Peter

That night, Spider-Man was having a late outing. Peter stood on the edge of a building, he overlooked the street below. He was slowly getting used to Hell's Kitchen, but he still preferred Manhattan, for Spider-Man all of New York was important, Peter Parker never liked Hell's Kitchen. He took a deep breath and his head buzzed, he turned to see Matt standing behind him. He took a deep breath and sighed "You can't sneak up on me" he said

Matt was wearing his suit and his mask covered his face, except for his mouth, which formed into a grin. "I wasn't trying"

Peter shook his head slightly "So who is it tonight?" Peter asked, looking at his web shooters and making sure they were fully loaded.

Matt walked forward slightly and stood next to him, Peter got low and he put both his hands on the edge of the building, Matt titled his head slightly as he listened. He turned to look at Peter "I have been keeping an eye on the Yakuza"

Peter sighed "I heard they came back"

"They never left" he said simply

"So, are we going to one of their deliveries?"

Matt was apparently still listening when he heard three trucks full of Yakuza, they were talking in hushed tones. He made a small noise of interest. "Yeah, their deliveries"

Peter sighed and nodded "How many?"

"All of them"

Peter raised his eyebrows slightly, even though no one could see his expression "Are they in order?"

"Basically"

"Why is it that I have a feeling they aren't?"

Matt glanced at him "There's one at the docks"

Peter nodded "I got it, here" he said handing him a communicator.

Matt frowned slightly "What is it?"

"It's an S.H.I.E.L.D. communicator, I stole it a while back, it's so we can stay in contact"

"What about S.H.I.E.L.D. listening in?"

"I have it at a different frequency, I made it up only I can hear and call you"

Matt rubbed his gloved fingers over the communicator "Where do I put it?"

"It can fit into a watch" Peter said

Matt nodded, "Any more toys you stole?" he asked

Peter sighed "Nope, but I have created a few"

Matt smiled "Better get going"

Peter nodded "Call me for the next delivery"

With that he left Matt standing on the roof as he fired a web and leapt off the building and swung down through the street. Peter swung through the warm early summer air. He angled his body as he flipped through the air and fired another web. Peter kept his thoughts out of his mind as he swung toward the docks. Peter landed on the roof of a building and rolled, he came up to his feet and sprinted over the small space. You never could have guess his back was broken four months ago. Peter saw the edge of the roof coming up, he pressed off with his legs and he jumped high into the air.

He felt the air lightly brush against his body and he could smell the Hudson. He saw the docks, he fired a web and he swung himself up to a crane. He held his hands out as he grabbed the edge and pulled himself up. The wind was lightly moving as he stayed crouched, but he looked down from the top of the crane and he saw the lovely delivery of drugs. He took a deep breath and he put his hand to his eyes and everything lit up. He installed tracking for when it was dark, he used it from the Iron Spider suit that Tony was rebuilding, he thought he wouldn't mind if he just took it. Peter saw the Yakuza, very stylish with their suit jackets and tank-tops underneath.

Peter felt his ears vibrate and he knew who it was. "There are…" FRIDAY began to say

"Twenty-five Yakuza" Peter said "I know" he loved it when he was faster than her.

"Then I assume you counted the others?"

"Fifteen" Peter said simply, he took a breath "Can you call in an anonymous tip to the NYPD?"

"DeWolff?" FRIDAY asked

"Yes"

Peter decided he would drop in while she was busy doing that, he moved forward and fired a web on the bottom of the crane and he slowly lowered himself as he held the web. He got closer, and if they had any good light, they could see him, but they don't. He took a deep breath and he saw a large crate that was full of Heroin. He watched as the deal was going well, not for long.

Peter let go of the web and he lightly landed on a large container. He walked forward and he was directly above them. Peter almost laughed at how oblivious they were. He decided to announce himself. He lightly coughed, they looked up at him. "Hey, don't worry about me guys, just watching" Peter said taking a seat on the edge of the container.

They all aimed their guns at him, Peter put his hands up "Wow, no need to get violent, I'll just go" Peter said smiling. He saw them looked at each other and frowned. He chuckled to himself, they were so stupid. Peter dropped down to the ground and fired two webs and stuck four guys together. They fired at him and he was gone. They looked around for him, but Peter was nowhere in sight. "All I wanted to do was watch" Peter said from the side of a container. They aimed to where his voice was and fired, but Peter was already gone.

They were all panicking as the new guy was forming out of nowhere. Their eyes stayed on the containers, they didn't notice that Peter was standing in the middle of the large circle they had formed. He was looking at the large crate of Heroin. He felt a moment of disgust "You guys do know what this does to people right?" he asked

It was like they had all seen a ghost and they jumped and turned, looking at the crate of Heroin that was alone, even though the voice came behind them. If anything they were starting to get annoyed, others were about to piss themselves. Peter was back where he was at the beginning, sitting on the container, he scratched his head slightly. FRIDAY spoke in his ears "The NYPD are on their way, I estimate ten minutes"

Peter sighed, the fun was over, Peter fired a web and it hit one and he freaked out, his finger pulled the trigger and he shot one of his own men. Peter jumped down and kicked him in the face, he skidded across the pavement and kicked another in the gut he leapt up and punched him in the face. Peter felt his head buzz and he dodged the barrage of bullets that followed, he leapt high into the air, he saw them aim up at him and fired again. Peter fired his web shooters and they formed a shield of ionic webbing and the bullets hit it and dissolved. Peter hit the ground and he lunged forward and wrapped his legs around one and brought him down into the ground, he came up and grabbed one as he aimed and shoved the rifle out of his hands. Peter brought his hand into his throat and head-butted him.

Peter dove across the pavement toward another and he swung his leg and swept his legs off the ground. He brought this elbow down and hit the man as he hit the ground. Peter saw the Police Cruisers and he smiled slightly as he continued. The flashing red and blue lights lit up the area and the siren sounded loudly. The ones who weren't fighting him, tuned and aimed to shoot the cops. Peter fired four webs out of each wrist and hit them, he yanked them back and their guns went into the air and clattered against the ground. Peter jumped up and landed on a guy's shoulders and flipped him around with his feet.

Peter had learned a few new moves from some of the Avengers. He went to a few of their training days. Peter slid between one's wide open legs and he smacked his inner thigh and he came up and kicked him in the back as he was kneeling on the ground. He flew forward and hit another. Peter saw that only a few were still standing, he quickly fired web after web and they were soon stuck to any surface they were near, one was hanging upside down with is pants pulled down and his white boxers out for everyone to see. Peter did that one on purpose.

He rather enjoyed himself, he nodded, and turned to see the cops. He gave them a wave "Hello Officers" he said walking forward.

Officer Jean DeWolff walked forward, her handgun drawn. Peter titled his head "These lovely boys are Yakuza" he said

"I can see that" she said looking around at the mess. Peter sighed "That crate is full of Heroin, I'll leave it to New York's finest"

Peter turned on that note and fired a web and swung up toward the crane that he had used to get down. She watched him swing away, he took a long breath and looked at the other two officers. "Get Narcotics down here" she ordered.

Peter was soon swinging back toward the city, leaving the docks behind. He was happy about that too. He swung past an open window and someone yelled loudly and he chuckled nervously as he landed on a roof. Peter looked at his communicator, lucky enough it started to ring. He answered it. "What else do you got?" he asked

"Well, I just stopped the one by the warehouses"

"The docks are taken care of as well"

"Good, how did that go?"

"Embarrassment and hand cuffs"

"That well"

"Yeah" Peter said stretching his arms "What can I say, it's a talent"

"Well there's one last one that I heard about outside of Hell's Kitchen, meet up and take that one out?"

"You got it" Peter said, he took a breath and jumped off the roof and fired a web, he felt the breeze flow around his body as he swung high into the air. He loved swinging around the city. Peter followed the directions that Matt gave him. It was outside Hell's Kitchen, up near Harlem. He didn't know Matt went that far up. Well since he is basically not tied down to a day job, he would increase is area of effectiveness. Although, what could the Yakuza possibly be doing up in Harlem? Drugs go everywhere, but the Yakuza tended to stay in Hell's Kitchen. Peter didn't mind too much though, just more punks to beat up and send to jail.

Peter had to move quickly, how Matt was going to get there was beyond him, but he had faith that he would be there when he arrived. He hoped at least.

Bucky

Bucky and Hill were both asleep, their quarters were dark and the light from the desk lightly flickered. Bucky was laying on his back, the blankets came up to the middle of his chest, his bare shoulders laid upon the mattress. His short hair was surrounded by the pillow that his head was resting in. His right arm was wrapped around Hill as she snuggled against him. The blankets was over her shoulders, hence why it only came to his mid-chest. Her brown hair was down and it flowed over his shoulder, some of it was on his neck. Their arms were wrapped around each other and they both slept away.

It had been months since Bucky last had a nightmare, a veil of peace seemed to finally taken position. He was lightly snoring as the night went on. His metal arm was lying next to him, he slept like that so it wouldn't hurt Hill if she rolled over onto it, a real arm could be quite comfortable under your back, but a cold metal one that was not like a real one could be a pain in the ass. So it was by his side, his hand open and placed palm down on the mattress. He inhaled deeply and his metal hand twitched. He shifted slightly, his index finger moved slightly, then his middle finger. Bucky was still asleep, peacefully snoring away. Bucky swallowed and then his entire hand twitched, then he grabbed the mattress. He jolted slightly and his breathing became quick and sharp. The jolt of movement made Hill slowly open her eyes. She looked at Bucky as he was breathing quickly, she shot up and looked at him "Bucky?" she said as he shifted in his sleep and his brow furrowed, his lips pierced together, and his nostrils flared. Hill put her hand on his chest, his heart was beating frantically, but his metal hand jumped forward and grabbed her wrist, she gasped in pain by the grip.

Bucky began to shake slightly, or shiver. Hill climbed over him and she put her hand on his metal wrist and pulled his hand away, it grabbed the mattress like before. She climbed out of bed and went over to the console on the wall, she put the soundproof option on. She muted the noise in the room so no one outside could hear it. Hill was in her nightgown and she turned to see Bucky shaking, his head was pressed deeply into the pillow. She walked toward him, then Bucky sat up and rolled out of bed. Hill stopped as the movement startled her.

Bucky was wearing boxers as he slammed his back against the edge of the bed, his eyes were closed, but his hands were close to him. Bucky peeked over the edge of the bed and saw something that made him quickly look away. Hill moved forward and Bucky looked in her direction and screamed at her "GET DOWN!"

Hill frowned, then Bucky jumped up and punched the wall, his real hand denting the metal as much as his metal one. He yelled in frustration. "NO!" he yelled as his metal hand dented he wall.

Hill stayed still, she didn't know what he was going to do if she moved. Bucky turned and he grabbed the computer desk chair and he held it like a club and smacked it into the over wall. The chair broke and he knelt down to the ground and took the broken plastic stem of the chair and started jabbing it into the floor like he was killing someone. Bucky then looked up and threw the stem of plastic and it clanked against the wall. He ran forward and he brought his knee into the wall. Hill moved forward and Bucky turned to her, his eyes were still closed and he stopped, he was breathing heavily and then he fell over.

Hill's eyes widened in horror as Bucky laid on the floor, he opened his eyes and he screamed "NO!"

Hill moved forward and she knelt down next to him. Bucky was shuttering with fear "Where am I!?

Hill put her hand on his chest and his metal hand shot up and grabbed her throat. Hill gasped for air as he choked her, his metal fingers gripping tightly around her throat. Hill struggled to breath, it was even harder to speak. "Bucky" she said through a raspy breath.

Bucky's eyes looked at her, she had never seen such fear in his eyes before she put her hand on his face "Bucky" she said again.

Bucky's eyes blinked and he widened them in horror and let go of her. Hill fell back and she gasped for air as she coughed. Bucky crawled backward, until he smacked into the wall. He closed his eyes, his real hand was throbbing; it was broken. He gritted his chattering teeth together. His eyes opened, Hill was taking deep breaths and he closed them again, he put his head back and rested against the metal wall. His knee was throbbing as well. He put his hand to his head, he thought they had stopped. He groaned as he heard movement, he looked and Hill was crawling toward him. Bucky pressed his body against the wall, "Stop" he said

Hill paused slightly, her hands were flat on the floor Bucky closed his eyes and inhaled sharply. He hated himself whenever this happened. His eyes opened to Hill, she was sitting Indian style. She was watching him, Bucky could feel his hand already starting to heal. There was a soft tickling burn on his knuckles. He closed his eyes and the room flashed before him again. He shuttered as he opened his eyes, he kept his eyes off of Hill. She lightly touched her wrist, it wasn't broken, bruised, but not broken. Bucky glanced and he saw her wrist was already forming a purple bruise around it, he looked away. He groaned softly as he clenched his jaw, he had hurt her.

Hill seemed to know what he was thinking. "Not your fault" she said

Bucky looked at her "Yes it is, I grabbed you"

"Yeah, but you thought I was someone else"

"That doesn't change it" Bucky said taking a deep breath.

"Was it Red Room?" she asked

Bucky shook his head as his eyes focused on the floor. "No, something more personal" he said

"What?" Hill asked, Bucky inhaled sharply and he forced himself to look at her. "It's not a happy one"

"Clearly" Hill said bluntly

Bucky scoffed slightly and held back a smirk. "It was before I got captured by Hydra in 1944"

"Before you were the Winter Soldier"

"Yeah, back when I was just Bucky Barnes" he said with a hint of bitterness towards himself. Hill didn't say anything, she waited for him to continue. Bucky seemed to become distant, like he was remembering something. "I could smell the gunpowder, feel the cold mud, the loud screams. Then I was in a dark room and it was Zola. He was standing over me, asking me questions. The questions" he said and shook his head slightly. He groaned and rubbed his eyes "Then I fell from the train, lost my arm" he said looking at his metal hand as he slowly closed it. He took a deep breath "I saw Hydra scientists or doctors, I grabbed one by the throat and killed him that was when I heard your voice"

Hill scooted herself closer to him. Bucky didn't mind, he was still distant "I remember feeling the saw against my arm, the burning shooting pain, but I couldn't react, I was out of it. I remember them constantly calling me the subject" Bucky blinked slowly and breathed "The subject is responding well" he said, his eyes shifted toward Hill, but they were dull and almost misty. "The last time I heard my name was when Zola spoke to me with a grin, Sargent Barnes he said" Bucky closed his eyes, tears formed at the edges of his eyes "It was my last memory of my parents, the last time I thought about them, the last time I knew who I was. The next time I opened my eyes, I was sitting on a table, cold, I felt nothing, my breathing even felt foreign to me. Zola was there, checking me over, he spoke of my arm, then gave me a pat on the shoulder and lied to me, told me that I had taken a grenade to the arm, and I was found by my comrades and they saved my life." Bucky put his hands to his head "It was my first memory of being Winter Soldier, no emotion, not even anger, just hollow, not a thought going through my head, then it happened" Bucky said, his voice trailing off.

Hill was sitting next to him now, she titled her head "What happened?" she asked

Bucky blinked as if he was startled, he looked at her. His lips pressed together and he exhaled. He took a breath, then spoke. "I remembered who I was"

Hill frowned slightly and she blinked, Bucky spoke. "I grew up in Germany, I was an orphan, I joined the army and I spent weeks in the mud, my best friend; Aldrik. He took a bullet to the throat, his blood sprayed all over my face, then I turned and a grenade landed next to me. I grabbed it and threw it, but it exploded only a foot away from my arm. I woke up and the doctor was telling me that I was brave, and that my friend died. Then he told me that I would become the new fist of Hydra. I remember feelings of hate toward the Americans, toward the very idea of Captain America. I felt hate for the first time, and it was toward the best friend, that I didn't even know I had."

Hill frowned, he had never told her any of this before "What was your name?" she asked

Bucky swallowed and shook his head "I don't know, Zola told me that I was to be nameless, for my title was a great honor and only the best soldiers are given the name. The name becomes the knew you, my name had no relevance"

Hill shook her head "Bucky" she said

Bucky looked at her "I even remember my German mother giving me a hug on my tenth birthday, a mother that never existed, just a memory that Zola had implanted in my mind. Suddenly I could speak German, Russian, Japanese, French, Romanian, Korean, Chinese, Spanish, I lost track after a while" he said and swallowed.

Hill rested her head on his shoulder, Bucky rested his against her head and he put his arm around her. She took a deep breath "That isn't who you are"

Bucky nodded "I know"

"Not everyone has their life torn away from them and a new one made"

Bucky closed his eyes "I'm happy I found you" he said

Hill smiled "I'm happy I found you too"

Bucky and Hill held each other and Bucky felt tear fall down his cheeks as he thought of his fake mother, how it was so real, but fake at the same time. He closed his and played every memory he had of Hill, she always made it easy to relax.

Peter

Peter liked to say that Spider-Man went everywhere, but that wouldn't be true. He hadn't been in Harlem once since he became Spider-Man. Peter swung up to a sign that hung above the sidewalk, he sat there, crouched. He watched the empty street in the late hours. Peter waited, he was where Matt told him to be, and the place spoke for itself too. There was a large abandoned building, and lights were shimmering through the fogged glass toward the roof. Peter knew that they were from headlights.

Peter shifted slightly and jumped up to the edge of the roof of the building to his right, he pulled himself up. He stood up and heard footsteps behind him. Peter glanced back, it was Matt.

Matt walked up to the edge of the roof and looked at the building across the way and he could see inside. There was five large SUVs. With over twenty armed men. Matt took a breath "You ready?" he asked

Peter took a breath "Why not" he said simply

"Okay, I'm going to introduce myself"

Peter nodded, "See you soon"

Matt leaped over the edge of the roof and Peter jumped off and fired a web. He swung to the right and up, he flew up past the building and landed on the roof softly. He stayed low, he scanned the area, it was empty, not even a guard on the roof. Clearly this was not a routine delivery point. He went to the edge of the building and he climbed over it, he hung off the edge, his feet right above the large line of glass. Peter listened carefully.

Matt pushed the door open, he walked in and he was expecting this. He blocked a knife and snapped the man's arm and punched him in the throat so he couldn't scream. Matt punched him in the face, he hit him again and again. He left him bleeding on the floor, Matt walked forward. It would have been a nice building, but it was more like a warehouse. The inside was as hollow as a dead tree.

He saw the two SUVs, they were facing away from him, and the other three were shining their head lights nice and bright. He stuck to the edges of the large open space, where the shadows still lingered. He slowly placed his footing, their voices were enough for him to see the entire space, he stepped over a busted pipe, he could tell that there was a rat in the far right corner of the building and he knew that Peter was just above the glass. Matt took a slow deep breath, he could hear their breathing, calm and normal. They weren't expecting trouble. A smile formed on Matt's lips, he got closer. They were talking about the shipment, it was a lot of Heroine. It would soon be on the streets and be the next biggest thing in Harlem. The Yakuza were getting desperate for territory and money, and it was all because of him.

Matt knew he was running out of shadow, he stopped and he continued to listen. It was a good possibility he could hear some more details on how the Yakuza were fairing. He listened, if anything, the Yakuza were starting to get desperate. Matt listened for another five minutes, but the deal was coming to a close, so he decided to stop it. He stepped out of the shadows and they all jumped at the sight of him, they aimed their rifles at him. One of the men that the Yakuza were dealing with, his eyes were wide and he looked at them I thought you said that he doesn't come up this far?" he had a lovely skull tattoo on his neck. Matt kept his focus on their fingers, he needed to know the exact moment that they were going to pull it.

Peter heard the commotion and he waited, he loosened his arms slightly, at least his grip never got tired if it was just him. Matt took a stepped forward and they went to fire. They fired, but Matt had already moved, he was back in the shadows. "SHIT!" the man with the skull tattoo hollered.

Peter knew it was almost time, they all studied around, looking for the slightest movement in the shadows. Matt was standing behind of the SUVs. He climbed onto top of it and ran, they heard the slamming of boots on metal and then Matt lunged out of the darkness and hit one with his fist as he came down. Matt's feet hit the floor and he rolled, he heard the slightest movement as he came up and smacked one in the knee, it snapped to the side.

Peter fired two webs and he pushed back with is feet and he jumped off, he swung back and put his feet forward and he drove himself through the glass. The loud shattering of glass scared them, Peter saw everything in slow motion, glass was moving past him and his eyes, he fired a web and felt the slack, and he swung himself forward and kicked one into the SUV. Peter flipped backwards, eh landed on another man's shoulders and he jumped off. Peter blocked a punch and kicked him in the ribs and punched him in the chest. He flew back five feet and smacked into two others. "It's the Spider!" another yelled

Peter turned and the light moved over his suit, his eyes reflected the light and the man ran away in horror. Peter chuckled and fired a web, hitting him in the leg. Peter yanked him off his feet, he yelped as he pulled him forward. The man screamed as he was put upside down and he hung from the ceiling by one foot. Peter knew that Matt had it handled, he was just looking for runners. Peter saw the guy who was pissing his pants, a skull tattoo was on his neck. Peter fired a web and it hit the man on the back. He blind fired his pistol and Peter dodged the bullets that came toward him. Peter yanked him toward him, the man turned and fired again, the bullet missed him by a longshot. Peter fired another web and it stuck him to the floor.

Matt kicked the last remaining Yakuza in the face. He turned, there was a guy hanging upside down, his heart was hammering and the guy on the floor was almost crying. Matt walked toward Peter, he looked at him "Got the runners"

Matt took a deep breath "Good"

They both looked at the skull tattoo guy. They looked at each other, Peter nodded and walked forward. The lights loomed over them, Matt didn't notice how in low light Peter looked creepy. The Skull guy started to breathe faster as Peter walked toward him, his white eyes narrowing. Peter could tell the guy wanted to run away, he knelt down, his hands hanging next to his knees lazily. "Hello Mr. Skulls, I have a few questions"

"I ain't telling you shit! He yelled in a higher octave voice, Peter could tell he was trying to act tough. "Well you might want to, because the guy behind me wants to ask the same questions, just I won't break anything"

The man swallowed and nodded "What do you want to know?" he asked in a soft voice.

"Why are the Yakuza up here?"

"Uh…they were looking for good customers, they were losing ground in Hell's Kitchen", his eyes glancing at Matt.

Peter looked back "Bit surprised that he came all the way up here huh?"

"Yeah" the guy breathed

"What was the plan for this Heroine?"

"Sell it to people on the street and anyone else who wanted good heroine"

Peter chuckled, good heroine. "Well it's not going to anyone but the police"

The guy swallowed "What are you going to do to me?" he asked in a small voice

"I'm going to leave you hear and let the police deal with you"

"You're not going to kill me?"

"I don't kill" Peter said

"What about him?"

"He doesn't kill either, just severely hurts you"

"So you're not with him"

"We help each other out"

"No, not him, the other guy"

Peter looked back at Matt, he turned back to the Skull tattoo guy. "The other guy?"

"Big man, a black man, can rip car doors off with one hand, nothing harms him"

Peter sighed "No"

The man sighed and Peter punched him in the face and knocked him out. Peter stood and turned toward Matt. "Who's he talking about?"

"Claire's mentioned him" Matt said

Peter nodded "How is Claire doing?"

"We don't talk too much"

Peter nodded, the very sight of the large crates of heroine made his blood boil. "Have you ever seen him?"

"No, just people talking, why? Do you thing we should make an introduction?"

Peter shrugged "Have you talked to the girl who runs Alias Investigations?"

"Been busy" Matt said

Peter nodded "Wouldn't hurt to have some other friends"

Matt shrugged "The only one I seem to like is you"

Peter and Matt both began to walk toward the exit "You've only met me"

"I know Felicia" Matt added

"Criminal" Peter added

Matt sighed "Got me there, Castle" he said with a quick voice.

"Criminal too"

Matt sighed "I guess I don't know any other good guys"

"Well, I think it's time we at least get on a name basis with them"

"Well, I'll leave that to you" Matt said

Peter frowned "You don't want to have any friends?"

"Most people that get close to you get hurt"

"Well not exactly a choice for us to make, it's theirs"

"Keep believing that" Matt said as they left the building.

Author's Note: What do you guys think about Peter and Matt getting a few new friends? Review.