"So this Hydroman gave you quite a beating huh?" Matt said.
"Yeah. I mean I don't think I have ever faced some one so dangerous before. I still ache all over," Peter responded.
"You should be dead, but whatever changed you made you more resilient then any human being I have ever known."
"Thank god for that. I'm glad I have some one to share this with…you don't know how difficult it is keeping this a secret, Matt."
Matt lowered his head, "I think I can relate. We should get going --"
"What is it?"
"I have to go for just a moment. I'll be right back."
Matt rushed out the door and Peter turned to the window when he felt a disturbance in his surroundings. He laid what money he had on him on the table and snuck out to change.
ULTIMATE SPIDER-MAN #8 "THE DEVIL YOU DON'T KNOW PART II"
Spider-Man swung down the alley following the sensations at their strongest ebbs and as he came down the alley, he saw some one dressed in red fighting with several hoodlums. The hoodlums were being beaten with an inch of their lives by a relentless avenger. Spider-Man shot a web-line snagging the red clad vigilante by the wrist and pulled him from his feet. The vigilante rolled with his momentum and sprung back up onto his feet.
"What do you think your doing?" the vigilante asked.
"Keeping you from brutally hurting those guys," Spider-Man replied.
"They deserve it. They killed the cashiers of the convenience store they robbed."
"It isn't for us to decide what their punishment is. Our job's to only catch them."
"You have your way. I have mine."
The vigilante sent his metal billy club through the air at one of the thugs who tried to limp away. The sound of it smacking against the guy's head made the other robbers flinch. Spider-Man placed his hand on the vigilante's shoulder only to be thrown in the air. Spider-Man corkscrewed into a flip and landed on his feet.
"Just who are you? What is your problem pal?" Spiderman asked.
"Me? I'm Daredevil and right now you're my problem."
Daredevil fired a grapnel line from his other metal club and it wrapped around Spider-Man's wrist. The web-slinger pulled and Daredevil came flying at him with feet first. Spider-Man rolled with the blow to his chin and flipped away from Daredevil. He fired a fine spray of his webbing that netted Daredevil's arms to his side. Daredevil smiled and pressed a small stud on his club. A blade popped out and Daredevil cut himself free.
"Is that all you got?"
"No. I can stop you. I will stop you."
"Listen kid. We don't have to fight. Just let me finish with these guys and then we can go back to what we were doing."
"What are you talking about?"
"I know your secret Spider-Man. I think you're bright enough to know mine."
Spider-Man's eyes widened and he took a step back.
"I-it can't be."
"Let's get out of here while their distracted."
"Right. What about Woody?"
"Leave him!"
"Going some where boys?" Daredevil asked.
"Let them go. The cops are likely on their way now."
"True. I can hear them coming now. I'd like to believe the system would dispense them some justice. However, I know who runs this town. You're too naïve to realize who you're up against."
"Maybe I am, but I learned an invaluable lesson. With great power, there comes a great responsibility to use it. I had to find that out the hard way."
Daredevil's face softened as he noticed the solemn tone in Spider-Man's voice. The sounds of sirens grew closer and Daredevil fired his grapnel to the roof above and motioned Spider-Man to follow him.
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The Kingpin stepped out of the limo and smiled at the beautiful woman who swayed her hips as she came down the steps from the private jet. She had long silver locks and deep blue eyes. The Kingpin clutched his cane tightly and offered her his arm, which she politely took.
"Miss Sable. It's a pleasure to meet you. I had heard so much of your exploits."
"Its an honor to meet you Mister Fisk I have heard of your benefits to the orphanages in Indonesia and The downtown district. I must so though that your procurement of my services has me puzzled."
"Oh?"
"What was it this Spider-Man did that made you put out a contract on him? I didn't think such an accomplished entrepreneur would require some one of my talents."
"I know this seems out of the ordinary Miss Sable, but this Spider-Man fellow has terrorized the city and his constant disregard for the law makes a bad influence for the youth of New York and abroad. Not only that, but Spider-Man I fear brings a bad omen to this city. I feel bad things will happen if he is not removed."
"I see. That was why you wanted my Wild Pack and I to engage him and quietly remove him. I must say that it such a request had never been made before until now. I will gather my men and see this Spider-Man for myself," Miss Sable said.
"Does this mean we have a deal."
"I suppose so."
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Atop a brownstone building in Hell's Kitchen, Spider-Man sat beside Daredevil. It was night out and not a single soul stirred without trouble from the parasites that lingered in the dark corners below. Spider-Man felt obligated to jump down and help, but Daredevil held him back and pointed to the stars above which sparked brightly in the ebony sky. He then pointed back to city and never had it looked so dangerous and dark before.
"Just like shadows cover the light they also cover the heinous acts committed by man. No one cares about the people down below because they are homeless or recovering addicts or minorities. To the upper echelons of society, they're trash. You think that what your doing makes a difference to the world, but the upper class see you in the same light as the these people down there. The moment you cross them they will come after you and no one will be able to help you."
"How can you be like that? There are people who care. Wilson Fisk cares! Tony Stark cares!"
"Wilson Fisk? Kid. Don't make me laugh. All of those charities Fisk set up were to cover his expenses on his illegal drug trade operation with the Columbines."
"N-no. No way!"
"It's the truth," Daredevil said as he removed his mask. "My dad was an enforcer for the Kingpin. He was killed because he tried to defend an undercover DEA agent…because it was the right thing to do. All that my dad wanted was to earn enough money to pay for my tuition. He knew he was past his prime and he couldn't get work as a boxer. Fisk made him a whole bunch of empty promises and now he's dead."
"I'm sorry…Matt."
"Sorry can't save people, Peter. Sorry won't stop men like Fisk. I spent all the earnings that my father had saved up to pay the rest of my way through college. After that, I traveled the world for a time. I learned how to fight. How to make my blindness my greatest asset."
"How did you become blind?"
"That's a tale for another time. I hear the sound of chopper."
"Where?"
"It's coming this way," Daredevil said as he slipped his mask back on. "I hear guns cocking. They're hunting for you."
"You can hear all of this?"
"Super hearing. It comes in handy."
Spider-Man and Daredevil hid as the chopper barreled over them. Daredevil stepped across the length of the industrial fans they hid behind making sure to stay scrunched down so he wouldn't be spotted. He listened to the different heartbeats and counted them. He motioned Peter to wait then moved ahead to the end side of the industrial fans. He could hear the gunmen stepping off and he primed his billy club for action. He heard Spider-Man's heart race faster and it made it more difficult to focus with his heartbeat racing with the others and the chopper noise. He motioned in sign hoping that Spider-Man knew sign language. Spider-Man focused on the hand gestures and tried to figure out what his only ally was saying when he felt a massive disturbance near him and he leaped out of the way, as a bullet skipped across the edge of the fan Spider-Man was behind. When the wall crawler came down his fist connected with the gunman's jaw and sent the guy on the other side of the fan. Daredevil tossed his billy club now that he had a distraction and it snapped the wrist of the gunman nearest him. Daredevil let his grapnel go, it wrapped around the next gunman, and he pulled on the line sending the man into his awaiting fist. Spider-Man webbed the last two gunmen together and destroyed their guns. A lone woman stood on the chopper and she collapsed after stepping off. Spider-Man gently picked her up when something felt off.
"Don't she's faking it!" Daredevil said.
The woman opened her eyes and sprayed a gas in the face of Spider-Man from one wrist while spraying Daredevil with the other wrist. Both of them collapsed and Sable got to her feet. She grabbed a comm. unit and called for a pick up crew.
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MJ turned the cap on her medication bottle and poured out a dose in her hand. She took it and looked at the picture of Peter that was taken the other day when her, Jessica, and Peter went to the fair. Peter and Jessica had their arms around each other and MJ had depressed and jealous look on her face. She poured more of her medicine into her hand and more and more until she had taken the whole bottle. She clutched the picture of her family before she collapsed onto the floor.
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Spider-Man woke up chained to a gurney suspended several feet from the floor. His arms were pinned to his sides and his web shooters were removed. Daredevil had his weapons removed as well and hung beside Spider-Man.
"So this was the infamous Daredevil I have heard about," Fisk chuckled. "And look who he dragged along. The other thorn in my side."
"You won't get away with this Kingpin. I will bring you down."
"Ah it's a pity Daredevil. You have been quite a nuisance in my operations with your beyond the pale methods, but you have only delayed what has been building for some time."
"Your slime," Spider-Man said.
Both Kingpin and Daredevil looked at Spider-Man.
"What? I had to say it."
"As sad as this is I must bid you both adieu. I have other business to attend to and after today neither one of you will be in my hair again."
"But you're bald…"
"Your not helping us with the witty retort kid."
"Well I'm nervous. I can't help it."
"You better because in about ten seconds," Daredevil said as he turned his head toward the giant spinning blades below. "We're about to become Swiss."
"What kind…"
