The skyline of Hell's Kitchen is not the most impressive sight. In the small corner of New York, there were only three places worth talking about at all. The offices of Nelson and Murdock are in stark contrast with Fisk Tower, the two representing the exact opposite of each other.

However, the third place is one that's a little bit less conspicuous. A tower that doesn't officially have a name, as the owner believed it was important to have some anonymity in his line of work. And for the decades that he was on top, he lived by it.

In his foyer, an old man, easily in his 70's if not his 80's, sat in his large, comfy chair. He had a glass of champagne in his hand, his ancient fingers wrapped around it as he patiently waited. He put a hand through his gray hair, the source of his name.

The door to the roomed opened, to show his right hand man. An imposing suited figure, with pure white skin, and shark-like teeth. He had a file in his hands.

"Tombstone," the man greeted.

"Silvermane," Tombstone grunted. "We got some interestin' info about Fisk."

Silvermane frowned at the name. "Ugh, and what is that living thorn in my side doing now?"

"What he's doin' is fixin' to get himself killed," he explained, as he handed the file to the mob boss.

Silvermane grabbed it with slightly shaky fingers, opening it up and sifting through it. A smile grew on his face. "So, he got the Daredevil's attention. Spider-Man and some unknown man as well...hmm...I feel like we're missing someone."

Tombstone smirked. "I agree. Wanna tip Skully off?"

Silvermane nodded, closing the file. "Do it discreetly. I don't want you dead."

"Makes two of us, boss," the thug agreed, leaving the man alone.

The crime boss took a sip of his champagne, looking forward to the night ahead of him.

It was nighttime in Hell's Kitchen, as a few police cars were at the semi-destroyed convenience store, trying to figure out what exactly happened.

A few rooftops over however, three people were talking, trying to make sense of their situation.

Spider-Man was looking at the two people who were joining him, not sure what to do. One had shiny claws that tried to stab him, and the other one was dressed as a devil.

Well, at least he was making friends.

"Logan," Daredevil greeted the mutant.

"Hey bub," Wolverine gruffly responded.

"You two know each other?" Peter asked.

"We've had a few run ins with each other before," The Man Without Fear explained. "So, Logan, any chance you want to explain why you and the kid were smashing up the neighborhood?"

Wolverine took a cigar out from his pocket, before sticking it in his mouth.

"Ew," Spidey uttered.

"Shut up, kid," Wolverine told him, lighting it. "I smelled some Kingpin on him, thought he was one of his."

"Him?" Daredevil asked, pointing at the web slinger. "He's 16."

Peter's eyes widened under his mask. "How did you-?"

"Your heartbeat," the devil pointed out. "It's the same as other 16 year olds. Plus the amount of sweat and hormones you're giving off right now, not to mention the slight cracks in your voice, and it's obvious you're a teenager."

Peter was flabbergasted. He looked over at the mutant, who simply shrugged in response. He then back over at the protector of Hell's Kitchen. "Any chance you can tell me my fortune too?"

"Ha ha," he dryly responded. "Go home, kid. You aren't ready for this kind of life."

Spidey shook his head. "Nuh uh. Electro is around here somewhere, and he's my responsibility."

Wolverine raised an eyebrow. "Electro? That the guy you were fightin'?"

"Yessireebob"

Wolverine scratched his chin, as he took a drag of his cigar. "That's where Fisk's smell came from. He's working for Kingpin."

"And why do you want him so bad?" Daredevil asked. "What did he do to you?"

"Some of his thugs shot up a store in Westchester," the mutant explained.

"And?" Murdock urged on.

"What do you mean 'and'?" Peter asked. "That sounds like a good reason to me."

"To you," Daredevil said, "Not to him."

"He injured a kid I knew. Injured him bad," Wolverine admitted.

"So what is this?" The lawyer asked. "Revenge?"

"Somthin' like that."

Daredevil nodded his head in understanding. "Alright. Fine. We all want to go after the Kingpin."

Spidey shrugged. "I guess."

"So what we waitin' for?" Wolverine asked, as he threw his flicked away his cigar, and started walking away from the other two. "Let's move," he told the others, before jumping off the rooftop.

"He's a friendly guy, ain't he?" Spider-Man stated. Daredevil gave him a wry look, before running off the rooftop, jumping after the mutant. Spidey sighed. "Great. It's gonna be one of those nights, huh?" He mumbled, before shooting a web and swinging after his new partners.

"I just don't get why I'm in California."

Tony was tinkering with some of his armor, as he was talking to Pepper over his communication screen.

"You're in California for business," Tony simply stated, as he was using a screwdriver on one of the armor's hands.

Pepper scoffed on the monitor. "Business I could easily do in New York over the phone."

"Miss Potts, you of all people should know how important it is to be face to face with clients," Stark quipped, as he slightly shocked himself on a part of the armor, making him wave his hand around for a second.

"Tony, what's wrong?" Pepper asked, concerned.

The billionaire froze for a second, before turning towards the monitor. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Don't lie. You practically pushed me out the door and into the plane."

"I just...wanted you to be in California, ok? The weather's way nicer over there right now. Cap's actually shoveling the drive right now," he joked.

"What are you scared of?"

Stark went quiet.

"Tony?"

"I just-after the Scorpion thing, and everything, I'm...I'm worried. About you."

"Tony, we can-"

"No. No 'we'. They're after me, and as long as you're on the other side of the country, it's only me. I don't know what's going on, but I-I feel like someone's trying to get to me. There was this Rhino guy that Peter fought before, but he wasn't after him. He was after ME. It just seems way too coincidental to not be planned."

"I can help, Tony," Pepper pleaded. "You don't have to be alone on this."

Tony looked down, a slight hint of sorrow on his face. "I'm sorry, honey," he told her, before turning off the computer, ending the conversation with her. "But I do."

The three heroes were looking at the illuminated Fisk Tower, which was only a few blocks away from their position on a foreign rooftop. Spider-Man was crouched on the edge of the building, while Wolverine and Daredevil stood next to him.

"So, how do we get in there?" Peter asked his cohorts. "Knock on the front door and pretend we're girl scouts?"

"It's simple," Logan stated. "We find a bodyguard, take his keycard, and get in that way."

Daredevil shook his head. "They don't use keycards. Everything is DNA scans. Maybe they have an unlocked window?"

"In winter?" Logan scoffed. "Give me a break."

"How about a rooftop entrance?" Spidey suggested.

"We could force one of the guards to open the door," Wolverine said.

"Fisk's trained each of his men not to fall to sheer intimidation," Murdock told him. "Trust me, I should know."

"Guys?" The webhead attempted again. "Rooftop? Seriously, what am I, chopped liver?"

"No," Wolverine said, before popping his claws. "Do ya wanna be?"

Peter gulped. "I'll be good."

Daredevil scratched his chin. "The rooftop would work. Only problem is that it's way too high for me and Logan to get up there."

"How about we..." Wolverine trailed off, as he started sniffing the air. Matt also seemed a bit distracted.

"What's wrong?" Peter asked.

"I smell someone..." Logan muttered, his still popped claws out as he looked around the buildings around him.

"Me too..." Daredevil said. "Smells familiar..."

"I feel left out," Spider-Man quipped. "I'm the only one here without super smelly powers."

"Shut it!" Wolverine snarled. "We need to figure out who-"

Suddenly, the mutant's thought was interrupted as a bullet whizzed into the back of his head, making him fall to the ground, as Peter's spider sense started buzzing out of control.

"Wolverine!" He called out in panic, as a barrage of bullets came flying towards him and Daredevil, making the two quickly dodge out of the way, avoiding grave injury.

"Relax, kid!" Daredevil yelled, as the two kept dodging attacks from the unknown assailant. "He's a mutant with a healing factor! It takes a lot to kill him!"

Logan slowly got up, as the wound in the back of his skull started healing over. "That hurt," he muttered, snarling at where the attack came from. Without warning, however, he received a hard kick to the gut, sending him off crashing off the rooftop, and down to the street below.

Peter crouched to the floor, not sure who the attacker was, and was unable to get a good glimpse of his face, shadows covering most of the man's body.

"Oh no..." Daredevil muttered. "Not him..."

"That's just the reaction I wanted to hear," The webhead quipped, scared. "Whose the guy that makes the devil guy worried?"

"He's the-" Matt was cut off by the unknown man pulling two guns out from his long trench coat, firing at him. The Man Without Fear flipped out of the way of the impending bullets, as Peter jumped towards the wall of the slightly taller building next to them.

"Now, who got you those?" Peter asked. "Come on, you'll shoot your eye out kid!" He joked, as he jumped straight towards the man.

The attacker threw a small Taser device at the webhead, having it hit him square in the chest, as electricity surged throughout his body. Peter crashed hard onto the rooftop, as he woozily tried to get back up.

"Seriously, how many times am I gonna get electrocuted today?" He asked, as he propped himself up slightly, still stuck on the ground. He heard a gun click, as he looked up to see the barrel of a machine gun pointed right in between his eyes.

He finally saw the attacker. A middle aged man with jet black hair and stubble, who wore a long, black trench coat, and what looked like a bodysuit underneath. He had holsters for his many weapons along with plenty of ammo belts, as the man looked like a walking armory. He had one very distinct feature though. The large skull on his chest.

The Punisher showed no remorse on his face, as he steadily pointed his gun at Spider-Man. "Trust me, electrocution is the best case scenario for you right now."