"Report."
The sun was starting to set, as the Kingpin of Crime was standing in his office, looking out his window, his hands resting behind his back. The large man frowned as he looked at the city skyline, a bit disappointed that he had not yet reached his goal.
His right hand man, the Rose, read the information on his tablet, swiping through it as he peered out of the openings of his red mask. "Crime projections are stable, while we seem to have a slight increase of control in Harlem's drug market."
"And how is our new employee doing?" The crime lord asked.
"Who, Electro? Mister Dillon called about five minutes ago, and said that he's met his goal."
Kingpin got a large smile on his face. "Excellent."
"Come on, Electro!" Spider-Man said, as the two were fighting up and down the streets of Hell's Kitchen. "Give up!"
"Leave me alone!" Electro shouted, shooting bolts of lightning at the webhead, as he just kept jumping out of the way.
"But I want to be your friend!" Spidey joked, grabbing a nearby mailbox with his web, and throwing it at the villain. Electro, however, destroyed the box with a blast of energy, sending seared letters floating everywhere. "Pretty sure tampering with the mail is a federal crime," Peter said, "Now I have to beat you up on a government level!"
"Oh my god, will you just shut up!?" Electro yelled at the teenage hero, as he floated high in the ground, bag of money still in hand.
"It's like you don't even know me," Peter said, as he hopped straight at the floating villain, tackling him in midair. The two scuffled for a few seconds, only for Peter to receive a electric punch to the face for his efforts, sending him back down to the ground, hard.
"Seriously? That the best you can do?" Electro asked, not impressed.
Peter soon recovered, getting into a crouching stance. "Stuff like that seemed to work last time I whipped your heiney. I figured, why not this time?"
"This ain't last time!" The living lightning rod growled. "Ugh! I don't have time for this! I got things to do. Later, Bug!" He said, as he quickly flew away.
Peter shot a web, quickly swinging after him. "Will you knock it off with the 'Bug' thing? It isn't as clever as you think it is."
Spider-Man chased Electro throughout the small section of the city, as Electro kept trying to lose his pursuer by going through every alley he could find, taking as sharp of turns as possible. However, he couldn't throw the superhero off his trail.
"Damn kid!" He yelled, frustrated. The villain suddenly dove through the front doors of a bar, disappearing from Peter's sight.
Peter landed on the ground in front of the bar, and quickly went inside. He looked around, to see only a couple people inside, sitting on the dank and slightly broken down furniture. The bar was pretty underwhelming, with tacky neon signs on the walls, and a broken down jukebox in the corner. The few folks inside looked at Spider-Man in confusion, surprised at the sight of him. There was no sign of Electro.
Peter felt very, VERY, out of place. "Uh, hi," he awkwardly waved. "Did anyone see a guy come in here? Green and yellow costume, really dumb mask, had lightning coming off him? Anyone?"
Suddenly, he heard the front doors swing open behind him, making the wallcrawler turn around, scanning the source of the sound with his opaque lenses.
He saw a grizzled looking man, wearing a leather jacket and jeans. He had thick black hair, with thick mutton chops on the sides of his face, and a high hair style on his head, which seemed to end in two points. He had his hands in his coat pockets, as he looked at Spider-Man with narrowed eyes. He sniffed the air for a second, before looking back at the teenager. "Found you."
Peter raised an eyebrow at the guy. "I didn't know I was trying to hide. Can I get a do-over?"
"Real funny for a monster," the man gruffly accused.
"Monster? I'm a spider. Spiders aren't monsters," he quipped.
"I can smell him on you. Been tracking that scent all night, and you can't fool this nose," the man told him.
"Following scents? What are you? The Amazing Human Dog?"
"More like..." The man took his hands out of his pockets, as three metal claws popped out of both of his hands. "Wolverine. Now, where's Kingpin!?"
"Who?" Peter asked, genuinely confused, and more than a little concerned by Wolverine's claws.
"You can't lie to me! His scent is all over you!" Wolverine yelled, as he lunged at Peter with alarming speed, making the hero's spider sense go off like crazy. Spidey dodged at the last second, the claws threatening to slice his chest wide open.
"Scent? What are you talking about?" Peter asked, as he kept dodging attack after attack. Peter ducked under another swipe of the claws, before uppercutting the man, hard. Wolverine flew towards the jukebox in the corner, making it come on.
"Heeey," Wolverine muttered, wiping a the back of his wrist over his mouth as old rock music played.
The webhead shook his fist in pain. "Ow! What the heck are you made of?" When he was done, Peter finally realized what the attacker was talking about. "Wait! That's not my scent! There's this guy named Electro, and we kinda got tangled up, and-"
Wolverine snarled, lunging at Peter again, who was able to grab the man by the arm and throw him throw the window of the bar, shattering the glass as Wolverine landed hard on the outside, his claws retracting as the cold air came seeping in.
Immediately, Peter was concerned, as he hopped out of the window himself. "Oh my god! Are you ok? I didn't mean-"
Peter froze when Wolverine looked up, his lips curled back ferociously, as the shards of glass that was stuck in his skin started to fall out, his skin healing almost instantly.
"What are you?" Spider-Man asked.
"I'm one of a kind," the mutant retorted, grabbing Peter and slamming him into the ground before the teenager could react. Peter looked up, to see Wolverine pop his claws back out, stabbing down towards Spider-Man's head. Spidey was able to roll out of the way, surprised by how fast his opponent was.
"Will you stop trying to make me into a Spider kabob?" Peter begged, as he delivered a kick to Wolverine's skull from the ground. "They aren't as good as you think they are."
"I'm tired of you and your boss ruining this town," he growled. "I'm going to end it, one way or another!"
"I keep trying to tell you, I don't know who this Kingpin guy is!" Peter tried to explain, still dodging attacks. Peter finally had enough, as he quickly jumped around the mutant, firing webs at him from all directions, and tying him up.
Wolverine struggled for a few seconds, before cutting his way out, shocking Peter. His webs could stop solid steel. What the heck were those claws made out of?
His spider sense tingled again, but before he could react, Spidey was grabbed by Wolverine, as the mutant charged the hero into a convenience store across the street from the bar, sending the two crashing through the front windows, shocking the cashier inside, and sending glass and several cases of soda along the hard tiled floor.
The two quickly recovered, as Wolverine kept trying to slice the webhead with his claws, as Peter desperately kept trying to dodge. Peter gave a few quick jabs to Wolverine's jaw, only for the mutant to kick Peter hard in the gut, knocking the wind out of him, and sending him crashing into a shelf of snacks, tipping everything over.
Wolverine quickly walked up to him, as Peter was on the ground recovering. Panicked, he looked around, as Wolverine stood right over him, getting ready to stab him with his claws.
His attack was interrupted as Peter hopped back to his feet, and hit Wolverine in the face with a candy bar he grabbed.
Wolverine stared wide eyed at the boy, not sure how to react. "Did you just hit me in the face with a Snickers?"
Peter looked at the chocolate bar in his hand. "King sized," he confirmed.
The mutant just blankly looked at him.
Spider-Man's wide lenses stared right back at him.
Wolverine narrowed his eyes.
Peter kept staring, before nonchalantly shooting a web into Wolverine's face, blinding him.
"Agh!" Wolverine complained, before Peter flipped backwards, hitting him with a kick in the process. The mutant was able to quickly cut the sticky fluid off of him, as he snarled dangerously. He was furious, as he was starting to lose his patience. Spider-Man crouched over slightly, ready to keep fighting.
"Enough!" A voice called out, making the two stop and turn their attention towards the source of the sound.
Peter's eyes widened slightly, not believing what he was seeing. He was looking at a myth. Or what he use to think was a myth.
A man wearing a red costume, with the initials 'DD' embroidered on his chest, and horns on his head was perched onto the broken window of the convenience store, looking at them. He looked like a devil.
"I don't appreciate it when two people start smashing up my turf," Daredevil told them. "Especially when we're probably all after the same thing."