I know, I know, I'm attempting this one again but I recently felt the drive to do one after watching Netflix's Daredevil and the episodes with the Punisher in them, and it got me thinking about some new ideas that I could use, and so that's where I came up with bringing this story back, making it a good read and I will make sure NOT to delete it ever again, that I swear to everyone of you who are reading this story.

So, in this, I'm of course using my OC George Edwards/The Bladewolf, who is just a normal man with some good skills in fighting and with guns, waging a war against crime and with a tragic origin because those always shape heroes or anti-heroes. And of course, the OC is paired with Felicia Hardy/Black Cat.

Disclaimer: I do not own Spider-Man. I only own the OC George Edwards/The Bladewolf.

Somewhere in Hell's Kitchen, New York, a car drove down a street before passing a building, turned a corner before the car turned and drove up a path that led to the back of a building as a man watched it go before he went back to looking out and keeping an eye out for any unfamiliar people. Suddenly, he was struck with the head by a bullet fired from a silencer.

Unaware of what just happened, the driver parked the car before getting out and opened the door for his passenger who was a middle-aged man in a business suit. They started making their way to the back of the building where an entrance was, only to come across a man with a German Shepard, which barked at them but was held back by the man.

"Apologies about him, Mr. Nesbitt." The man apologised

"Best you mind him, Thomas." Nesbitt said warningly, giving the dog a distasteful look before continuing on, while Thomas walked the dog away.

"You miserable mutt! I ought to put you down!" Thomas snarled at the dog as he led it over to a shelf and tied it's chain around one of the shelf legs as the dog whined. Thomas raised his arm, about to hit the dog, but then scoffed and walked away. However, he was grabbed by a figure in the shadows and pulled in where a struggle was heard, followed by something stabbing through flesh and the sound of blood dripping to the floor followed by a 'thud!'

The dog's whines died down as the figure walked over and crouched down, petting the dog which basked in the attention. The figure then untied the chain and removed it from the dog before standing and walking away, but instead of running away the dog just sat down and waited, licking it's chops.

Inside the building, a gathering of the Kitchen Irish was taking place. The Kitchen Irish were, as the name suggests, an Irish mob that had cemented it's place in New York for a long time. They used to be a lot worse than what they do now, but ever since WIlson Fisk became the Kingpin of Crime, he kept them in check if their operations interfered with his business. However, lately the Kitchen Irish were becoming bolder, wanting to go back to the way they were before they started to fear Fisk's wrath upon them.

Nesbitt walked into the room where the meeting was taking place. "Smells like dog shit!" He said loudly as everyone looked to their leader when a man laughed

"There's a pot calling the kettle." The man hugged Nesbitt, 'Someone get this poor man a drink."

The driver walked to the bar and began to pour a drink, "Grotto, you mangy shite. How's the view up Nesbitt's ass?" A man asked but was ignored as Grotto handed Nesbitt his drink

"Gentlemen, if you'll permit me a word before we begin." Nesbitt said holding his glass, "This is a night for celebration. A night to discuss the future of our family, the gratitude we feel for the support of his father." Nesbitt said pointing to a young man who smiled, "But perhaps as important it is also a moment for sober reflection."

"Sober, my ass." A man scoffed causing Nesbitt to glare at him and the man shifted uncomfortably.

"Two hundred years ago, our people were little more than dirt farmers, struggling just to survive." Nesbitt continued. "They had nothing but their hopes and their fists, and they brought both of them along when they came to America, many to this very city." The man reached for the bottle but it was snatched, "Think you've had enough, George. Now some of you are young so there's no reason you'd remember, but there was a time, before Wilson Fisk, before the Devil of Hell's Kitchen, when the Irish owned Hell's Kitchen. Wasn't a mother's son could make a move without giving us our due, and any sorry shite dull enough to cross us paid a heavy price. We had the cops, judges, councilmen. We had the whole bloody city at our beck and call. But we got complacent. Lost our edge, started to let the fear of Fisk keep us submissive unlike Hammerhead or the Magia. Our fear continued just enough for pieces of garbage like The Dogs and Mexican Cartel to steal what was rightfully ours. That's right. Some, in fact, ran. A few maybe even deigned to work for them. Siding against their own kind. But now they've overstepped they killed some of our own at Central Park, and that, gentlemen, has provided us with a singular opportunity. The Russians are dead. The Chinese, they turned tail and ran, leaving the drug trade ripe for the taking. The yakuza have gone silent."

"Piss on 'em!"

"Piss on 'em all!" Nesbitt growled

"Piss on 'em all." Everyone said

"Cause this is our time! Anyone crosses us, Fisk, the cops, Spider-Man, we'll paint the streets red with their blood. And when they're gone, we'll make your father-" he pointed to the young man from earlier. "-proud, and purge ourselves of the filthy traitors who betrayed their own kind and make Hell's Kitchen ours again!"

BANG!

Suddenly a gunshot went off, a bullet shattered through a window and went right through Nesbitt's skull, sending blood flying as he fell to the floor.

The startled Irish mobsters got to their feet to return fire, but the shooter was now going full automatic as the men were being gunned down by what sounds like an assault rifle. The mobsters shot through the windows but they were unable to see where their shooter was shooting from, and so were unable to get a hit. But the shooter could clearly see them for they continued firing, gunning down everyone. One mobster got shot in the neck and blood gushed out like a fountain as he fell to his knees and then to the floor. Bottles of Irish whiskey were shot in the chaos, the walls, the floor, and even the ceiling were coated in the blood of the ones shot.

Grotto jumped over a bar and cowered behind it until eventually the gunfire stopped. All except Grotto had been ruthlessly gunned down. Grotto let out trembling breaths as he started to move, only to wince in pain upon feeling his side flare up in pain, but with adrenaline pushing him, he made it to his feet and ran, trying to ignore the sight of the men he knew all dead.

"God, it's been a chaotic week." Captain Yuri Watanabe sighed as she exited the police precinct with two detectives, Martinez and Johnson. "Any luck on finding out who's been hitting the Dogs of Hell and the Cartel?"

"No." Johnson sighed as they stood at the doors. "Whoever's doing this is smart to cover their tracks, but they're using some military-grade weaponry."

"Officers!" The three cops looked to see Grotto running over to them, nearly getting knocked down but he made it over. "Arrest me!"

"What?" Yuri asked with a raised eyebrow

"Come on, I know something about the Irish Mob." Grotto said

"No need to arrest you, come on." Martinez said opening the door and letting Grotto inside.

Ten minutes later, Grotto was sitting in an interrogation room with Yuri, Martinez and Johnson, "Fifteen men, tough Irish. Armed. All of them blown away. It was a massacre. We weren't hit by any rival family there. I'm telling you, we were... hit by an army."

"That's quite a story." Johnson said.

Grotto gave her a glare. "It's the truth. If you don't believe me, you can go see for yourself. Burren Club, 47th and 10th. Can't miss it. It's the part of New York that looks like a goddamn war zone."

"What's your involvement in their organization?" Yuri asked

"Brannigan. I've run with them for a long time. I don't deny it. Pick-ups, drop-offs, sometimes doing things I shouldn't be. No question, I'm no choir boy. I'm tellin' ya, I just skirt the surface. Unlike the men I work for, and the guys that did this. I'm telling ya, I had nothing to do with that massacre." Grotto said.

"Assuming you're correct and the Irish were hit by a powerful crime syndicate tonight... if you're the only one who survived, your good fortune's gonna rub some dangerous people the wrong way." Martinez said

"No shit! I got a pack of killers gunning for my men. My people think I'm a traitor or a rat." Grotto said.

"So, what can we do for you, Mister..." Johnson trailed off

"I'm Grotto." Grotto said

"Grotto what?" Yuri asked

"Just Grotto. Witness protection. You guys need to get me the hell out of here before I end up in the only place hotter than this permanently. I'll give the cops anything to get me out of New York. I know I'm a criminal but I just want to change my career? A second chance, that's all I want. I know I'm only coming here with my word. I got nobody to vouch for me, Please."

"We'll look into it." Yuri nodded, causing Grotto to let out a sigh of relief before he shuddered then suddenly collapsed. Quickly, the cops ran to check on him only to find a deep cut in his side. "Get him medical attention. Now!"

Johnson and Martinez nodded and carefully lifted Grotto before escorting him out of the room while Yuri sighed before she took out her phone and dialled a number, which rang for five whole seconds before she got an answer.

"Yuri?"

"Spider-Man, hope you're not too busy right now because there's something you should know. Head to the Burren Club, 47th and 10th in Hell's Kitchen. Sounds like there was a massacre tonight..."

"Woah..." The Amazing Spider-Man AKA Peter Parker though only a very small few knew who he really was, had his eyes widened behind his mask as he came into the meeting room and saw the massacre for himself. "Man, what happened here? Did the Terminator pay these guys a visit or something?"

"A massacre is what happened." Yuri said as she walked over and grimaced at the sight of one of the men with a gunshot wound through his head. "Every time I think we've seen it all Hell's Kitchen manages to sneak up and surprise me."

"Captain, it's gonna take weeks the process all of this." Martinez said.

"Oh Jesus." Johnson, getting their attention and they looked to see one of the men had a missing hand. "Where's his hand?"

Peter narrowed his eyes behind his mask as he looked around. Someone had hit these guys hard and left no survivors, well save one according to Yuri but he had been admitted to the hospital due to an injury in his side sustained while he was trying to find cover from the gunfire.

"Hey, look at this." Martinez said, crouched next to a body as Spider-Man, Yuri and Johnson walked over. "Now, what kind of bullet can punch through polyethylene fiber vest thicker than my dick then punch straight through the same shit on his back?"

"Why would an Irish mobster were body armour to a private meeting at his own club?" Spider-Man asked with a frown. "I mean, this guy's part of the Kitchen Irish, owns this club, you'd think he'd feel more relaxed to go without it, right?"

Yuri sighed before she turned to him. "The DA's been going bat shit trying to figure it out. This isn't the first hit that matches this MO. Call it massive gang-on-gang overkill. Some think there's new players in Hell's Kitchen, and whoever they are , we're talking some kind of paramilitary-type organization with the training, knowledge and hardware to take out half the city."

"What do they want?" Spider-Man asked.

"That's what's driving the DA nuts. We don't know who they are. We just know who they're not." Yuri said.

"Judging from tonight, they are not fond of the Irish." Johnson remarked as a body was taken out of the room. "This is worse than what happened to the Dogs of Hell last week."

"The biker gang?" Spider-Man asked, getting a nod.

"Not only that, but the Cartel was also hit, same MO." Martinez said.

"So whoever is doing this has targeted three of the big gangs in New York." Spider-Man deduced. "I wonder if Fisk has hired some assassins to finally get rid of some annoying competition."

"Doubt it." Yuri said before taking a look around. "The morgues are gonna be full tonight. Spider-Man, think you can do your thing, rattle a few cages, see if anyone will spill anything about this group that's been massacring their targets?"

"I'll see what I can do." Spider-Man nodded before leaving.

"So, we've got a group of trained killers going around, targeting the Kitchen Irish, the Dogs of Hell and the Cartel? Someone's bold." The voice of Mary Jane Watson, Peter's girlfriend, partner and expert at gaining information through computers or talking with someone, said as Peter swung on a webline before shooting another to swing on.

"Yeah. All I know is the lone survivor, Grotto, was admitted to the hospital." Spider-Man said. "I'm going to look around, see if anyone will talk, might get a clue to who's doing this."

"Right, well what hospital is Grotto at? Maybe I can pay a visit and talk with him?" MJ suggested.

"No, MJ, this guy is a criminal and-"

"And I can take care of myself." MJ said with a little anger in her voice. "After all, I help you, don't I? i'll call you when I finish talking to him. Know what hospital he's at?"

Peter sighed, knowing his girlfriend was stubborn and he relented. As long as she didn't get hurt or drew the gang of killers to come after her. "He's at the Metro General hospital."

A man was selling guns to some customers, "You got your break-action singles, your side-by-side, your over-unders, and the classic pump-action. All guaranteed to supersede every other on the market."

"None of these is semis." A man noted

"Aw, what do you need semis for, couple bad-asses like you?" The dealer asked

"Whatever this army is, they're planting men by the dozen, Turk. No semis, no deal."

"Man, I have seen you shoot. No semi's gonna magically make you have good aim. Saw these off, spread your blast, and thank me later, 'cause you ain't no deadeye." Turk said

"What'd you just say?" The buyer asked with a glare before a whistle sounded off and they looked to see Spider-Man jump down

"Oh, shit." The men ran off as Turk sighed in annoyance,

"Really?" Turk asked. "You gotta interfere in my business?

"The Irish had a whole squad massacred tonight." Spider-Man said

"That's a damn shame, 'cause I'm fresh out of sympathy cards." Turk replied closing his trunk

"There's talk about an army in town. Military-grade firepower, high volume. Who's the supplier, Turk?" Spider-Man asked firmly.

"You think I know? Shit like that's so high above my pay grade." Turk scoffed before Spider-Man punched him across the face and pinned him against his car.

"Gonna talk now or do I need to make you?" Spider-Man threatened.

"Okay, listen. I did hear somethin' from a guy in Rikers. Every gang worth shit's trying to take control of New York, to take down Fisk even. I even heard the cartel's getting into it. They're bringing up some heavy munitions from Juarez. Military-grade."

"Where?"

"Warehouse. Meatpacking District, 13th Street, and something, that's all I know.'

Spider-Man nodded. "Thanks." With that, he webbed him to his car. "Have a nice time in prison." With that, he swung off on a webline.

"Hey! I can't go back to jail!" Turk shouted before groaning in annoyance.

Meanwhile, at Metro General, Mary Jane walked through the hallways and quietly snuck into the room where Grotto was lying in bed, causing the man to jump awake. "Hey, hey-"

"Shh." Mary Jane hissed. "I'm not here to hurt you, I just want to talk."

"About what?" Grotto asked cautiously.

"About the massacre of the Burren Club." Mary Jane said, taking a seat next to the bed. "I'm a reporter from the Daily Bugle. Grotto, tell me about it and I can help you, help to find whoever attacked."

"it was an army that attacked, that means more than one." Grotto pointed out. "We never even saw them. If they know I'm alive, they're gonna come here and finish the job. So do yourself a favour, babe, get out of here while you're still alive."

"Yeah, no thanks." Mary Jane said with a smirk. "So, start talking. What do you know about the hits on the Dogs of Hell and the Cartel, as well as why the Kitchen Irish would be massacred tonight?"

At the meatpacking district on 13th street, Spider-Man entered through a ventilation system and jumped down to the floor, looking around but found the warehouse empty and quiet except for the Spanish movie playing on the television

The Wallcrawler walked toward the back by the best hooks and froze as he found members of the cartel strung up on meat hooks. Quickly, he ran to each body and found their guts cut open or the meat hooks running them through a vital artery before he heard wheezing. "No, please, no, no, no, no, no."

Running to the surviving man, who had a meathook going through his shoulder and bullet wounds, Spider-Man said, "It's okay. I'm gonna get you down."

He wrapped his arms around the man's legs and lifted him off the meat hook, before he called for an ambulance, "Stay with me buddy, okay. Who did this?" Spider-Man asked

"No one escapes this. No one can get away." The man said through shaking breaths.

"Tell me. Tell me who they are." Spider-Man said

"No "they." Him. It's one man." The man said, which caused Peter's eyes to wide underneath his mask.

At the Metro General hospital, a pair of armoured boots walked along the floor as a figured was clad in a long leather trench coat with the hood up. The figure didn't even slow or break his pace as a cop up ahead spotted him and moved to intercept, drawing his gun. "Hold it right there, remove the hood and show me your face." The cop demanded, but the figure snatched the gun, slammed it into the cop's face, then knocked him out with a punch, causing nearby nurses to scream and hide in rooms.

The figure dismantled the gun and tossed it into a trashcan without slowing down or breaking his pace as he continued walking. As he turned to walk down another corridor, he reached into his trench coat and took out a Benelli M4 shotgun.

In Grotto's room, MJ and Grotto heard the scream of a nurse which startled them. "What was that?" Grotto asked as MJ went to check only to see people running. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no."

"Shit." MJ cursed

"Someone's come to finish the job." Grotto said standing up. MJ opened the door a little and looked out, only to see the figure come down the hallway with the shotgun in hand, causing her eyes to widen before she quickly shut the door and turned to Grotto.

"We gotta go. Now!" She said hurriedly and helped him over to the door before she opened it and they ran out in full view of the figure, who lifted the shotgun and aimed forward. He fired off a shot, but hit a wall, causing MJ and Grotto to duck as they kept running while the figure just walked fast, firing the shotgun at them but not hitting them each time he fired.

MJ and Grotto ran to a door that led to the staircase, though she screamed a little when a gunshot went off and the wall next to her was hit by the bullet. She shoved the door open and pulled Grotto along with her, the two racing down the stairs before coming out to the car lot here they ran to her car.

"Get in!" MJ said once she unlocked the car and they got in. MJ started the engine and drove off, screaming when a bullet shattered one of her side mirrors but she didn't slow down.

Up on a rooftop, the figure had a sniper rifle set up, and he was looking through the scope with his target set on Grotto. He was waiting for the right moment to fire and was just about to pull the trigger as he got a view of Grotto, when a webline attached to his back and he was pulled away from the sniper.

"Hey! That's not very nice you know!" The figure looked to see Spider-Man arrive and got to his feet, but Spider-Man jumped down and tried to kick him but the figure ducked and blocked a punch from the web-swinger, punched him in the stomach, elbowed him in the face before hip-tossing him into the ground. The figure raised his fist and brought it down, but Spider-Man rolled out the way, shot another webline and propelled himself at the figure with a dropkick sending the assassin into a wall with a grunt.

The figure saw the sniper rifle beside him and picked it up, aiming it at Spider-Man but the vigilante jumped and grappled with him, causing the gun to fire off a couple of times before the figure delivered a headbutt that forced Spider-Man back.

"Dude! Is your head made out of metal or something?" The webswinger groaned before his spider sense went off as the figured aimed the gun at him and the spider-themed hero jumped to avoid the bullet, shot a webline out and yanked the gun, swung it and tried to hit the assassin with it but the assassin ducked and tackled Spider-Man when he landed on his feet, slammed him into the wall then delivered a left and a right, followed by a knee to the stomach and then a huge headbutt which caused Spider-Man's vision to blur as he fell to his knees.

'Maybe this guy really is the terminator...' Peter thought with a groan as he shook his head and his vision cleared, but when he looked up he was startled.

The assassin was gone...

And that's it for the first chapter everyone. I hope you all enjoyed it. yeah, took a little bit out of Netflix's Daredevil for the OC's introduction, which is based off the Punisher's intro in that series.