Spider-Man stared at himself in the reflective surface of a building. The suit was a oily black, smooth with wide white eye splotches and a white spider on his chest.

"Face it Parker.", The black suited Spider-Man leaped off the building and shot a black webline out of his finger tips. "The suit your uncle made is now taking your original suits place.", Patrick knew it was a partial truth, he manage to tear off a piece of it before it quickly regenerated, with that short window he saw his red n' black underneath. "I have to return this...", he said but... he felt, good, too good.

The more he swung, the more euphoria he felt. He laughed, he felt more than himself at that moment. He felt like he could take the world on by himself and win... he's never felt this good before. "Maybe... I can use it for a bit.", he looked down and saw the opportunity.

A limo sped down the street, and what his ears could pick up, it wasn't a good thing. With little effort, he caught up and ripped a hole through the roof. "Wow, nice limo. Prom season already?", he looked around to see three masked men and a pop star in the back. "... seriously? Prom, a limo... really? Damn.", Spider-Man shook his head as he knocked out the driver. "Tough crowd."

Spider-Man screamed as he was shot by one of the men in the back. He looked down where he should've been shot at but... nothing, the suit had effortlessly repaired himself. "Thank god I had an audience.", he casually said as he shot a web at the man in the back, webbing him to the side and webbing another one down. He grabbed ahold of the steering wheel. "Hey Uh... lady, do you know which one is the brake? You can find this funny but I don't even have a learners permit."

Spider-Man looked down. "Hey, unconscious dude, can you like move please?", the dark suited hero asked the unconscious man, moving him a bit and immediately went faster. "Found the gas I can figure out the other one!"

The pop star started screaming, and since she was screaming her lungs out, it annoyed him. Without even turning, he shot a black web at her mouth, shutting her up immediately. "Finally."

Spider-Man's eyes widened as he saw a bus come into view, he immediately moved the guys head to the break, barely managing to stop it at all as the bus came to a halt just in case. Spider-Man I'm took a deep breath as he walked out the drivers door and towards the back. "M'lady.", he opened the door for the pop singer, placing his hand on her mouth and reabsorbing the webbing.

Spider-Man turned to the others who looked at them. "Just for the record, we're just friends.", he said with a little shrug as he shot a web and swung away before the cops could get him. Letting out a howl in excitement as he let it just happen... and he felt amazing. "This biosuit or whatever Uncle Ray was making, is... oh my god! Of course I wanted to return it but, hey, my suit would've eventually ripped in an inappropriate area and I would've ended on the news in the second worse way possible, with my dick and balls hanging out like one of those bimbettes on the Howard Stern Show. But now I can shrug off a bullet?! Not only that, I'm stronger, faster and I can basically make webbing out of the suit, and damn web fluid costs a lot! Fuckin hell, Ray was a genius! A genius! And law of equivalent average says I would've fallen ass backwards into a happy accident eventually."

Spider-Man landed on on the Empire State Building and looked at his arms. "Maybe it's okay that I... inadvertently stole the only sample from the lab. Of course, it's not really my call."

The reggae band had left finally, with Anne and Eddie making back to the formers apartment. With Anne passed out and cuddled to Eddie's chest while he watched the news to see if something interesting was going on... then he saw the web slinger just going about in a black suit.

{{"A lot of reports have been coming in about Spider-Man's alarming new appearance. Some say the suit is too much and some say the suit looks elegant.' the woman reporter said. She then showed opinions from different people.

'So he's back. Well, technically, he's never left but he's back but in…black. Why is that?" a young man in his late twenties asked the reporter. His face shown on the screen showed how surprised he himself was.

'I say he looks awesome. That suit beats the red and black one without even trying.' Another young man chuckled as he said it. "And that white spider? Sheeesh."

"Don't get me wrong, he looks great in black but the suit just... doesn't sit right with me:", a man in his early thirties said with a slight disturbed look.

'He looks umm….' A blushing woman on the screen smiled and bit her lip, looking mesmerized. 'Am I really allowed to say what I really think on camera?" she giggled to the yet-to-be-seen, off-screen reporter."}}

Eddie cocked an eyebrow. He had a sneaking suspicion that wasn't just a costume, it looked too... organic? Was that something he can describe it? He'll check the lab tomorrow.

The Black suited Spider-Man landed in his apartment. "Guess I'll make the right call.", Patrick said to himself as the black ooze started to drip a bit before slipping off completely, reforming into the deflated version of the suit.

Spider-Man slipped off his red and black and tossed both suits to the corner. "So, I can take it off if I'm calm enough. I can get used to this.", Patrick said as he slipped into some shorts and a tank top before throwing himself onto his bed.

"I'll return it to the lab tomorrow.", Patrick said as he drifted off to sleep. He felt... exhausted, surprisingly exhausted actually. He didn't know the reason, but as soon as he took the suit off, that rush of energy was gone.

He'll look into it later.

[Hey boss, The Kingpin is in his apartment building up in Midtown.]

A tall, heavy, muscular, African-American man, with pale white hair worn in dreads. While his pale skin tone suggests albinism, it is actually the result of exposure to chemicals in his youth, which bleached his skin. He wore a black tank top, dark grey cargo pants with black boots. He had a black tattoo on his shoulder, with his hands decorated with a watch on his right and a black glove on his right. He was currently working on a motorcycle, though a bit larger than normal. "Thank you Rick, you've got some stones.", the Albino man said with a deep voice.

[Thanks boss]

"No problem.", the large man said as he finished tuning up and grabbed a cigar, lighting it up. "Time to schedule an appointment.", he said as he walked out his office.

~

Wilson Fisk was simply trying to gather his men, he needed the advantage, or as many as he could get as of now. Even then, he still has more than enough. "Spider-Man showed me my weaknesses, when I meet him again, I'll make sure he won't get them again."

[Boss.]

Wilson rolled his eyes. "What is it?"

[Someone's here to see you. And don't bother coming out, he's coming to you.]

Right as he said this, the Albino man bursted into the room. "Who the hell are you?", Wilson asked as he stood up, popping his knuckles.

"Names Tombstone.", the newly dubbed Tombstone said as he rushed at Wilson quickly. The Kingpin dodged and attempted to knee him in the face, it succeeded... but he barely flinched, Tombstone shrugged this off, grabbed his ankle and slammed him into the wall.

Wilson coughed blood as he was thrown across the room. "Can't believe you're the big man, I expected more.", Tombstone said with disappointment.

"What the hell do you want.", Fisk got up and popped his knuckles, pulling out brass knuckles and slipping them on.

"Just a guy who loves a good fight.", Tombstone said casually as he just stood there, waiting for Fisk. The Kingpin growled and rushed at him, attacking him ruthlessly and mercilessly... but there wasn't a scratch on him. Not one, almost as if he was... invincible. Fisk growled, attacking more aggressively before his head was grabbed and his nose was met with a headbutt. Tombstone dropped him, the latters nose pouring blood. "You think because the Carnage Killers gone that you can just waltz about with your fatass?"

Kingpin got up and snarled. "I'll destroy you."

"You can't, I tried.", Tombstone casually stated as he walked out the room, Kingpin's eyes widened as the man just left ever so casually, as if he didn't just assault him.

/End/