Rise of The Hunter Part 2

Peter arrived at a shootout between the Rolling Sevens and a new gang that he had never encountered, who called themselves the Park Avenue Gang. He assessed the situation, looking for any weaknesses in either gang where he could start first. Park Avenue looked like they were at the disadvantage, due to the fact that they only had pistols while the Rolling Sevens had assault rifles. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw The Hunter, and he clenched his fists.

"What the hell is he doing here?" he asked with gritted teeth, remembering back to the explosion from the preceding week.

One of the cars the Park Ave guys were hiding behind exploded, forcing Peter to focus on the shootout again. The Sevens kept moving forward, trying to push the feuding gang off of their turf. The explosion caused windows all around to shatter, and the screams of terrified civilians filled the air. Peter knew what had to be done. He jumped down and landed on one of the Sevens, knocking him out immediately.

"It's the Spider! Get him!"

"Hey, that's Spider-Man to you. The Spider is my father's name!"

Peter watched The Hunter join him in the action and shook his head.

I can't wait to see this.

To Peter's surprise, The Hunter kicked one of the Park Avenue guys so hard that he went flying into a wall.

Well SOMEBODY doesn't skip leg day.

Peter's spider sense tingled, telling him to do a backflip. He immediately did so, going straight over the head of a Sevens member wielding a baseball bat. Peter, while in midair, shot a web at the bat and yanked hard, causing it to fly out of the gangsters hand and into his head, knocking him out cold.

A gunshot went off, and Peter looked back to see that The Hunter had been shot in the shoulder, but he was completely fine. He grabbed the guy who shot him by the arm and smashed him into one of the cars. The Hunter dusted his hands off before saying, "Let's see you eat a bullet, web head!"

"Maybe later, dude. I don't have my lucky bib, and I only eat with my lucky bib."

Peter grabbed the baseball bat and smashed it into one of the Sevens member's head. The man dropped to his knees, then down onto his face. Peter snapped the bat in half over his knee, webbed the two pieces together like nunchucks, and motioned for the two remaining Sevens members to come at him with is fingers. When they stood there staring at him, frozen in fear, he sighed and swung the homemade nunchucks at them, hitting them both in the face and laying them out flat on their backs. Peter watched The Hunter as he finished off the rest of the Park Avenue Gang, shaking his head.

"Now I have to ask you a few questions." Peter started to say, but The Hunter started bolting in the other direction. Peter sighed, cupped his hands around his mouth, and screamed, "COME BACK!" but it was no use. The figure rounded the corner and he was gone. Peter sighed, webbed up the unconscious gang members, and stood there for a bit.

"All in a good day's work."

Suddenly two black vans pulled up beside Peter, and the doors of the second one opened up. A bag was pulled over his head and he was shoved inside.

"Hello, Spider-Man."

Peter ripped the bag off of his head and looked around at the people sitting around him. One of them was in a giant bear costume, and Peter recognized him as Grizzly, the freak who attacked the Daily Bugle a few weeks back. Along with him was a kid in a red and yellow costume.

"Nice getup." joked Peter, but the kid just kept staring at him. Peter thought he recognized the kid from somewhere. He took a closer look before the kid said, "What the hell are you looking at?"

"Sorry, sorry. And you are?" Peter asked a man in a business suit. He had slicked back dark brown hair, stubble, and he was well built.

"Don't worry about me," the man replied with a thick Australian accent. "It's this guy that wants to talk to you."

Peter looked over at a huge, bald man in a white three piece suit. The purple vest matched the handkerchief, which was neatly tucked into the suit pocket. The man leaned forward and held out his hand, hoping Peter would take it.

"You know, I've never been one to shake my kidnapper's hand. On second thought, NO ONE shakes their kidnapper's hand! Who are you?"

"My name is Wilson Fisk. I'm here to offer you a proposition."

"What?"

"I believe myself to be a savior. I want to clean this city one street at a time, and I'm here to ask you to help me, Spider-Man."

"Hey! You got my name right!"

Wilson Fisk laughed and continued. "I would greatly appreciate your help, Spider-Man."

Peter pondered it for a moment before saying, "You know, I would. I really would. Two problems, though. 1) I already DO clean the streets. I don't want to be paid for it, even though I joke about it all the time. 2) THAT guy is in your little entourage." Peter pointed at Grizzly, who growled. He retracted his finger quickly, afraid that it would be bitten off if he didn't.

"Anyway, Grizzly here is a wanted CRIMINAL. You're not trying to help this city, you're trying to tear it apart."

Fisk snapped his fingers with a scowl on his face. The doors behind Peter opened and a bag was placed over his head again. He was thrown out of the van, and while on the ground he heard the doors slam shut and the tires screech on the concrete road. He ripped the bag off of his head but by then the van was gone.

"Awww man! I let him get away!" Peter cried out. He folded his arms and frowned underneath his mask. After a while he started stomping his feet on the ground. An old man walking by saw the tantrum and said, "Grow up!"

Peter immediately stopped and stared at the old man, who returned the glare.

"Jerk." Peter said before swinging away.