A/N: Spider-Man is the property of Marvel Comics. Owned and created by Mr. Stan Lee and Mr. Steve Ditko. I wish I was Stan Lee. The Punisher is also the property of Marvel Comics, created by Mr. Gerry Conway.

There's no intent to make a profit or anything. And I'm broke, so please don't take me to court.

Warnings: OOC, heavy use of language, violence, and so on. Not associated with commonly known Spider-Man or general Marvel storylines such as Civil War, House of M, Age of Apocalypse, Ultimate Marvel. That sort of thing. Sorry.

I'm continuing with the day that Hell Froze Over.

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Spidey looked at his hands as he took heaving breaths. He then turned his open hands into fists.

For you, M.J.

Spider-Man looked up and then down where the condemned Rogan Hibbits had just fallen to his doom. He put his mask back on and let out a web aimed toward another building....

"Now it's time to fight this fight the right way," said Peter.

While he was webslinging, Peter noticed the black GTO Judge chasing a black Mustang down the busy freeway of Manhattan. It was time to swing into action.

Literally.

The black web was stonger, and extended further, but it wouldn't be able to reach the freeway. So Pete took a powerful leap and shot out another web that hit a "how long until" sign and waited until the car came close enough for him to jump on it.

The bank robbers inside heard the thump and were shocked when Spider-Man looked down through the driver's window.

"And what about all the poor and homeless people who need that money?" asked Spidey.

"It's Spider-Man! Waste him!"

"And they say there's hope for the incredibly stupid."

Peter took a big leap as automatic gunfire ravaged the roof of the car. He managed to backflip on the Judge chasing the car. Of course, the driver was Frank Castle.

"Hang back and let me show you how it's done, Castle."

Castle wasn't surprised to see Spider-Man helping him out, but why wasn't he trying to stop him from killing these scumbags? He didn't even ask as Spidey fired his signature Impact Webbing into the exhaust pipe, gumming up the works.

"Hey, Frank. How about you let me ride shotgun?"

Castle lowered the passenger window as Peter climbed in.

"What are you doing here, webhead?"

"Playing hero by a new set of rules" was the response from the webslinger.

"Now let me borrow some flashbang grenades."

"Flashbangs? Typical of the spandex crowd, always want to tie these punks up and leave them for the cops."

"Typical?!" yelled Peter. "Fuck that. I know you have frags in this piece of shit you call a car."

Peter had changed in a matter of time. It took Castle a second to notice the black suit.

Castle: "I see you've picked up that alien friend of yours again."

Parker: "I don't need any pussy symbiote, unlike Venom and Carnage."

But Castle smiled. Was Spider-Man finally gonna fight the war like it should be fought?

"I've got something better. Grab the C4 from the truck."

Peter climbed out of the car when Castle popped the trunk and pulled out an M4 Carbine, trying his best to steer and fire. Spidey managed to grab two of the charges. He set the charges for five seconds before wrapping them in a ball of black webbing.

"Castle, pull back!" yelled Peter as he swung and hurled the makeshift bolo through the back window of the Mustang.

Castle hit the brakes and pulled over as the robbers screamed in terror before the charges went off. The burning wreck of the Mustang skidded down the street for at least a mile or two before falling off of the freeway and onto a clear street below. Spidey stood on the hood of the Judge as he looked at the destroyed vehicle below before swinging off.

If anything surprised the hell out of the Punisher, it was that Spider-Man had finally decided to join the dark side of crimefighting. He was in utter silence as he watched Spidey swing off into the night.

The next morning, Spidey's adventure with the Punisher made front page of the Bugle. The headline: "Spider-Man Shows True Colors!"

Peter had these pictures taken in order to show the world that New York's friendly neighborhood Spider-Man was no longer going to be what he called "friendly" to the scum of this city.

J. Jonah Jameson, publisher of the Bugle, was pleased to see these pictures.

"Parker!" he said in his gruff voice. "You've finally taken the pictures of the century. I always knew that web-slinging son of a gun was a two-bit criminal!"

"It looks like there's a new side of Spider-Man."

"And now New York knows it! He's joined forces with the Punisher, a psychotic trigger-happy maniac!"

Robbie Robertson, editor-in-chief of the Bugle, stepped into Jonah's office.

"You know, the Punisher has also done a lot for this city, too."

"Yeah, he's done nothing but help tear it apart, along with the other bullet-crazy nutsos!"

Peter: "Hold up, Mr. Jameson. I talked to Spider-Man after taking the pictures. He says that he agrees with being tough on crime."

Jonah: "Spider-Man's a criminal! And I hope they throw the book at him when they catch him!"

Peter turned around and walked out of Jonah's office, putting a fat check in his pocket. That was the most he ever made for getting shots of himself...