Flint Marko was having the time of his life.

He was currently putting his new found powers to work, standing in the middle of the street, as he was using his powers to sweep over multiple suburban homes in the dead of night, stealing from at least seven different families without the sleeping occupants being any the wiser.

He had a good day. He stole way more money than he had in his entire career of petty theft, and even defeated Spider-Man! He was moving up in the world! Who would've thought that he would be given sand powers when he was first arrested and sent to Ryker's?

Suddenly, Sandman felt something...amazing, to him. Some of him had gotten into a family's backyard, and found something. A sandbox, one for the kids who no doubt lived there. When he touched it, it felt incredible, like a surge of power went through him. He gave a wicked smile, as he absorbed the sand, adding it to his own, as he felt his power increase.

He called back all of the sand, realizing that as it joined back with him, he grew slightly bigger.

He walked away from the neighborhood, wondering how he could get even more power.

It was afternoon at Midtown High, as the job fair had started in the auditorium. The large room was filled with stands by various businesses around New York. Students walked around, some in curiosity, some because they were bored.

Among these teenagers were Peter and Gwen, who absolutely had to show up. They went around the crowds, standing side by side as they tried to decide who they could met first.

"What about Horizon Labs?" Gwen suggested.

"No, not yet, there's still a huge line for that booth," Peter told her, as they looked at the stand in question, to see a long line of students talking to them.

"Yeah, and it'll get bigger if we wait," she reasoned.

"Who knew so many people here were interested in science?" Peter asked, genuinely confused by the line.

"Well, one, some of these people aren't students that go here. And two, 'Horizon' is a pretty cool name."

"Heck yeah," Peter agreed, as they wandered around a bit. They saw construction companies, restaurateurs, and everything in between, but nothing much that caught their interest.

"Hey! Young man!"

Peter turned to see a booth, that had a red headed man in a suit behind it. He had a smile, and red glasses over his eyes. The man started waving the teenager over, as if they were friends.

"Do you know him?" Gwen asked the confused brunette.

"Uh, no, but it looks like he knows me. Stay here for a second while I talk to this guy," Peter said, as he walked over to the booth, labeled 'Nelson & Murdock: Attorneys at Law.'

Peter looked up at the sign, before looking at the suited man in front of him. "Uh, hi," he awkwardly greeted.

The man didn't seem phased. "Hello!" He cheerily greeted. "How have you been doing, young man?"

Peter furrowed his brow. "Uh, fine. Do I know you?"

The man shook his head. "No, no you don't. The name's Matt Murdock," he introduced, putting his hand out.

"Peter Parker," the teenager said, slowly taking the hand. He's not quite sure what this guy was up to.

"So, tell me young man, have you ever had an interest in the law?" He asked, a smirk on his face.

"Well, um, no, not really..." Peter told him.

Murdock scoffed. "You're a terrible liar."

"Why do you think I'm lying?" Peter asked, a bit on edge.

Matt went silent for a moment, smirk still prominent. "I'm a lawyer. Call it a six sense."

Peter looked at him, wary. "Well, this was a fun talk and all, but..." Peter then noticed the cane that the man was holding, making him curious. "Are you blind?" He asked, surprised.

Matt nodded. "Yes, yes I am."

"Then...how...how did you see me?" The brunette asked.

The lawyer just kept that smirk on his face. "You have your secrets. I got mine."

Peter stared at the man, confused and a little terrified. What did he mean by that? "I have to go," he suddenly stated, turning around and walking away.

"Take care, kid. Have fun with your girlfriend!" Matt called, laughing to himself as Peter ignored him.

The teenager joined the blonde, who looked at him with curiosity. "What was that about?" She asked.

"I don't know, but I'm feeling a bad case of stranger danger, so we should probably go," Peter told her, as the two started walking away from the site. They looked at other booths on display, not seeing anything of interest.

"Hey, look!" Gwen suddenly said, making Peter turn to the direction she was staring towards. He saw Harry and Mary Jane looking around as well, seemingly enjoying themselves.

Peter suddenly got a bit nervous. "Uh, maybe we should-"

"Say hi?" Gwen interrupted.

"What? No! I was going to say turn the other way, get out of here, and maybe get a burger or something."

"I think we should say hi."

"Yesterday you told me to give him time," Peter reminded her.

"Yes I did. We gave him a day. Now come on!" She told him, grabbing his arm and dragging him towards their friends. Peter got a light blush on his face, embarrassed by what's going on. Gwen, however, was unaware of it, and continued towards her goal. "Harry! MJ!"

The two turned, seeing them. Harry immediately got a frown on his face, and was about to leave until MJ stopped him. Harry rolled his eyes, as the two approached them. "What do you want, Pete?"

Peter started to get nervous. "Well, uh, I didn't really want anything, but, uh-"

"What he's trying to say," Gwen said, cutting off the stammering boy, "is that he wants to kiss and make up."

"Not literally!" Peter clarified, even though he realized that he really didn't have to.

Harry crossed his arms, not impressed. Mary Jane elbowed the son of a millionaire in the side, making him flinch and rub the impact spot in slight annoyance. "Ok...how?"

Peter rubbed the back of his head. "I...I don't know. Coney Island?"

Harry raised an eyebrow. "Coney Island?"

Gwen's eyes lit up. "Yeah! Coney Island! They're having a discount on tickets this weekend, and everyone's going! How about we all hang out there on Saturday?"

"That sounds like fun!" Mary Jane said, excited. She then looked at the gloomy boy next to her. "Right Harry?"

Harry sighed. "Fine, if Peter actually decides to show up this time, then sure."

Peter's eyes widened in happiness. "Yes! You won't regret this Harry, it's going to be awesome!"

Harry couldn't help but crack a smile at his excited friend. "Calm down, Pete, you'll hurt yourself. See ya Saturday."

"See ya Saturday!" Peter echoed, as Harry and Mary Jane walked off, leaving Peter and Gwen to themselves. Peter then turned towards Gwen, and gave her a giant hug. "Thank you thank you thank you thank you!"

Gwen blushed, as she tried to worm her way out of Peter's surprisingly firm grip. "It's nothing, Pete."

Peter let her go, smile plastered on his face. "It's everything."

Gwen smiled back at the brunette. Suddenly, her phone started ringing, making her dig it out of her pocket, and put it to her ear. "Hello?" She asked into the device. "Oh, hi dad. I'm at the job fair with Peter." She then pulls the phone away for a second, before turning towards the teenager. "He says hi."

"Hi Mister Stacy!" Peter called, still in a really good mood.

"What?" Gwen said, back on the phone. "Now? It's still really early. But...ok. Sure, ok. Be there soon. Love you too." With that, she hung up her phone, and put it back in her pocket. "I have to go home. Mom is making dinner early tonight. See you Saturday?"

"See you Saturday," Peter confirmed, ecstatic. Gwen smiled, as she turned and walked away, leaving Peter by himself to explore the job fair.

He looked around, wandering the packed auditorium, passing by tons of people without anyone really noticing him. He saw a couple of familiar faces from school, including Liz Allen and Sam Alexander, but no one he was really friendly with. He noticed Principal Beck in the corner, overseeing everything that was going on.

After a few moments, he saw his favorite teacher, Doctor Curt Connors, talking to someone at the Horizon Labs booth. He had long black hair, and a thin black beard on his chin. His nametag on his chest said "Michael Morbius." The two seemed to be having a very enthralling conversation, with both men's attentions focused solely on the other.

Peter watched the two doctors for a few moments, before his phone went off. He dug the flip phone out of his pocket, and answered it. "Hello?"

"Hey kid," He heard a familiar billionaire's voice on the other end.

"Tony? How did you get my phone number?" Peter asked, surprised.

"Got JARVIS to figure it out for me. Hey, are you still at that Job Fair thing?"

"Uh, yeah. Why?"

"Look at the east doors," Tony ordered, before abruptly hanging up.

Confused, Peter put his phone away, and faced the east doors, which were on the other side of the auditorium from where he was at. He could barely see them from where was standing, as multiple people's heads blocked the way.

Suddenly, the doors flung open, as "Thunderstruck" by AC/DC blared out of the auditorium's PA system. Multiple, beautiful cheerleaders came through the door, wearing revealing uniforms with Iron Man designs on it. With giant smiles on their faces, they started doing a can-can like dance routine, before Iron Man himself flew straight in through the doors, earning cheers from the large group of people witnessing the display.

Iron Man landed right in front of the cheerleaders, who stopped dancing and started pointing at him with jazz hands. The armor opened up, as a suited Tony stark stepped out, adjusting his tie, and putting on a pair of sunglasses. He held his arms out, wearing his trademarked smirk. "So, who's interested in a job at Stark Industries?!" He asked.

The crowd erupted in applause, as a strange metal object flew in through the door, and landed right in front of Tony. The object then quickly transformed, turning into a booth. Most people from the crowd quickly began filing in line, some interested in a job, others because they wanted to talk to the avenger.

Meanwhile, Peter was standing in the back of the auditorium, mouth agape. "You've got to be kidding me..." he muttered to himself, before facepalming. Only Tony...

Deadpool was wandering around town, bored out of his mind. He knew he had decided to wait a bit before going after Spider-Man, but he had literally nothing else to do. He was hoping that he could of figured out some of Spider-Man's patterns by now, but for some reason, the webhead has mostly been quiet.

Now, he had nothing better to do then walk around, hoping to see something interesting. And since it's New York, the only thing he really saw that was interesting was homeless people. And that's more tragic than anything else. He still laughed.

"Hey, weirdo!" A voice called behind him.

Wade turned around, to see a group of young men, all wearing matching colors, some with colorful mohawks, others with way too many piercings. "Me? You're calling me a weirdo? You guys look like you crawled out of a 90's Punk concert, and you're calling me weird?"

One of them scowled. "I don't think you know who you're talking to, asshole."

"My Chemical Romance?" Deadpool guessed.

"The Yancy Street Gang," one of the thugs corrected. Deadpool noticed that some of them were armed with guns, while a few had baseball bats.

"Yancy?" Deadpool asked, laughing. "Yancy? That's the name of this street? Yancy?"

"Yeah, you gotta problem with dat?" Another of them spoke up.

"Oh no, I think Yancy is a totally awesome and threatening name. Like Petunia, or Marge."

"You better shut that mouth of yours boy," one threatened. "Or we're gonna have to take your weird, masked little head off."

Deadpool narrowed his eyes. "You know, I'm called the Merc with a Mouth for a reason. It's the reason why I sell so many comics," he babbled, as he drew the two katana blades from the sheaths on his back. "And I don't really appreciate it when emo punks try to mess with my livelihood."

Without warning, Wade quickly charged at the group of thugs, slicing and dicing them with perfect precision, blood staining the steel of his blades, and the concrete sidewalk they were standing on. Every last one of the street thugs fell to the ground, dead.

Deadpool, not bothering to look at his handiwork, sheathed his blades, and started to walk away. "Yancy," he muttered to himself.

Spider-Man was swinging throughout New York, leaving the job fair pretty soon after Tony arrived. He decided that it was better not to watch the billionaire stroke his ego, and thought that patrolling the city would be a better use of his time.

"Cheerleaders," he mumbled to himself. "He has cheerleaders? That man has way too much money. I wonder how Pepper feels about them."

He landed on the side of a building, crawling along the wall as people from inside the building started to gawk at him. A few of them took their phones out to snap a picture. Spidey, noticing this, looked inside the building, and threw up a peace sign. After the people inside took a few more snaps of him, he swung away.

"Pepper probably gave him hell for them," he continued talking to himself. "Speaking of which, where is she? I know she's a CEO of an international company and all, but I figured I see her at least once in a while. It's almost been a month."

Peter started swinging a little bit lower, getting closer to street level. The people below looked up at him, all reacting differently to the sight. Some were in awe at the swinging men, with little kids tugging at their parents arm and pointing at him, while others were fearful and hateful towards the hero.

"Crook!" One of them yelled, annoying Peter.

"Man, after all the good work I do, it all gets undone by some idiot with the same fashion sense as me. I don't know why-"

His thoughts got cut off by his spider-sense, which started blazing inside his skull. He looked around for the source of the danger, to see the Imposter Spidey down the street from him, a suitcase stuffed with money in his hands as he was running away, jumping over any cars in his way.

"Speak of the devil," Peter muttered to himself, quickly following him.

The Imposter ran as fast as he could, trying to hurry before any police showed up. He looked around, not seeing any sign of the cops, as he felt like he was home free.

"You know, they say imitation is the sincerest form of flattening," Spider-Man quipped, kicking the Imposter in the back of the head, knocking him down and making him drop the briefcase. Peter than landed on the street in front of his counterpart, ready to fight. "Wait, sorry, the word is 'flattery'. Oh well, I like mine better."

The Imposter seemed a little frightened, before he hopped to his feet, copying Peter's pose. He said nothing.

"Giving me the silent treatment?" Peter asked. "I'm not the one who did something wrong here. You're the one who's giving me a bad rep!"

The Imposter lunged at Peter, throwing a few punches at him, but not really being able to connect. However, the Imposter quickly threw a kick, which hit Peter in the side, and made him hunch over. Peter quickly recovered though, knocking his opponent back with a haymaker.

"So, who are you anyway?" Peter asked as the two continued to trade blows. "My evil twin brother? My MUTE evil twin brother? Come on, give me something here, I need someone to banter off of."

The Imposter connected with a solid uppercut, dazing Peter's senses. Whoever this guy was, he was pretty decent at hand to hand combat. Spider-Man shot some webs at his counterpart, only to have the imposter dodge out of the way, jumping at Peter. Peter countered by delivering a kick to the airborne Imposter's chest, knocking him back down to the ground.

The Imposter laid motionless, as Peter walked up to him. "Ok, let's see who you really are," he muttered to himself, as he reached for the Imposter's mask. He grabbed, and was about to roll it up, when some type of gas came out of the Fake's costume, and hit Peter in the face.

Peter started coughing as the gas filled his senses, disorienting him. His spider-sense flared up, but Peter couldn't make heads or tails of his surroundings, making him unable to dodge a punch thrown by the Imposter, knocking the hero down as the criminal picked up his briefcase of money, and escaped.

Peter continued to cough like a madman, as he ran into a nearby alleyway, away from where anyone could see him. He took off his mask, as he tried to regain his breath. He took a few deep breaths, and after a few moments, all effects of the gas had warn off. "Stupid faker..." he muttered to himself, as he leaned back against the stone wall, and closed his eyes for a few moments.

He opened them back up, to see a cat sitting across from him, near some trash cans. The cat was looking at him with wide eyes, not quite sure what to make of the human in front of him.

"Um, hi," Peter lamely greeted.

The cat gave him nothing in return, as it just strolled away, leaving the boy frustrated. "Great, even the animals ignore me," he complained, as he put his mask back on and started to swing away, ready for his day to end.