Part Three

"Spider-Man!" The pilot called from his NYPD helicopter as he circled the vigilante on the rooftop. The moonlight shone on him focusing all of the night's fury to this one small spot. "You are under arrests. Put your hands down and lie on the floor!"

Peter grimaced. The chopper was looming just beyond the ledge its weapons ready to fire. Run. That's what his mind told him to do, it screamed to him. But there was a deeper more primal instinct forcing its way into his head, establishing control. Fight.

Peter rushed forward and leapt off the ledge. The helicopter tried to turn away but it was too late. He smashed against the glass and punched straight through.

"Crap! This is Chopper Unit thirteen, I need back-up!" The pilot screamed, "I need back-up!"

"You're not kidding, buddy!" Peter roared. His spider-sense wailed warning him that one of the officers in the rear of the chopper was taking aim.

Peter twisted his torso around just in time to avoid the bullet as it zipped by. He immediately smashed his fist through the exterior and smashed the engine. "Have a nice flight!" He pushed off the chopper and landed back on the roof.

The helicopter began to lose elevation. It came down wildly and would have crashed into the street except for the fact that Peter latched on a web-line and attached it to the building. There would be more than enough time to evacuate the area of people and save the pilots before the webbing dissolved.

"Halt!" Another voice called from the rear.

Peter spun around to find two helicopters bearing down on him. "Great." He clenched his fist and fired a web-line, "Sorry, we'll have to finish this some other time."

He swung along the web-line through the city streets with two choppers on his tail.

The lead helicopter opened fire with its forward machine guns. Peter fired another web-line to avoid the hail of bullets. One of the projectiles passed through his leg causing him an instant of pain before the suit tended to the injury.

"We have the target. He's headed downtown." The pilot stated over the intercom. He grabbed the joystick and pushed it down, accelerating on the target.

Peter fired another web-line pulling around the corner. The chopper followed. "I think its time I evened out the odds." He clenched his fist and fired a wide spray of webbing between each end of the street.

He landed on a ledge and hid to watch the results of his action. The first chopper came by just as he predicted and noticed the giant spider-web too late. It crashed into the webbing and got stuck like nothing more than a common fly.

The second chopper pulled up just in time. Peter clenched his teeth and pushed off the building with all of his might. He landed on the back of the chopper, mere inches away from the rotating blades.

"Chew on this." He fired a burst of webbing that flew straight into the blades. The result was immediate as the rotation was halted due to his thick webbing. The chopper began to go down.

Peter fired two web-lines in separate directions and attached the ends to the helicopter. The chopper came to a stop just five feet from the floor. "You're just lucky that I'm a nice guy." He fired a web-line and with a slight sense of glee swung away from the scene.

One of the Osborn's many cars drove up to the Watson home that was now sealed away from the public via tape.

The chauffer looked back to the young teens in the back of the car and frowned. "Sir, there might be a problem."

"Oh my God, what happened?" MJ asked in shock.

A police officer approached and told the driver to pull the window down. "You're going to have to go back. We're closing this entire street." He said.

"This is my home!" MJ yelled out frantically. "Are my parents okay?"

The cop grimaced and stared at her for a moment, "You're Mary Jane Watson?"

"Yes."

"Please get out of the car." He said.

Harry accompanied MJ out of the automobile for support. "What happened? I was here just a little while ago." She stammered looking at the wide hole in the wall.

The cop tilted his hat, "Well, it looks like Spider-Man hit your home and hit it hard. The target of the assault was your father. He was beaten up pretty bad but he's alive."

"Did anybody catch him?" Harry asked.

"A chopper found him in the city. Spider-Man disabled the craft and two other units that moved in for support." The cop had heard the broadcasts over the channel, "No deaths."

MJ took a deep breath, "Why did he do this? Why?"

The cop shrugged, "We don't know yet. Usually a strike like this is motivated by revenge and not planned in advanced, but from our records your dad had a relatively clean record."

"Revenge?" MJ repeated dumbfounded.

"Yeah." The officer replied, "He probably had a reason for wanting to hurt your dad. He must have done something that really blew Spider-Man's top off because this was one of the worst assaults I've seen for months. Let me introduce to captain Stacy, he's in charge here."

Peter landed on a rooftop and began to move past its many nooks and crannies. A gentle warm mist poured out from the vents shrouding him in a mysterious cloud.

"Who do the police think they are?" He demanded angrily, "I can't be stopped, nobody can stop me. I did MJ a favor by beating her dad to a pulp." He looked across the roof like a madman. "I was justified."

That all too reliable tingling sensation near the back of his skull informed him to duck and without a moment's doubt he did so. An arrow came down at him and slammed against the floor of the roof powerfully.

Peter spun around to see the source when a man appeared from the shadows suddenly. The man was dressed in what appeared to be the remains of a lion. A mane was adorned on his shoulders and wrapped around his neck. The head formed a jacket and the rest were used to make a flamboyant form of pants.

"Oh my god, it's the crocodile hunter, can I have an autograph?" Peter yelled out mockingly. "Interesting choice of clothing, from the Village?"

The man took several steps towards Peter. Slung over his shoulders were one assault rifle and a shotgun, strapped to his left was a hunting knife and in his hands he held a crossbow with three arrows remaining. "I am Kraven the Hunter."

Peter scratched his head, "And I had you figured for the Easter Bunny."

"I find your humor most insulting." Kraven remarked, "You murdered my brother and I seek revenge."

"I doubt that." Peter replied. "I'm the good guy here."

Kraven smiled, "Yes, I saw during that spectacular display with the helicopters, how many peoples were risked again?"

Peter opened his mouth to respond but was stopped dead in his tracks. He's right. What the hell I was thinking, I could have outrun them. People could have died, what's wrong with me.

"Exactly." Kraven replied. "Now you die, Spider-Man." He aimed the crossbow directly for Peter's heart and fired.