"What the hell!?"
Max Dillon, clad in his Electro costume, rushed down the stairs, flying as fast as possible through Fisk Tower to get to the source of the explosion. Once he arrived at his destination, he could hardly believe his eyes.
"Holy..." he trailed off, as he saw the sights of the bodies of Kingpin's men working on the floor. They weren't moving, burned and scarred beyond recognition. Small fires littered the once pristine carpet, scorching it with dark marks. Smoke still hung in the air.
Electro was starting to panic. The tower was under attack, and-
Suddenly, the smoke alarm went off, making him cover his ears in shock. "Really, NOW you go off!?" He cursed, not believing his luck. When he started working for Fisk, it was suppose to be an easy paycheck. Not...this!
Wait, the alarm's connected to emergency services. Crap! Why Fisk connected to them, he'll never know. If the cops and fire department show up, there's a good chance they'll investigate the place.
He cannot let that happen.
Electro decided to fly away from the floor, towards the front door to the tower. He can ward off the cops, make them think that he's the one that blew the place up. They won't search the tower then.
First Spider-Man, now this. Can his night get any worse?
"Any chance you can go faster? This is really uncomfortable."
Peter was swinging towards the opening in Fisk Tower, holding up Wolverine with his free arm as they soared through the air.
"I'm going as fast as I can!" Spider-Man told him. "Besides, holding a man with heavy metal bones isn't my idea of a picnic either."
Wolverine went quiet, as he inspected the teenager that was transporting him. "Are you ok, kid?"
"Jeez, are we really going that slow?"
"No, I mean, are you ok?" The mutant asked. "Y'know, with the whole Punisher thing?"
Peter lightly shook his head, as the two got closer to the tower. "It just...feels wrong, you know?"
"What does?"
"Using this hole," the webhead explained. "He killed people doing this. We're going to see their corpses, and...I just..."
"Kid, I get it," Wolverine started, "but the Kingpin is a monster. We need to take every advantage we can get, even from lunatics like Castle."
Peter sighed. "It still feels weird."
Finally, the two got to the smoldering chasm in the wall of Fisk Tower, as they landed inside the building.
"Oh god!" Spidey retched, almost throwing up when he saw the sight of the destroyed hall, the Kingpin's motionless henchmen lining the floors, dead. The teenager could smell burning flesh, as he doubled over, trying to contain himself.
"Kid? Kid!" Wolverine said, as he grabbed Spider-Man by the shoulders. "Get a hold of yourself."
"I know he's bad," Peter said, "but no one deserves this."
"Kid, I think it's time for you to go home," Wolverine told him. "It's only going to get worse from here."
"No!" Peter protested, shaking off Wolverine. "I need to find Electro. We need to get him, and the Kingpin, and shut this entire thing down."
Wolverine raised an eyebrow. "Why do you care so much about this?"
"This guy, Fisk," Spider-Man said. "From everything you've told me about him, he's the worst. Everyday, I deal with the people this guy controls. Robbers, muggers, arsonists, everything. I just didn't realize that they worked for him until tonight. We take him out, everyone else goes down too. This city suddenly becomes a lot safer."
Wolverine stared at him, a bit surprised. The kid was right. Fisk did have control over most crime in the city. "I'm starting to really like ya, kid," Wolverine told him, as he started walking down the hallway. "Don't mess that up."
Peter chuckled slightly, following. "Course not. I need more followers on Twitter."
"They should be in by now."
Daredevil ran up to the front of Fisk Tower, stopping right next to the large water fountain that decorated the large concrete expanse that was around the entrance to the tower. The fountain itself was a large 'F' that spewed water.
"Tacky," Daredevil dismissed, as he was about to go into the tower, only to be stopped by a lightning bolt hitting the spot right in front of him. He quickly flipped backwards as more lightning was thrown towards him. Finally, he stopped, seeing with his radar sense who his attacker was.
"Seriously!?" Electro exclaimed, floating down to the ground. "Can't you super freaks just leave me alone!?"
"Electro, I presume," Daredevil coldly greeted, ready to fight.
"Yeah, and who are you suppose to be?" Electro brashly asked. "Hellboy?"
"I think that one's taken," Daredevil told him, as he drew his Billy club.
"Wait...I know you...I saw ya in the paper! You're that Daredevil guy!" The villain exclaimed. "Urich won't shut up about ya in the Bugle."
"Stand down, and maybe I won't hurt you too badly," Daredevil threatened, earning an arrogant chuckle from the former electrician.
"You think you can take me?" He asked, firing another beam of lightning at the hero, who dodged it as he ran straight towards him. He cracked his Billy blub open, as the guardian of Hell's Kitchen threw one half of it towards Electro, having it crack him in the face, making him recoil in pain.
Daredevil then jumped towards him, kicking Electro in the face and making him fall into the fountain, having the villain yell in agony as he started crackling with energy.
"You mother-ARGH!" Electro cried, as he quickly got out of the water, sizzling slightly as he shook off the last bits of liquid. He then flew into Fisk Tower, angry beyond belief.
"This should be interesting," Daredevil said to himself, as he ran in after him.
"Where the heck did these guys come from?!"
Spidey and Wolverine were currently fighting off waves of Kingpin's goons, who happened to come across them as they were making their way up the tower.
"Must've been heading towards the 15th floor," Wolverine said, as he kicked one of them in the gut. He then popped his claws, as he started cutting the guns of the guards near him, before taking them down with precise, non-lethal strikes.
"Wow, I thought you would've cut these guys to pieces," Peter remarked, shooting webs at two henchmen, before picking them up over his head and slamming them to the ground.
"Figured there's been enough killing around ya tonight," he stated, as he got shot in the chest a couple of times, not flinching. "Although, if ya feel like leaving..."
"I'm good," Peter quipped, as he flipped over a few more guards who fired their guns at him, missing terribly. He landed behind them, pushing himself feet first towards them, and kicking them all in the back of their heads.
Finally, it seemed the two had knocked everyone out, as the two slowly calmed down. "That was fun, sorta, kinda, not really."
"With this many guards, we must be getting close," Wolverine stated, sniffing the air, grimacing. "This whole joint smells like Fisk. Disgustin'."
"Well, the sooner we get there, the better. I just hope that-" Peter cut himself off, as he noticed a guard on the ground, reaching for a button that was on the wall. "No!" He called in vain, as the guard pressed the button, before falling back down again, out of it.
An alarm klaxon started ringing throughout the tower, even louder than the fire alarm that was blaring before. The two heroes looked at each other, both panicking slightly as they knew more guards would be swarming the crime boss every second.
Suddenly, Electro came soaring past them, crashing through the two and making his way further up the tower. A few seconds later, Daredevil came in, running after him. "Gentlemen," he emotionlessly greeted, following the super villain. Logan and Peter looked at each other for a moment, before running after their ally.
In the lobby of Fisk Tower, a large group of Fisk's personal bodyguards were freaking out, multiple alarms assaulting their ears.
"Everyone!" One of them called, "We need to get this tower on lockdown! Lock all doors and windows, and send some guys to floor 15. No one gets in or out!"
"All doors are locked, sir!" Another told him.
"Good, then let's-"
Suddenly, the squeal of tires filled the air, making the guards all turn in surprise, to see a large white van coming towards the front door, headlights seen through the glass. The guards braced themselves, as the van crashed through the door, shattering it completely, before spinning out to have it's back doors face the group.
They all looked up, as Frank Castle busted out of the van, an Uzi in each hand, and a callous expression on his face. The guards felt immediate fear, as Punisher opened fire on them all. Bullets flew through the air, tearing everything and everyone in their path. The guards cried in agony, as one by one they all fell victim to the gunfire. A few pulled out their weapons to defend themselves, but ultimately couldn't.
After a few moments, Frank ceased fire. The lobby was slick with gore, as the bullet ridden bodies of the guards laid motionless on the floor, in puddles of blood. The Punisher then calmly put the guns away, and stepped out of the van and over the dead henchmen. He then made his way to the elevator, opened it, and stepped inside.
"Time to end this," he grumbled to himself, as the doors to the elevator closed.
"I'm sick of this!"
Electro was desperately fighting off the three heroes following him, as he continued flying backwards through the tower.
"Every time I get something good!" He yelled. "Every time I get something going for me, you clowns show up!"
"We're not clowns!" Peter defended, as he dodged another of Electro's attacks. "I'm a spider, he's a devil, and he's...a hairy man."
"Watch it, kid," Wolverine warned, as he ran straight towards Electro, lunging at him. Electro avoided the mutant's claws, and grabbed him by the head, sending lighting throughout Wolverine's body, and making him cry out in pain. Electro then released Logan, as he fell motionless to the ground, burn marks on his skin.
"He's going to be really mad when he wakes up," Peter stated, still following the villain.
Daredevil frowned. "Kid, will you get serious and take this guy down?"
"With what?" Spider-Man asked. "There isn't exactly anything I can..." His thoughts trailed off when he saw a fire extinguisher down the hall they were currently in. Peter shot a web at it, snagging it, before pulling back into his hands. He then waited until he got close enough to Electro, who was still shooting beams of lighting erratically, before throwing the extinguisher at him.
Reacting, Electro shot the extinguisher with a beam of electricity, making it explode in his face, blinding him. Quickly, Spidey jumped at him, and delivered a hard punch to the chin, knocking the villain out cold, and making him fall to the floor.
"THAT was for all the times you electrocuted me today!" The web head yelled at Electro in victory.
Daredevil soon joined him, followed by Wolverine, who was still healing. "One less thing we have to worry about," Murdock stated.
Wolverine looked around. "I think we're on the top floor."
Daredevil faced him. "Then that means Fisk's office is here. We need to hurry up before the rest of the guards-"
The Punisher suddenly appeared, running past all of them with a determined look in his eye, and a pistol in his hand. The three heroes, realizing what was going on, soon ran after him.
"Castle!" Daredevil yelled, "Don't do this!"
Frank didn't respond, as the four got closer and closer to the large double doors that were at the end of the hallway. Finally, the Punisher reached the doors, and kicked them open to show the large, spacy office that Fisk had, with a large desk, and large chair that was facing away from them.
Frank pointed the pistol, and shot at the chair, the bullets going right through the fabric.
"NO!" Peter shouted, as the three joined Frank in the office. However, their fear was replaced by confusion when they heard laughter.
"So, you four decided to kill me?" Fisk asked, the chair still facing away from them. "How...daring, of you."
The four looked at each other, baffled, before Peter slowly started approaching the desk.
"There's no heartbeat," Daredevil stated.
"There's no smell," Wolverine added.
"There's no blood," Punisher observed.
The wall crawler reached the desk, as he stuck his gloved hand out, and grabbed the chair. He then spun it around, to show the startling truth.
"There's no Kingpin," Peter gasped, as he stared at the empty chair.