"Did anyone tell you that you're annoying as hell?" Spider-Man yelled as he duck an empty taxi which came flying towards him. He turned backwards and shot his webs at the airborne taxi, then used the momentum to return it back to where it came from. The bad guy, who identified himself as "Tombstone", stopped the vehicle mid-air using just one hand, and threw it at the side.

"Did anyone also tell you that you're huge and... blue? Just like the Hulk, except he's huge and-"

"You do not stop talking do you, meddler?" Tombstone asked with a frown on his head.

"What can I say? It's one of my specialities, popsicle! Actually-"

"KEEP QUIET!" Tombstone howled as he charged towards his enemy. Spider-Man's eyes widened.

"Uh-oh! Ice guy's unhappy!" He jumped, doing a backflip, trying to avoid the bull-of-a-man ramming into him. But, he rarely ever is lucky, isn't he? He got caught mid-air, and then was brought down slamming the road. Then, he was picked and slammed on the tarred surface again. This was repeated for an innumerable amount of times, before Spider-Man was finally on the ground, where a crater now resided, wheezing. Tombstone was breathing heavily.

"Boy, you try butting your nose in our buisness again, this will not be the last time we face each other. And believe me, it will be much worse."

"Sure, yeah... Whatever you say, Frozone."

Seeing the confused look on Tombstone's face, Spider-Man chuckled.

"You didn't understand that reference, did you?"

Tombstone opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by a voice from behind.

"I did... I understood that reference." Both of them turned to find a man, in a red suit. Were those horns on his head?

"Ah, the infamous Daredevil..." Tombstone greeted. "Finally a pleasure to meet you. Just thought you did your meddling in Hell's Kitchen."

Daredevil shrugged. "Oh I still do, actually. Came here for some work... Alright, enough chit-chat. Let's get finished with this."

And then, all hell broke loose. The two adversaries charged at each other. Just before they met, Daredevil did a baseball-style slide in-between the legs of Tombstone, and stabbed him on the thigh. The street echoed with his wail. He turned back and threw a punch at Daredevil. But he sidestepped, and then judo-kicked right on the face. Spider-Man was surprised to see the huge man actually stumble and fall. Just as Daredevil was about to strike, there was a bang.

Suddenly, Daredevil fell.

"Holy shit!" Spider-Man cursed. He stood up with great difficulty, he was definite that a lot of his ribs had been broken in the process of becoming a pancake. He looked back to find a small army of gunned soldiers making their way towards the scene. From above, a helicopter descended towards Tombstone, who got up and jumped on the ladder.

"This will be your final warning, meddlers! Come in our way, and I will behead you with my own hands."

With that, the helicopter made its way towards the skyline. After a couple of minutes, the whole scene was empty. When the police arrived, they were very much confused about the large crater in the middle of the road. The witnesses were of no help either, as they reported of seeing a huge ice man fighting Spider-Man and who seemed to be Daredevil.

Few block away from the scene, there sat a concerned Spider-Man and an injured Devil.

"How do we remove the bullet? I don't know how to do that!"

"A vigilante should definitely know how to do that."

"I've never been shot before." He shrugged.

"You can be shot anytime in the near future though..."

"Hey!"

"Just saying."

"Alright, what do we do now?"

"Take me to some safe place. I can do it myself."

"How about my place?"

"Is it safe?"

"Yes."

"What about supplies?"

"Yup, got all of them."

Daredevil nodded. "Alright, let's go."

"Hold on to me." Spider-Man stood up.

"I'm sorry, but why would I need to hold on to you?"

"What did you think we were going to do? Walk? Like this?"

"Yes. That's exactly what I thought. After changing, though."

"You gotta be kidding me, man."

"Okay, you got something better?"

"Yes! Hold on to me! We'll swing the whole way. It'll only take a minute."

"I am so going to regret this. Kid, if you drop me, I swear-"

"Dude, will you please shut up and stand now? We gotta move fast. That bullet infection is gonna spread."

Daredevil sighed. "Fine."

He stood up, wincing. And then latched on to Spider-Man. They jumped.

"What the FU-"

"Ah, the screaming. It's always the screaming." Spider-Man smiled. He loved when people suffered from his swinging.

A while later, they entered the apartment.

"Wait a second, I'll get the first-aid kit and some supplies." Spider-Man said and ran towards the bathroom. He came out with his hands full and set them on the bed, where Daredevil was seated. He looked down and asked, "You got a knife?"

"Yeah, one second."

Spider-Man ran into the kitchen and came back with the knife.

"Why do you wan-" He looked up and cursed. Daredevil wasn't here anymore. Neither were the supplies.

"Freaking Houdini..."

~~~~

Peter Parker hurried out the door of Delamar's as soon as he heard Murdock inquiring about Spider-Man. He kept walking fast and turned into a narrow alley.

Just as he was about to remove his clothes, a voice came from behind.

"Mister Parker! We need to talk."

"How do you know my name?"

"Asked Delmar..."

"Damn. How can I help you, mister Murdock?"

Matt walked closer to Peter and spoke in a hushed tone.

"I am aware of your... alter-ego, Parker."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"You're lying."

"And how would you know that? Not that I'm lying. Because I'm not."

"I can hear your heartbeat increase. Rapidly. Just as it did in Delmar's."

"Wait, how can you-"

"Let's just say, you're not the only one with enhanced abilities."

All Peter could muster out was an, "Oh."

"You still haven't recognised me?"

"Nope."

"Tombstone was a pain in the ass, wasn't he?"

"Good Lord! You're Daredevil!" Peter exclaimed.

"Will you please not announce that to the whole of Queens?"

"Oops, sorry."

"I need your help."

"With?"

"It's a long story. Let's speak about it in my office over coffee, shall we?"

"But isn't your office in Hell's Kitchen? Nelson, Murdock and Page?"

Matt stiffened. Peter realised his mistake.

"How do you know that?"

"I read about it in a newspaper."

Well, he hadn't. He remembered the name because it was their firm who had defended him when Mysterio revealed his identity.

"Oh... Come on, let's take the subway."

"Yeah, sure."

Half an hour later, they were entering the office building. Peter raised an eyebrow. He opened his mouth, then closed it without a word. Matt tilted his head towards him.

"What is it?"

"Huh, what?"

"You wanted to say something. But for some indefinite reason, you didn't."

"Are you really blind?"

"That wasn't what you wanted to say, but to answer your question- yes. I am blind."

"Then how-"

"I had an accident when I was a kid. Lost my eyesight. But my other senses heightened. So I can't see you, but I sort of can."

"Wow. That is... creepy."

Matt smiled.

They stopped in front of a door, and the lawyer stepped forward to open the entrance of his office. Upon entering, Peter was surprised to see a small office.

With the name and fame Nelson, Murdock and Page had earned, he imagined a medium sized office, if not something big. Right in front, was a desk with a young lady sitting behind it. And on either sides of the office were two cubicles. Peter could see a shadow of a man in one of the cubicles.

The lady on the front stood up as soon as she saw them come in. The man from inside the cubicle opened the door and entered the front room.

"

Karen, can you send me the Puni-" He stopped as soon as he saw the folk present.

"Well, who do we have here, Matt?"

"Foggy, Page, this is Peter. Peter, these are my partners."

Peter took a step forward and held out his hand. Foggy took it first.

"Mister Nelson, I've heard a lot about you. You're quite the lawyer, shook the entire of Queens."

"You're from Queens?"

Peter nodded. Then he turned towards Page and shook her hand, too. She just smiled.

Foggy brought a seat forward and motioned Peter to sit.

"So, how can we help you?"

Before Peter could answer, Matt cleared his throat.

"About that... He's going to help us."

Both the partners looked at each other and then back at Matt.

"What do you mean?" Karen asked.

Peter looked at Matt with pleading eyes. He knew what was going on in Matt's head. No! Please don't! He mouthed.

"Peter, it's fine. Really. They know about the other me too."

Foggy darted his eyes between them and then went wide-eyed once he realised what was being spoken about here.

"Peter, you're a vigilante too?"

Peter hung his head and closed his eyes.

"Oh, God."

"Foggy, wait..." Matt told with a big grin plastered on his face.

"But, you're just a kid from Queens. And the only hero that operates ther-" Foggy stood up. Karen's jaw dropped as she realised what Foggy was getting to.

"You're Spider-Man."

Peter looked up, and just nodded.

"You're THE Spider-Man!"

"Yup."

"You're the AMAZING Spider-Man!"

"What? No! No! That's not me... That's the other Peter."

The whole room went silent. All their eyes were now towards Peter... Even though Matt couldn't see.

"The OTHER Peter?" Matt asked. "You mean there is another Spider-Man out there?"

"Two more, actually."

Foggy coughed. "TWO more?"

"No, wait... Actually, I'm not sure. There may be an infinite number of Spider-People." Peter shrugged.

"Excuse me? Did you just shrug that off like it was something you'd hear on a daily basis? Matt, tell me the kid's kidding."

"I wish I could, Foggy, but his heartbeat is normal. He's not lying. Or maybe he is."

Karen took a step forward.

"Peter, can you explain to us whatever you just said?"

Peter nodded and started on with his story... from the beginning. He began with the reveal of his identity, then this firm defending him and then about the five "misguided and unfortunate" bad guys and the other two Spider-Men, all of whom had absolutely no way home. In the end, the whole world no longer knew that a seventeen year old kid had ever existed.

Half an hour later, they all sat there stunned. And stricken.

Foggy was the first to speak, as always.

"Damn, that must've been one helluva journey for you."

Peter nodded and wiped a tear falling from his watery eyes. "Yeah, it was."

Karen reached out and held Peter's hand.

"I'm so sorry about your aunt and your friends."

She just got a smile in response.

"May was your aunt... Dear Lord. Such a wonderful woman." Matt said.

Peter looked at him."Wait, you knew May? How?"

"Through F.E.A.S.T. Foggy and I, we helped them a lotta times during our college days. I met her there..."

"Wow. That explains why she came to you for help."

Matt nodded.

"Alright," Peter rubbed his eyes. "Let's get to buisness. How can I help?"

Foggy stood up and brought some files from under the front desk.

"There's a rising crime syndicate. They've been involved in smuggling, trafficking, extortion and much more. Started about a couple of months ago. Matt tried to track them down, but to no avail. We've been trying to follow every step and pattern of theirs, but we keep ending back to square one. Believe it or not, this is the second such syndicate which has been a pain in the ass... Last one was two years ago."

Peter looked up. "Who was it the last time?"

"Wilson Fisk." Matt answered. "I put that guy behind the bars for the first time four years ago, then, found a way out. Two years ago, I busted his ass yet again. But, it's not him. It can't be."

"Why? I mean, if he's broken out before, he can do it again."

"Yes, but he promised to stay in this time... If he didn't, I'd go after his wife."

"Okay, so maybe he hid his wife in some other country, or in a saf-"

"Nope. There's not a chance."

"How? Why?"

Karen got up, and went to her desk. She opened a drawer and pulled out a newspaper.

"Look at this... It's last month's." She handed Peter the paper.

Peter looked at the front page, and read the headlines in bold letters. He read it again. Then looked up with a frown.

Foggy could see the questions on his face.

"You see? It can't be him. Because Wilson Fisk is dead."