The Web Slinger and the Devil Hunter
DISCLAIMER: Spiderman and Devil May Cry are not mine.
Peter Parker entered the Daily Bugle, waving to a few of the staff. As he entered Jameson's office, JJ turned and glowered at him. "Parker! You better have some decent pictures of that menace Spider Man or you're fired!" Peter meekly handed over a picture of Spider Man catching a construction worker whose harness had failed, and another picture of Spider Man leaning against the wall next to a tied up bank robber. "They stink. I'll give you fifty for both of them." Peter rolled his eyes.
As Peter was about to leave the office with his fifty dollars, Jameson's phone rang. "A whole bar in Queens butchered?" cried Jameson. "Some white haired guy in a red coat seen leaving the scene? Police unable to stop him? Parker!" Jameson turned around to tell Peter to go and take photos, but Peter had already vanished. "If he doesn't bring me pictures of this white haired freak, he's fired!"
Spider Man found the bar easily, and the white haired man was standing on the roof of a building a few blocks away, which meant the police were having trouble finding him, but Spider Man could see him from above easily. Spider Man landed, firing webs at the man's feet. The man vanished before the webs hit him, appearing in front of Peter. "That's a cute little trick you got there, kid. What else you got?" Spider Man swung his fist at the white haired man's face, but the man casually leaned back, gripping Peter's wrist as he did so. Spider Man attempted to kick the white haired man, but the man threw him into the air, uppercutting him in the face as he started to come down. The force of the punch spun Spider Man around in the air, and the man in red followed up with a kick, which launched Spider Man off the rooftop and straight through the brick wall of the next building, and out the other side of it, leaving him to fall several hundred feet towards the ground. Peter was too dazed to save himself, as his head was spinning, and he couldn't even tell if he was upright or not. Suddenly, an arm wrapped around his waist, halting his fall, and before he knew it, he was lying on the top of the building he had been smashed through. Peter's blurry vision could just make out the red of his saviour's coat, and the white of his hair.