Woah! Thank you, thank you and then thank you again. It's great to see that new readers have taken to joining this series, and i'd like to thank those that read, reviewed, followed and favorited. Just thank you. Now, wow, this has been going great so far, and i'm really glad I choose to reboot TASM Volume 1. Now, I hope you liked the origin story, but now that Peter has accomplished his persona as The Amazing Spider-Man, it's to begin with the action and fluff just as The Perfect Secrets had said. So, this chapter has a great amount of action, and there's a lot of things taking place here, so I guess this one is heaps packed with a lot of action and explosions.

But, before we begin. Woah! 17 reviews in 2 chapters in the span of a couple of days? Are you serious? Thank you so much! I wonder if we can reach 20 reviews. Well, we'll see about that, and I can honestly say rebooting TASM volume 1 was the best move!

Also, on another note, while the beginning of the chapter may put you off, it gets better later on. Trust me. And, i'll give a warning for an f-bomb which is dropped here, and i'll be honest, it really isn't justified. But, it's half censored.

Now, thanks for those who have been patient to wait for an update, so I hope you like this. Read and please review!

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- The Crime Lord, Part 1 -

*Crash* The brick violently pounds on the ATM storage, as the cash pours out and the man fills it into his satchel, sealing it and wearing the satchel over his back. He chucks the brick aside, racing off before any authorities catch up to him. 'Oh my gosh' he says. 'I've gotta get away.'

'Sure you do' a web fires, pulling the man high to a metal pole and suspending him in the air, where he sees Spider-Man perched on the pole. 'But, please, let's spare the challenge. Well, if there is any.'

Spider-Man leaps off the metal pole, successfully landing on the ground. 'It's the freak!' The criminal cries. 'Yeah, it's Spectacular Spider-Man' Peter fires a web, which adheres onto the building beside the pole, as he swings up and spins around the pole. 'It's not that hard to remember' he lands on top of the pole. 'Now, i'm going to have to take you to the other side of town.'

Fear floods the criminals face.

Sirens wail, loudly, filling the streets as multiple police vehicles chase behind a rapidly speeding car. High above, Spider-Man swings, one web after the other, flipping high in the air to grab more momentum, landing on top of the speeding car and grabbing hold of the officers' attention.

'Hey, is that Spider-Man?'

Spider-Man swings down, crashing onto the top of the speeding car and rocking the vehicle. 'Oh my...' the driver is heard. Peter reaches his hand, smashing his fist through it and using his spider sense to guide him to locate the driver.

He clutches the drivers shirt, and maybe too violently, drags him out of the window and jumps off the vehicle, which skids off the road and crashes near a number of civilians, smashing through and inside a building as Spider-Man lands onto the side walk with the criminal. 'Ah!' The criminal wrestles the Spider-Man off, running away, attempting an escape. 'Well...' Spider-Man stands up. 'Easy' he reaches into a garbage bin beside him, fumbling around with it's contents and picking out a rotten tin. It's dirty, the tin ripped off, yet he propels it forward, watching it fly forward to the criminal and glide through the air, clashing on his back and resulting to him falling on the ground. 'Score' Peter cries, turning around, to see he's already surrounded with cameras panning on his face.

'Um... hey guys' Spider-Man waves. The crowd stay silent. 'I'm Spider-Man, nice to meet you. You know, sorry for the car. This is awkward' he whispers the last part. 'Well, salute. I hope you're safe' he aims his shooter to the top of a building, applying enough pressure, yet not too much, to fire a precise web, yanking on it and swinging off, one web after the other.

'I can't believe he did that!'

Peter's dressed in his casual clothing, the bag containing his Spider-Man equipment slung and hanging off his back. In the past couple of days, he's earn't himself quiet a reputation. For 1, he's known as the number one New York vigilante. And 2, he's been branded Spider-Man. MJ's celebration – which seemed to come out of nowhere – is tomorrow, and Aunt May has been handling very well in the past few days, while being more collective, quiet and kept to herself then usual days.

Approaching the door, Peter knocked silently, longing for a reply, yet none comes. 'Hm...' he knocks again, the door shooting open, finding Aunt May standing inside. Her face fills with delight. 'Oh Peter' Aunt May smiles. 'Dear, come in' she kisses him on his forehead, letting him in as she shuts the door behind him.

She's dressed in an apron, and it's obvious she's committed to cooking something. The stove is switched on, and she's cutting vegetables which are assorted around a cutting board. She turns to the veggies and then back to Peter.

'Oh, I'm cooking a meal for MJ for her and her Aunt. She was very good to us at the time of the loss' Aunt May explains.

'I think that's great' Peter replies. 'Anyways, i'm going to get ready for school.'

'And i'll have breakfast ready.'

Peter climbs up the stairs and into his room, letting his bag drop to the ground. Before he dresses, he sits on his chair under his computer, switching it on and longing for it to load. He stares around his room, which is tidy. Aunt May must've cleaned it up.

The cupboard – those are usually open – are now shut. His pencils must be well organised inside. His computer homepage materialises on the screen, as he reaches for the mouse, grasping it with his hands but catching a moment to stare at his wallpaper.

A portrait of him – at a younger age – standing beside his Uncle, the background shows a nice view of the blue sky and the vast ocean. The sun is visible, hung up in the horizon, and casting a bright light on Peter and Uncle Ben. It was the day they went fishing before the science exhibition. Peter smiles. I miss the guy.

He browses the internet, searching for news on his Uncle's killer. The man who took the life of his Uncle and his Auntie's husband. It's not a vendetta or a family feud, and it isn't justice, it's so he can't hurt any more people then he already has. He searches the name Dennis Carradine and then clicks on google news. He scrolls down different types of news and announcements, yet there isn't a clear lead. Maybe some other day.

Norman hasn't been able to brush up on much cross species genetics intelligence. In fact, work hasn't been very positive in previous days. One thing hasn't left his mind, and it's the reason he sits in his office reading through the letter, attempting, yet failing, to deduce who wrote this letter. He sits in his room before his son's school starts, and he picks up the letter, removing the seal to reread the words filling the page:

Dear Norman, we've been watching you. We know who you really are. We know what you do but we need to know how you do it. For a week, we've been placing eyes and ears on you whenever and where ever we can. You've been good, but most times, we're better. We'll be behind you when you least expect it, and we've been watching your son too. You try some stupid move, we'll murder him, and then let you live with the loss. Meet us at the desired address on the bottom of the letter, and we'll let your son live. No one else, just you. Meet us there in 5 days, 7:40 PM. We'll be watching you.

Good luck.

For a second, the letter is still in his hands, but a couple of seconds, after re-reading the letter, he sets in down, leaning on his chair. 'God help me' he says to himself. 'God help Harry.'

'Who was George Washington?' The history teacher asks 10S class, as he strolls across the room, one side to the other. 'A hero? A villain? A lunacy? For what did he fight for? Freedom? Choice of words? What do you believe in? But before we begin, i'd like to discuss a topic. Family. Flash Thompson, how many family members did George Washington have?'

'Um...' Flash looks around and then back to the teacher. 'A step mother... father... and... 3 younger brothers?'

'Well... you're close Flash, but George Washington actually-'

Once the class is finished, everyone steps out of class – it's a free period, where he finds MJ staring herself in her locker mirror.

'Hey, MJ,' Peter says, sounding more stern then usual, as she flicks a strand of hair off of her eyes, finishing applying her lip gloss and then placing it back in her locker, stuffing it near other variants of lip gloss.

'Hey,' she shuts the locker behind her, turning to Peter.

'Hey, um... MJ?' Peter talks. 'It's just... I needed a... a friend... my Uncle.'

And with that, Peter trails off.

'I think that'll do,' Aunt May notes, picking out a tuxedo and flashing it in front of Peter's face in the apparel store. The tuxedo's white, along with a crimson handkerchief. 'Um... no' Peter removes it from his Aunties hand, placing it back on the hanger it's held up by.

'Why not?' Aunt May asks.

'Because it's casual' Peter says.

'Hm...' Aunt May thinks, walking past him to a black leather jacket with a grey undervest connected to a grey hood. 'How about this?' She picks it off the hanger. Peter's look is both worried and saddened.

'What is it, Peter?' Aunt May seems to notice.

'I dunno...' Peter replies, glancing onto the price tag, which reads $48.

'Oh, Peter...' Aunt May speaks in a more tender voice, placing a hand on Peter's shoulder. 'It's alright, this'll be special.'

'Aunt May, did you just use abbreviation?' Peter asks, lightening the mood.

Aunt May smiles.

'But thank you' he thanks. 'Thank you a lot.'

Man... Aunt May... she loves me SO much. I feel sorry for her. I have nothing to offer.

'Oh, cute,' Flash Thompson steps in, his hair to the side, and dressed in a blue and white letterman jacket. 'Hey,' he says, raising his hand to Aunt May. 'I'm Flash Thompson.'

'Um... yes...' Aunt May grows nervous, Peter grows inflamed. 'Hi...' she places a hand on his, shaking it. Once they let go, following a brief shake, Flash turns to Peter, speaking a silent hey then turning to Aunt May. 'I'm so sorry for your loss.'

Aunt May smiles, the tears obviously threatening to flood out of her eyes and down her clothes, yet she manages to talk. 'It's fine... you did nothing... but thank you.'

Flash... being considerate? No way.

- Tomorrow -

Once school is finished, Peter heads home. House is quiet, now without Uncle Ben, and Aunt May is either in the kitchen, watching movies or knitting up a sweater. Peter's been trying to look good, gelling his hair to the side for a change. He fits himself with the leather jacket after taking a dip in the shower, letting the water bounce onto and off of his frame, and when it's 7:00, students arrive at the party.

People have arrived to MJ's house, ladies and gentlemen filling the room in excitement, listening to loud music, drinking, eating, singing along with the loud music, or just doing something else. Students make out, be it on the couch or upstairs, taking advantage of the fact that MJ's mother is gone for the night. Food is scattered all around the house, some of it on the ground, as MJ strolls around the house beginning small chat.

Kenny, Flash and Randy are together, and while it's obvious Kenny is checking out MJ, Flash and Randy are just chatting about sports. Liz and Sally are talking about boyfriends, both of them with a glass of lemonade in their hands. However, Harry and Peter aren't there yet.

'Hey, Sally, Liz,' MJ approaches the two of them.

'Hey, MJ,' Liz says. 'Nice party you've got here.'

'And nice dress' Sally compliments.

'Well what can I say?' MJ twirls herself around, her skirt flapping through the air, as she earns a laugh from her fellow friends. 'This thing makes me look like Cinderella' she stops. 'Anyway, where are Peter and Harry?' Sally asks.

'Dunno,' MJ turns, peeking out of the window and locating Peter's residence across the street, yet she can't hear any of the speech and talking from inside, if there is any. 'I'd f**k all over the room if they didn't come,' MJ turns back to her friends. 'They'll probably come,' she moves a strand of hair off of her eye. 'Anyways, i'm going to go grab a drink.'

Harry grabs the packet of chips off of the table, dressed in his shirt, his hair styled messier then usual. Grabbing the packet in his hand, he walks off, exiting his bed room to find his dad. He crosses past the hallway, finding Bernard the butler, an aged man who had continued to serve the Osborn family for years now.

'Hey, mister Bernard,' Harry stops Bernard in his tracks past the hallway.

'Yes, sir?' Bernard stops to talk to Harry.

'Hey, do you know where father is?'

'He's in his office, I think.'

'Thanks Bernard.'

A door knock arrives to Norman's room – a dim, dark room. The letter is in Norman's grasp, he's looking into it, studying it and it's contents, reading through it:

Dear Norman, we've been watching you. We know who you really are. We know what you do but we need to know how you do it. For a week, we've been placing eyes and ears on you whenever and where ever we can.

He's interrupted when the knock arrives, quickly coming to realisation that whoever sent this may be the person who freed the spider – if someone did. He folds the letter, placing it in it's rightful envelope and stuffing it in his tuxedo pocket. 'Coming,' he paces quickly to the door, twisting the knob to find Harry standing there, holding a packet of chips in his hand.

'Hey, dad,' Harry says in a contented voice, realising a frown forming on Norman's face, filling it. 'Harry...' Norman replies, not able to hide the stern expression that is obvious, clear on his face.

'What is it, dad?' Harry asks.

Norman smiles. 'I'll be fine, I just have to go to a meeting' he places his hands on Harry's shoulders, considering the fact that this may be the last time he'll see him. 'I love you.'

'C'mon, Aunt May, don't hold me up for long' Peter tells his Auntie, as she adds the final touches for the party. 'There, you'll be good' Aunt May steps back, smiling to Peter. 'Have fun.'

'I'll do just that' Peter replies. 'Anyway, i'll see you' Peter turns, walking off to the door. Aunt May – her all alone in the house, and the thought stings him. Once he's outside, he strolls to MJ's house, which he can see from his – the door open. He hears loud music, screaming, and he wouldn't be surprised if an old lady approached the house with a complaint of some sorts. He hears lights beaming from inside, and it's obvious students are heavily partying.

Eventually, after a bit of pacing, Peter reaches the door, walking inside, acknowledging that he'll be excepted anyway. The house is packed, he can see the teens making out, the other people dancing to music, people chatting and others pouring drinks or picking food. He picks out Kenny, Flash and Randy, chattering to each other but eyeing Peter as he enters. He also sees Sally alone, and Liz approaching the jocks, while MJ pours drinks in the front and the DJ switches on and monitors music. He also notices other people he's never bothered to make friends or enemies with.

The first person he approaches is MJ, who finishes off filling two cups of steaming lemonade. 'Hey' MJ leaves the lid on the bench. 'What's up, Pete?'

'Um... nothing-'

'Why are you late?' MJ asks, walking off with the two drinks clasped in her hands.

'Well, my Auntie was trying to give me another how do I look session. So, yeah, that held me up.'

MJ stops to the DJ, placing the drink in his hand. 'Thanks' he nods, taking the drink. 'Well, i'll be at the dance floor' MJ comments, walking off as Peter turns to the DJ, who returns a glance. 'People can be crazy, sometimes' the DJ comments. 'Yeah, true' Peter replies, obviously laying his eyes on the lemonade.

'You can take it' the DJ signals to the drink. 'I'm not that thirsty, anyways. Knock yourself out.'

'Thanks' Peter accepts, grabbing the glass and taking a drink. Once he's finished gulping the whole lot, he places it back on the DJ table, thanking the guy and walking off to the dance floor, where he finds almost everyone dancing – Liz, MJ, Flash, Sally, Kenny and Randy, that's when he lays eyes on Harry, sitting and chatting with a couple of friends on the couch.

'Hm...' Peter walks off the dance floor, strolling all the way to Harry. 'Hey, Harry.'

Harry turns to his friend.

'Hey, Pete' he stands off the couch, patting his friend on the shoulder. 'How you doing?'

'Nothin', just waiting for you to-'

'Nothin'?' Harry asks, smiling. 'First time you used slang.'

'Hey, Harry' Sally steps in, shoving Peter aside and smiling. 'You want to dance?' Harry turns to Peter, then back to Sally, it's either because he's conflicted or the thought of this brings a devilish grin to his face. 'Okay' Harry accepts. 'C'mon' Sally takes his hand, walking him off to the dance floor. Peter sighs, as he's encountered by Randy. 'Yeah, I know how it feels' Randy notes. 'You'll get over it some time. Being all lonely' he walks off as he sees MJ stepping off of the dance floor and approaching him.

Please don't ask me to dance! Please don't-

'Hey, wassup?' MJ lowers her dress. 'C'mon, let's dance' she grabs his hand, pulling him away.

'Look, MJ, I'm...'

Look, Peter, maybe it won't be a bad thing anyway.

Quickly, she walks Peter up to the dance floor, as he stands in front of her, lights beaming over them. 'What do I do?' Peter asks. MJ chuckles, 'just dance and do anything', she begins dancing herself. Okay. Realising that everyone is dancing, including Flash, Peter decides to pull a few moves himself, turning left, right, then twirling himself around and catching some other peoples attention.

'Oh...' other teens turn to say, as he smiles and dances, making a total fool of himself. MJ laughs. 'Try this' MJ steps back, performing a spectacular shuffle move as she bounces back and forward, stomping her foot up and down in an orderly manner. 'Wow' Peter is dumbfounded. 'Never knew you had it in you.'

'Well maybe you don't know that you have it in you' MJ taps Peter on the chest. 'Try it.'

Peter reconsiders, full well knowing that if he tries, he'll probably fail, but what has he got to lose anyway? Nearly half the class already hates him anyways. Stepping back, Peter is quick to try and replicate the dance moves, brushing himself back, then forward, swinging his feet and then stomping them in just the same manner that MJ did, realising he's actually good at it. 'Woah' he stops. 'I never knew I had it in me.'

'It's a dancers instinct' MJ replies. 'Let's try something else now.'

Norman's car pulls over near the warehouse, lights battered, beaten and broken from the outside. It doesn't look so good – not at all at least. He picks the letter out of his pocket, glancing into the address and then looking into the sign displayed in the front – this is it.

Sealing the envelope – which now has the letter inside – Norman places the letter in his pocket, fear whelming him as he glances into the warehouse yet again. Opening the door, Norman steps outside, eyes shifting from one place to the other, then his eyes locking onto the warehouse as he dawns forward to the door.

Once he's in the entrance, Norman knocks, awaiting an answer, yet there's none to come. Knocking again, Norman steps back, and still nothing, till a hatch opens, two eyes locking into Norman's and sending him back, thrusting with fear, and out of instinct, placing a hand on his pocket and checking his pistol is still kept in there.

The door springs back into darkness, and the room is pitch black. What is inside, Norman doesn't know. He's tempted to turn, and to run, yet he remembers Harry. He's too young to lose his life now.

'Hello!' Norman yells, with no reply to greet him. He walks forward, one foot always in front, and before he can even enter, an arm reaches out, quick enough to clutch his shirt and pull him inside, pounding him twice with a crowbar after shutting the door.

'Ah! Ah!' Norman looks up to see a figure, dressed in a white, golden and silver armour, a mask, with a golden moon like emblem displayed on his chest, with a belt tightened around his waist. The figure chucks the crowbar aside, looking into the blood that penetrates Norman's shirt.

'What the hell!' Norman cries, as the man picks him up, placing him onto a chair, as the lights switch on, and in front of Norman is a big, bald man, dressed in a white somber suit over his big build. Beside the man are 3 other men, one of them tanned and muscular, dressed in a white shirt and a bling, while the other man is dressed in a tux, his brown hair sleeked to the side, while the third man is dressed with a vest over a shirt, dressed in a cowboy like hat, a coiled whip hung on his belt.

The man in the moon themed costume steps near the bald man and his accomplices, smacking Norman hard with the crowbar and chucking it aside. 'Who the hell are you guys?' Norman asks, failing on hiding his fear.

The man in the armour steps forward, shoving his hand into Norman's pocket and picking out the letter, scrolling through its contents then chucking it aside. 'How the heck do you do it?' The armoured man asks, clenching his fist.

'Do what?' Norman asks.

The man raises his fist. 'The cross species genetics...'

'I...' Norman replies, the armoured man raising a fist, noticing Norman doesn't answer, and driving his first forward, colliding it against Norman's face. 'Ah!' Norman yells. 'You can't know my secrets!'

'We'll only ask you one more time' the bald man in the suit says. 'How have you made your discoveries?'

'I read a book' Norman replies. Kingpin chuckles, turning to the man in the moon based costume, nodding to him. Yet in that moment, Norman recognises the bald man, for they had met years ago.

- 4 years ago -

'Mr. Osborn,' Wilson says, as a younger Norman enters Wilson's – who was smaller – office.

'Mr. Fisk' Norman approaches Fisk, who offers a handshake, and Norman shakes Fisk's larger hand. 'It's a pleasure to meet you.'

'Pleasure to meet me?' Wilson asks. 'I thought I called this meeting.'

'And that means...'

'That we'll both be making profit' Wilson concludes his sentence. 'You see' he begins strolling around the room. 'I have an ambitious vision' he grabs his cane, which is clear propped against a table in the centre of the room. 'Your cross species genetics research is interesting, yes. But, you lack a beginning. But... Norman... i'm not trying to offend you, but you need a start.'

Norman isn't offended, yet his pride is damaged. His pride – it's something he's always been known for, but never been good at covering for. 'We actually do' Norman calms his inner self. 'We've began experimenting and... things have been going out pretty well.'

'And do you have the right volunteers?' Wilson asks.

'Yes, actually, we have a procedure. Once a family member dies – be it a boy, girl, old lady, old man, young lady or young man, that person – before they die – can subject their body to OsCorp for experimenting, and in return, his or her family makes 25% money off of the research.'

Wilson is clearly surprised.

'Do you have enough money?' Wilson asks next.

'Yes' Norman replies, as if he's been offended – and maybe he has been, considering the fact that Wilson is slowly pushing his buttons, and also considering the fact he's a crime lord.

'Yet clearly not as much as I do' Wilson is quick to reply. 'We can work together. I have the money, and you have the research. We can split the shares.'

Norman steps back. 'I'll do just fine...' he refuses. 'Kingpin...'

- Present day -

Suddenly, the armoured man beats Norman up in many ways – punching him, kicking him, kneeing him and head butting him, then picking him up and twisting his wrist. 'Ah! Let me go!'

The armoured man chucks Norman forward to the ground, approaching him as he removes a razor-edged crescent blade, sharpened and keen.

'I just wanna feel your body right next to mine. All night long, baby slow down the song' MJ sings on stage, crowds cheering for her. 'And when it's coming closer to the end, hit rewind. All night long, baby slow down the song!'

Peter approaches the lollies arranged on the bench, picking out a sour snake and placing it in his mouth, chewing on it, then approached by Flash. 'Hey, Pete,' Flash starts.

Just because my Uncle died? You serious? Nice way to soften up, Flash.

'Hey,' Peter replies, still chewing the lolly in his mouth. 'Sup?'

'Dunno, just hanging around I guess. Little Parker.' He pats Peter on the head, twice, before walking off.

As MJ sings, the tingling sensation occurs again, alarming Peter of some sort of danger, but this time, it feels different. People continue to dance, and while Peter isn't dizzy by any means, he shifts his head from one place to another, trying but failing to identify the source, until the sense urges him to leave the area, as if it's leading him somewhere else.

He scrambles through several teens, exiting the house and hoping he wasn't spotted by MJ – or any other of his friends or Flash's friends. Stay a blade in the crowd. Yup, that's it.

He leads himself past the door, exiting the lawn and then rushing off once he's out of sight. His senses strengthen, as he rushes across to his home, taking the window to his bed room and looking around to find his bag, and quickly slinging it around his back and tightening his web shooters around his wrists, Peter swings off to play hero.

Guiding himself through the air, and web zipping from point A to point B, Peter's sense directs him to the remote location. He flips in the air, gaining more momentum as he thrusts himself high, propelling down to the ground while unleashing a web, which connects with a building and swings him high in the air.

It takes him 20 minutes, yet finally, he's reached the destination – a desecrated warehouse. Swinging carefully, Peter smashes through the window, his eyes falling into the scene with Wilson Fisk, his men and Norman, quickly grabbing their attention.

'Woah!' Peter loses balance due to inexperience, propelling forward to the ground, making impact and then rolling on the ground. 'Crash landed' he says, still on the floor. Scrambling onto his feet, Peter turns to the other men in the room, all of them who are staring at him now.

'What the hell?' Kingpin steps back. 'Who the hell are you?'

The armoured man still holds the blade in his hand.

'Seriously?' Spider-Man asks. 'How do you not know me? I'm like awesome, i'm cool and i'm famous' Peter applies pressure to the shooter trigger, zipping to the wall and clinging, yet still facing the other men. 'I'm like... Redfoo famous. But... unfortunately... I don't sing.'

Leaping off of the wall, Spider-Man ejects a strand of webbing, which adheres onto the armoured man's crescent blade hand.

'Look, i'm really sorry' Spider-Man is propelling forward to the armoured man, who quickly ejects a crescent blade, holding the blade in his other hand, cutting off the strand of webbing as if it's plastic, then turning to Spider-Man, dodging his strike as he lands on the floor.

Turning to face Spider-Man, the armoured man places the blades away, performs an upper cut, knocking him to the ground with ease. Swinging his leg, the armoured man kicks Spider-Man, injuring him.

'Ah!' Peter shouts. 'What do you even pack in that leg armour of yours. Also...' he backflips onto his feat, and it's clear the armoured man is shocked from the feat. 'Have you watched the movie 'moon'? C'mon... i'm prettysure you've watched it' he circles the armoured man. 'You must be british, right? British, huh? C'mon tell me. Liam? Zayn? Nial-?'

'Enough!' Kingpin yells, pointing to Spider-Man. 'Bring me his corpse.'

Suddenly, everyone – save for Norman and Kingpin – leap and sprint forward to Spider-Man, kicking and punching him around. 'Ah!' Peter screams, blocking a hit from the armoured man, then sending him to the ground, turning to the cowboy like figure, knocking him down.

'So, what's your name?' Peter asks, as he engages into a hand to hand combat with the big, tan, muscular guy. 'The name is Ox, dude' the muscular man replies, sending his fist forward, knocking Peter to the ground and dazing him.

'Dude... I was talking to John Marston, here!' Peter points to the cowboy guy on the ground. 'What's your name?'

'It's Montana to you, mister!' The cowboy figure jumps up on his feet, removing his whip and flicking it, striking Spider-Man on his back.

'Ah!' Spider-Man yells, clutching his back, yet standing up on his two feet, and turning to the brown haired man with the slicked hair. 'I'm Fancy Dan...' the man steps forward, removing a pistol. 'They call me that for a reason' he fires at Spider-Man, who effortlessly dodges the bullet, leaping forward, yet caught in the air by Ox, who carries Spider-Man, smashing him onto the table.

'Ah!' Spider-Man exclaims, grabbing Ox's head, and smashing him onto the table, punching him several times. 'Ah!' Ox screams, yet Peter is interrupted when he's grabbed and suspended in the air by the armoured man, who locks eyes with him.

'And what about you?' Spider-Man asks, as the armoured man applies pressure onto his wrists. 'What's your name?'

'I'm not here to monologue' the armoured man chucks Spider-Man aside, who lands on the floor, his web shooters half cracking.

'Monologue is my forte' Spider-Man replies, quickly rushing forward, swinging his fist on the armoured man, now engaging with hand to hand combat with him. They trade punches and kicks, yet the armoured man trounces Spider-Man, wrapping his wrists around Spider-Man's neck, holding him in the air, delivering several punches onto Spider-Man face, then joined by Montana, Fancy Dan and Ox, who deliver fist punches onto Spider-Man's face, showing no mercy.

'No!' Norman clambers onto his two feet, rushing forward like a bull, aiming for Moon Knight, who, with little effort, raises his fist and knocks Norman onto the floor. 'Ah!' Norman places his hands on his face, and cupping his nose, as a string of cold blood begins to show.

Spider-Man is punched yet again, this time by Ox, but successfully, Peter kicks off of Ox, firing two webs on his chest and pulling forward, landing on Ox's chest and pinning him onto the ground. 'Woah, didn't know I had it in me' Spider-Man leaps off, turning to face Fancy Dan.

'So, Fancy...' Spider-Man begins. 'Why do they call you fancy?'

'Because i've got all types of moves and tricks up my sleeve' Fancy removes a pistol, aiming it, yet before he can fire, Peter lunges forward, kicking the gun off of his hand and sending it high in the air.

'You mean that trick?' Peter asks, as he's shocked by the man in the armour, who now holds a taser.

Screaming, Peter falls down onto the ground, looking up to face the armoured man, who now removes a baton, holding it in one hand, and a brass knuckle wrapped around his knuckles. 'You asked for my name before' the man lowers the baton, striking Spider-Man clear on his back. 'Well, it's Moon Knight.'

Driving the brass knuckle forward, Moon Knight delivers a pound onto Peter's back, who now screams, as Wilson Fisk walks forward. 'Stop, Moon Knight' he says.

'Why?' Moon Knight sighs, hanging the baton onto his belt, and storing the brass knuckle back where it belongs.

'Because he's my little dead bug' Wilson Fisk leans down, as Moon Knight steps back. 'So...' Wilson says into Peter's face, who is now too dazed to move.

'Who are you?' Wilson reaches for the mask, as Norman makes his escape, successfully escaping via the front door, to contact the police.

'The 2 legged spider' Peter leaps back up, delivering a punch onto Wilson's trunk, picking him up and propelling him into a wall. 'S**t' Moon Knight curses, removing two cosmetic pistols, as Peter leaps over Moon Knight. Quickly, Moon Knight removes a crescent blade, a red light flaring from the middle, and driving it into the roof.

Beeping is heard, and while Moon Knight and Kingpin's friend move away, and despite Peter warned by his spider sense, the roof explodes, sending a hunk of debris falling onto Peter, and sending him clashing onto the ground, half concious and half not.

'Ah!' He screams. 'I'm mucked up... i'm mucked up.'

MJ knocks on the Parker Residences house door, expecting a reply, one which she receives as the door opens, and she sees Aunt May standing inside.

'MJ' Aunt May smiles. 'Come in.'

However, MJ is worried as she steps in, shutting the door behind her. 'Hi, Ms. Parker,' MJ says. 'How have things been going?'

'Great...' Aunt May replies. 'Just feeling lonely now that Peter's not here.'

MJ steps back for some reason, as if she's either shocked or worried. Aunt May notices this no sooner then a second or so. 'What is it, MJ?' Aunt May asks, awaiting an answer.

'Ms. Parker... Peter isn't here, and apparently, some people saw him leave the party. I was worried... so I came here.'

'Oh... MJ... i'll give him a call. I'm sure he'll be fine.'

Peter has removed the rubble, and as he stands on his feet, Norman emerges from behind the boot of his vehicle, shutting it behind him and approaching Spider-Man.

'Hey...' Spider-Man replies, still unsteady and faint. 'What's up... are you alright?'

'I'm fine... and you saved me... but...'

Within a second, Peter falls down onto the ground, dazed and lightheaded. 'Ah!' He screams of pain.

It's all thefigh ting... damnit.

Fading out of conciousness, Peter's eyes shut, finally at peace.

It's like it'll never end. It's like he'll journey from one side, and there will never be another one. No end, and just a beginning. He can't stop, and he can't go back, yet only move forward. The streets are silent, and nothing is heard, nothing but a voice in his head, guiding him to his location.

'Venture forward' the aged voice speaks to him, as if it's demanding.

This man – the man who can go forward, yet can't go back – is Peter Parker, and now, swinging in the air, he can see his Uncle's face – Uncle Ben – telling him to go on. Scars appear all over his body, tearing him apart. Killing him, yet he continues on his present course – and while he now has a choice – he still goes on.

'Ah!' He shoots off of his bed. Luckily, he's still in his Spider-Man costume, and Norman stands next to him. He sits on his bed, looking up to Norman, who holds a cup of water in his hand. 'Spider-Man...' Norman hands Spider-Man the drink, and he takes it.

'Hi... Norman...' Spider-Man clutches his bag, then raising his mask over his mouth, pouring some water into his mouth. 'Why am I here?' Spider-Man asks, trying and hoping he didn't fail in not sounding rude.

'I was worried for you...' Norman places his hands behind his back. 'You did save my life.'

'And to what do I owe the pleasure?' Peter pulls his mask full over his face.

'Nothing much really... however... Spider-Man... you don't need to keep any secrets from me' Norman says, removing his hands from his back. 'I know who you are, Peter.'

This seems to daze Peter even more. Hostile, he becomes, as he stands up on his feet, still facing Norman.

'What?' Spider-Man asks. 'Don't be doltish. Look, I don't even know who Peter is. Peter FitzSimons?'

Norman smiles. 'Maybe some other time.'

'Anyways' Spider-Man breaks subject. 'I have to leave somewhere, but thanks.' Peter places the cup down, turning to the window to approach it, raising it up high and peeking his head out.

'No... thank you,' Norman says, just as Spider-Man is about to leave. Peter nods, says, 'it's fine,' and then leaps out of the window, shutting it as he does so. He's falling face first to the ground. Any more seconds and he'll make contact, yet he spins a web and escorts himself through the air.

'He's not picking up,' Aunt May places the phone down, turning to MJ, who is now even more worried then ever. 'My gosh...' MJ whispers. Aunt May sighs. 'He'll probably make it back sometime. I trust Peter' Aunt May says, yet in a way, MJ doesn't believe her.

'Well... i'll be at my house. I'll tell you if he comes' MJ decides, and shortly after, they part ways, where she strolls across the street and to her house.

Utilising his 'spider sense' to guide him, Spider-Man finds his bag, unzipping the seal, clenching his hand around his cell phone, and pulling it out. Once he's switched it on, it notifies him of a missed call from Aunt May. 'Damn,' he whispers, typing in a text:

Don't worry, Aunt May. I'll be home in time. I'll explain everything. I'm safe :).

It just sounds right, and Peter switches his phone off after sending, placing it back in his bag and zipping it shut. He slings the bag over his bag, his spider sense notifying him, turning around to find Moon Knight, standing there and staring at him, arms crossed.

'Hm... I wonder who you're texting there' Moon Knight begins.

'Busted' Peter replies, placing his arms in a position as if he's cuffed. 'Are you going to arrest me?' He places his arms down, earning a chuckle from Moon Knight, who removes a baton, playing around with it and tossing it from one hand to another.

'Nice moves,' Peter compliments, leaping behind Moon Knight, yet he's grabbed in the air and chucked back to the ground. 'Ouch,' he lands, as Moon Knight switches a button on his baton, an electric current cascading through the weapon, as he places it near Spider-Man's neck, threateningly.

'Make a move and i'll zap you with a 10 000 currents of electricity. You'll jolt. You won't run out of breath. You'll just fry and die like the bug you are' Moon Knight threatens.

'Go easy there, Chuck Norris' Peter raises his two hands. 'All right... we're both alike, you know?' He slides out of Moon Knight's baton's grasp, standing up on his two feet, as his phone is notified.

'Who's texting you?' Moon Knight asks.

'And how did you find me?' Spider-Man asks.

'It's all about following a lead' Moon Knight adjusts pressure on the button yet again, as the electricity stops coursing. He snaps the baton on his knees, showing ripped wires, and chucking it's two pieces next to Spider-Man's feet.

'Woah, watch it' Spider-Man yells.

'Now, i'm nothing like you' Moon Knight replies. 'I'm more smart. You're dumb.'

Moon Knight removes a crescent blade, chucking it at Peter, yet it's misplaced.

'Dude, you should play more Halo' Spider-Man says.

Moon Knight smirks, as Spider-Man's senses tingle, yet he's not quick enough to avoid the blade that comes launching from back, stabbing him in the back and sending him down on his knee. Yet it doesn't pierce too deep.

'Ah!' He removes the blade, rushing at Moon Knight and knocking him off his feet, yet he quickly stands up, striking Peter in the naval.

'Hey, that's my belly button' Spider-Man steps back. 'Now, let's go catching some thugs, shall we?'

Moon Knight chuckles. 'As if!'

'C'mon,' Peter replies. 'How about, if I can rid this street of all the criminals, you'll 'not' kill me. As if you could, but... if I don't rid this street of all it's criminals... then kill me. I'll let you stab me.'

Moon Knight stands to think, then nods. 'I like the sound of that.'

And so Peter works on rounding up criminals, strolling from one side to the other to put down common and uncommon thugs, all around the street. First is a car robbery, and Peter does good work – even earning a clap from Moon Knight along the way.

Next, he goes to tackle on a 4K TV robbery, and he manages to return it – and himself – safely, spick and spam. Next, he takes on two men robbing an ATM. 'Bravo' says Moon Knight, clapping, after Peter is done with them.

And once he's finished, they spawn back onto a roof top. 'Good work,' Moon Knight claps. 'You're good at this.'

'You bet' Spider-Man says. 'So you don't kill me.'

'Sure... of course not' Moon Knight sighs.

'What, Moony?' Spider-Man asks. 'Are you sad that you lost?' He fakes some crying.

'This is # !^' Moon Knight replies. 'There's no way else to explain it. You think I want to work with Kingpin. I don't. Really, i'd rather rid this street of rubbish then work for the guy. Look, kid, I could've killed you, yet I didn't. Why? Because I respect why you do this. You've got b***s, kid, trust me. To go out there and do that, that's something. And the only reason i'm working for Kingpin is because it's all I can do.'

Peter nods, understanding, yet still confused by the sudden change of heart. 'Okay, well... I mean... you can't go on working for him.'

Moon Knight chuckles. 'It's not that simple. Look, if I could have left Kingpin. I would've.'

'So that's his name?' Peter asks. 'I was just going to call him Fatty McFat McDonalds.'

Moon Knight smirks. 'The point is, I can't just walk out. He'll hunt me down and kill me.'

'Then don't do it alone' Peter suggests. 'I mean, I don't want to work with you or anything, but, why don't we do something like this together. Ok, look, I have to go now, so meet me on the top of this roof, 11:30 PM tonight, ok?'

Moon Knight nods. 'Deal.'

He's swinging through the air again, in his Peter Parker clothes now, and dropping near his house, he realises MJ's party is done and finished. However, his home light is still switched on. Placing his devices in his bag, Peter approaches his door, fumbling through his wallet and then picking out his keys.

He places them in, and once he hears the lock switch positions, he reaches his arm, opening the door, and shutting it behind him when he enters, realising the house is silent, not hearing a single voice. What if his Auntie went to the police?

He walks away from the door, and into the living room, finding Aunt May seated, sipping from her cup of coffee as she notices him there.

'Oh, Peter!' She stands up, approaching and embracing him.

'Hey' he can hear his web fluid splatter all inside his bag.

'What is that noise?' Aunt May separates, hearing the noise. Peter shakes his head. 'Nothing really. Look, Aunt May, please have a seat. I have some explaining to do.' Aunt May nods, approaching the couch, and taking a seat, none of them saying a word as she does so.

Peter approaches the couch, seating himself near her, and saying, 'Aunt May, I love you... but some things have come up. I know that we're all we have, and MJ and Harry have been great support, but with Uncle Ben gone... i've just needed some time alone. I'm sorry for leaving you. I should've called, but I was just strolling around the street, okay?'

Peter smiles, yet Aunt May cries a bit, tears escaping her eyes. 'I miss him' she cries, embracing Peter. 'I miss Uncle Ben so much.'

He cuddles her, letting her in and accepting her. She misses Ben. He misses him too, and pretty much everyone does, but what can they do now? They just need to be there for each other.

- A couple of minutes later -

'So, what's the plan?' Spider-Man asks Moon Knight, as they stand on top of the building they were on before.

'Ok, I have a list here' Moon Knight removes a list from his belt, showing it to Spider-Man, and it's plastered with a list of names:

Iron Fist

Daredevil

White Tiger

Spider-Man

Moon Knight

'Hey, why is my name on there?' Spider-Man asks.

'Just shut up' Moon Knight replies, silencing Peter. 'This is a list of names. I want to make a team, all of these heroes are all across New York, but we can put them together.'

'To do what?'

'To take down the Kingpin. Are you with me?'

Peter is hesitant to work with some other people he doesn't know. 'Look, can't we just do this alone?' Peter asks.

Moon Knight shakes his head. 'We might be good, but we're not enough. We need to work together, okay? With these people, got it?'

Peter steps back, looking Moon Knight in the eyes. 'Done deal' he agrees, 'but after we take down the Kingpin, we part ways.'

Moon Knight nods. 'Sure... but just remember... we've got a lot of recruiting to do.'

Next time: Peter has an apology to make to MJ for abandoning her party. That, and troubles coming late to school, Peter has some recruiting to do. Now teaming up with Moon Knight, the two vigilantes must make visits to Iron Fist, White Tiger and Daredevil to take down the Kingpin. With the deadly Bullseye and The Enforcers against them, will this be enough? What happens now that Norman suspects Peter's identity. Find out next.

Please Read

I hope you liked it, and sorry for the long update. I know I haven't released a chapter for a while now, but I hope you think the wait was worth it. If you loved it, leave a review. If you hated it, please still leave a review. The only reason I didn't update was – family members coming over, AC4 Black Flag and Arkham Origins, as well as other fanfics.

I reckon the party scene was the most fun I had writing a scene in Spider-Man Unlimited. However, for MJ cursing and using the f-word, I still don't condone swearing. I haven't sworn in months now, and the last time I did, it was an accident.

Also, this was the most violent, vulgar chapter so far, but it was only because characters had to be in character. Moon Knight is supposed to be awesome and stuff, and MJ is kind of, you know, rebellious.

As for chapter 4, i'm still trying to wrap my head around more stories to create, but i'm limiting myself to 5-6 stories, so before I update with another chapter, i'll have to write down a list of stories I want to work on. I'm thinking about creating Justice League: The Dark World, yet I want to work on an AC fanfic. Also, i'm thinking about uploading a fic on fiction press.

Anyways, I hope you liked it, and leave a review!

Tons of modern day references here, but I just had to. Also, there was this scene in the beginning that shows the end, but I left it out.

See you later, and thanks for the reviews again!