I do not own The Legend of Korra or Spider-Man

PSA: I try not to bring real world problems into this but this simply must be addressed. I'm just going to come out and say it; my eldest friend lost his battle with depression and committed suicide earlier this year. I knew this guy since he was in diapers and his passing was sudden and unexpected. The point of this is to urge anyone who is dealing with someone with depression is to just reach out and let them know that you care for them. That alone can save a life. I dedicate this to his memory.

XXXxxx Republic City Outskirts xxxXXX

The cold night air whipped across the battle damaged rooftop. Scorch marks and dislocated ceramics littered the surrounding area. The wind picked up and Yumi shivered in her web shackles. She regretted ditching her outerwear. The confident gesture came back to haunt her. She kept her mind off the cold and recalled the fight.

"The guy's more resourceful then he looks." She thought aloud.

As her teeth started to chatter mescaline grunts graced her ears.

Chicko pulled himself up the ledged and wasted no time getting to his entangled squad mate. He was out of breath and somewhat haggard but his pace was consistent.

He doubled over and took a moment to catch his breath. "Glad you…stuck around." He quipped in between breaths.

Yumi scowled, she wasn't in the mood for his 'charm' at the moment. She was about to give him a piece of her mind. Thankfully Chiko caught himself and cut the harsh words before they surfaced.

"Relax Yumi I got you, just trying to lighten things up jeez." His breathing evened out as he unsheathed his knife. He kneeled and started to cut away the webs.

"Dddid you get him?"She asked.

"Not exactly, I tagged him in his thigh. He must've been one-hundred and twenty yards away, give or take." He boasted while cutting her free.

Yumi slowly yanked herself from the webs. She didn't want to damage her skin. The Tinkerer hypothesized that the web fibers had a high tensile strength. "And you still find time to brag. You're a model of modesty Chi'"

"I'm just giving you a detailed description of how it went down Yumi. Now if I wanted to brag I'd say that I did the whole thing upside down. And yes I know I'm amazing."

She stood up and felt numb. Her legs fell asleep. "Uh, thanks."

"Yeah, the spider didn't get a shot in on you did he?" Chicko asked.

"No. He just played keep away from my attacks. I got a bit…overzealous and leveled a chimney stack. One thing lead to another and he got the drop on me. And well you know the rest." Yumi told him the gist of the encounter. She had a coughing fit soon after. The firebender made a mental note to get that cough checked out.

"Well it sounds like you got off lightly. I just wish I could've got here sooner. We might have nabbed him."

His sincerity wasn't overlooked. "Don't beat yourself up over it. You did what you could." Yumi encouraged. She didn't want to sound too gushy.

"Suppose your right and its better being slow then getting glued to a roof am I right?" He winced after speaking. Unfortunately his mouth was quicker than his head.

Yumi pulled her hand back. She regretted trying to encourage the mouthy archer. "And the moment's ruined. Good job Chicko."

Before Chicko could make a bigger fool of himself, his discarded radio buzzed.

:/Team one do you copy? Respond over./:

The two grimaced as they faced a new dilemma. Who would tell the captain about their tactical blunder?

"Alright we can flip a coin and the loser will…"

"Not it!"

"Come on Yumi that's not fair, I've been playing catch up all night. I need a break!" Chicko pleaded his case to her.

"I fought Spider-Man, single handedly I might add, and got doused in this white gunk for my trouble. There still some in my freaking hair. If anyone needs a break it's me!" Her demeanor was in stark contrast to her usual calm and collected mannerisms. "You got a big mouth, hurry up and use it. Freezing my butt off out here…"

Chicko frowned. He knew he couldn't argue with that logic. The walk to the radio felt long but he picked it up and addressed his commanding officer. "Team one reporting." He sighed.

:/ Good to hear from you kid. What's your status?/:

"Not good sir. Our slayer escorts are MIA, no doubt the wall crawler's handy work. Yumi and I couldn't subdue the suspect." He gazed over to Yumi. She was covered in ash and still coughing here and there. "…Despite our best efforts. We softened him up a bit and I managed to wound him." His own words didn't sit well with him. He took Spider-Man's escape personally. "I can continue pursuit if you…"

:/ That won't be necessary team one. We'll leave the suspect to team two. You've done enough./:

Chicko frowned. He wasn't satisfied with that course of action. The order was taken as an insult to his honor. "With all due respect sir, I'm still fresh and I got plenty of arrows. Spider-Man trail still hot, if I leave now I can…"

:/ Waste time and energy on a wild turtle goose chase when both should be focused on more productive ends.:/

Prowler's been leading people for a long time. He knows what happens to soldiers who take the mission personally. They get sloppy and take unnecessary risks. He guessed that was the reason their escorts are missing.

:/ You have men that are unaccounted for. I want you two to find them. Is that clear?/:

The Prowler's reasoning was sound and effectively calmed the hot heads nerves. "Crystal sir."

:/ Good, and don't worry about the suspect. It may not look it but you did well tonight. The Spider's hurt, tired, and rushing in for seconds. This isn't an ideal scenario but it wasn't unexpected. Even by some miracle that he gets past them, he won't escape me. I'll inform team two of the situation. Prowler out./:

The radio signal went out and the two United Forces operatives had their task.

"Ah! Stinkin beat cops. We would've got that punk if it wasn't for their kamikaze run." Chicko vented the last of his frustrations.

Yumi took the moment to clear her throat. "You heard the man Chicko, he's Han and Lou's problem now." She started to make her way towards the slayer's general direction. "We'll find the three morons and find a warm spot to stuff them in."

The archer shook it off and followed his orders. "Yeah yeah."

They went to the fire escape and checked if it was stable.

"Hey Yumi…"

She sighed. "Yes Chicko."

"Is it wrong that I want Spider-Man to get past our beloved comrades?" He still had their wager on his mind.

"Nope, I don't want to feed those meat heads. Hope the captain's the one to take him down." She stopped him and meat his gaze. "But I didn't say that right."

Chicko shrugged and played along. "Say what?"

XXXxxx Republic City Outskirts: Sewer System xxxXXX

The desolate sewage port witnessed its first sign of activity in decades. The rusted out man hole cover was yanked from its dormant position. Spider-Man dropped in and winced as he landed. The bleeding had stopped but it was still a painful wound. It would close with time but he would need to properly disinfect and dress later. It wasn't life threatening but he wouldn't take any chances.

"Still can't believe Robin Hood got me." Spider-Man whispered. "Where did Prowler find these palooka's anyway?"

He worked his way through the old sewage tunnels with a quite haste. He worked though the pain but there was still a noticeable limp in his stride. The service walk ended. It was just rain runoff at this leg of the trip. He opted for wall crawling then walking. Footfalls and water would telegraph too much.

He took the time to further examine the situation. 'If I was a betting man, I would say the Prowler's got three or four hostages held up somewhere in city hall.' He contemplated.

As he crawled, he came across a network or vines blocking his way. He paused for a moment and slowly cleared them away. It was odd to see them favor one point of the tunnel but they didn't trip his spider-sense and ignored it.

Voices became audible as he closed into the tunnel's end. The closer he got the more focused he became. The echo's sounded like a couple of watchdogs passing the time with idle chit-chat.

'Just two of them eh, this shouldn't take long. I might be able to sneak past them if I'm lucky.' He speculated.

The end of the tunnel came into view. Dim green lights spilled into it. 'Let's get cracking.'

He entered what appeared to be a large enclave. Rubble from the supposed landslide lined the edges. Shallow water covered a majority of the floor save for the building's entrance. Dim green lights bathed the area with its illumination. Load bearing beams could be found in the unstable parts of the structure. He could only speculate on their purpose but in his view they were used in a vain attempt to rescue the building or to salvage what they could from the wreckage. It looked like some earthbenders botched the job and placed a few of the beams in the wrong areas. The dangling pipes were evident enough. As he scanned the area he found the voices owners. It was two men sitting down at the foot of the government building talking up a storm. He inched closer and got a better look at the two.

The larger one wore a dingy looking sleeveless shirt with a jacket tied around his waist. His clothes were similar to the arrow guy and his fire partner, looked like Prowler likes his thugs to be uniformed. The other guy had a sword strapped to his back and looked like he hailed from the Fire Nation. He was a head shooter then the big guy. He couldn't get much insight on their abilities. They weren't wearing the dreaded slayer armor so he could rule out metalbending.

He grinned despite himself. It looked like he caught the first break of the night. He couldn't get past them but they didn't look too tough either. It looked like that Parker luck was turning around.

The duo was yucking it up about something. If he didn't know any better, it looked like they were celebrating something.

He crawled closer to ease drop on the two. His curiosity clouded his senses and didn't notice some animated vines creped across the roof and closed in on him.

The large one laughed. "Can't wait to see the look on that ol' raccoon faced loud mouth when he's bank rolling for my food. I'll make sure to go to the fanciest joint in town and watch him squirm."

The swordsmen kicked his feet up with a smug look on his face. "You know I think I'll forgo the food and the money if Yumi sprinkles rose petals wherever I go for an hour or two." He reclined, making sure his swords were ready to be unsheathed as he waited for the go ahead from Lou.

The concrete buckled as hair line cracks danced across the roof of the enclave. It was at this point that Spidey mapped his course of action. He would move fast and hit hard. A simple method but it would suffice. He did have reservation though. If the twinge in nape told him anything it was that there was more to these two than meets the eye. It didn't matter though. The only way to the hostages were through the two guards.

Lou leaned on a guard rail and continued the conversation. "Eh, the lady don't deserve that Hanzo. She ain't running her mouth like Chicko." His eyes locked with Hanzo's and winked. "You know what I mean…"

Hanzo flashed an devilish grin. He was getting restless with all the waiting. Despite years of battle, he still trembled before the action started, while his hands shook his voice stayed even. "Hey she knew what she was getting into. We're all responsible for the choices we make." He cocked his head towards the ceiling and directly at Spider-Man. "Right Spidey!"

Spider-Man's senses went from a dull ember to a raging inferno as the warning bells rang in his head. A split second later a portion of the roof broke away revealing a large amount of vines viciously perusing him. He instantly detached to evade them. "Oh boy!" He twisted his body and evaded the lovely vines during his descent. Again he was introduced to a new form of bending at the worst possible time. And he thought his luck was turning around.

Hanzo sprung into action. He jumped to his feet, drew his twin dao swords, and vaulted over the railing in a single fluid motion.

Spider-Man splashed into the water and immediately felt the pain shoot through his leg, even when he focused most of his weight to his left. There was still ample time to evade the onslaught of sword swipes coming his way.

This guy was good. He swung with ferocity and precision. If Spider-Man had time to think he would've noticed that he was trying to score non lethal blows on the web-slinger.

Spider-Man found an opening in his attack pattern and acted. He vaulted over the swordsmen shoulder, flipped and got into a prime position to deliver a quick kick to the dome. Before the blow could connect his spider-sense buzzed and a jet of water propelled him away from his target. He rolls in the shallow water and quickly recovered his footing. With all of the excitement, he forgot about the other one.

"Nice save man. He's a slippery little pentapus."

"No problem. Looks like you're losing your touch Hanzo." Lou chided his squad mate.

Hanzo gripped his swords tighter. "Ah cut me some slack. I'm still getting warmed up."

The swordsman wasn't being totally honest. He was giving his all in the initial attack and Spider-Man simply already found a way through his offensive. Spider-Man's prowess despite being injured didn't do much for his morale. It didn't matter though. The slight on his pride was pushed away.

"Come one sword guy. Tell lug head to buzz off will you." Peter tried to goade the swordsmen into a one on one fight. Hanzo wasn't buying it so he sweetened the bait. "Then again you look like you could use the moral support since you're not man enough to fight me on your own and all."

Hanzo scowled intently at Spider-Man. It appeared that the wall crawler struck a nerve. He turned to his squad mate to gauge him. Their serious looks melted away as they openly laughed at Spider-Man school yard antics. "That's rich eh Lou? We're not here for some macho slug fest Spider-Man and we're not going to waste our time with that garbage. We're professionals, ain't that right ol' buddy."

"Got that right Hanzo. You think you can play on some speculated inferiority complex in an attempt to lure us into a tactical disadvantage. You're sadly mistaken." Lou's relaxed voice sounded absolutely alien using such complex words.

Spider-Man and Hanzo took a moment to gawk at the foggy swamp resident. Hanzo knew his friend was smarter then he looked but the waterbender did surprise him at times.

"Uh…yeah what he said." Hanzo muttered.

Peter was in the same boat. "Wow…"

An incredulous look was smeared all over Lou's face. "What! I read." His defense fell to deaf ears. Lou went back on task. "Aw enough jaw jacken, let's get back to work Han!"

Hanzo snapped out of his stupor and went back on the attack.

'So much for that.' Peter gritted his teeth. His little scheme was a long shot anyway.

It took no time at all for Hanzo to recover to a full on assault. The deadly game of keep continued. He got a measure of Spider-Man and found an effective tempo to engage the super human menace.

The duo had all of Spider-Man's attack vectors covered. He deduced that that sword guy was there to press him on the defensive while the waterbender would cover any opening that presented itself. He was in the proverbial rock and a hard place. The swordsman wasn't bumping gums with that professional statement. All of his strokes were deliberate and calculating. None of his attacks were wasted.

Hanzo thought he did a good job at hiding his concerns towards the vigilante. He wasn't getting anywhere fast with the wed head. He was only trying to wound him and even that was proving to be a monumental task. It wasn't skill that kept Spider-Man safe from his attacks. Hanzo couldn't explain it but it looked like he was moving away from the swords before every swipe. He held on to a sliver of hope however. He might not be able to tag Spider-Man but his options were limited. Spidey arsenal was limited towards edged weapons. he didn't know how to deal effectively deal with his fighting style and with Lou watching his back the two were in an effective stalemate. It was time to change tactics. 'Time to get fancy.'

Spider-Man was taken off guard from the swordsman's sudden interest in his right flank. The sword goon had a good eye and was taking full advantage to the wall crawler's injury. He jumped away gained some distance. A counter attack was out of the question. The waterbending farmhand saw to that. The stalemate and his defenses were crumbling away. He stood his ground and awaited the next volley from Hanzo. His only option now was to hold out and wait for an opportunity to present itself at this juncture.

The two United Forces respective skill sets worked well with one another. They were so proficient that Hanzo only had to give a quick glance to initiate the next step of the assault. A reassuring node was the only confirmation he needed to proceed. He reversed the grip in one of his swords and charged at Spider-Man. He unexpectedly threw his reversed dao sword at the wall crawler and jumped out of the water. The blade was surprisingly accurate. At that very moment Lou shifted the water to ice and his partner skated on the rapidly forming path. The spider dodged the sword and the duo seized the moment. Lou Steered Hanzo straight towards Spider-Man's breached defenses. He flipped over him and slashed his back. Hanzo scored first blood.

"Ah!" Spider-Man bellowed. The slash wasn't fatal but and looked worse than it was. This was a testament to Hanzo's skill with edged weapons. It was like hundreds of hornets formed a ling and stung him repeatedly. He felt a trickle of blood trickled from his wound. He fell to one knee and gritted his teeth.

Hanzo landed gracefully stood up. "You know you could end all of this right." He decided to give the wall crawler a brief reprieve. "All you need to do is surrender and come with us willingly." His tone was somber and direct. He kicked up and caught his sword. Hanzo flicked the excess water from the blade. "We can walk out of here in once piece or get dragged to the boss, your choice kid." His voice was even and blank. He wanted to be as clear as humanly possible.

Lou stood by ready to continue at a moment's notice. Spider-Man's decision made no difference to him. He always felt that Han was a little soft with the enemy at times.

Spider-Man stood up and swallowed the pain in his back and leg. His breathing leveled as the shock passed. The bleeding wasn't bad and he had a feeling that that was intentional. "Just give up and no harm will come to me huh, that simple?"

"That simple." Hanzo repeated.

"No dice pal. I got hostages to save. And no offense guys but you don't seem like the trustworthy type if you catch my drift." He stood up and balled his fist. "Besides giving up to a couple of mooks isn't in my job description. I got a rep to maintain you know."

Hanzo tried to hold his tongue but failed miserably. "You stupid child!" He yelled like his old master. "Think, you're not getting past us and you can't beat us. Just give up already!" He half pleaded with the web slinger. The fight was shaping up to get nasty.

A low snicker escaped from Spider-Man. "Aw, I didn't think you cared." He scuffed Hanzo's proposal. The classic Parker stubbornness was on full display. With his act of defiance something strange happened. His vision got hazy and went black and white. It was his enhanced vision but he didn't activate it. He shook his head and the world went back to normal. 'That was weird…'

Lou saw that his squad mate tense up and openly shout at the sheer stupidity coming out of the wall crawler's big mouth. He had the good sense to step in at that point. "Forget it Hanzo. Looks like we're gonna have to tenderize the stupid out of him. Cheer up bud. At least we won't be talking so big when we hand him to Prowler."

"Right!" He charged back at Spider-Man. His furry was reignited.

Spider-Man didn't meet the swordsmen head on. He instead took to the top of the underground enclave. His hand whipped up and he webbed zipped high above the two attackers. As expected, the dangling vines reanimated and crawled after him. He moved across the ceiling and crawled as fast as he could. The vines splintered the rocks and long forgotten infrastructure as they zeroed in on their target.

'Come on come one…' He inwardly pleaded for his next move to be revealed. His prayers were answered as a disguised miracle presented itself. It took the form of some pipes spilled from the concrete arena. He broke his hold from the wall as the vines converged to his previous location. A particularly thick lead pipe was hastily snagged from the air before he returned to the enclave floor. He held his new weapon with both hands, ready for the second round with Hanzo.

Hanzo didn't hesitate and closed in. He noted that Spider-Man's 'sword' stance would get him laughed at in any sword school. The sight would've been comical if the situation wasn't so serious. His inexperience was painfully obvious to any onlooker. "That piece of trash isn't going to do you much good against my swords kid!"

The swordsmen had a point. Peter's only piece of relative experience with his weapon was a few games of stick ball in his youth. He didn't need it though. His greatest weapon would be his reflexes and spider-sense would be handling the brunt of the work.

Hanzo didn't waste another word of trash talk towards the wall crawler's ridicules posture. The only thing on his mind now was ending this scuffle once as soon as possible. He got in striking range and swung with impunity. His dau swords sparked when they made contact with the improvised weapon.

Spider-Man meat interrupted every strike with the pipe. He would make sure to thank his lucky stars that a metalbender wasn't present now.

Hanzo slowly chipped away at the pipe. Bits and pieces plunged into the shallow water. All he had to do was keep pressing and move in tandem with Lou and this scrape would be over and done.

Lou watched the clash closely. Hanzo was too close to Spider-Man and he didn't want to hit his team mate in the cross fire. All he could do was standby and wait for an opening.

The friendly neighborhood Spider-Man was running out of time. A knot formed in his gut, it was time to try his gambit. He jumped away from Hanzo and rolled to his feet. The waterbender, unsurprisingly, started to attack him but his spider-sense gave him plenty of time to evade them for the most part. He sailed through the water jets all thanks to his precognitive ability. It was the only thing keeping him in this fight to be honest. He joked from another jet and turned to face Hanzo and blitzed towards him.

"Here goes nothing!" He proclaimed as his plan was initiated.

Hanzo was amazed at Spider-Man's sheer endurance. He thought the wall crawler would be a little sluggish after fighting the metalbenders and Yumi consecutively. But he kept going. He pushed all the doubt and questions out of his head. It wasn't the time or place for such thoughts, especially in the face of the web head running towards him.

For a second time tonight Spider-Man shocked the two soldiers. They couldn't possibly for see him throwing a pipe high in the air and continue to charge Hanzo. They both thought the wall crawler actually lost his sanity and was actively seeking a stint in the hospital. They didn't have the vaguest idea what Spider-Man was trying to accomplish in his unorthodox move. Things started to clear up once their target jumped high in the air and caught the wayward pipe with both hand. He winded back his weapon for a devastating swing at Hanzo.

Hanzo's eyes went wide when Spider-Man's plan dawned on him. He fell for it and there was not time to get out of the way. His only option was to cross his dao swords and block the web slinger's tremendous swing.

The combination of gravity and force saw to Spider-Man's gamble paying off. A deafening sound of clapping metal echoed throughout the chamber. The dao swords cut through the pipe like butter. It spoke volumes to the twin blades world class metalsmithing compared to a half rusted piece of plumbing. Time slowed down for the two combatants. The hollow piece of lead started to slice away and flew away. That didn't matter though. Spider-Man put tremendous force behind his swing and it wasn't a wasted investment. Hanzo's prized blades flexed and shined at the residual force. They flexed like tinfoil in the breeze before shattered to pieces. Steel fragments flew everywhere. Hanzo was effectively neutralized.

Peter dropped what remained of the pipe and kneed Hanzo's hard in the gut, completely ignoring the searing pain in his wounded leg and back. He dug deep and found the strength make sure Hanzo was out of the picture.

Hanzo felt the wind evacuate his lungs and the bile going up his esophagus. Thankfully, he didn't lose his lunch. Before he could instinctually grab his abdomen, he felt something heft his form up by his collar.

Spider-Man pulled hard on his shirt with a single fist cocked back for a final blow. He had to take sword guy out of the equation.

The last thought that went through Hanzo's mind, after the rapidly encroaching fist in his field of view, was his take on Operation Spider-Slayer. He remembered thinking that Beifong's plan was overkill to use on one guy. They didn't need the ruse or all the extra muscle for some two bit side show playing hero. It was at this moment that he could appreciate the police chief's shrewd way of thinking. He hoped Lou could handle him alone. Darkness swallowed his mind. His involvement in Spider-Slayer was over

"HAN!" Lou yelled.

The vigilante threw Hanzo's unconscious form away and faced the remaining threat. He splashed and rolled in the water. The only bit of silver lining Hanzo could take away from his devastating defeat was that he at least landed on his back. Saving from drowning in a glorified puddle.

Peter stood triumphant when he faced Lou. His posture betrayed his fatigue and growing list of injuries. He was thankful he didn't reopen the wound on his leg. "Just you and me country boy." He put as much bass his voice would allow.

Lou stood on his perch with his mouth ajar. He got over the shock and scowled deeply at the so called do-gooder. If Yumi or Chicko were in this situation, they would have lashed out immediately in the face of such a callus treatment of a fallen comrade. Lou had too much experience under to entertain such a childish notion. He instead channeled his anger at the wall crawler.

"Looks that way bug…" Lou growled. The venom in his voice was thick.

He then proceeded to vault over the railing and splashed into the area. Hanzo was whisked away with a wave of his hand. It gesture startled the web head but Lou just wanted get Hanzo out of the way.

It was at this point that Spider-Man could recognize how much the waterbender towered over him. Lou reminded him of the hammer wielding goons employed by The Goblin's criminal empire. He looked like a hillbilly and sounded like one to boot. 'And he's pissed…great.'

"…And I assure you, that fact is not to your benefit." He declared matter-of-factly. He tapped into his bending and felt the virtual field of freshwater vines in the surrounding area. They ran deep within the forgotten foundation. He would only need a pinch of it to dispatch the pest that stood before him.

Spider-Man's senses went wild. It wasn't the most accurate tool in his arsenal but it always told the severity of oncoming threats. It felt like the threat was coming from all sides. He flinched when he felt tendrils flowing under his socked feet. They didn't attack but instead went to ran to their master. Peter saw a lot of strange things during his relatively short tenure as a masked vigilante and this spectacle was one of his top ten's. It was fare behind the giant fishbowl head hurling nebulous purple energy in a pocket reality weird but it was noteworthy. The vines and other miscellaneous vegetation jump like a fish out of water. They flew out of every nook and cranny towards the disgruntled waterbender. His arms clung to his arms and shoulders in a uniformed fashion. They stopped short of his jaw line. The smell was putrid and the sight was revolting. He imagined it was the look H.G. Wells had in mind for the aliens in War of The Worlds.

Spider-Man was thoroughly intimidated by the inhuman looking waterbender. He fought the apprehension the only way he knew how. "Yeesh, and they call me a freak. You need to take that show on the road buddy."

The vines stabilized on Lou's bulky form. "You're one to talk." He released the last bit of civility and started his assault.

Spider-Man dodged Lou's wide swipe with ease. His moves were so telegraphed and the web head didn't have a problem avoiding the slimy vines.

Lou's attacks were broad. His repertoire consisted of large horizontal swipes in methodical patterns. Even with Parker's injuries, he had no problem avoiding the false arms. A glimmer of relief leaked into his mind.

'I was worried about this? Looks like the hillbilly was a paper target.' He surmised.

Lou threw another haymaker only to hit thin air. 'Take the bait you jumpy little varmint.'

Spider-Man aimed and fired his webs at one of the tendrils. He caught the arm and attempted to a throw. His feet were firmly planted in the ground and prepared to grapple with Lou. He would regret his lapse of judgment.

Lou grinned. "Gotcha!"

The surprises just didn't stop for the wall crawler. The vines effortlessly moved through the silk. The vine tendrils took hold of him and whipped him away. Lou threw him so hard that the wall collapsed when he made contact. His vision was blurred and his head was throbbing. The stitching around his mouth went undone exposing half of his face.

"That one's for Han." Lou muttered. "Hang in there bug! We ain't finished yet!"

Peter coughed while holding his sides. That blow wasn't doing any favors for the open wound on his back. He slowly climbed to his feet.

"Aw come now boy we barley done started!" Lou boasted.

He stood up and coughed. Hell awaited him when he got out of bed. "Real proud of that love tap huh." He spat. "I've had loan sharks hit harder then you."

Spider-Man webbed a decent sized boulder and hurled it at the monstrosity.

His rushed attack didn't surprise Lou at all. His tendrils shoot at the weaponized rock and crushed it to powder. What did catch him by surprise was Spider-Man appearing in his peripheral vision trying to land a punch. The vines holding the rock remains dispersed as his attention turned to the bigger threat. Two new tendrils sprouted from hi back and took hold the wall crawler's ankle. He then proceeded to throw Spider-Man away.

The throw didn't deter Spidey in the slightest. Lou's move was meant to keep him at bay more than anything. Spider-Man paid close attention to Lou's next move. He had a theory about the swampbender and only needed one piece of evidence to back it up. The bender then regrouped the discarded vines and his pseudo arms were reformed. "Bingo." He muttered.

Peter found it odd that he stopped waterbending when the vines came to play. His theory now had evidence to back it up. The way diverted the vines told him that everything. The vines may be versatile but the technique required most of his attention to maintain. Which means he can't multitask. Peter discovered a weakness to exploit.

Lou didn't know what Spider-Man was trying to pull. The smirk on Spidey's face kept him on edge.

Spider-Man eased up. The fight was over already over. "Listen up mountain man because I'm only going to say this once."

Lou frowned, the wall crawler was definitely up to something. "What's this, you trying to surrender now? Sorry chump that ship has sailed."

" 'fraid not. Now I got you attention, good. You're going to get a kick out of this." He proclaimed.

Spider-Man wasted no time shooting his webs at two load bearing columns and pulled hard.

Lou didn't expect the sudden burst of motion out of Spider-Man and by the fact that they weren't aimed at him. "What are you…" He paused when he saw the web slinger's target. "…Oh no."

Spider-Man pulled with all his might and the columns gave way. Decades of decay did most of the work. The enclave we destabilized and falling apart. Rocks rained down over the two. Spider-Man stood calmly through the encroaching chaos. The sight was unnerving. It was different story for Lou. He joked and diverted boulder falling overhead.

"You have two options!" Peter yelled over the noise. "You can try your luck and try to take me down or make sure your friend doesn't get crushed in the cave in."

"YOU LOUSY UNDERHANDED LITTLE!" Lou lashed out and took a swing at Spider-Man. Unfortunately it didn't connect.

"Tick tock. You really don't time to terry."

Lou was absolutely livid. It was a low blow from the wall crawler. Not in his wildest dream could he see himself do pull a stunt like that. Win or lose, he would've fought with honor. He made his choice and sprinted to Hanzo.

Spider-Man swung towards city hall and landed in front of the service door. He made hast and rammed through the door.

Lou made it in time to grab his comrade but his gut told him there wasn't time to escape the collapse in time. He had the vines surround the two forming a cage around the duo. He iced it over then reinforced it with another layer of ice. The last thing he could do now was brace for impact.

"THIS ISN'T OVER BUG!" Lou parting words was followed by a sea of stone falling on them. Burring the battlefield.

Peter mad it thorough the incident in one piece. He was in a service hall doubled over and gasping for air. He didn't think he was such a daredevil. It was a monumental effort for him not to throw up from all the excitement.

"I don't doubt it." He said between breaths.

He spared a moment to decompress from the ordeal. The back to back ambushes was one thing but he was hearing and seeing things too. Again Peter tucked his concerns away. He'd give it some time when the hostages were rescued. The situation was almost behind him. Prowler can't have too many hoods left after this. And with that thought he stood up mentally refreshed. His mind was set on two things. Rescuing the hostages and making the Prowler answer for his crimes. He popped his knuckles as he made his way to the main building. His injuries were almost forgotten. Blind bravado and vitriol was proving to be a potent anesthetic.

XXXxxx Enclave Rubble xxxXXX

A large smoke cloud covered the surrounding area. The devastation would've stopped Republic City proper in its tracks. The area was eerily quiet after the chaos. Only one noise bleared over the falling rocks. A personal radio was suffering from interference as it tried to get a signal through the debris field.

:/ Scssssh …Tea…schsssh…if any one ca…schsssh respond over…Come on pick…schsssh/: Yumi voice rang out.

Team one were a good distance away from the cave in but it was impossible to miss. The two were in stark contrast from their usual selves. Yumi was unusually earnest and Chicko just stood by in silence, waiting for the verdict on his friends. Yumi wasn't willing to wait.

:/ Team two, if you can't talk just tap the receiver twice./: Her commands came through. The signal was cleaner.

The hail went unanswered but it did cause a stir. There was a hint of movement as a pile of rocks started to roll away. The murmur turned into outright turbulence. A moment later a vine broke out of the rubble dragging a battered Lou and the still unconscious Hanzo in tow. They were both covered in dust. Lou came out of the ordeal mostly unscathed save for a deep gash above his hairline. The stream of blood covering his left eye looked worse than it was. Hanzo was unharmed from the cave in thanks to his partner. The only thing that awaited him was a massive headache and a battered abdomen.

Lou took a moment to get his bearing. He got lucky. Speed wasn't his specialty after all. He reached for Hanzo's buzzing radio and answered. His ears were still ringing but he could just make out the voice over the coms.

"We're here Yumi. We're banged up something fierce but we're still in one piece."

:/ Thank goodness…It's good to hear voice big guy. What happen to Hanzo? What's the word on the suspect, did you get him?/: Yumi didn't try to disguise the relief while staying on task.

Lou released his hold on the vines and hefted Hanzo over his shoulder with his free arm. He wanted to set him down on stable grounds. "Spider-Man got the better of Hanzo and K.O'd Him and managed to give me the slip with that cave in . He fought dirty and bugged out on us. No pun intended. Almost had him too. I'll get into the nitty gritty at in debrief." Lou kept his rising anger in check. He would make sure to keep his parting words with Spider-Man. He would be begging for a jail cell when he got done with him. If by luck he beat the captain that is. The thought of the improbable happening dashed his hopes of getting even with the doomed vigilante.

:/ Crud, sorry to hear that team two. We've located our missing guys, unconscious of course./:

:/ And freaking heavy by the way!/: Chicko's complaints blared from the receiver.

:/ Yeah, well we can rendezvous at your location./: Yumi ignored the archer and tried to iron out a plan.

"No. Just hang tight and wait for the operation got end. I'll take care of Hanzo and you take care of your guys. There's no point in us running all over town with our wounded." Lou suggested.

:/What if he gets the better of Prowler huh? We need to get a counter offensive in place just in case./: Yumi interjected. :/ We can't just sit on our hands and let the punk get away from…/:

It was Lou's turn to interrupt. "Yumi, both of you, just listen to me for a very carefully." He made sure to set Hanzo down before continuing. "You two haven't been rollen' with this outfit as long as Hanzo and myself. My experience with that man tells me two things. One, we don't need to worry about Prowler. Two, Spider-Man doesn't have a chance against him. So sit back, relax, and wait for Beifong's all clear signal. It shouldn't be long now."

XXXxxx City Hall Interior xxxXXX

The only sound in the decrepit government building was Spider-Man's old combat boots stepping on the hardwood floor. It whined with each foot fall and rang throughout the hall. Dim lights illuminated the forgotten husk. The air was stifling with a strong odor. The smell reminded him of that area in the library with the century old literature back home. He was surprised the place wasn't demolished and built over. It was an absolute eye sour of a building. Dim lights illuminated the interior. It was bright enough to be serviceable and inconspicuous to any onlookers. It was furnished with rotted out benches and desks were scattered all over the place. Shattered glass laid across the floor and refracted the lights in several places. He made sure to avoid them since he didn't want to alert anyone to his presences.

Spider-Man wondered if his host ditched him and took the hostages to another venue. Maybe Prowler full of it and just paid a bunch of hoods to do his bidding or he just didn't like to get his hands dirty. He didn't entertain the thought for very long. If Prowler went in that route it would no doubt complicate things.

"Any one home!?" He tried to spring any traps that maybe waiting. "It's just your little old Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man doing a little house call! Someone called me to smack the taste out of a, let's see, 'Prowler'. You see he's a deranged kidnapper and a part-time psychopath." He paused and looked for any sign of movement. No dice, time to try again. "If anybody has any surprises now's the time to pull them out." He looked, again nothing. "Ah crumbs."

He gave the assembly a good once over before moving in to Prowler's likely whereabouts. If he was anything like Amon, he would be held up in the biggest room in the joint. Derelict or not. He made his way to the old council courtroom.

"Knock knock…" He announced before kicking the termite damaged doors off its hinges.

The spacious chamber had better lighting then the rest of the building. It made scanning the area easier. It had a second level for additional occupants for public hearings. Now that level was bathed in darkness. He continued looking when his search was cut short.

"You're early…" The muffled, familiar voice said.

The web head darted to the voices point of origin. It was a superficial gesture. The way the voice echoed in the room making it difficult to pin point.

"I didn't expect to show up around One o'clock."

Spider-Man didn't have a doubt in his mind. The man of the hour was in his presence. He tried to play mind games with him. That didn't bother him though, it was a past time of his. "Sorry to disappoint. You're lackeys didn't take me too long to smack around. You know that got me thinking, do you moon beam wackos hire those crumbs in bulk? Or do you just put out an ad in the classifieds? Either way you should get a refund pronto. Those dime store crooks make the triads look good and that's saying something."

Prowler wasn't the least bit phased by Spider-Man' scathing remarks. "Oh I don't know about that. It looks like the last two gave you a run for you money. And I'll let you in on a little secret."

Spider-Man came up with an answer. "Let me guess, you always wanted to be a dentist but you couldn't hack it and this whole kidnapping and picking fights with yours truly is a cry for attention right."

"Not exactly. You see my 'henchmen' were ordered to steer you to this very spot. Don't get me wrong they gave their best shot at you but they still accomplished their mission. Didn't you think it was a little odd that these stone cold criminals tried to coerce a surrender out of you?"

"Not really, I wouldn't want to fight me. And if some hood tells me to do something I don't do it. Hasn't failed me yet."

Prowler steeped out of his hiding place in full view to Spider-Man. His frame didn't complement his stealthy approach. He was built like a prize fighter. The wall crawler had a hard time telling if it was him or the armor he was wearing. The face had a painted on green scowl on the black mask. He stared at the wall crawler with his jade eyes. "It did tonight wall crawler. Now I need you to dig deep on this one. Did my people come at you like killers?"

Peter frowned and begrudgingly recalled the night's events. For a moment the heat of the night subsided as he put more thought into his recollection. His tormentor's showed more decorum than the equalist or any of the triads. The low lives he traded blows with usually tried to rip his head off and stick it on a pike. They also displayed an odd since of cohesion. Not even Osborn's men were on that level. His frown melted away as he deduced the horrible truth. His shoulders went slack. "You never had any hostages did you." He uttered the harsh truth.

"No." A feminine voice confirmed. Peter's eyes shot to the voice's origin. Confusion spilled into his mind. Chief Beifong stood on the second level of the hearing room. Her arms were folded and looking at him with an accusing glare.

Falling for a wild goose chase was one thing but finding out the master mind was the cities top cop was another matter entirely. "Beifong…ARE YOU NUTS!"

The wall crawler's harsh tone affect her at all. "You're one to talk Spider-Man."

Peter almost forgot his dire situation. Public officials over stepping their bounds didn't sit well with him. It was too much like New York. "You don't see me starting a city wide panic to arrest one guy! I heard you were harsh but I didn't think you were so insecure. You come after me because I'm doing your job better then you. Is that it!?" Spider-Man blurted out. His words were laced with anger and confusion.

The last jab did get to Beifong. "What do you know about police work brat!? You run around all night picking fights with petty criminals out of some sick sense of self gratification. You think you're above the law huh. You think you can trapes around my city handing out street justice. What happens when you hit someone so hard that they never wake up huh? Do you take your costume off and escape justice! No, I won't let this sideshow go on for another second. It ends tonight."

The police chief's words weighted heavily on Peter. They took the steam from his argument. She had a point. "I would never do that…"

Beifong reeled in her zeal to manageable levels. It was pointless to argue their dueling motives. "Unlike you, I do answer for all of my actions. Now you have two options. Surrender now or will cart you out of here by force. This is your final warning."

Prowler didn't take his eyes off his prey for a second. He already knew what path the vigilante was going to take and had a feeling the Beifong was in on it. She was probably just going through the motions. He had a shred of sympathy for Spider-Man. Someone fighting against a harsh status que all on his own. He saw a lot of himself in the boy. The web head's fatal flaw was his methods. That was where the sympathies ended and the mission began.

Of all the things that could surface in Spider-Man's head he couldn't help but think of was that vice cop cozying up to some floozies in the Black Cat. Seeing a supposed agent of law and order rubbing shoulders with the worse men the big apple produced. In his eyes, Beifong was no better than that dirty cop. "I'll never surrender to people like you." He growled.

Beifong loosened her coils and prepared to show him what real justice looked like. "Have it your way." She was about to unleash five months of pint up aggression on the false hero.

"Wait chief!" Prowler called out.

Lin stopped herself to see what the captain had to say. "This better be good Prowler."

"Let me handle this."

She could not believe nor understand the request. "Now why would I do something like that!?"

Truthfully he didn't have an entirely reasonable answer. A dash of flattery and truth should help get his way. "I can take him alone. Besides a commander shouldn't sully their hands with such matters." He told the half-truth. Prowler wanted give Spidey a handicap. They both knew that reinforcements were in route. Spider-Man didn't have a chance.

One look from Beifong told him he was about to get shot down. A little more truth then. "Look we've been jerking the guy's chain all night. Let me take him in the old fashioned way."

Peter stood by through the exchange. This matter has elevated beyond any words he could muster. He didn't feel like talking anyway. He took the spare time to look for any chinks in Prowler's armor. It was sleeker then the slayer armor and looked more elaborate. He could only speculate the purpose his gauntlets served. It wasn't for show that's for sure. Unfortunately he couldn't find a single flaw to exploit.

Chief Beifong could appreciate where Quon was coming from but it was misplaced and the timing wasn't ideal. She weighed his request with the situation. Operation Spider-Slayer was coming to a close. At this point there was little to no chance that the Spider-Man would escape the trap. She covered all angles she couldn't cover with the inbound reinforcements. Three airships and any active members of the operation would converge to this spot. They should be getting their final instructions now. The captain's slight deviation wouldn't make a difference at this point. With that conclusion she tightened her grip on her coils and holstered them. "Fine, but don't come crying to me when I have to finish what you started."

Prowler didn't move a muscle. "He won't…"

Spider-Man stared Prowler down waiting for a moment to strike.

"You going to glare at me all night or get the ball rolling?" Prowler broke the silence.

The wall crawler didn't waste any time with him. He was hurt and tired. The only way he was going to win against Prowler is if he takes him down hard and fast. He reached for his tired and true methods. He jumped on his dominant leg and fired his webs. They hit their targets and nail Prowler's chest.

Prowler stood prepared for this. He gripped his stone boots to the ground and awaited for the incoming vigilante. The Tinkerer research told him that he would close in in an acute angle and attack with a heavy opening move. It would either be a right hook or a dive kick.

Spider-Man deviated from the norm when a familiar twinge came to his nape. He instead went with a faint and twisted behind. An inverted right hook the dome had Prowler's name on it.

Tinkerer data didn't support the wall crawler's attack pattern but he adapted quickly. He turned around and deployed his custom rock gauntlets. A stone palm took hold of Spidey's fist. He cocked and manipulated his remaining gauntlet to pronounce its knuckles.

Spider-Man wasn't as prepared as Prowler was. He couldn't in a million years foresee a floating hand protecting its master and holding him in place. He blocked his head in a split second. Another bombshell revealed itself when Prowler's fist connected with a considerable amount of force. Fare more than a normal human being could produce. The punch launched him a good distance away from Prowler. The settled dust scattered as Peter slid across the floor and scrambled back to his feet. The two's inaugural encounter left him rustled but not out.

The Prowler's gauntlet shattered into pieces at the impressive show of force. This was of by design. If the glove held its form the force would have broken his hand. Quon learned that lesson the hard way years ago when using earthbending punches. He held out his hand and the fragmented gauntlets reformed around it.

"My turn." Prowler announced his offensive.

His opponent already returned to his feet when Prowler ran towards him. Prowler held his launchers our and shot its payload at the wall crawler.

Beifong knew what it was and shielded her eyes.

The coin sized shells exploded in a bright flash. Spider-Man was blinded by the intense flash while Prowler wore sufficient eye protection and was shielded by the effect. He closed in and threw a punch and Spider-Man's senses urged him to dodge it jab. Prowler changed tactics and attack his center of mass. He got up close and kneed him in the gut. An elbow to the skull was follow by a left hook to the jaw. Prowler finished his assault with a chunk of stone that slammed and fell along the Spidey.

The room was silent save for Spider-Man worn out breathing. The fight was over before it stated. The Spider-Slayer participants saw to that. He had a hard time getting back up this time. His injuries catching up to him.

"You're good kid, better than good actually." He admitted. He casually circled around the collapsed wall crawler like his name sake suggested. "You're resourcefulness and quick thinking probably pulled you through some nasty scraps. Honestly I'm not sure I could've beat you if you were fresh. Then again it takes more than grit and strength to win a fight kid."

In the first time in a long time, Peter had a hard time getting back to his feet. His jaw was clinched as he tried to swallow the metaphysical pain pill. I took longer than expected but he took his medicine. He was only able to stand on his knee while holding his aching ribs.

Quon continued to chip away at Spider-Man's resolve. "You're playbook isn't too thick you know did you know that. You either use misdirection to close in or your agility to out maneuver your adversaries. Now I'm just thinking out loud here, but you never had a day of formal training in your life."

Peter got angry. His rage didn't change the truth in Prowler's conclusion. That didn't matter now. Nothing else mattered but escaping this snafu. He dug deeper and found the strength to get to his feet. Peter's opened mask displayed his frustrations to all onlookers. "Get a little closer and find out chump." He hissed.

Lin stood by and took mental notes for her written report. His blatant defiance of authority reminded her of Suyin. The familial similarities brought up a hint of sympathy towards the web slinger. She quickly dismisses these feelings.

"Tch. He brought this on himself." She mumbled.

"Hmm caught your second wind eh web head. I didn't think you had any more rounds left in you." Prowler lied. Spider-Man's actions at this point were for show. There wasn't anything he could do to harm him. If this was a sanctioned fight a ref would have called a no contest right about now.

Peter calms himself and takes what little time to think of a way out. He weighed his options. If he tried to swing away Beifong would smack him down. If he tried to fight Prowler…Well he experienced that outcome in his current state. He could surrender and try to escape during transport. He disregarded that plan. He would be under tighter guard then gold at Fort Knox. He looked around discreetly for another path and found it. A rusted out fuse box caught his eye. The circuit breaker was probably charging the lighting in the building or at least the room. Peter focused on his target and blocked out the pain one last time. The only thing left in his mind was Prowler's false eyes and the fuse box. He couldn't have him seeing him with his supposed night vision capability. 'I'm only going to one shot at this, gotta make it count.'

Peter's spunk got a few laughs out of Prowler. "Good one kid."

"You liked that huh?" He mocked. "Then you're going to love this number!"

Spider-Man sprang into action. He shot and webbed up Prowler's false eyes, dived for a fist sized rock and hurled it at the circuit breaker. The stone punctured the rusted box of circuits. A spark came forth then a loud pop followed. The lights flickered and died. The room was plunged into darkness.

Peter took full advantage of their confusion and made it onto a wall.

Prowler knew better and didn't reach for the adhesive silk on his mask. He simply removed the mask. He was as blind as a wolf bat now. There was no obvious signs of movement. The Spider was a virtual specter. "Chief, what's the play!?"

Beifong couldn't help but think that this could have been avoided if it wasn't for Prowler's macho one-on-one request. She would assign blame later.

"Hold your ground and give me a second!" She barked back.

She took a deep breath and raised her foot. The metal in her boot peeled back revealing the sole of her foot. She stomped the ground and a mental scan showed a mental image of the building. She felt Quon and was impressed at how calm his heart beat was. More images flooded her mind. The decrepit building and pieces of the rubble made themselves known. She then felt a rapid heartbeat and body against the wall heading for the exit.

Spider-Man's heart was beating a mile a minute. He was walking on a razor's edge relying on his stealthy know how and enhanced vision to save him. In all honesty his time in a gun free world dulled this skill. He crept overhead of Beifong. For some reason the morally ambiguous police chief slammed the ground with her foot. She paused looked directly at him. His spider-sense flared.

"Prowler! Point those 'trump cards' to your right and fire on my mark!" Lin ordered.

Quon didn't question the odd command. Four metal pieces combined over his index fingers. They were platinum tipped dripping with an unknown concoction.

The wall crawler panicked and detached in a doomed attempt to maneuver away from Beifong. Before he could spin another web a cable grabbed him by his legs and threw him down to the ground,

"MARK!" Beifong yelled.

Prowler fired his fingertips into the black void

The chief's guidance was true as the two projectiles punctured Spider-Man's chest.

Spidey didn't know what hit him but they just felt like a couple of pin pricks that barley broke the skin. He only got one stepped before his leg went numb. He limped a bit further until the other leg failed. He fell to the floor unable to move another inch. The only opposable part of his body were his eyes. In the span of a few seconds, the illusive and notorious Spider-Man was sprawled on the ground fully conscious. Completely paralyzed. Captured.

"That was too close." Quon lamented.

"Too close for comfort…" Lin agreed and repelled to the lower level. "You have to tell me how you managed to stuff so much shirshu toxin into such a complex mechanism."

"Very carefully Ma'am." Prowler answered.

Airship propellers could be heard flapping overhead. Reinforcements have arrived on the scene. Police officers filed into the building, covering all avenues of escape and useful vantage points. A few of them even dropped through the ceiling, tunneling through rock and mortar like a wrecking crew. Carefully aimed spot lights shined down their entry points. The chief had them drill going through the building for weeks. They reviewed the blue prints of the building and trained to be the last line of defense against Spider-Man. This particular cell would act as the last contingency if Prowler or Beifong failed to apprehend the target. Their services wouldn't be necessary tonight. Some of the officer looked relieved while others were disappointed that hard work was wasted.

Lin stood over the dispatched vigilante. It worked. Operation Spider-Slayer was a success. She snapped out of her astonishment and back to the matter at hand. This wasn't over until he was tucked away in the most secure cell at her disposal.

"Is it really him?" The officer marveled.

Beifong didn't snap at the glaring lack of decorum. "That's right officer. The one and only. Cuff him and stare at him on your own time." She demanded in a calm manner. The weight of the situation was lifted from her shoulders.

"Yes ma'am!" The officer acknowledged. He grabbed some men to help him grab Spider-Man.

Prowler stayed silent throughout the exchange. He locked his gaze with Spider-Man motionless form.

"You did good work tonight captain. You and your team." She Praised. Her words where more of an obligation than anything. She knew Quon had his misgivings on the operation.

"Yeah, not a problem ma'am." He absently replied. His mind was miles away.

XXXxxx Outside Old City Hall xxxXXX

The cold air nipped at everyone that surrounded the building. Airships loitered overhead keeping a look out for any unwanted guests. They shined a few of their spot lights over a small motorcade for the guest of honor. Though that seemed unlikely at this point. Some police officers guarded the building's perimeter.

As per the operations instructions, a few ambulances were called in to tend to the wounded. They didn't have trouble getting to the forgotten part of the city. The road was pumper than the drivers would have liked but they couldn't complain.

The bitter windy night was almost over. Someone said that a blizzard was rolling in and would bathe the city in a fresh batch of powder.

The armored slayer cops, along with Lou and Hanzo, were getting a once over by the EMT's. Lou walked away with a bandaged up head and some bruises. He was luckier than Hanzo and the reckless officers. Lou grimaced at the thought of the wall crawler getting the drop on him.

"Cheer up big guy." The paramedic encouraged. She was almost finished dressing his wound. "You're a lot better off than those guys." She referred to the still unconscious police officers.

"I suppose." Lou shrugged.

"If you don't mind, how did they get so banged up? I mean they were wearing that weird armor and you walked away from a cave in with a scratch. I was thinking…"

Lou held his hand up and stopped her right there. "I don't know but I assume that information is on a need to know basis. As for how I'm looken better than those coppers, let's just say that some fancy equipment doesn't beat good ol' experience."

"I don't know Lou old buddy…" Hanzo cut in. "I wish I was wearing some armor back there." He held a bag over his head nursing his aching head. The ambulance had a waterbending healer on hand which set the swordsmen on the path to recovery quicker than projected. His wanted to fall out on the stretcher but the concussion forced him to stay awake or risk permanent brain injuries. "Or at least a freaking helmet. Quite your belly aching already, it could've been worse."

"Yeah Lou, cheer up. You didn't have to carry some fully armored 'professionals' down ten flights of stairs." Chicko blurted out. That remark earned him some dirty looks to the officers in ear shot of him. He didn't care in the slightest.

"Right! It was easier fighting the web head than lugging them around." Yumi agreed. She couldn't take the high rode like she usually does. "And don't get me started on the one strung up to that old office. I had to wait for Chi' shoot him down. Thank goodness for his rope."

"You got a little something…" The tired eyed swordsmen pointed to his hair.

Yumi reached and picked out another piece of webbing off her head. "Don't get me started on this crude."

"I'm just glad this hoopla is over." Lou said.

Hanzo started to stir and sit up right. An EMT tried to sit him back down but he shooed him away. "Ugh…Yeah, all in all we did pretty good out there tonight. The op could've gone south a couple times back there. By the way you guys owe us some food."

"Here we go…" Yumi said.

"Bull!" Chicko argued. "You terms where whoever tagged and bagged the spider first won. You must've hit your head harder than you thought! If anything we won. Spidey would've whipped the floor with you two if we didn't softened him up for you."

Yumi joined in. Honestly she didn't buy Chiko's hollow reasoning but right or wrong this was hers. "What he said."

"He stood his ground with you two yahoos and turned tail and ran from us. And you think you did better than us!?" Lou threw in his two cents. He gave Hanzo a prideful shove. "Am I right Han?"

Hanzo couldn't appreciate the gesture. "Still injured Lou."

"All because we softened him up for you you stinky swam…Hey!" Yumi elbowed him. "What gives?"

"Shut up all of you!" She whispered. "There bringing him out."

Four metal benders held Spider-Man in place with metal restraints wrapped around him. His head hung low. He was unable to support its weight. The officer suspended in the air for ease of transport. The restraints covered his feet, arms, and wrists for good measure. Chief Beifong and Captain Quon brought up the captured hero's rear and the other officers watched the other angles. If he moved they would pounce. They made it to the truck and secured the wall crawler.

When Quon felt comfortable enough he broke away from Spider-Man's escort and to his team. Beifong stuck around to issue specific instructions. He had his helmet in under his arm and looked like a character out of an epic tail when he approached.

"How you two holding up." He asked his injured two subordinates.

"Fine sir." Lou answered.

"Concussed, but in one piece cap." Hanzo said. "So what was it like taking down the big bad bug?" His relaxed mind allowed him to utter such words in the face on an officer.

"Wasn't much of a fight thanks to all of you. It was over the moment we engaged me. He pulled a fast on us and neutralized by visors when he shut off the lights. Glade Beifong stuck chose to stick around. That seismic sense of hers was real handy." He gave them a brief synopsis.

"If you ask me…" Chiko inserted himself in the conversation.

"No one did." Yumi passively stated.

He ignored her and continued. "I would've saved everyone a lot of trouble if you let me handle him. I could've followed that trail blindfolded it was so hot."

"Water under the bridge now Chiko." Quon asserted. "That hit you scored did more than enough damage."

"So you're saying that I was instrumental to the operations success then?" Chiko attempted to twist the captain's words.

"I wouldn't go that far but since where on the subject, can you explain what possessed start a wager during a highly sensitive operation?" Quon dropped the bombshell.

His squad went pale. They didn't know how but Captain Quon found out. Chicko had that deer in the headlights look on his tattooed face. His worse fears were realized. The rest of the team acted like shoplifters caught doing the deed.

Quon dipped his head and directed his ear towards the archer. "I'd like an explanation son."

Chiko's bravado left him as he tried to make a formal explanation. "I uh…Well I thought a small, harmless, bet would boost morale and unit cohesion Prowler, I MEAN CAPTAIN SIR!" He blurted out.

"You don't say?"

If this was any other time or place, Yumi would've enjoyed seeing Chiko squirm. She couldn't see him shoulder all of the blame and hopped the other two would follow her lead.

"Sir it's not all his fault. He started it but we all agreed to it."

Hanzo and Lou regarded each other for a second before they took their share of the blame. The archer was an annoying little glory hound but he was still a friend.

"She's right sir." Lou said.

"We both hopped on the wager cap." Lou admitted.

Quon had a black expression on his face. The squad knew from experience that he was a hard man to read. He could be your best friend or your worse enemy and you couldn't tell the difference. "I see. Well we are going to have a long serious talk about priorities on a later date. Get some rest and recover." He ordered.

"Yes sir!" The squad resonated.

Quon excused himself from his team just in time to see Spider-Man's ride drive off to the distance. He looked on as the reinforced truck rolled into the night. He saw Chief Beifong speaking into a radio. Probably trying to get traffic cleared from the truck's route.

"Dump kid should've surrendered." He muttered under his breath.

A double dose of shirishu toxin would have him paralyzed for a day and a half, give or take. His mind wonders as he stares at the crescent moon. He even entertained the thought of recruiting him in the United Forces after he does his time. The web head wouldn't be locked up for long. No court could justify a lengthy prison term to someone who targeted career criminals and aggressive political dissidents. The snow started to fall and stuck to the cold streets. The pure white flakes danced in the night sky.

"Beautiful night."

Beifong stayed in contact with the traffic cops tracking their progress in clearing any unwanted road blocks. She wanted Spider-Man back at headquarters as soon as humanly possible. He didn't leave her sight until he was secured in the prisoner transport. She wouldn't dare gloat or condem the vigilante. Seeds of doubts were strewed about her head. She had ordered Spider-Man's security detail to stay on point and treat him with every precaution. They were not to touch him or take anything off of him. She didn't want any of them taking personal effects as trophies. Her last and most explicate order was, under no circumstances, would any of them take off his mask. A media leak of his identity would be a media circus. She also didn't want any sour triad members or equalists trying to get back at him through his friends and family. If he had any that is. She was a harsh person but she wouldn't put innocent bystanders at risk. She called out to the patrolmen keeping the route clear for a third time. Beifong couldn't shack this bad feeling she had.

XXXxxx Police Truck: In Route to Police Headquarters xxxXXX

Every nerve Spider-Man had told his limbs to spring into action and whip the floor with the coppers watching over him. His body disobeyed him and calmly sat in his seat and wait for his cell. The only feedback he got was the low hum in his head along with a pin and needles feeling all over.

The officers in the back of the truck talked amongst themselves as Spider-Man struggled against the toxin coursing through his veins.

"I don't know about you guys but I still can't believe we got him." The officer divulged.

"Of course we did. A spectacular lie and some ringers will do that." The other officer made his distaste known.

"Hold up, what are you trying to say bub. You got a problem with the way the chief handles business? She got the job done that's all that matters." He spat. He never had a high opinion of Hideo. The guy liked to pull the conscientious objector card one too many times and he wasn't about to let it slide.

"You're as short sighted as ever Shinji. Did you ever think what this city will think once the truth hits the street?" Hideo shot back.

"You need a career change then. This gig ain't for some bleeding heart chump. Maybe protesting and picket signs is about your speed. You could post up next to that equalist loser at the park!" Shinji insulted. He wasn't about to take that garbage sitting down.

"Can it you Two!" The squad leader yelled. "You're acting like the operations over already. It's still live folks and it isn't over until web freak over there is in lock up. So pipe down and stay on point!" Shiguro attempted to break up the bickering officers.

The two went quit for a moment before Hideo started to laugh. "Looks like we got our self a hotshot here. You eyeing a promotion Shiguro? He got up from his seat and came up to Spider-Man. "Relax super cop. Look, I this cousin who got bit by a shirshu a few years back and she couldn't move a muscle for six hours. The thing barley nicked her and she looked like she died. Now according to the boss lady, the bug got hit with a massive dose of the stuff. He won't be doing those funky flips and stuff. Watch this." He directed. At first he just waived his hand in front of his face without protest. He went a step further and tapped his head a few times. "See, he won't be moving any time soon. So relax super cop."

"He's got a point there Shiguro, you're worried about nothing. Just let the married couple duke it out and wait for the drop off." The reserved Yoji concluded. He reclined in his seat trying to get comfortable in a stern seat. "Now if you want to get mad about anything it should be the no unmasking thing. It's like getting a birthday present you're not allowed to open. What freaking jip man."

Peter listened carefully to the officers words. It was the only thing he could do at this point. He learned what the Prowler stuck him with at least. The fight was leaving him now. His chances of escape was decreasing by the second. The window of opportunity was closing fast. He tried to listen in on the officers again only to find out that their voices started to drown out. Their voices where shut out, his would was silent. He thought this was a one of the effects of the toxin.

/*You poor pathetic little man. Look at you, constrained and beaten by lesser beings.*/ A voice resonated to his very core. It low and distorted sounding voice.

Peter's eyes where wide with shock. He looked for another an unknown party in the police truck to no avail. This might have been the toxin's doing. 'Did Prowler mix in some kind of hallucinogen in that toxin?'

/* Look at you, even now you question the obvious. Only your truth can be accepted is that it?*/ The voice sounded annoyed but composed. /*Humans are such arrogant creatures…*/

'Relax Parker, this is the toxin talking.' He tried to console himself with this imposable monologue. He couldn't shield himself from the shock completely. He was sweating bullets now. The voice along with his paralysis put him on edged.

Deafening laughter screeched across his mind. It found great amusement in Peter's attempt to rationalize the exchange. /* That's why I like you Peter, always trying to find reason in this this insane world. It's times like this that make me glad I chose you. You must have got that from your mother. Fine boy, hold on to your precious truths if that satisfies you.*/

Before Peter could question any of the voices head an unusual heat radiated through his body. It felt like he was running a one hundred and ten degree fever out of nowhere. His spider-sense went haywire. It fluctuated from low buzz to a raging earthquake. He never felt a worse feeling in his life. His symptoms were approaching maddening levels. He wanted to scram and double over from the intense pain but his paralysis wouldn't allow it. The only thing he could do was breath harder and perspire. A burning sensation came to his eyes. It was like a couple of fireballs where lodged into his eye sockets.

/*This has been a fun little chat human but now we must deal with the problem at hand. I don't like forcing my hand but your spectacular failure has left me no choice. Consider yourself fortunate boy. This proximity to my world allows me certain liberties not found in your plane. Your fate would be sealed if your where anywhere else. It allows me to motivate you and…well you'll see soon enough.*/ The voice told him. It calmly took responsibility for the vison during Peter's desperate moment with the spider-slayers.

Peter, even through the searing pain, picked up om that nugget of information. 'That was you!' For the first time tonight he validated the voice.

/* Yes human. This may come as a shock but I do have your best interest at heart. It would take me centuries to find another like you. Of all the cursed champions you are by far the most amusing. I won't sully that with your imprisonment. Don't say I never done anything for you…*/ With that the voice faded from existence.

The blinding pain followed suit and steadily subsided. The only pain that stuck around was the burning in his eyes. His spider-sense also stabilized in its active state.

Youji rose from his seat and strode towards Spider-Man. He got closer and reached for his mask.

"Youji you know what the chief said. She told us not to…"

"Calm down Shiguro, I know what she said and I'm not about to defy the boss lady O.K." He reached for Spider-Man's signature goggles. "I just want to get a sneak peek that's all."

He removed the googles and had a pair of crimson pupils staring straight to his soul.

"Aw wicked. Hey guys you gotta see…"

The very second Youji finished, Spider-Man jumped up and head butted the curious officer. His nose ran like a water house. The officers were stunned as the worse, and impossible, situation played out in front of them.

He leaped over his hand cuffs and charged the ill prepared security detail. They didn't know much about Spider-Man. The only thing they had to go on was the police reports and word of mouth. All of that evidence didn't support what they were seeing. They weren't entirely sure this ever was a man. It swung it's free fists at the officers with absolutely no restraint. One by one they fell like heaps of meat in a butcher shop. Shiguro was the only officer present who had the time to free his cables and try to mount a counter assault. His compatriots bought him the necessary time for such a feat. The thing wearing Spider-Man's flesh was busy bounding the policemen.

Shiguro didn't have time to think. He swung as hard as he could.

In a shocking display of raw strength, the former Spider-Man ripped out of his wrist mounted restraints and caught the fast moving steel cable. It mimicked a move the web head used earlier that night. He pulled in the hopelessly outmatched policemen in and grabbed him by his throat and started to squeeze.

The creature hoisted Shiguro off his feet. His armor's weight didn't deter his progress in the slightest. Its teeth where clinched and growls where audible. The savage humanoid monster and its hellish red eyes would be the last thing he saw in this world.

The truck screeched to a halt. The icy roads almost caused the driver to flip the paddy wagon over. The driver reacted to the violent fight in the back. It was one loud commission and then silence to the driver. The creature worked quickly.

The worst part of the very short and vicious show of force was the fact that Peter had a front row seat to the whole thing. His body moved on his own accord. It ripped the restraints like tissue paper. The metalbender he held felt like paper weight while his neck was soft like a straw. The cop wouldn't survive his vice grip. It was at this point that Peter tried to take the rains from his hijacker. His will faced the ultimate test. If he failed, no matter the circumstances, the officer's blood would be on his hands.

The driver made sure to call for back up before he exited the cab. It was up to him to regain control of the situation. He released the safeties on his steel cables and approached the trucks rear. With a single fluid motion he turned and faced the opened cab. The only sight that awaited him was unconscious officers thrown around the cab. One of the officers was curled up gasping for air and grasping his throat. The only sign of Spider-Man was the remains of his restraints in the snow covered ground. He didn't waste any time and rushed back to the trucks radio. He reported the down officers in the devastating news. The Spider-Man has escaped.

XXXxxx Peter's Apartment xxxXXX

Peter practically fell through the window. His fatigue and injuries finally caught up with him. To make things worse, he still had some of the toxin in him. It took everything he had to make the trip back to his haven.

He laid on the ground and pulled his damaged mask off. His eyes still burned after all of that action. Peter crawled and eventually returned to his feet. He leaned on any surface in his reach or risk falling down again. The trip to the sink was a costly chore. Strewn about furniture and knickknack found their way to the floor as he stumbled.

He made it to the bathroom and frantically reached for the light switch. After several tries he struck gold and the closet sized room was illuminated. Peter turned the knob and freed the ice cold water. He pulled his ruined gloves away and let the water fall in his hands. Dirt and dried blood went down the drain. He then nursed his irritated eyes and splashed the water over his face. It felt good against his face. The act didn't do much for his ocular nerves however.

He stared into the stained sink reliving the night's events. Shame and dread was written all over his face. How could he fall for Beifong's scheme so completely? How would he bounce back from such an oversight? What was that thing and how did it take control? These questions kept repeating themselves.

The notion of being someone or something's marionette made him nauseous. His heart rate picked up. He didn't know where to begin with the voice. How could he fight something so consuming?

He finally turned to the mirror and his heart skipped a beat. His visage was swarming with small cuts and bruises littered on his face went unnoticed. The thing that shocked him the most was the alien red eyes staring back at him.

That revelation was the straw that broke the camel's back. His psyche hit a wall and didn't get back up. The world spun and his legs went limp. The last sensation he felt was the hard wood floor pressing against his cheek. He blacked out from the collective physical and mental shock.

A fresh batch of hardships awaited him.

A/N: And it's done. It took for forever but better late than never am I right? Still I'm a little ashamed it took me so long to get this out there. I don't really have any excuse for myself. My life was just a freaking world wind as of late. With this chapter Peter finally came face to face, kind of, with the spider-god. I dropped a few close in their conversation so pay attention to that one. I wanted to push Spider-Man's limits with this arc to spark his urge for growth and understanding. He did thing he would've never done if he wasn't pressed as hard as he was. I guess that another thing I was trying illustrate in the chapter. How bad cane a situation get before you compromise on your morals? Eh maybe I just wanted to make a kickass story what do I know.

O.K so that beautiful asus laptop you saw on my deviant art profile died on me and I was forced to use my old surface and type cover to type this out. It's touch keyboard is alright but it does take some getting used to. Just one of those pitfalls that delayed the update.

I'll close out by saying this. I'm not dragging my feet on these updates. I kick myself every time a delay comes up, whether it be life or plain old writers block (That one really gums up the works) because you guys are stuck waiting. I work on it when I'm able and take breaks when needed. I was working two jobs at one point and still found time with the rough draft and outline. (Not doing that now thank god) I'd like to thank each and every one of you for your patience and your readership. Any who, until next time guys and girls. TAKE CARE AND HAPPY 4TH (5th in my case but whatever)

gamelover41592: I don't think she did at all. She's just trying to do what nessisary to take a dangerous element off the streets (Spider-Man) She doesn't have the man power to comb the city for him so they had to make him come to him. With Tarrlock baring her from actively investigating the equalist her hands were tied. I feel that her motives were good at heart but the ethics are up in the air. She gambled and lost and will be a big focus in the next couple of chapters.

nightmaster000: Yeah….she regrets something.

FireDragonSpider-Mane6: The arrow hit wasn't something I just pulled out of the hat. The game this is based on showed that he wasn't able to dodge gun fire like the other spiders. The developers didn't give an explanation to this so I had to fill in the blanks. The conclusion I drew up was that Noir's spider-sense wasn't as advanced or developed as the others and thus Chiko got a shot off on him. Now I remember that fight with Morlun vividly. In fact I used it as an example for Noir's savage episodes. The Other has got to be one of my favorite Spider-Man story. Oh and sorry for dashing your hopes there.

Coldblue: Oh boy so much to catch up on. Going to have to break out the bullet points for this one.

-Thanks for the kind words for the fight scenes. I put a lot of work in them. It takes me a few days for a single fight until I'm satisfied with it.

-I'm actively avoiding the 'must get stronger' trope with this one. I've seen a lot of stories go for it and while it's not a bad plot device. I am sick to death of it.

-You guys really like the idea of a chi-blocking Spider-Man. To answer your question. Maybe? I don't really see the style fitting on him but it's not impossible. I play around with the idea a bit and if I like what I see I'll give it a shot.

-Absolutely not. Inventions are welcomed but gimmicks are not. It's not a shot against you man but that ideas giving me flashback of ultimate spider-man and good things don't come to mind when I think about that tripe. I'm sorry it's just too painful for me.

-I don't really have a clear picture on the relationship angle of the story. It could be serious it could be harmless fun, honestly I got bigger themes on the brain when I'm writing the story and the parring stuff is there but it's firmly in the back seat of things. And no I have no intention of entertaining the korrasami junk in this story. It was just so ham-fisted and out of left field and It really soured my taste for the final book among other things. I don't like how bryke ended things on the thing everyone was complaining about in the beginning with needless relationship issues. I feel that book three came out as the best because they didn't pull focus from the narrative with a needless love story.

-You kind of answered your own question there but yeah that will come up in the future.

I think I'll stop right there. You should consider making an account and PM me. My doors always opened and I can replay a lot quicker that way.

PS: Yeah I know I said this would be out earlier but those where 'projected' dates and not definite ones. Honestly it was a rough week at work and I had to get some sleep. Sorry if I missed anything you wanted addressed.

Guest(We HAVE BEEN OVER THIS!): The cops don't have that much information to come to that conclusion. Their reaction was me trying to bring a little realism to this fantasy world. I really had the Bernhard Goetz case in mind with the police justification trying to arrest spider-man. Honestly I don't blame theme for trying. What if Spider-Man goes nuts one day and starts putting people in the morgue. I'd rather get him off the streets and then deciding if he's a threat of an asset. The whole things really up to the individual since it's a very open to interpretation.

ThatGuy brother of OtherGuy: I'm digging that Handcock angle dude but I cast my die a while ago and it's too late to turn back now.

Jason123456: Let's just say that I know how the way of the spider was invented (It was mention in the game this story steamed from) and that I'm working on it. Heck it might even show up in the next chapter.

Dante C. Emerys: Yeah man this new touch key board isn't helping with my quality control. I really need to make editing a priority to be honest. I really got lazy with subsequent chapters and the thought of working with a beta reader doesn't sit well with me. As for the rogues gallery man, COME ON MAN! Nobody's tuning in for freaking stiltman! This story going to be seeing some heavy hitters rolling up in part two (When I get there that is.) This man talken about stiltman walking is silver looken ass in my story you must be crazy. JK XD!

White Lantern Oath 009: That was not the crawler assault he used. I never played MVC3. It was a move from the game actually. It was the last move you could learn on the skill tree and all of the different spider-men did it in their own way. In Noir's case he simply throws a bunch of haymakers as fast as fast and hard as he can. (A testament to his lack of combat training in my estimation.) But I don't see why I can't branch out from the game and take a few pointers from other places.

Hmm. That's a good idea with the spider-god being a spirit in Wan's day. You're not too fare from the revelation I had in store for him. (Don't worry it's not enough to be a spoiler.) I can't put a vote to the last villain because I already decided on which one I was going to use and a vote would undermine all of my plans for the story. The LMD idea a little bit out there and I'd rather have the genuine articles running around than a bunch of robots. I like the pop culture idea but I had to reject a lot of it since Noir from the thirties and all. Now that's way easier with Amazing Spider-Man and I can't wait till he gets into the mix. And I end it by saying that yes, Varrick will take some liberties with Spider-Man's image and it will be oh so hilarious.

warringtriad21: I won't manse my words here. I have no desire to use any acronyms for the story. It would be a little difficult and confusing with the whole everyone speaks English but reads and writes in Chinese thing. I know the whole things a little weird. I don't think Ultron would be a good fit for the world. And the Spider-God is more of a personal threat to Peter then a threat to everyone else. But hey anything can happen in the future and I'm not taking that idea completely off the table. I just didn't give it a lot of thought.

dibsonyourgear: Hearing that a reader gets that excited from my humble story hits me in that special place too.

You caught that, impressive. Know let me ask you a vague and question. Didn't Noir have a bunch of wind themed attack in the game? I mean I remember reading his combo list and seeing that he can attack like the wind. Now why do you suppose he has an arsonaal of air based attacks? I mean there's even on called spider gust that throws bad guys in the air with air. Now I'm guessing the guys at Beenox just thought it looked cool and made Noir unique amongst the other spiders. Maybe he has all those wind based attacks for a different reason in this story. Just maybe…Alright that's my weekly dose of exposition right there.

Dude: O.K dude, I'll admit I'm not the best writer out there. Not an English major bud. But hey as long as you're reading I'll be just fine. Thanks for reading my "O.K" story friend.

KingOfJestersAndJesterToKings: Yeah well that's just like your opinion man. I mean meat can be form of meeting to someone else you know. O.K I can't defend that one. My hands move fast and I miss small stuff like that. Honestly I just need to make editing a priority. I'm kind of a lazy guy when it comes to stuff like that. All and all I'm glad you like it and it was nice to meat you.

JetravenEx: I picked Noir specifically for that reason. I originally wanted to make it with Ultimate Spider-Man (That guy got me into comics) but Noir just had a much better fit with the setting the Ultimate did. I always liked Amon. Everything from his motivation to his methods just really got me to love the guy. Peter's almost recruitment reflected my feeling to the movement. Why shouldn't normal people have representation in a world where someone can have an element at their command? No matter how you slice it benders have an unfair advantage against a base line human and that would leave a deep seeded resentment with all of those people. There would be some form of civil unrest with bender and nonbenders one way or another and I think Amon saw this. It's real easy to drift off into a tangent when it comes to Amon so I'll end it right there. Now Peter won't be spying for anyone but he just might get approached for a new opportunity for the revolution. Trust me pairings will not upstage the plot. I've seen some good stories go south in the name of the guy getting the girl.

Ani89: I don't really have choice when it comes to life. It shows up when it wants to and it won't leave until it's satisfied. Oh and believe me I know a thing or two about waiting for writhers to update. I had a story that I forgot about, it was that long ago, update his story this week. It took him/her three years to update and that was one of two stories in my watch list this year. I think that why I started writing in the first place. I was just tired of waiting for them.

Lord Jaraxxus: I have a completely different outlook when it comes to the Arminian Genocide. But to be fair I wasn't trying to be political or make a statement. When I was writing that in the story I just researched known genocides from Peter's time frame. Nothing more nothing less. I didn't mean to offend anyone but I'm not going to omit anything just because someone disagrees with it. I hope you understand.

The Lutece twins will serve an important role in the story. I played bioshock infinite before I started this story and I felt that would be a great addition to the story. Now I couldn't think if a viable marvel character to replace them. Characters like the Beyonder, or the Living Tribunal where just too big for my taste. Any way thanks for reading and thanks again for the objective criticism.

amalmathewm98: I don't plan on leaving this story dude. If I was to leave, which isn't likely, I would let everybody know right off the bat and try to get someone to continue the story. I wouldn't leave any of you in the dark and just drop this thing. I'm open to PM whenever so if you have any question or want to tell me to get back to the story already feel free. I'm kind of a lazy ass at times and could use the spur every now and then.

Guest(I don't even…) PeterXBoth= Mac Daddy Boss LOL!

JumpingToaster: I was trying to be a little vague with the dream sequences. Peter doesn't know what's going on either and I tried to convey that feeling to the reader. Now that might be to my detriment but hey it's fanfiction and it's a good place to experiment with ideas and stuff.

PS: Cinimasins voice: Jumpingtoaster has a radically advanced mobile suit profile pic but names himself after a common household appliance *Ding!* But he says nice things about stark jegan so we'll let that one slide. *Reverse Ding!*