Peter was immediately regretting Kurt's suggestion. Iceman slid on a thick line of ice with Peter hanging onto his shoulders for only 10 minutes before they reached New York City, however, Staten Island was still on the other side of the city. They were high above the city, but not high enough to keep Peter at ease. Iceman was in his signature 'ice form', and Peter was in his Spider-Man costume without his mask. "Holy shit," Iceman broke the silence just as they flew over the Chrysler building. "You're lucky I'm here to save you're ass tonight. And you better keep you're end of the deal"

"Don't worry Bobby," Peter insisted for the 10th time. "My word is my bond...but does it have to be tonight"

"Fuck yeah, Pete!" Yelled Iceman. "It's Friday night...is there a better time?" "Good point," Peter admitted. He recognized this part of town. They were getting close.

"Bobby, you see that building with the blinking green light over there?" asked Peter as he pointed towards the ocean. "Head that way. The warehouse should be right around there." Bobby didn't respond, he just did as he was told. He took a hard right that almost knocked Peter off the ice, but he recovered. "By the way Bobby," began Peter. "Do you think you could keep the cursing down just a little"

"Yeah, whatever you say, Spider-fucker." Peter didn't think so. "Okay, now where is this building"

"Stay right here," instructed Peter as he pointed to an old warehouse. "I'll get there from here myself. I don't want Colossus thinking that the Xavier Institute is full of kids with...you're calibur"

Peter was just about to jump off the building he and Iceman landed on, but was stopped. "Wait, wait, wait," said Bobby sounding frustrated. "Are you saying I'm embarrassing"

"No!" insisted Peter immediately. "You not embarrassing. Just offensive." Iceman shot a look at Peter, but then calmed down after remembering 'the deal'. "Just wait here," Peter said as he put on his red mask. "I'll be back soon." Spider-Man didn't stick around to listen to Bobby's smart-ass responses. He jumped off the building, landing on a few others and arrived at his destination.

He climbed through the broken window slowly, trying not to open the wound on his shoulder again. "You're late," said a deep voice in the darkness. The owner of the voice stepped into the light, revealing his large build and casual black shirt and jeans. Spider-Man was about to apologize, but Colossus didn't let him. "But it's okay. No doubt that you were out saving a life in danger." Spider-Man didn't respond...although he badly wanted that to be true. "Did you not find anything?"

"I did," Spider-Man finally spoke. "A man known as Wilson Fisk is my number 1 suspect"

"Fisk?" asked the large Colossus. "The philanthropist"

"I see you watch the news," noted Spidey. "I know it sounds crazy, but that's all I have so far. I traced a few sources back to him, but I'm still not exactly sure." Colossus looked impressed. He even let out a small laugh. "What's so funny?"

"You never cease to amaze," replied the tall Russian. "I never actually thought you were a detective as well."

"You and me both," admitted the younger mutant. "It took a while, make no mistake. But I finally got a few leads. I'm planning on just going about the city and asking around for any information, even though I doubt they'll be informed at all."

"I might be able to help with that," Colossus spoke up. "A comrade of mine has a few friends here who are tied to the criminal world. A man by the name of Ronaldo Erinson supposedly does work for one known as the 'Kingpin', who supposedly knows every crime committed in this city. Do you suspect this 'Kingpin' is Fisk?"

"That's right," replied Spider-Man. Truth be told...he had a bad feeling about this. He's dealt with mutants, robbers, murderers, and rapist...but those are usually a cowardly lot, and crime lords usually aren't cowardly. The thought of it brought pain to Peter's stomach.

"Well, this Erinson should be at a club called the 'Valor Room'," explained the big metallic Russian. "It should not be to far from here."

"I know that place," Spider-Man recalled busting a lot of gangsters and what not from around that area. "What does he look like."
"

Here's a picture," replied Colossus as he stuck his hand in he's leather jacket and pulled out to a picture. Peter took the picture and took a look at it. Looked like you're standard Italian gangster...purple collar shirt, gold chain, slacks, cigarette, and a stupid smile. Spider-Man dealt with this type before...but he was still unsure about this guy's boss.

"You said you're friend here got you this information?" Asked Spider-man intrigued. He always thought that he was the only one helping Colossus out. "Who would that be"

"I believe you met him before," the Russian replied to Spidey's surprise. "A man named Remy Lebeau"
Spider-Man never expected that. "Gambit helped you out?" he asked in disbelief. The Russian nodded softly. "Interesting"

"I would go myself," Colossus began, but Spider-Man didn't let him finish.

"I understand." Spider-Man intrupted. Partially because he didn;t want the Russian to feel about, and because they didn't have much time. "Meet back here in two more days?"

"Da"

"What'chu mean, they won't except?" Ronaldo Erinson. An obvious foreigner with an American name. How would've thought, huh? He and his Gucci suites, and his two well-dressed body guards exited the flashy club from the back door. He was on his cell phone and didn't seem too happy. "Oh? Oh really?" He continued over the phone. "Well you tell them that we'll come over there personally if they don't make the right desicion. Done." The angry gangster hang up the phone and stuck it in his pockey. "Can you believe this asshole?" He asked as he turned around to face his bodtguards. "Thinks he can..." Erinson froze after he saw his two big body guards upside down hanging from a thin string. "What the fuck?"

"I'm really getting sick of that word," said a voice we all know from behind. The gangster didn't hesitate to draw his gun and spin around. Spider-Man was found sitting on his web upside down, and wasted no time to kick Erinson's weapon out his hand. Erinson tried to throw a punch, but Spidey caught it, jumped off his web and kicked him against the wall. Spider-Man landed on his feet, grabbed the gangsters expensive shirt, lifted him up and pressed him against the wall. "I want information."

"Go to hell," spat the gangster.

"Wrong answer," said Spider-Man said as he slammed the gangster on the wall again. "You work for the kingpin. Who is he? What's his real name?"

"Fuck you!" Yelled Erinson.

"Oh yeah?" Asked Spidey. "Well, I don't think the government will be too happy about this." The gangster looked confused. "Well, I think Uncle Sam will find it interesting that a crime lord billionaire snuck some guy from Cuban with a fake name and who probably can't even read..."

"You think that shit scares me, you stupid fucking cockroach?" Asked Erinson. "I got Iron Man of my fucking case, you think a kid dressed like a bug scares me?"

...Iron Man exists?

"You've been causin' a lotta trouble in our business, y'know," Erinson continued to speak. "A lotta men...a lotta money. It's all being wasted just because some kid want's to run around in his pajamas and save the world."

"You talk to much, you know that?" asked Spider-Man trying to figure out a way to persuade the gangster to talk. "Innocent people are getting ripped off...maybe even dying...all because you and you're employer are looking for some spending cash. I want to know who's paying you! If you talk now, it'll be a lot easier then when I find out for myself."

"You don't know anything about me," replied Erinson as his anger grew. "I grew up with nothing. I was raised by nothing. I finally got something. I'm not about to let you or any fucking cop take what I have now away."

"I suggest you tell him," said a voice from just above Erinson's head. The man who was unknown to the gangster was standing on what looked like a pillar of ice, and had a silver body. He then put his hands on Erinson's shoulder. "Because if you don't," continued Iceman as he concentrated his powers on Erinson's shoulder. Spider-Man could see the cold and pain Erinson feels. "You're in for a very cold night."

Erinson his eyes tight and began to breathe heavily. Spider-Man looked at Iceman...he did not approve of his methods at all. "Alright! Alright!" Yelled Ronaldo who was in a lot of pain. "I-I'll tell. I'll tell! Just...stop!" Iceman refused to lift his arm. He didn't trust him for a second. Ronaldo wanted to scream..it was so cold. "Fisk!" he yelled suddenly "It's Fisk! It's Fisk!"

Iceman let go of Erinson. "Fisk?" asked Spider-Man making sure he heard right. "Wilson Fisk?"

"Yeah...yeah.." Erinson tried to catch his breathe. "Wilson...Wilson Fisk. He's the kingpin."

Spider-Man was right. This philanthropist that he actually kind of admired once was the man behind almost every major crime in New York City. And if that is true...then he's is responsible for the death of...

"Hey, Spider-fucker!" yelled Iceman cutting Spidey's concentration. "What do I do with these assholes?"

"Call the cops from a payphone," Spidey replied. "Say it's an anonymous tip and tell them where to find these guys."

"Bullshit!" yelled Bobby as he and Peter both entered his room through the window...where incidently Kurt and Rogue were waiting patiently on his bed. "Bull-mother fucking-shit!"

"What's his deal?" asked Rogue. "I thought he'd be happy after that deal you made with him. What you do? Change you're mind?"

"Didn't have too," Peter said smiling widely. "The security guard did it for me."

"We were there for 2 minutes until that fat ass has the balls to go up to Peter and say, 'sir you're little brother isn't allowed in here.'"

Rouge and Kurt both suddenly irrupted with laughter. Not long after, Peter joined in. "Horse shit, I'm going to bed!" half yelled Bobby as he stormed out of the room. "You still owe me, Spider-balls!"

"What ever you say, Ice-dick!" Peter yelled back much to the surprise of his two friends. Peter's eyes widened after he realized what he said. "Don't ever spend a night with him again," he said to Rogue and Kurt.

"Done deal," replied Rogue.

"So, what did you find out?" asked Kurt without hesitation.

"I found out that, once again, I was right," began Peter with a mixture of confidence and sadness. "Wilson Fisk is the Kingpin of crime. He does all of his research on the top floor of his building in Manhattan. He's politically connected so most government organizations don't ask too many questions."

"And you think Colossus' sister is in there?" asked Kurt.

"Positive," replied Peter. "Before I left this guy who spilled the beans to the police, I asked him about any young captives they might be holding. He said one Illyana Rasputin is in a mini cell in Fisk Corp headquarters."

"Asshole..." said Rogue under her breathe.

"So...what now?" asked Kurt. "What are we going to do? Tell Colossus?"

"No," replied Peter. "Even if we did, what well that do? If he decided to go after her, Magneto will know about it and slaughter his parents in Russia." There was a moment of silence. Rogue looked down at her feet and Kurt tried to think of what they could do. Peter already had a plan, but he did not know how successful it will be, or how in hell they'd pull it off. But the truth is...they have no choice. "We will go." Peter finally broke the silence.

Rogue and Kurt both swung their heads up at Peter. "We?" asked Kurt sounding nervous. "Wha- what do you mean we?"

Peter was about to answer, but Rogue did it for him. "You want to break into an internationaly renowned crime syndicate building and bust out a little girl, when you don't even know exactly what it is."

Peter tried to smile, but couldn't. He was scared as well. "That's it," he said trying to sound cheery...once again it wasn't working. "You hit it. That's the plan."

"Peter, you can't do this!" Kurt half yelled before remembering most of the mansion is presumably asleep. "No, I can't," Peter admitted. "Not alone. Kurt with you're teleporting it'll be a miracle for then to even take aim at you."

"No, no, no!" Kurt's heartbeat rose incredibly. "I can't be apart of this! I'm not going to die just yet!"

"Kurt, this is a little girl we're talking about!" Peter pointed out. "Besides, if we could get Colossus on our side, it's one step closer to getting rid of Magneto."

"Peter. Big Building. Men. Guns. Glass. Dark." It would seem that Kurt was unable to form full sentences. Rogue just spectated...which was unusual for her.

"I can't sneak into the first floor and find out where she is," Peter tried to continue. "Two minutes Kurt. It'll take two damn minutes. I tell you. Bamf! You get the girl. Bamf! Where outta there just in time to grab a scoop of ice cream before we go to bed."

Kurt hesitated to speak. Arguing with Peter is like arguing with a wall, it gives you something to do but it gets you nowhere. Kurt then realized that Peter's views will not change, not matter who talks to him. Spider-Man is going to break into Fisk Corp., with or without Kurt's help. Kurt looked at Rogue, who just looked back. The one time he wanted her to get involved, and she remains silent. "When?" Kurt finally choked out.

"Tommorrow night."


Atonement lasts the best part of eternity. Ran out of hands to count the sin that breeds inside of me.It was not thishate, but the loneliness has left me here into this mess. His hands are soaking in the blood of angels on broken wings, they collapse. He will never see the break of day. Dark clouds exploded and torrents of rain fell. And all of these lost halos were washed away.

(A/N: Almost done! PLEASE REVIEW!)