A/N: Hey, it's not Tuesday. I've broken my track! I know, I am a disgrace to all of humanity. Anywho, I just wanted to make a quick note that this is set up after Age of Ultron (if some of you did not notice, but Scarlet Witch is off as she tries to cope with SPOILERS! Her brother's death, and Vision is with her for now) and that this will likely be a short chapter, as I'm trying to update more often, but I don't have time to do that and write long chapters. I also don't want to spend too much time on this if no one is reading, so please review and follow and all that fun stuff... Anyways, let's get on with our story!
The web-slinger walked among the rubble of what seemed to be, or used to be, a random building. His posture showed everything he felt: anger, sadness, guilt, franticness (Did he make that word up?), and the list goes on.
Spider-Man tensed as his eyes came across a hand sticking out of the rubble. He immediately started throwing, yes THROWING, the rubble off the found body. Spider-Man knew full well that this person was probably dead, but he, as usual, was not giving up any hope for survivors.
Once he got the body out, Spider-Man inspected the body. It was a male with, probably in his mid thirties, with messy blond hair and a few freckles on his face, which also had scrapes and bruises all over, and a huge open wound on his torso. Spider-Man got a sense of familiarity with the face, but shook it off. He then turned to check for breathing, and then a pulse... Nothing. The man was gone.
Spider-Man sighed, and picked the man up. He then turned to carry the man back to the pile. The pile of victims that didn't make it, and so far that meant all of the victims in this building.
Once the man was placed down, Spider-Man looked around. The Avengers were having the same luck. There were no survivors.
Spider-Man felt the huge weight of guilt as questions ransacked his mind. Why hadn't his spider sense gone off? Why blow up a random building? Who did this? Was this the only attack, or were more to come?
The Avengers, not including Spidey, walked over to the police.
"What do we know about this? Do the police know who did this, or why these people were killed?" The man in red, white, and blue asked, already knowing the answer.
The police man, who seemed to be the Captain based off his uniform, shook his head, "We've got nothing. All I could guess is a random act of terrorism."
"It's not that." The Avengers and Captain heard from behind them.
The men turned to see Spider-Man observing a body, "I recognize this guy. He was a crime lord. And so was that guy over there," Spider-Man said, pointing to another body, "And a few of the other guys look familiar too. This was not an act of terrorism, it is someone trying to get rid of competition. Someone moving up the food chain."
"Well, at least it wasn't just some innocent, normal people." An officer came up to say, getting a look from other officers and the Avengers.
Spider-Man stood up, and even with his mask, everyone could see the angry look on his face, " Just because these men are criminals," his voice broke, as tears came out his eyes, "does not mean that it is better for them to die than just some innocent bystander."
Spider-Man began to walk forward, seriousness clear in his posture, "I am going to track down that son of a gun that killed these people," more tears came out and became visible, dripping through the mask, "and I am going to take him down."
A/N: I was going to add in a language comment to poke at Cap, but that was Spider-Man's big, serious moment, and I wasn't going to ruin it. So instead, I just said son of a gun. Anyways, hope you liked this, and have a good weekend. Please review, favorite, follow, and all of that. I need support and I need to know that people are reading this.