Peter was practicing backflips on top of a building, listening for anything that might need his attention. He was also doing his best to not hover around the shooting range, because there wasn't anything suspicious about it, and he needed to leave well enough alone. He wasn't supposed to do any investigating anyway. It was probably nothing.

"Peter," Karen said. He landed on his feet, arms spread, and wobbled for a moment.

"Yeah, Karen?"

"My scanners have reported a disturbance at the shooting range." Peter froze at Karens words.

"What... kind of disturbance?"

"A silent alarm has been tripped, and calls have been made to 911 reporting hearing gunfire and explosions. Would you like me to plot a route?" Peter was launching himself off the building before Karen had even finished speaking.

"Yes please, Karen." Peter adjusted his trajectory as Karen let a map pop up in the corner of his sight, and he followed that as fast as he could to the shooting range. He was only three blocks out when he heard it.

He'd just released his web, and was about to shoot a new one when the most tortured scream he'd ever heard pierced the air. His vision blurred and he flailed in the air for a moment, trying to regain his equilibrium. His fingers caught the edge of a building, and he hauled himself up and sat for a moment, just breathing.

"Karen?"

"Yes, Peter?"

"Did that scream come from the shooting range?" Karen was silent for a moment.

"As far as I can tell, that would be an accurate estimate." Peter took a deep breath. "Would you like me to alert Mr. Stark?"

"No thanks, Karen. I think I've got this." He launched himself off the building, and continued on towards the shooting range. There was definitely something iffy about the place, and he'd be damned if he didn't get to figure out what it was.


Matts week had been terrible. Beyond the lack of business at Nelson and Murdock, he'd been trying to chase down the kidnappers and keep Foggy in the dark about his night time activities.

Which had been hard when he'd had to ask the man to read the address on the kidnappers burner phone to him, and then been unable to explain where he'd gotten the phone in the first place, and why it was so important that Foggy read the text for him. He'd ended up having Karen read it, but then it was a full day later and the warehouse was already empty, and he was back to where he'd started. Mostly.

He'd been there just as a man had entered, and followed his movements as he grabbed a hat that had been left in one of the offices. Then, Matt had cornered him and demanded to be told where they'd moved their operations to. Unfortunately, he couldn't hand the man off to the police without some sort of evidence, and he'd had to let him go.

Then came jumping through hoops to find the leader of the operation and uncover who they were working for. They'd had no definitive answer for him, but they did give him a location. The upside was that he'd busted the entire trafficking ring in the process, because they'd still had the 'merchandise' in the warehouse when he'd called the cops on them.

After that, they'd had a sudden rush of cases from people being falsely accused of breaking and entering, or otherwise stealing from the companies that they worked for, and Matt had to put the kidnapping out of mind for a few days, because Foggy and Karen refused to be stuck with the workload.

All in all, the only satisfying thing that week had been the busting of the massive trafficking ring, and the freeing of approximately half of the kidnapped people from the last month.

Right now, he was finally on his way to check out the address that he'd been given, ostensibly that of a nondescript shooting range. It was late afternoon, or early evening, but he'd put this off for long enough and was willing to risk being seen in daylight if it meant that he could save the lives of a few more kidnapped people.

He would have ridden the subway, as that would have been faster, but attracting attention while out in his Daredevil costume would have just been asking for trouble. As such he'd taken the rooftop route, and had to pause to take a breath, because despite his enhanced senses, he was still just a man. He extended his hearing, just listening to the city as he breathed, and contemplated his life.

A loud boom interrupted his thoughts, and he estimated its location to be approximately his current destination. Well, break time was over.

"Dear Lord, give me strength." he murmured as he forced himself back to his feet and took off in the direction of the explosion. Almost as soon as he'd left the rooftop, another explosion sounded.

He was almost to the shooting range before he heard sirens. He hated sirens. They were always so disorienting, but at least that meant that he'd at least have some back up. He stopped on a building across the street from the shooting range for a moment, just to listen.

Faint gunfire, screams, someone shouting. He focused on that last, as it seemed the most useful.

"... need backup! Deadpool…" the man cut off with a wet gasp, and Matt figured he'd probably been shot. But that answered one question and raised another. The explosions were likely caused by Deadpool, but then, what was he here for?

Matt prepared to climb down the building, ready to face whatever lay ahead, when an earth shattering wail pierced the air, so loud that the ground almost shook from the force of it. Matt stumbled back and collapsed to his knees, tears springing to his eye's at the sheer volume of it. He clapped his hands over his ears, although that didn't do much. It was probably over far sooner than it felt, but Matt stayed crouched on that building for almost five minutes before his ears stopped ringing enough for him to reorient himself.

Whatever was going on in that building, it was big. Bigger than Matt himself could likely handle, though he would certainly try. And if Deadpool was in there, and if the Spider kid watching him followed, they could probably handle it together. They'd have to.