Part Three

            Montana stared out the window of the passenger seat inside the truck carrying creates full of illegal weapons. He grimaced at the sight of a red and blue figure following them intently. "We've got company." He stated.

            Fancy Dan loaded his pistol while Ox kept his massive hands securely on the wheel, "DareDevil?" He asked.

            "No." Montana replied sourly, "Spider-Man's decided to crash the party." There were sighs and groans from all three Enforcers. "What's this clown think he's doing, doesn't he know this is Kingpin's shipment."

            "Get rid of him." Ox said coldly.

            Fancy Dan leaned over and peered out the window, "Idiot, are we still going to have time to pick up McDonalds?"

            Ox smiled, "Depends on how long it takes you to smear his face on the street."

            "Oh? Then this'll take only a minute." Fancy Dan took aim and fired.

            Spider-Sense is ringing, which probably means it's a good time for some evasive action. Peter contorted his body to reduce his profile. He could sense the bullet zip by. "What kind of a greeting is that?" He fired a web-line that connected with the top of the truck. "I better teach them some manners."

            "Crap." Fancy Dan said behind clenched teeth, "He's up on the roof; that is one fast bug."

            Montana grabbed his lasso from the back passenger seat and opened the door despite the fact that the car was still in motion. "Hey, Ox, try and make it an easy ride, you drive like a prostitute, up-and-down-up-and-down."

            "Your mother!" Ox replied with a grin.

            Peter crawled along the roof of the truck. He bumped his head on the vehicle a few times, "Who the hell is driving this thing?"

            Montana ascended from the driving compartment and move onto the cargo hull. "Hey, kid, we don't get time for this so hop off the truck and go home." He began to twirl his lasso.

            "Or what?" Peter asked sarcastically rising to his feet, "You'll hog-tie me?" He said faking a southern accent.

            "You had your chance, buddy." Montana spotted a lamp-post coming up and flicked his lasso towards it. The lasso shredded right through the steel post as if it were tissue paper. "Now you've got to pay." He declared getting his lasso into a loop again by twirling it rapidly.

            Peter raised an eye and looked at the passing post, sliced cleanly in half. "Are you sure we can't just make up over a nice cup of Joe?" Montana approached. Peter backed off an inch keeping his eyes on the lasso.

            Montana attacked. Peter dodged the initial strike with a backwards flip. He had to adjust his movements to account for the fact that the truck was moving. He had to be careful on all levels. Montana didn't allow his initial failure to deter him and lashed out.

            Peter ducked quickly avoiding the razor-sharp lasso and then jumped forwards to avoid the lasso as it swept across the roof of the truck shredding the ceiling slightly. He was closer now, but still far out of melee range.

            "I have to hand it to you." Montana yelled out over the roar of traffic and the wind, "You're pretty quick on your feet."

            "Well I do eat Wheaties in the morning." Peter responded lightly. Wasting no time, Montana advanced.

            Fancy Dan rubbed his eyes in disbelief, "Holy sh-!"

            "No cursing in the car!" Ox roared furiously, "I've told you a million times about that, don't curse in here!"

            "Sorry, sorry, sorry." Fancy Dan rolled his eyes, "You're like an old woman."

            Ox sighed, "How's Montana doing out there?"

            Fancy Dan suddenly regained his excitement and stared at the upturned rear-view mirror. "It's like the Matrix up there!"

            "Really?" Ox took his eyes off the road for a slip second to look at his mirror. His jaw immediately dropped, "Holy sh-!"

            "Look out!"

            The truck suddenly veered to the left. Both Peter and Montana stumbled towards the edge of the roof. Due to his agility and reflexes, Peter managed to keep his footing despite the initial awkwardness. Montana was nowhere near so lucky and began to fall.

            Peter stretched out his arm and grabbed Montana's arm, "Hold on." He barked and pulled the Enforcer back on the truck.

            Montana stared suspiciously at Peter and then glanced towards the driving compartment, "What the hell is Ox doing?" Then without warning he was thrown from the roof of the car as a red blur hit him with a drop-kick on him and landed on the roof loudly. Luckily, Montana crashed into some bushes and wasn't severely hurt.

            "Who the-." Peter stared at the man decked out in a crimson outfit staring him down. "Who are you supposed to be? Let me guess, a reject from the GAP?"

            This newcomer stared at him coldly, "I'm called the DareDevil and you're Spider-Man. I didn't know you'd been reduced to working as a goon for the Kingpin."

            "Huh?"

            DareDevil fired the cable from his club, the front-piece hurtled towards Spider-Man like a harpoon.

            With only nanoseconds to react, Peter put his entire body into a flip, the cable zipped centimeters from his body managing to land more gracefully than even the best Olympic athletes alive.

            DareDevil seemed surprised at his escape but wasted no time. Retracting the club within moments he fired the forward section again landing a direct blow on Peter's skull.

            "Ah!" Peter crashed back down on the roof, his head was splitting. He'd taken harder hits, but not much harder. He slowly rose back up, fully aware that DareDevil was a few feet in front of him recalling the forward-grappling piece of his club.

            Something was wrong; he felt as if his muscles were turning to mud; he could barely manage the strength to gasp. "What did you do to me?"

            "The metal tip on my club is solid Adamantium." DareDevil squinted at him, he could hear his heart-beat; he could smell him. He was a kid, no older than eighteen, for a moment he felt guilty. "You have a concussion at the very least; I'm surprised it didn't snap your neck. Give the Kingpin my regards."

            DareDevil kicked Spider-Man off the roof of the truck with impressive force. Peter flew off the truck and smashed into the windshield of a car directly behind them. He clenched his teeth at the impact and rolled off the car and fell into an alley just a few feet off to the side.

            Peter's hands were shaking, he could barely move. DareDevil had been right it had been a concussion. He crawled alongside the alley and hid between two trashcans. Luckily, nobody had seen him land in the alley; he was safe for the moment. He pulled his mask off and rubbed his face.

            Blood was pouring from his nose. He closed his eyes and groaned, his body felt as if it were on fire, "I need a minute, just a minute." He murmured slowly drifting away.

            Ox raised an eye slowly, "What's going on back there?" He screamed, "Was that  DareDevil? Where's Montana?"

            Fancy Dan grimaced, "Hold on a sec will ya?" He looked in the rearview mirror, "I can't see anyone up there."

            "Where'd they go?" Ox asked. Almost as in response to his question, DareDevil appeared landing in front of the windshield on the engine.

            "Hi guys? You didn't forget about me did you?" He smiled and aimed his club at them, "Stop the truck."