Part Six

            Maybe this wasn't my best idea, yet. The Kingpin retreated behind his force of soldiers. He smiled and waved goodbye to Peter and Matt. One of the goons loaded his Kalashnikov assault rifle. Nope this is definitely not my best idea.

            DareDevil slowly rose to his feet still shaking off the effects of Peter's blow. He spotted his attacker and grimaced, "I thought you learned your lesson by now." Matt readied his club.

            Peter pointed in the direction of the Kingpin's attack squad, "I did but I think they have something to teach us."

            "What?" Matt turned towards the approaching soldiers, "This is just great. You're not with Kingpin?"

            "Yep."

            "We're in trouble."

            "Yep."

            "So what else is new?"

            Peter smiled; this guy had obviously been on the wrong side of a shotgun before at least they had that in common. The thugs opened fire.

            Spider-Man and DareDevil broke off in opposite directions, just barely avoiding the bullet fire. Peter landed behind a banister. He could see DareDevil holding up behind some crates. They'd offer only temporary protection. He had to draw the gunfire away from him or he'd be toast.

            Peter fired a web-line that connected with a corner of the warehouse. He tugged on it and it took him in mid-air. He swung straight toward their attackers. By a headcount Peter guessed there were a little more than a dozen heavily-armed guys. This'd be tough.

            He clipped two of them with his heel as he swung over them and landed on an opposite banister. Immediately, the gunfire focused on him. Peter ran vertically up the wall just inches in front of the impacting projectiles.

            DareDevil wasted no time; he emerged from his position and launched his cable. The adamantium tip slammed into one enforcer's hand shattering every bone in it, forcing him to drop his weapon. He rolled across the ground and hid behind another banister just in time to escape a spread of shotgun shells.

            Peter was in no less danger. One fired a burst of fire from his machine gun directly ahead of the web-slinger. Peter halted suddenly only to have another shot from an rifle graze his skull. He lost his balance and came crashing down onto some crates. He moaned and rubbed his back. The sound of a gun-cocking followed the blaring of his spider-sense. Not enough time, he had landed too awkwardly.

            DareDevil intervened, swinging in on the cable from his club. He landed and performed a roundhouse kick on Peter's would-be assassin. Then he hit another in the nose with his elbow before somebody slammed the butt of their rifle into his face. DareDevil stumbled, the blow had disorientated him, his radar-sense was on the fritz, he'd need a moment.

            Peter gave him that moment. Within seconds he was back on his feet, a slight tear in his mask and a trickle of blood were his only injury. He fired a spray of webbing catching two in piles of the thick filament.

            A somersault brought him close enough to one gunner to disarm him with a simple knee to the gut before snapping the weapon with his bare hands.

            He could hear sounds of fighting from his rear. This was a new experience, fighting alongside somebody like him. DareDevil wasn't as agile or fast but the guy was resourceful, he gave him that. He'd gone up against so many costumed sociopaths since he started this gig that he'd forgotten that he wasn't the sole person with gifts that had a conscience. It was exhilarating.

            The Kingpin entered his limo with a wide smile on his face. The three Enforcers were inside waiting quietly. "Is he dead?" Ox asked slowly.

            "I'd say by now, the answer is a definite yes, and you'll be pleased to know Spider-Man will be joining him." The Kingpin laughed, "I think I'll have a latte to celebrate."

            "Run!" The thugs fled in a panic, weaponless, leaving Spider-Man and DareDevil merely standing in the warehouse victorious.

            DareDevil wiped the blood away from his nose, "Now that their over with, what the hell were you thinking coming in here and attacking me."

            Peter raised an eye, "You're angry at me? I just saved your butt, I'd be grateful considering you knocked me out yesterday."

            "Calm down, kid."

            "Kid?" Peter angrily repeated, "I could hand you your ass old man! Maybe I should have let those goons take care of you."

            DareDevil sighed, "Listen, arguing is going to get us nowhere, what's your business with the Kingpin?"

            "I didn't intend on seeing him, I just hear from some contacts that you were going to be here." Peter answered.

            "You've got contacts?"

            Peter nodded strongly, "Just because I have a habit of fighting Goblins and Lizards doesn't mean I don't get down and dirty every once in awhile."

            "Point taken, anyway, thanks for the help, but I'll handle Fisk from here." Matt said.

            "Fisk, that's his name?" Peter inquired.

            Matt nodded, "Wilson Fisk."

            "His kid went to my high school until Flint Marko trashed the place."

            "I heard about that, good work there." Matt walked towards the exit, "Goodbye."

            Peter grimaced, "Hold on a sec, I've slept in an alley on trash, had to run from Manhattan back to Queens and just pulled you out of the fire a second ago. I figure I'd like to see some conclusion to this."

            Matt smiled, "It's not your business, kid."

            "Oh?" Peter asked sarcastically, "Why don't I call all those guns back here and tell them to go for another round except this time you do it alone? I think you could use some back-up and besides I really want to get somebody back, I'm grounded for a month here. So what's next on the agenda, horns?"

            The Kingpin grimaced, "They survived?" He asked staring coldly at one of the soldiers in his attack squad, "How did they survive?"

            "They were too fast, Kingpin." He gulped, "We couldn't keep up with them, we tried; we really did."

            Kingpin looked at the Enforcers situated in a corner of the room, "Do you know what kind of a position you've put me in?" The Enforcers surrounded the poor wretch, "Kill him." The Kingpin ordered with a sadistic glee.

             Ben Parker stared out the window angrily, "If he doesn't march his butt in here in the next five minutes I am going to personally burn that damn costume of his." He sighed wearily, "He's out partying; I know it."

            "That's Fisk Towers." DareDevil said standing on the edge of neighboring building with Spider-Man. "The fortress of the Kingpin. He lives in the penthouse at the very top."

            Peter nodded, "So, I'll swing us up and we'll surprise them."

            "No, he's reinforced all the windows with some form of metal, not even a missile could penetrate the upper levels. We'll need to go in through the lobby and then move in through the elevator shafts. The top level is only accessible through a special stairwell shielded by a blast door. To get past that door we'll need to access the computers and retrieve a key code but the computers are heavily encoded themselves. There should be a computer hooked up the network in the lobby so finding one won't be hard."

            "Leave the computer to me." Peter said confidently. DareDevil looked at him oddly, "Hey, don't let the costume and amazingly good looks fool you, I'm a bit of a computer geek. So when do we go in?"

            "Tonight."