Peter was doing everything he could to stay semi-calm.

The Punisher had his gun, unwavering, pointed right in his face. His spider sense has been unrelenting, buzzing uncontrollably ever since the vigilante first started attacking. Spider-Man stayed perfectly still on the ground, knowing that any sudden movement would end with him dead.

Peter knew who this was. The Daily Bugle reported on him multiple times. Frank Castle, a former war vet in top physical shape, with a talent for using weapons. He's been on a crusade against crime for years, killing everyone he's come across.

And now he's pointing a gun in his face.

"Any last words?" Punisher asked.

"What?" Spidey asked, scared.

"It's obvious that you're young. I'm giving you one last chance to get anything off your chest, before I put a bullet in your head," The vet callously explained.

"You're making a mistake!" Peter gasped, hoping that Daredevil or Wolverine would recover already and save him. "I'm not a crook!"

"You're on your way to Kingpin," Frank stated. "Corrupting kids. Disgusting. I wish there was another way, but..." he then cocked his gun. "There isn't."

"Come on!" Peter pleaded. "I help people!"

"Not from what I read. The Bugle keeps pretty good track of all the crimes you've committed."

Peter swore in his head. He's going to KILL Jonah. If he survives this, of course.

"Castle!"

The Punisher turned towards the sound of his name being called, to see Daredevil standing there, finally recovered from the attack sent by the one man war on crime.

"Oh. It's you," Frank said, curtly. Peter looked over at the Man Without Fear, who seemed a little too calm for his liking.

"Let the kid go, Frank," He told him. "He's not a crook. He's annoying, but he's not a crook."

"Tsk. Hurt," Peter said in mock indigence, still trying to stay calm. The Punisher looked at him in slight curiosity, considering what the masked lawyer said. After a tense moment of staring at the teenager, he slowly lowered his rifle.

"What are you doing around here, Devil?" Punisher asked, as Peter was dumbfounded. The man was ready to murder him, and now he's just acting like nothing happened.

Wolverine was finally able to climb up over the edge of the rooftop, using his claws to get himself up. "What'd I miss?" He asked, seeing how calm everyone was.

"We have a guest," Daredevil explained, as the two vigilantes stared hard at each other, Punisher with his gun hanging out of his hand, and Daredevil with his signature Billy club in his.

"I asked you a question," Punisher stated, as Wolverine walked over to the others.

"I heard," Murdock said. "We're going after Kingpin."

Punisher raised an eyebrow. "Really?" He asked, incredulous.

"Hey Spidey, are you ok?" Peter suddenly blabbered, as he got off from the ground. "I'm fine, thanks for asking. Good, because I was really worried that the weird guy in the trench coat was gonna shoot you. Yeah, same here."

Punisher stared at the wall crawler. "Go away, kid. The grown ups are talking."

Spider-Man just looked back with his opaque lenses. "Uh, excuse me?"

"I actually agree with him, for once," the masked lawyer added. "Give us some space."

"But-" Peter was about to argue, before Wolverine put a hand on his shoulder, and shook his head.

"Come on, kid," he said, guiding the web slinger away from the other two.

"I'm part of this too, ya know," Peter quietly said.

"I know," Wolverine reassured. "But those two, they have some history. And you don't want to be around that right now."

When the two were far enough away, the Punisher shook his head. "Have you really gotten that desperate to stop him? You're getting the help of kids?"

Murdock also shook his head. "Things just kind of happened. He's young, but he seems good."

"He shouldn't be here. He's too young for our line of work."

"OUR line of work?" Daredevil asked. "I defend the innocent from criminals. You murder people."

"I stop criminals from hurting others," Castle defended. "Permanently. We're the same."

"We are NOT the same."

"Yes, we are!" He exclaimed. "Are you really that blind? The only difference is that you're too much of a coward to finish the job."

Daredevil clenched his fist, anger flooding through him. He took a deep breath, calming down slightly. "We can argue about this later. Castle, what the hell are you doing here?"

"I got a tip that Kingpin was planning something big. He needs to be taken down before that something happens," he stated, matter-of-factly, as the two started walking over to the others.

"Let me guess, you're going to kill him?" The Man Without Fear asked.

"Do you think there's any other way?" Frank asked, making Daredevil go silent.

"Wait, you're going to kill him?" Peter asked, shocked.

"There...he can't..." Daredevil tried to explain.

"We can't do that!" Spider-Man told him. "We're the good guys! Good guys don't kill!"

Castle scoffed. "Will you grow up already?"

Wolverine rolled his eyes. "Actually, I agree with the kid," he said, as he walked closer to the Punisher. "We need him out of power. If we kill him, another guy will just take over."

"You don't know that," Punisher stated.

"You don't know if killing him would work either," Peter argued.

"You don't understand," Daredevil told him.

"Enough!" Wolverine growled, stopping the tense conversation. "We can figure out what we're going to do later. Right now, we need to think of a way to get in there."

Daredevil nodded. "He's right. How do we get to Fisk?"

Castle scoffed, as he reached into his leather coat. "Amateurs. Never prepared," he scolded, as he pulled out like looked like a small button.

Spidey stared at him with wide lenses, as the others were equally as interested. "He's got a button. Punisher's got a button. Should I panic now?"

Punisher shook his head. "Nothing to worry about. Unless you're one of Fisk's men on the 15th floor," he told him, pushing the button.

A loud bang sounded, making the three jump in surprise as they turned around, to see Fisk Tower, an entire floor covered in fire, smoke rising up into the air, as shattered glass from the windows fell to the streets below.

"Oh my god..." Peter gasped, as Daredevil and Wolverine watched with there mouths agape.

Meanwhile, in his tower, Silvermane looked out his window, as he watched the explosion happen on the 15th floor of Fisk Tower.

He smiled to himself, his wrinkled skin curling slightly as he took a sip of champagne from his glass. "Good."

Daredevil had Punisher by the collar, throttling him in frustration. "What did you do? WHAT DID YOU DO!?"

Punisher was nonplused, not seeing the big deal. "It was a minor explosive. Prototype stealth tech. I've had it up there for months. I just needed a plan to use it."

"You blew up an entire floor of a skyscraper!" Spider-Man exclaimed, not able to believe what happened, as the fire was starting to burn out in Fisk Tower.

"The one floor that wasn't built with reinforced steel," Castle stated. "Now we have an opening."

Murdock punched the vigilante hard across the face, busting his lip open as he fell to the ground. "You killed everyone who was on that floor! I just heard at least nine heartbeats fade away. I can smell their burning skin!"

"They were criminals!" Castle angrily argued.

"They were people!" Daredevil yelled back.

The rooftop went silent, tension filling the air around them once more. All four were ready to fight, as it seemed like the next logical step.

Instead, Frank got off from the ground, and started to walk away from the group. "I just gave you guys an opening. Whether or not you use it is up to you." He then gave one last, cold glance at the others. "But if you don't want that bastard dead, you better hope you get to him first."

With that, Punisher left the group, walking down off a fire escape, as the others were left angry, and confused.

"So, what do we do now?" Peter quietly asked.

Murdock sighed. "We get Fisk. Logan, do you mind hitching a ride off Spider-Man?"

The mutant shook his head. "As long as the kid shuts his yap for a bit."

"No promises," Peter tried to joke, earning a small smile from the grizzled man.

Daredevil started walking away, as the other two followed. He had his head down in contemplation. "Then let's take down the Kingpin."