Spider-Man jolted back and clung himself onto a wall not to far behind him. He took a look around to see a very messy hangar and it was no doubt the whole structure was like this. Spider-Man's focus shifted to the thing that pulled him down here. He recognized him almost instantly.

"Steel. Hard. Big. Scary," Spider-Man's sarcastic side came out quickly. "I dub thee Colossus, n'est-ce pas?"

The large metal man crossed his arms as the on his body began to morph into normal human skin. "More often than not," replied a thick Russian accent. As soon as all of the steel was gone, he uncrossed his arms and put them on his hips. "You are the Spider-Man? The man who stops criminals in this city?"

"I see my reputation precedes," replied Spider-Man fiercely. He was clearly ready for a fight and prepared to jump off that wall as soon as possible. "Magneto is still getting his muscle to do his dirty work, nay?" Colossus tilted his head. "Well I'm not really in the mood to fight someone of your...caliber. So you can run home and tell little Magsie that I'm with the X-Men, and I have no-"

"I did not come on Magneto's behalf," interrupted the huge Russian stopping Spider-Man dead in his tracks. "And I have no intention of fighting you."

There was a silence. A very strange silence. Spider-Man waited for the Russian to continue with his explanation. He didn't. "Oooookay then," Spidey said breaking the strange silence. "Now that we got that squared away...ignoring that you pulled me down here rather violently... can I go now? I got stuff to do, you know."

"Da, Da," the Russian stopped the young hero. "So I hear. I've come to..." Another strange silence. Spider-Man was ready to split, but Colossus finally continued. "I've come to ask you're assistance."

And yet another silence. "Right then!" Spider-Man couldn't even describe his how uncomfortable he feels. "So...why would I help a hired terrorist like yourself? Exactly?"

"I am no terrorist!" Colossus was quick on the defense. "And I am surely not paid." This guy is very fond of silences. "I have no choice. I do not share any of Magneto's views or philosophies. I believe what he is and was he does is disgusting"

Spider-Man decided to make himself more comfortable...by hanging upside down by a web line. "Oh I see!" he exclaimed. "Now it makes perfect sense why you joined him!"

Sarcasm seems to always have it's place. "As I said," began Colossus again. "I have no choice! Magneto...he threatened my family." The tall Russian looked down in sorrow. Spider-Man finally began to feel compassion for him. "He is holding them now. And one of them is here in the States." And the truth rolled out like there's no tomorrow. Spider-Man decided it was time for him to get serious and he signaled for him to continue. "I used to be a part of an illegal Russian organization."

"The Russian Mafia?" the spider asked

"As you call them, da." The normally-skinned Colossus nodded. "And as it seems, Magneto made a deal with my former employers." Spider-Man signaled for more information. "Weapons," the Russian spat out as if disgusted. "Hundreds of thousands. Knives, pistols, rifles, rockets, anything, and the deal was that he receives my employ, however it was more like slavery."

"Slavery sounds like Magneto," agreed the spider, still in his signature upside-down position. "But making deals with humans doesn't. Why not just kill them like he would normally do?"

"Insurance."

"I guess even people like Magneto pays taxes, eh?"

"Niet. Nothing like that," replied Colossus, who desperately tried to fight off a laugh. "He knew that I would not follow him willingly, and he knew I would be able to leave whenever I wanted. But he also knew I care deeply for my family."

"I think I see where this is going," Spider-Man said very softly.

"My mother and father are currently being held by my former employers back in Mother Russia. My brother escaped. Buy my sister did not."

"Is you're brother safe?" asked Spider-Man suddenly.

"I do not know where he is," admitted Colossus.

"You said one of them is in the states?"

"Da. Younger sister. Illyana. She is not even 13 years old."

Holding a 13 year old hostage for the employ of a mutant? Magneto is taking this too far. Much farther than it ever had to be. "Where in the States is she?"

"I am positive it is in this city."

"And I'm going to take a wild guess is that you want me to help you find her?" Spider-Man asked as he jumped off his web line and landed on his feet.

"You see," began the Russian. "Magneto will know if I try to look for her myself, and could end up hurting her. Perhaps killing her."

"Sounds like Magneto," remarked Spidey. "Do you have any idea where she is?"

"No," Colossus unfortunately responded.

"Didn't think so," said Spider-Man. "I should get started as soon as possible."

Colossus didn't respond right away. In fact, he put on a face of surprise, and then he let out a little laugh. "I'm surprised." Spider-Man tilted his head. "You're very trusting so quickly. Perhaps too trusting?" Spider-Man smiled under his mask. Colossus' last sentenced proved Spider-Man can trust him. "How do you know this isn't a trap?"

Jumped onto the ceiling preparing to climb out from which he came, and looked back at the Russian. "Call it a sixth sense," he responded. "How can I contact you?"

"Meet me back here in 2 days," replied Colossus. "We will discuss anything we find then."

"Deal," replied Spider-Man.

"Would you have any clues on where to look?" asked the Russian.

Spider-Man once again smiled under his mask. "I think I know where to start."

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The rest of the night didn't go as planned. After his meeting with Colossus, Spider-Man checked his flesh wound on his arm, and realized all of the stitched were completely out, and the wound was in fact bigger. Swinging back to the mansion was close to impossible, but he pulled it off. Peter sat on his comfortable bed with no lights, with his shirt off and his tights still on stared at the mask that was in his hands. He couldn't help but think about what Colossus said. About his family. About his sister.

And now, after promising to help him, Peter Parker, nor Spider-Man, can't do a thing about it. His grip tightened on his mask in anger. What is he going to do? He's in no shape to go back out tonight, and it will probably be the same tomorrow night. Peter had to think of something. Although he still has no clue what it was about Colossus that made him so trustworthy, he continued to obsess.

Knock! Knock!

Peter immediately hid his mask under the covers, along with the rest of his body, and pretended to be half-asleep. "Come in," he said trying to sound groggily.

BAMF!

"You're not fooling anyone!" exclaimed Kurt as he teleported right next to Peter, making him inhale that ghastly smoke. Peter's door opened and Rogue walked through it, shutting it behind her. "Back early, nien?" asked Kurt as he flipped the switch to Peter's light.

"Yeah," replied Peter. "I decided to head back early. Got a busy day at school tomorrow."

There was a silence.

"Wound started hurtin' again, Sticky?" asked Rogue with a confident smile.

"That might've had something to do with it," Peter laughed. "I'm touched! Waiting all night just to greet me with sarcastic 'I told you so's. I knew there was a reason a I liked you guys."

"Kitty wanted to stay up too," began Rogue as she took a seat on Peter's bed. "But she couldn't make it past midnight."

"I didn't even leave until 12:30," said Peter.

"Pathetic, nien?" asked Kurt with a laugh. "So, Mr. Spider-Man. Anymore fantastic adventures? Another super villain? Child abuse? Robberies?"

Peter hesitated. He wondered if he should tell them. He would always tell them about his adventures, but his adventures never included a member of an underground mutant terrorist faction...but in truth. He needs to tell someone

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"COLOSSUS?" Rogue yelled praying that she heard wrong.

"Sh! Rogue!" Kurt tried to calm his adoptive sister down. "You'll wake everyone!"

"Peter, have you finally jumped off the deep end?" Rogue acted as if she didn't hear her blue brother. "Colossus is a terrorist. As soon as mutants go public he will be one of the reason's humanity will most likely hate us."

"Rogue, I told you!" whisper-yelled a frustrated Peter. "He is being blackmailed. I don't blame him for going with Magneto under these circumstances. But he wants help. I need to help him."

"And just how do you supposed you do that?" asked Rogue. No reply. "I don't know whether or not you forgotten, but you have a horrible wound that doesn't seem to want to stop bleeding."

"She's right," said Kurt.

"Rogue, I don't think you're processing this," began Peter. "If we can help this guy, there is a good chance he'll join the X-Men, and even if he doesn't, he will no longer affiliate with Magneto. Now I haven't met the rest of his little team, but I can bet that losing someone like Colossus will definitely hurt him."

"He's right," said Kurt.

"What makes you trust this guy, anyway? This could be a trap!"

"Spider-Sense!"

"There both right," Kurt was done taking sides.

"Peter, I'm serious!" Rogue was going in for the kill. "Even if you're right. Even if Colossus is straight, you're in no position to go out at night. If you continue this, it won't be long before you get caught." Very true. "Peter, just promise me. Promise me you won't go out tomorrow. One night. Just one night so it can heal some more. You promise?"

Peter didn't answer right away. He looked in all directions of the room, trying to stall for a little while. He didn't know why, but he just needed a little time to think. "Fine," Peter finally gave in. "Tomorrow, I won't sneak out of the institute. You have my word." Peter let out his hand.

Rogue shook it. "Good. Now get some sleep. I'll see you guys tomorrow." Rogue left the room rather quickly. Kurt was about to follow, but Peter grabbed his arm.

"Kurt wait," he whispered. "I need you to do me a favor."

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24 hours later

"LIGHTS OUT!"

One light turned off.

Then two.

Then three.

In a matter of second, the whole correctional facility turned from a creepy piece of hell, to a dark creepy piece of hell. All that can be heard is snoring, menacing laughter, and the sound of the human body going through physical training. One of them was inmate number 673R52D, doing elevated push-ups. Sweat pours down his face as he pushes his body to the limit. He chants to himself. Something that makes him push. "Must. Keep. Going. Must. Get. Stronger."

"Why? So you can beat me?"

That voice wasn't that of any inmate. The man wearing the number 673R52D collapsed on his chest after hearing that voice. It was a voice he was familiar with. He didn't try to get up immediately. He just lied there squeezing his eyes shut, praying that when he glances over at his cell bars, he won't see a man in a red and blue costume hanging upside-down.

He finally took a look. And there was no one there hanging upside-down. It seemed like Spider-Man tried something new and leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. "Trick or treat!"

"How did you get in here?" A stupid question asked by Herman Schultz...who was much better known as the Shocker. "What do you want?"

"Information," he replied as he paced back and forth outside Schultz's cell. "There has been an international kidnaping not to long ago."

"There's always international shit going on," interrupted Schultz. "What makes you think I know anything?"

"Shocker, looking back at all our times spent together, there is nothing in this world that can make me think you know anything." Schultz gritted his teeth. "But you're supplier...the man you made you those wonderful little toys...I would guess he is connected."

Shultz let out a laugh. "And what makes you think I would tell you anything? I don't care what kind of threats you have. All I know is that no spider can walk through walls. So if you want some info, you can kiss my hairy a-"

BAMF!

In a cloud of smoke, the figure that was thought to be Spider-Man leapt at the prisoner tackling him down. Schultz yelled. It wouldn't be long before the guards would be sent to investigate. Schultz fought to get a better look only to find that what tackled him was a blue demon. "You're not-"

"Listen!" half-yelled Nightcrawler as he gripped Schultz's collar. "I'm usually a nice guy. Really. But we are running short on time, now tell me who supplied you those things or I swear by God himself-"

"Ok! Ok!" Shultz was petrified. "The majority of crime in this city is all traced back to one organization, whether it's peaty theft to hits. This organization is led by one man, and the men on his payroll. He owns a weapon's research known as Spiral Inc. That's were those weapons came from."

"Who is the crime boss?"

"I don't know his name."

Nightcrawler tightened his grip. "Who?"

"I swear to God I don't know his name!" Yelled Shultz. Nightcrawler could hear the other prisoners getting restless. Then guards should be there any moment. "I only know one thing about him. He's called..."


We do the same thing every night... I swear I've heard this before. A swimmer who has seen a shark...I should really be more wary of the water. He came, he saw, he conquered...everyone. We left here guessing how and why. A prism with an intellect...You show your light selectively. You stole my city's glow, a seasoned thief...The blacks of my eyes are turning into opals.

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