"Hey Foggy, did you ever get the copy of that file?"

"Of course I did."

"One that I can read?"

"...of course I did."

"I can hear when you lie."

"I know."

It was another late night at the offices of Nelson and Murdock, as the two lawyers and best friends had decided to work late on a case that they had, preparing for the court hearing they had later on in the week. They were both getting kind of tired, but knew that the sooner they got the work done, the faster they could rest.

"Ugh," Foggy groaned, as he leaned back in his chair. "Hey, you mind if I turn on the TV? I think it might help me out."

"You just want to see if America's Got Talent is still on," Matt stated, with a smile. "Sure, it might do us some good."

With that, Nelson grabbed the remote off of the desk, and pointed it at the small, old TV sitting on the coffee table in the corner, clicking it on. Instead of the normal television program he was expecting though, Foggy saw a breaking news broadcast. He saw a bird's eye view, shot from a helicopter, as he saw what appeared to be broken, fiery steel floating in the middle of the Hudson River, as the helicopter showed a beach, where a lone figure laid still, motionless.

"What the hell?" Foggy asked himself.

"What?" His best friend, the blind lawyer asked, not being able to see what was on the television.

"If you're just joining us," the reporter started, "Large pieces of flaming wreckage have just rose to the surface after what sounded like a large explosion seemed to happened under the river. It has been a night of strange occurrences, as a large beam of energy shot from this very spot earlier tonight. Some kind of pod has come out of the Hudson and crashed onto the beach, and it looks like someone has emerged from it, and is currently laying on it, possibly unconscious. We have no real idea who it could be, bu...what's that?"

"What's happening Foggy?" Matt asked, concerned.

"I'm not sure," Nelson honestly answered.

"This just in, we're getting reports that the figure on the beach is none other than Spider-Man, who was reported to be dragged to this spot by the Scorpion as he escaped from Oscorp. We are currently unsure about his role in tonight's events, but it seems that police are on their way. Stay tuned to the Fact Channel as we continue to update-"

"Foggy, they said Hudson, right?" Matthew urged, standing from his desk, ready to take action.

"Yeah," his friend nodded.

"Describe what's near the beach."

"Ok, uh, looks like some kinda dock nearby. I think that's an old building with a rusty water tower on top of it. It's near a really cracked street."

"I know where that's at," Murdock said, as he ripped off his formal suit, revealing his Daredevil costume under it. "It's not far from here."

"Whoa, what's going on?" Foggy asked. "Didn't you work with this Spider-Man guy before?"

"Yes I did," he said, as he slipped on his mask. "He's a tough kid, but he's just a kid," he explained, as he got to one of the windows in the office, opening it up and putting a foot on the windowsill.

"Hold on, Matt!" Foggy called, making the vigilante turn his head towards him. "I thought you were laying low after that whole ninja thing?"

"The Hand, and I was," Daredevil stated, looking back out the window. "But this is a special occasion. I owe the kid one, and I need to get to him before he gets into more trouble." He turned his head towards his best friend, giving a small smirk. "Keep up the hard work," he joked, before getting his stoic look back on his face, and launching himself out of the office, using his billy club and his talent to swing down the street, as fast as he could.

In the office, Foggy could only sigh. "I wish I was a superhero," he said, sorting some of the documents around on his desk. "Then I could leave while he did the paperwork."

"Wake up, Spider-Man..."

Peter laid still, his eyes closed, his body feeling numb. He was drifting in and out of consciousness. He needed rest.

"Get up, Spider-Man..."

He didn't want to move. His body was screaming at him not to. He knew he was bad off, but he felt at peace. He wanted to lay on this beach forever.

"I said...GET UP!"

Suddenly, Peter became fully aware of his surroundings, and the spider sense ringing in his head, as a metal claw grabbed his face, still half exposed from his broken helmet, and roughly yanked him off the ground. His vision, slightly blurry, focused on the last thing he wanted to see at that moment.

Doctor Octopus, illuminated by the fires of his wrecked base in the river, holding Spider-Man up with one of his arms. He was hurt, and furious. Otto looked into Peter's exposed, panicked eye, gritting his teeth. "Get up and face what you've done!" He cried, as he whipped the young hero away from him.

Peter landed hard on his back, rolling a bit on the sandy beach, his body screaming at him. He spat out a few grains of sand, along with some blood, as he looked up at the villain with exhaustion on his face. His mind was yelling at him to just stop, that he was out of energy, that he had already gone way past all of his limits. But he knew that if he didn't fight here, he would be killed. Spider-Man slowly got up on unstable feet, his legs feeling like they'll buckle at any moment. His damaged suit was reflecting the light from the fire, the scratches, burn marks, rips, and chips showing how beat up Peter was feeling, inside and out. It's been a long few days, and it wasn't over yet.

Although if Otto has his way, it will be soon.

"Every time," Doc Ock said, rage lacing every word. "Every time I got anywhere in my life. Every time I came up with a brilliant invention or an ingenious idea, someone was there to keep me down. And when I began my new life, I thought that no one would possibly be able to keep me down. But then, you showed up, and you proved me wrong. You kept showing up to get in my way. To keep me down when I got too ambitious for your inferior minds to feel comfortable with."

"Otto..." Spider-Man said, his exposed eye focusing on the mad scientist as his legs shook from exhaustion. "The only person that gets in your way...is you..."

Doctor Octopus's face was emotionless, his jaw tightening slightly as he frowned. He was quiet for a moment, as his mechanical arms just swayed behind him. "Do not feign to know me," Otto stated, rage barely contained in his words. Suddenly, his arm violently planted themselves into the ground, pushing him up. "DO NOT PRETEND YOU KNOW WHO I AM! WHAT I'VE BECOME!" He roared in anger, as he whipped one of his arms into Peter's side, making the teenager cry out in pain as he was knocked back down to the down. "Did you think this plan was as simple as it was because I couldn't think of anything better!? A laser beam to destroy a city! To bring them to their knees! It's so simple that there was no possible way it could be ruined by incompetence! I gathered my Sinister Six for one reason only. To crush you. Everything else was secondary! You know why, Spider-Man!?"

"Because..." Spidey weakly gasped out, "You have an inferiority complex?"

Octavius slammed the claw of an arm right next to the hero's head. "Enough with the jokes! THERE IS NOTHING INFERIOR ABOUT ME!" Another arm wrapped around Peter, who tried to struggle, but couldn't muster the strength to wriggle out. Spidey could feel the arm increase pressure on its grip, trying to crush him as it raised him higher off the ground.

"LET ME TELL YOU WHAT I AM!" The evil scientist yelled as he continued to squeeze the life out of his enemy. "I AM OTTO OCTAVIUS! AND I AM SUPERIOR!"

"Whatever you say, bub."

Otto whipped his head behind him, only to be met with a blue boot to the face, knocking him back and forcing his metal arm to drop Spider-Man, making the silver-cladded hero fall to the sandy ground again, trying to catch his breath.

Doc Ock regained his posture, as he looked to his attacker. "WHO DARES!?" He roared, as he stared at the strange newcomer, who was wearing a blue and yellow costume, with two big, black, pointy eyes on his mask.

"They call me Wolverine," Logan introduced, as he popped his claws. "And you're finished."

"You think you can threaten me you insignificant pest!?" Otto cried, as he stood up tall on his arms, two of them flailing around wildly above him.

"Yeah, I do," Logan said, defiant.

"Logan?" Peter asked, slightly quiet as he was becoming more and more disoriented. "Is that you?"

"Stay down, kid," The mutant said. "You did good here. Let me take over for a bit."

Octavius frowned. "You can not hope to defeat me alone."

"Who said he was alone?"

Before the scientist could react, a billy club wrapped around Otto's bottom arms, the wire connected to it tangling around the arms. The wire then tightened around them, tying them together and making the evil scientist lose his balance, making him fall to the ground. Otto spat out some sand from the beach, before turning around. "Who-?"

"It's time you faced your demons," Daredevil told him, as he retracted his billy club, ready for a fight.

Doctor Octopus, however, was not happy about this development. His arms violently planted themselves into the ground, the exhausted, bruised villain forcing himself up. His metallic arms started flailing wildly, forcing Murdock to flip over one of them away from him, as Otto roared in anger. "Who are you!?" He cried. "Who are you to stop my greatest achievement!? To finally defeat my greatest enemy!? To finally kill Spider-Man!? Who are you to steal this from me!?"

"We're with the kid," Logan said, as he used his claws to deflect the attacks from the metal arms.

"And if you're trying to get to him, then you're going to have to get through us," the Man Without Fear stated, dodging the attacks thrown his way by flipping and twisting around the arms. The devil then landed on top of one of them, before jumping off of it towards Otto himself. Matt then whacked him hard on the back of the head, knocking Doc Ock out immediately. The villain went limp, before falling down into the sand with a thud.

The mutant and the lawyer stood over him, looking down at the unconscious Otto, a bit surprised. "That's it?" Logan asked. "I was expectin' more of a fight."

"His breathing was slightly ragged when he was fighting us," Matt told him. "I could smell the sweat on him. He was exhausted when we got here." Daredevil turned his head over at the teenage hero that they had come to save, only to notice him unconscious, lying on the beach, gently breathing. "The kid took him to his limits."

The two then faced the Hudson river, the flaming wreckage floating in it illuminating the two, the flames and smoke lighting up the night. The two could feel the heat of the flames, as they both contemplated what had happened here.

"Did he do all of this?" Daredevil asked. "By himself?"

"There was six of them," Wolverine stated. "Includin' Bowl Cut there. News said they were rampaging around Manhattan the last couple of days. Looks like he's been dealing with them alone for a bit."

"We...we should of helped him sooner," Daredevil solemnly said, as he lowered his head. "He could've gotten killed."

"We didn't know," Logan said. "I was with the X-Men, dealing with some problems overseas. You?"

"...I was laying low after fighting ninjas..."

Logan just stared at the devil for a second. "Yeah, sounds about right," he decided. Just then, the bright light of a news helicopter shined on the two, as they looked up at it.

"We need to get Spider-Man out of here," Matt said. "He's hurt."

"You thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?" Wolverine asked, as the two went over to the still hero, gently picking him up.

"Yep," Daredevil confirmed. "We're going to take the long way around. Make sure they can't follow us," Matt said, gesturing towards the helicopter.

Logan simply nodded, as they each threw one of Peter's arms over their shoulders, and carefully held him. With the broken pieces of the base still burning in the Hudson, the two began to walk off the beach with Spider-Man in tow, the Web Head still out of it, breathing calmly.

Peter had fought off the grimmest of odds. He had won. And after days of fighting, he finally had a well-deserved moment of rest.

"Report."

In a little corner in Harlem, a storage unit door was opened up by a young woman in a skintight catsuit, goggles covering her eyes. She slowly put them up over her platinum hair as she got a slightly surprised look on her face, before she grew a mischievous smile.

"Cat," a gruff voice barked. "Report."

"I'm living my best life, Tomby," Black Cat stated, as she sauntered up to a large pile of money in the middle of the storage unit. She picked up one of the stacks of money that made up the pile, flipping through it. "Intel was right. I just found a huge pile of money," she told her employer. "All hundreds. There must be at least a million dollars here."

"Amazing," Tombstone said over the communicator. "I'll tell Hammerhead immediately so he can send some guys. And the rest of the units?"

"Fisk owns the entire complex through some shell company," The thief explained. "He probably has goodies all over the place."

Tombstone let out a deep chuckle in response. "This just keeps getting better and better. Thanks kitty, go ahead and take your cut. Our guys will be there shortly. Make sure the security is still off."

"Relax Tomby," Cat said, as she pocketed a few stacks of money. "I'm a big girl. And this definitely isn't my first rodeo."

Black Cat turned off her communicator, as she got a glimmer in her eye, thinking about all the loot she was getting from this job. She had hit the jackpot, and she wasn't going to stop anytime soon.

Flying high above the ocean, the Avengers were in complete silence, as they sat in the Quinjet, simply staring at each other, letting the events at the Hydra warehouse sink in. The air was tense, as no one wanted to be the first to say it, but knew that what they found needed to be discussed.

Tony was slightly hunched over, his helmet for his armor off, as he was lost in thought, his hands tented together.

Steve was rubbing his forehead, a headache coming on, as he tried to figure out what the next move for this was.

Clint had his arms crossed, as he chewed on his lip every now and again, worried about what would happen.

Natasha had her usual, emotionless face on, as she clenched her hands tightly, letting her chin rest on them.

The silence was overbearing, before Tony frowned deeply, finally voicing what everyone was thinking. "So, what now?" He asked.

Steve's piercing blue eyes stared right at the billionaire, as he sighed slightly. "I'm...not sure."

"What do we tell the kid?" Clint asked.

"Nothing," Natasha shortly answered. "Not yet, anyway."

Tony nodded. "Right. There's still a lot we don't know about. We need to talk to Fury."

"I'll do it," Steve stated, his jaw tightening.

"You sure?" Natasha asked.

"Positive," Steve responded, his resolve as strong as ever. "He has answers. And we're going to get them."

"This is her new place?"

"Yep."

In a dark alley in Hell's Kitchen, Daredevil and Logan held up the still unconscious Spider-Man, as they stumbled with him towards a slightly rusty door. Once there, Matthew rapped on the door, knocking on it exactly four times. He waited a bit, and was about to knock on it again, before he heard some rustling around behind it.

"I swear to god, if that's you again Matt, I'll-" The voice complained, before the door opened up, to show a young woman with dark hair, and eyes to match. She was wearing white scrubs. She cut herself off when she saw the sight before her. A badly hurt Spider-Man, in an incredibly damaged, silver suit.

"Hi Claire," Daredevil greeted, as Logan slid his hooded mask off. "We need help."

Claire was shocked, as she quickly moved out of the way. "Get him in here, now!" She said, as the two held up Spider-Man and walked inside the building. It was a makeshift doctor's office, with medical supplies carefully placed on certain counters, and with several beds made up, each clean and ready for a new patient.

"Where do you want him?" Logan asked.

"That one," Claire said, pointing at the closest bed before closing and locking the door again, and then quickly going over to a counter so she could pick up a bag filled with medical supplies. She then rushed over to the bed as the other heroes gently laid Spider-Man down, quickly setting the bag on a stand near the bed, as she started to look over the hero. "What happened?"

"He went a few rounds with those Sinister Six guys on the news," Wolverine stated.

"He was dragged into the Hudson," Daredevil added. "You can smell the water on him. I think he almost drowned."

"Dammit," Clarie cursed, as she pulled out a light, before pulling back the Spidey's exposed eyelid, shining the light in his eye to see how it reacted. "He's unconscious. Definitely has a concussion, at least. I'm going to have to remove his suit."

"No," Wolverine immediately protested.

"Logan-"

"Claire, the kid wears a mask for a reason," the mutant argued.

"Logan," Matt started. "If she doesn't do it, he could die."

Logan stared at the lawyer with a cold look, before he sighed, slightly softening up. "Fine."

Claire, needing no other confirmation, slowly took the helmet off of Spider-Man, to show the slightly bloody, scratched up, and bruised face of the teenager beneath it.

"Oh my God," Claire gasped at the sight of the hero's face.

"What?" Matthew asked, nervous.

"He's...he's so young," the nurse stated in disbelief. "What is he, like, 15?"

"We think he's 16," Logan corrected.

Claire looked at the two in disbelief. "You two knew? And you let him keep doing this?"

She could see Daredevil's jaw tighten, as Wolverine just crossed his arms, silent.

"He's a kid!" Claire yelled, as she started getting to work examining him, carefully taking off the rest of his armor to reveal his battered body. "You knew he was a kid and you just let him keep throwing himself into danger!?"

Daredevil felt guilt as he looked at the unconscious boy laying on the bed. As much as it pained him to admit, he had known how young this kid was, and didn't do a thing. That night, when he had first met Spider-Man, when the two had fought Electro, when they failed to stop Kingpin from killing Silvermane and taking control of his criminal empire, the night that Spider-Man saw firsthand how dark this life of theirs' was, he should've done more to convince him to stop.

"I met him once," Matt suddenly stated, freezing the other two. "The real him. After that night with Kingpin. I was at a career fair for a high school, and I sensed him there. He was with this girl. You could tell they liked each other, their heartbeats were going crazy when they were next to each other. I called him over. I wanted to properly meet him."

Daredevil pulled off his hood, revealing the face of the blind lawyer as he crouched down next to the teenager.

"His name is Peter Parker," Matthew said solemnly, as he rested his arms on the bed, before lowering his head in shame.

Logan placed a hand on the redhead's shoulder. "Half of the X-Men are around his age," the mutant said. "Children who had to grow up too fast because of the way they were born. It ain't right, and it ain't fair, but they would be damned if that would stop them. Peter here's the same way. He got powers, he knew the risks, and he did it anyway. No matter what, we wouldn't have stopped him."

Daredevil looked at the gruff man, before his face shifted into a look of focus. "How is he?" Matt asked Claire.

"Couple of bad lacerations, signs of broken bones, possible internal bleeding, severe bruising, and, in my expert medical opinion, general signs of being beaten to shit," Claire said, still looking at the teenager. "But..."

"But?" Logan asked.

"His injuries are already showing signs of healing," Claire said, in slight confusion and disbelief. "Slowly, but still faster than the average person. I think he has a mild healing factor. Nothing as crazy as yours Logan, but if this keeps up, he should be ok as long as he's under supervision."

Daredevil gave a brief sigh of relief, before he turned towards the other hero in the room. "What now?" Matt asked. "We can't just leave him here. We need to contact someone who actually knows him. But I don't know how to do that."

"Leave it to me," Logan said, turning on his heel, about to walk out the door. "I know a guy. Hopefully he's home."

"We are still unsure about the whereabouts of Spider-Man after his disappearance from the beach. It seems he was moved, but as we have not gotten any solid confirmation as of yet onto where he could've gone. It also appears as if the police have come to the scene. We will continue to update this story as it-"

In her room, Gwen intently watched the news broadcast on the small TV in her room, sitting cross-legged on her bed, completely still. She tightly gripped her cell phone in her hand, her knuckles white, as she waited for a call or text from Peter.

She was afraid on what would happen if one didn't come.

"Any signs of him?"

Captain Stacy looked over the beach, the fiery wreckage of the Sinister Six's base slowly starting to smolder out behind him, as he commanded a troop of officers that were looking for any clues as to where Spider-Man was, or what had happened.

"Not yet sir!" An officer, DeWolff, stated.

"Keep looking," he ordered. "There's no way he just disappeared."

"Chief!" A voice called out. Stacy turned around, to see Yuri Watanabe, one of his finest officers, hurrying over towards him.

"What is it officer?" George asked.

"You need to come see this," Yuri told him, as she urged him to follow her. George complied, as he, Yuri, and DeWolff walked down the beach, to see a surprising sight.

Mysterio, Electro, Rhino, Scorpion, and Doctor Octopus, all unconscious, and all buried up to their necks in the sand. They were all sporting minor bruises.

The police captain's eyes widened at the sight, as he brought his radio to his mouth. "We need a few paddy wagons down here," he told dispatch. "We got our perps."

As the police started to deal with the criminals, far away from the scene, a frowning Sandman stared from a distance. Feeling conflicted with himself after tonight's events, and not quite sure what his next move was, he slowly faded away, having grains of sand float away into the night.

It was late at Avenger's Tower, as Tony had poured himself something to drink behind the bar in the common area, as he was trying to unwind at least a bit from a long, rough day. He took a small sip of his beverage, as he heard a door slide open. He looked, to see Natasha walk in, still in her usual spy outfit.

"Did Rogers leave yet?" Tony asked.

"Just now," the spy answered, before seeing the drink in his hand. "You got another one of those?"

The billionaire gave a small smirk, before he grabbed a second glass and poured another drink. He gently slide it across the top of the bar, as Natasha grabbed it. The two clicked their glasses together, before they started drinking, letting the burdens of the day sink in.

"...what do you think it could be?" Natasha asked.

Tony froze for a second, before he looked down at his drink. "I have no idea," he answered honestly. "But you saw what I saw. Whatever it is, it isn't good."

"Sir," JARVIS suddenly called. "It appears you have a visitor in the lobby."

"Business hours are over JARVIS," Tony quipped.

"I believe you will want to focus your attention on this," JARVIS stated, as he suddenly turned on a holographic screen, showing an image of the lobby receptionist arguing with what appeared to be a short man in a yellow and blue latex suit.

"What the hell?" Natasha asked. "You want to go kick this guy's ass?"

"Wait," Tony said, focusing on the scene. "I know this guy."

Suddenly, Logan looked up at where the camera was pointing at him, looking straight at Tony through the screen. After a second, the mutant reached behind the desk of the protesting receptionist, grabbing a piece of paper and a pen. He quickly started scribbling on it, before he raised the paper to show what was on it.

A picture of a spider.

"Oh no," Tony uttered, setting his glass down. "Dammit. Widow, hold the fort," the billionaire said, as he hurried over to his armor. "Looks like my night isn't over yet."

Nick Fury was in his office, wearing a grey sweater, the only one in the building as he had to decided to work late on some matters of national and international security. They weren't too serious of issues, but they were time sensitive and he had decided to get them done as soon as possible. He typed away at his desktop, eager to finish his work.

Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the door. Fury, not expecting anyone, slowly placed his hand over his holstered gun, ready for a fight. "Come in," he called, ready to draw.

The door opened, only for it to reveal Captain America himself, Steve Rogers, wearing his uniform sans helmet.

At the sight of the American icon, Fury relax, taking his hand off his gun. "Ah, Captain," the director greeted, looking back at his work. "What do I owe the pleasure of having you here?"

Steve was stone-faced, his blue eyes cold and focused. He walked up to Fury's desk, planting both his hands on it, before leaning towards Nick.

"Tell me what you know about Richard and Mary Parker."

Fury froze for a second, before he looked back up at Steve, his jaw tight.

"Tell me," he continued. "Tell me if they were Hydra."