, sir" James didn't hit around the bush. "If Silvermane or Owsley get wind on any of this…"

"I know the consequences, Wesley. That is what my job is about. I'm not afraid of them not now or ever. And as for the Spider, well. A pity, I must say. But business is business. A nice sport but one must learn to handle defeat and loss" he puffed with pride. Someone knocked the door. "C'mon in"

"Mr. Fisk?" one of the party guests came into the room.

"Ah, Norman! I was beginning to wonder what was taking you so long" Fisk smiled and sat down. "Wesley, bring some refreshments for our friend"

"Yes, sir" nodded the secretary who walked to the door and left, but not before frowning towards the scientist.

"Comfortable with your new life, Norman?"

"What do you want from me, Fisk? You asked me to come for something important" Osborne rose an eyebrow.

"Indeed it is but I will only tell you if it stays within these walls. Tell anyone and perhaps Harry will be missing a finger or two next month. Or maybe, Oscorp will find itself broke"

"Very well, fine. My lips are sealed. What is it?"

"Me"

"You? You're a bulldozer, Fisk. Even with no superpowers, nobody can match your stamina or your strength. Not to mention your quirky mind"

"True, true. But let's say that something has turn up. All in a hypothetical way, of course"

"Of course" Norman frowned.

"If by some chance, I was suffering of heart condition, what would you do?" Fisk kept a blank expression.

"I dunno. I have never thought of you as a sick man" Osborne had never thought of that possibility but it sounded pretty interesting, especially after his latest discoveries in the lab. Besides we all think he has no heart, worth seeing if it looks like a whale's for a change. "But what does it have to do with me?"

"Am no youngster, this I cannot deny. Not as old as Silvermane but still no longer in my thirties. My body is a matter I take with care just like my mind. And if a piece does not work, specially an important one, I must consider options. And the best one I saw was you, Norman"

"Me?"

"Yes. You investigate this matter and a more than generous donation will fall on Oscorp" Wilson leaned on his seat. "Fail me and I won't be the only one going down"

"Very well, but I will need all the details you can give me"

"You'll have them this evening during the party. And remember, if this talk leaves this walls, I'll use your heart as spare for mine" Fisk's eyes turned to ice. Once Wesley was back, the conversation was about the business of both. Still, the secretary was no fool. He knew that the larger man was planning something so he contacted his only reliable ally to discuss a strategy. Around eight o'clock, Vanessa came into the office wearing her finest dress. "My dear" Wilson gently kissed her neck.

"Didn't know Norman was coming" she sat next to her husband.

"I needed to discuss some details about his new research… You look gorgeous tonight"

"I always have to look my best so that people can notice me by your side" Vanessa softly tilted her head. "Wilson, bout the doctor…"

"I told Wesley. I´ll be fine"

"Wilson, spending some days in Switzerland until you feel better is not running away"

"In this city it does" he lighted a Havana.

"Do you really have to smoke those? Your…"

"Vanessa, I won't have any more words about this"

"It's your life we are talking about. Your heart, your lungs! You are practically committing suicide"

"Here we go again"

"Wilson! I know this has been a quiet year but please, reconsider!" she got up and held her tears.

"What should I reconsider?" Fisk raised an eyebrow.

"Hmph!" Vanessa stormed out of the room.

"Vanessa! C'me back and tell me! What should I reconsider?" he got up, leaving a newspaper open with the front page: Spider fake or comeback? Is the Spider alive?

Meanwhile, Norman was back in his lab with the pieces he had kept from his last fight with Spiderman. Not much to bargain with but a small portion of tissue was worth a fortune and if it could buy his revenge against the Kingpin, it was worth the biggest treachery of all times.

Hope I started good and you guys like it!

Tell me if it needs anything or if you have any ideas.

Inspirations taken from Joe Pantoliano's Urich and Ayelet's Vanessa.

More to come, lads!