It could've been at least a few days since the Venom incident, Patrick of course hasn't forgotten about it. In fact he's been gathering research on Tombstone using his own skills that, along with Betty and Anne sending him things...

Along with stealing a tracker from Tombstones workshop. "Thank you Betty, but sheesh.", but from what Betty told him. He was shot in the head by one of his men and didn't have a scratch on him, before he shortly killed that man. That little detail told him that Tombstone must be extremely durable, taking a bullet at point blank range and surviving? Nothing sort of being invincible.

"Great, not only is he a crime boss but is also invincible. What a fantastic combo!", Spider-Man thought to himself as he had reversed engineered the tracker he was given to find them. Integrating it into his mask for the time being.

"Alright big, bad and albino, imma getcha.", Spider-Man said to himself and swung through the streets.

"Tombstone, the guy who has zero morals and basically made this gang war worse. Let's hope a chop shop is the worst he's got going on.", he rolled his eyes under his mask as he hand sprung off a ledge and continued swinging until his eyes drifted to a speeding truck.

"Well lookie what we got here.", he grinned as he increased his speed and caught up with the truck. Landing on top of it and looked at the guy in the window. "Out for a Sunday drive?", Spider-Man asked jokingly as he pulled the driver out of his seat, flipped in front of the truck and stopped it with his bare hands.

Suddenly, two bikers ran out. "Call for back up the Spider's here!", one of them said as he was immediately knocked out with a swing kick. Spider-Man effortlessly dodged another hit before uppercutting him in the jaw.

He turned over to see approaching bikers on motorcycles. "Oh, the gangs all here.", Spider-Man said as he leapt into the fight, he webbed out the automatic rifles from their hands and slammed it into one of their heads. "Oops.", the arachnid hero shrugged as the rest attempted to jump him, but in return; they all got knocked out with a seismic blast. "All that fuss, and for what? Now then, let's see what's in that truck."

Spider-Man walked over and lifted up the shutter to the back, he looked at neon green chemical containers, empty. "Chemical Containers, scrubbed clean. Hmmm, they came from the Alchemax plant in Harlem, but what was in em?", he said to himself as he heard police sirens approaching before he ran up the side of a building. "And that's the end of our lightening round."

"I should head to the Alchemax plant to find out what they got in those barrels, Tombstones up to something. Probably illegal, definitely dangerous.", Spider-Man said as he set his onboard GPS to the Alchemax plant. "But first."

Spider-Man had arrived to the Alchemax plant, suited up in his Stealth Suit and eating a burrito as night fell onto New York. He had been watching them for a while, just to make sure. "This might be easier if I stay off." He shoved the rest of it into his mouth, chewed it up and swallowed. "Let's get to it." He said as he rolled down his mask and activated the Stealth Feature.

"Man, this place is a ghost town.", one of the bikers said with a chuckle.

"Yeah, boss paid em off. Anyone shows up though? Mow em down.", another said with an eye roll, unaware that the Spider-Man was flipping them both off while invisible.

The Stealth Spider looked out on the area, using his scanners to find out how manny there were. At least 10 to 15 by his estimate. "Time to pick em off.", Spider-Man thought to himself as he casually went around, knocking them unconscious, or more particularly the ones with the higher ground and sniper rifles.

He felt like it was time to show off, so he turned off the Stealth Feature and landed on an empty truck. "Hey you guys aren't registered pharmacist! The no lab coats really gave you away.", Spider-Man quipped as he flipped away from gun fire, shooting webs at the ones with guns to stun them while he took out the ones unarmed. Before using individual impact webs to shoot them into walls. "Tombstones men are down, let's find out what's in those barrels.

Spider-Man jogged over to the tied up containers and read the label on them. "Diox-3? I think this is the chemical Tombstone that as exposed to as a kid. What's he doing with this anyways?"

His superhuman hearing immediately picked up on the revving of a motorcycle, and right on cue, one drove in. The driver stopped and let the bike fall over. "Tombstone said you might show up.", the biker said a shrug pulled out a little mask with an inhaler attached before taking a deep breath. His skin lost all pigment and turned into a pale white, his teeth grew sharper. "C'mon! Hit me with your best shot!"

"I'm guessing that stuffs not for asthma.", Spider-Man ran at him and drop kicked him, the man was sent flying but immediately got back up and charged at him. Punching him hard in the face... which he shrugged off as if it was getting bit by a fly... before it wore off and he was knocked out. "Good thing it's temporary."

Spider-Man reluctantly looked behind him and saw more drive in, some taking the same drug and gaining that same appearance. "More dudes more drugs, someone should've taught you guys about peer pressure."

With a smile, Spider-Man lifted up a bike and threw it at the ones with that appearance. Quickly dealing with the ones that were armed. "Those guys are down.", he dodged any hits from the ones who had the white appearance.

He sensed more of them arrive, and even heard that inhaling sound. As soon as it wore off from the two he was currently fighting, he knocked them out with two jabs. "Those two are down." Spider-Man flipped into the air and dodged rapid gun fire, before drop kicking the shooter down then throwing a bike at one of the drugged out guys.

The man quickly got up and noticed as it wore off. "Y'know what? I give up, these guys are so weird.", the biker said as he took off his jacket and walked off, dropping whatever other weapon he had on him... before he was promptly knocked unconscious.

"I have a feeling those drug inhalers and the Diox-3 are related. Let's see what you guys got in ya.", Spider-Man said as he shot a web and yanked an inhaler out of one of them. It took him a few seconds to find the genetic sequencing, but it was just Diox-3. "Huh, Diox-3 plus designer amphetamines. Pretty clever for temporary invulnerability, I'm impressed. And worried. This gang war is gonna get worse as soon as this stuff hits the streets. I think I can synthesize a counter drug, let's see."

Spider-Man walked to the truck and took a few minutes, using the supplies and the drug inhaler to make his very own counter drug. "There, a single doseof the counter drug. Just need to test it."

He swung his way back to his apartment, quickly changing into his red n black... of course Patrick wouldn't admit it but he missed the black suit, it was so much more convenient. Spider-Man decided to take the easy way and just used the subway to get back to Harlem.

Tombstone poured himself a shot of Jack Daniel's, before he could even drink it he get a presence. Spider-Man hung from the ceiling and looked at the albino man. "The angry drug lord drank alone, there's a poem in there somewhere."

Tombstone chuckled and downed his shot, before grabbing a large axe. "Let's be honest here, I never was a literary type.", he said as Spider-Man dropped down from the ceiling. He immediately swung his axe at him but Spider-Man dodged and threw a table at him in retaliation. The invincible human casually swiped through and charged at him.

"I heard you do business with some guy named Mister Negative. How'd you two get in contact?", Spider-Man asked as he kicked Tombstone in the face, who casually shrugged it off and kicked him back.

"I'm top of my game. I don't go knocking, people find me.", Tombstone said impressed with his speed and agility, before using his immense strength to create a shock wave in the ground by slamming his axe into the ground. "Y'know if you ever wanted to team up, we could do some real damage."

"I'm flattered, but the exploitation of suffering gives me pause.", Spider-Man said with a smile under his mask though his thoughts said different things. "I could punch him for days and he wouldn't even feel it, I gotta tire him out first.", he said as he used his Webbing to swing a motorcycle at him.

"Didn't Daredevil tell you about our last dance? Is his leg healing up okay?", Tombstone asked him mockingly.

"Yeah he told me it's hurts when it rains but otherwise he's dandy.", Spider-Man responded jokingly as Daredevil did tell him, he just didn't tell Spider-Man it's healing up okay.

"Boys! Get in here!", Tombstone called out as his bikers walked in, two or three had the drug inhalers and took the Diox-3. "Like my new product? Callin' it Grave Dust."

"Did you have your marketing department cook that name up? Sounds cool though.", Spider-Man admits ad he knocks out some of the armed bikers with impact webbing and trip mines. "Need I recommend a good dermatologist? No reason."

Spider-Man effortlessly dodged the drugged out bikers and clocked one in the face, before roundhouse kicking another as it wore off. "Feels like punching a steel wall.", Spider-Man said as he knocked out the other two as it wore out.

Tombstone started to pant. "Hey, you wouldn't want to take a break would ya?", he said as he started to sweat a bit.

"Awh Lonnie, tired? Have you been skipping your cardio?", Spider-Man jokingly asked as his window of opportunity was closing in. He threw motorcycle to throw him off before coming in with a left hook to his jaw. Crawling around him and Tombstone in a chokehold, forcing him to inhale the counter drug.

Tombstone grunted as he tried to shake him off, spinning around as he spilt over some gas nearby before knocking back into a shelf and throwing Spider-Man off. Tombstone looked behind him as the shelf collapse, a small engine nailing him square on the side of his face. Right then, a fire started.

That's when Tombstone felt something he hadn't felt in a long time, not only that, he saw blood drip from his cheek. He winced from the pain before holding up a flaming chain. "The hell was that you dosed me with? I feel kinda funky."

"Oh y'know, a particulate deblocking agent. The usual.", Spider-Man had a smug grin as the counter drug had worked.

"Man my tongue feels funny, is that normal?"

"Probably.", Spider-Man shrugged a shrug dodged him swinging his flaming chain, the wood nearby started to catch on fire, along with some of the cardboard, which spread it more. "Someday Lonnie, I want to find you doin good. Like running a soup kitchen or something."

"As soon as soup brings me fat racks, I'm in.", Tombstone shot back with a smile as he kept swinging his flaming chain, Spider-Man himself felt a smile grow on his face, just a bit. "At the end of the day, this is what I love. Great fight. Great challenge."

"You and I are very different people.", Spider-Man said amused as he threw a table at Tombstone, who just stood there and took it head on, but soon after his face was met with a left hook so hard he was sent flying back and into a wall. With Spider-Man landing in front of him. "Can we say your crazy drug lord days are done.. please?"

"For now, helluva run though.", Tombstone said as Spider-Man rolled his eyes, he shot a web and yanked over the bottle of Jack Daniels, then offered it to him. Lonnie smiled as he took the bottle out of his hand, wincing from the pain but regardless he took off the cap and took a swig. "Too much to ask you'll be taking it easy now that you're mortal?"

"Not a chance. Threat of Death just ups the thrill.", Tombstone said as he took another swig. Before Spider-Man could leave, he decided to say a few last words. "You've got one hell of a left hook, can't wait for the rematch."

"Well, let's hope your patient.", Spider-Man said with a friendly wave as he walked out.

Tombstone smirked. "I like you."

/End/