Unneeded Complications

Author's Notes: Thank you for all your reviews. I'm sorry I've kept you guys for waiting but I'm writing two stories at once. I'm also a very busy man so here it is, my next chapter.

God must be annoyed with him because Matt Murdock was having an off day. Of all clients he could receive, he had to have him. Wilson Fisk: charged for murder, illegal drug and weapon smuggling and the list went on. Foggy looked across the desk at their office from him, staying silent.

"Tell me again 'Franklin', how did we get this case?" Matt asked, obviously annoyed as he called his partner by his real name.

"Well this is the best case we got in years," Matt's partner responded. "The payment can keep us going for years!"

"Couldn't we take a smaller case?"

"Matt, have you noticed that every time we take a small case, we get no money and just some basketballs or roller skates." Franklin picked up a pair of grey roller skates. "Most of them aren't even my size!"

"I understand but this is..."

"Is it because of Elektra?" Frank said flatly. Matt didn't respond. "Listen I know that you and Elektra don't want to help this guy but...I can't do much about it. Sorry buddy."

"It's okay...I guess." Matt got up and took his cane and walked away, leaving Frank sitting with an indifferent face.

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Mary Jane felt empty, tired and just plain aching. Two hours and Mary Jane was already hoping upon hope that Peter would come back. Then again, that horrible look in his eyes wasn't so assuring.

"Peter, where are you?" Mary Jane asked as she wrapped herself in Peter's blanket, tears dropping onto the fabric.

Then, the phone ringed and Mary Jane jumped in surprise. She picked it up and answered with a faint, "hello?"

"Mary Jane?" Aunt May's voice called from the other line.

"Oh Aunt May hi!" Mary Jane said, trying as hard as possible not to sound hurt.

"Where's Peter?" Aunt May asked.

"Oh he's out on a trip for a while," Mary Jane lied as her hands curled up in the edge of Peter's blanket.

"Strange, I thought Peter would tell me before leaving town," Aunt May said, starting to get worried for Peter.

"Well it was kind of…last minute," Mary Jane said, partly being truthful.

"Oh well if you can reach him, tell him to call okay dear?"

"Sure thing."

"Take care."

"Bye."

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Peter, in his black costume waited for Doctor Connors to analyze his costume. Doctor Connors examined the black substance through a large microscope and he could hear Dr. Connors muttering something.

"Anything?" Peter asked as Dr. Connors looked up from the microscope.

"No, this is too advanced for me to understand. This "thing's" genetic make up is too complicated and advanced for a college professor. I need someone that can actually keep with this," Dr. Connors said as Spiderman pulled his arm out from under the microscope.

"There's no one that can understand it. Only Dr. Simons knew anything and he's dead.

"Even if he is dead, he must have some sort of records on this thing if he was trying to control it."

"So I should find some records?"

"As a professor, I'm strictly against this but…as your friend, I suggest you find some information."

"Where?"

"NOVA."

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Harry sat at the computer, furiously typing away at the computer. On the screen was the formula that made up the performance enhancers.

"There's got to be some sort of way to fix this," Harry said as he ran over everything again. Harry had spent the last three hours trying to find out how to eliminate the side effects of the enhancers but came to no such luck.

"Is that all you can do?" Norman asked from actually within the liquid of the enhancer containers. "No wonder you had so much trouble in high school."

"I don't want any bullshit, 'dad,'" Harry said bitterly as he performed another scenario from a different formula. Seeing the freakish effects, Harry deleted the formula and began making up a new one.

"If you really want to kill Peter, you better be able to fix this."

"I never said that I was going to kill him," Harry said flatly as he ignored his hallucination.

"Then what are you going to do? Let Peter get ahead of you in life, take your girl?"

"Just shut it!"

"Don't give me that bullcrap!" Harry just wanted to kill himself right there. He ignored his father and focused on his work.

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"What!" Eddie Brock asked as J. Jonah Jameson lit a cigar and turned his chair to face the window.

"I told you, you're fired, get the hell out of here Eddie," Jonah said calmly after he puffed some smoke.

"What the hell? I'm the second best photographer in this entire building!"

"And you're the most dirty rat in this goddamn world!" Jonah said angrily as he threw a pencil across the wall. "You left my son for dead, DEAD you hear me! No one ever messes with my son! Now get the hell out of my office!"

"Mr. Jameson…" Eddie began.

"GET THE HELL OUT!" Jonah ordered, attracting attention from everyone outside the office.

"Dirty bastard," Eddie grumbled. "I swear one day, I'll get what I deserve…one day…"

I know that this chapter is bad but hey I have like three things going on at once and it's hard to keep up with. I'm sorry that it's been so long but my computer is on the fritz and it'll be a while before I get back on schedule. I just hope my next few chapters are better.