Kingpin didn't wait to make me suffer for all the crap I'd done to him over the years. Oh boy did he readily embrace his inner sadist without major delay.

And the way he did it made all the sense in the world. The truth was there was still an ongoing opiate epidemic in the city. That'd been going on even up until the Wakandan EMP attack had occurred.

He had a man walk up with a needle. Oh boy. The thug didn't hesitate to inject me with the stuff. And it didn't take long for the powerful stuff to hit those dork of York brain centers that had frankly thwarted so many super baddies in the past. This was collective revenge for all that.

I was sent to La la land pretty fast. I was in and out of it pretty fast. It made all the sense why Fisk had done it. Not just revenge for Spider-Man days, but to make me a junkie to keep those needed dreamland fixes coming. And of course he'd cast himself as the only lifeline that could feed the addiction.

With that Peter Parker was sent to a new low in life. I didn't care about anything. My sister; Spider-Man; myself; New York; anything.

All I wanted was that next high. That's all any addict wanted. To hit that next plateau and ever stay there. What more was wanted in life?

Fisk walked up to me a little while later and smiled with pure sadism as he very much enjoyed my predicament.

"This is victory Spider-Man..." you do realize I'm not Spider-Man anymore right? Come on fatty; get it right. Yes I know you're not really fat. And that you can really crush me like a bug.

I tried to focus but it was hard. "Your failure to save this city has turned it upside down for the long term. That is not how you started out to be sure. And yes Daredevil and other annoying menaces become greater obstacles to my plans; but this annoying fight did originally start between me and you. You just inspired the others to do the same."

A thug brought up a stool and the kingpin of crime set his bulk upon it. He continued to smoke his big smoke. He blew his exhalations into my now junked out face.

He smiled. "I've wanted this sight for so long Parker. You have no idea. Finally learning who you were. Finally waiting for my moment to make you hurt for what you did."

"Curious how I found you. You and your long lost biological sibling were being beaten down by a crazed mob. And my men and I just happened to be nearby. My car obviously died and something drew us to you. And there you were. Fate? Who knows. But now I have you; and your sister. Your last family."

"The truth is I could torture her in front of you right now but what good would it do to a new junkie? Truth is that next fix is god to you right now. Nothing else matters."

He was right. Despite the many crazy things I had clearly experienced as Spider-Man. Fisk was right. I was reduced to a pathetic meat sack left at his bigger meat sack mercy.

Uncle Ben's whatever had truly come to me and said never to give up hope. That Spider-Man was always there in some form. I'm sure he was right; but at the moment that meant nothing.

Fisk was right. I was his slave now. He could do whatever he wanted to with me now.

"Ironically Parker you owe me now; both for saving the lives of you and your dear sister you fought so hard to save. The truth is that mob would have torn you to pieces if we hadn't intervened. Who woulda thought Spider-Man would ever owe the kingpin of crime a debt? Ironies eh? But we live in the age of daily irony don't we?"

"As for this historic Wakandan action motivated by a demon hell lord that has appeared to forever change history I think perhaps we all owe this Killmonger a favor. He changed the old order that always held people like me back. I grew up poor and vowed to never be defeated by that. Ever. And then self righteous costumed freaks like you always got in the way. Yes you were working class but you still had something. I had to eat out of dumpsters before becoming great as I later did. You'll never understand that Parker. Not really. Now as a junkie dependent on me as your fixer lifeline you will."

"I won't lie Parker. I'm really gonna enjoy this. You have no idea."

I wanted to see Teresa; to see how she was; but the high was all that mattered. The high was god. God nothing was better than that high. Even heaven or the afterlife or whatever didn't matter. Not science; not even Spider-Man...

Fisk just sat there the whole time. Through the night and back during the day. It was safe to say he was well into making his latest plans come true for the city. A city sent back to the 1800s in no time.

He would definitely make a new crime order come to flourish. I never doubted it.

"People can't adapt Parker. People without electricity; without computers and smartphones or instant conveniences will just go plain crazy." He laughed a little. "I never had any of that in early life. My imposed hardiness in this regard prepared me well for this new era. That's why these sheep are going mad dog crazy right now. Suicides will be up here for a long time. They are weak. And only the strongest survive. Just the way it is."

I gasped. "High wearing off? Yes Parker. That was by design. I waited so long for this moment. That's why I sat here the whole time..." "please..." "no Parker. No more high for you for a while." "Please!"

Fisk just laughed. The withdrawal already started to gnaw at my soul. This was my new future in Victorian age 2 NYC...