My version of the Marvel Universe: No Secret Invasion, House of M, or Civil War. Well, maybe a bit of post-Civil War. I may go and back and forth between traditional Marvel and Ultimate Marvel.

Chinatown, New York:

"This came from Jigsaw?!"

"Yeah. He's calling for a temporary truce."

"For what?! The black and Latino gangs will only agree with us."

"It's because the Snypa and the Black Rose have come to New York."

"Why?"

"To get married. Their upcoming wedding has been publicized by the media."

"I think the blacks and Latinos will go with the truce."

"What makes you say that, man?"

"Because, like us, their groups have lost many to the vigilantes."

"And?"

"And like us, they will want to seek revenge."

"I get it! We crash the wedding and kill the Snypa and the Black Rose!"

"Exactly."

Then glass broke and explosions screamed through the air. It looked like it was raining fire. And death. Screams echoed through the air as burning bodies ran amok, trying to put themselves out. Flying Dragons leader Johnny Eng stared at the demon that stood before him once it touched the ground.

He looked human, but his eyes...

It was his eyes that revealed him to be a monster. This black monster had just killed a majority of his men. Unnoticed and unseen. The "man" was almost as big as the warehouse the two were in.

"Johnny Eng...you've been Sentenced."

"You..."

Johnny reached for his .38 Special, a kid's plaything next to the Sentencer's S-and-Dub 500 hand cannon, which separated his right hand from his wrist. With his remaining hand, Eng grabbed a nearby dagger and ran at the Sentencer.

"Begone, you evil black monster!"

Johnny Eng felt nothing as his head exploded in a flash of red. The Sentencer turned around to the few remaining Dragons, who were by now taking off out of the warehouse and into their cars. He pulled something out of his pocket.

If this were a time Luther Jones ever smiled, this would be it. He said nothing as he pressed a button on the switch he pulled out. Seconds later, giant fireballs the size of sedans engulfed the air.

"Boom."

And with that, Luther Jones made his way out of the warehouse. What he did not expect to see was a man applauding him.

"And your dark natures seem to exceed my own, Luther."

Jones looked the man up and down. He was also black. Same black trenchcoat, and also wearing all black. Unlike Jones, he was not bald but with braids going to the back. The man was smaller than he was.

Damijin Spade. There was also someone else with him.

Black and red gear, his face covered by a mask and carrying a wrist-mounted crossbow.

Night Thrasher. But not the Night Thrasher. The original Night Thrasher had died in the Stamford Incident, where Nitro tried to kamikaze himself and a majority of the heroes.

This Night Thrasher was the older brother of the original. Donyell Taylor, also known as the mutant Bandit, who was a walking taser.

"Night Thrasher and the Snypa..."

Jones walked up to Spade as the two exchanged a handshake. Spade was impressed by Jones' grip as well as his size. The brother was a beast.

"Nice to finally meet you too, Luther," Spade said.

Spade had never actually worked with Jones, but he knew what made him wage his war. It was in Jones' teen years when he found his beloved Uncle Marcus and his first love Jamie, shot dead by loan sharks at his uncle's garage. Uncle Marcus and Jamie meant everything to Luther and they were taken from him. He didn't know all the details, but he knew why Jones fought his own war.

"Damijin. Congratulations."

"Thank you, Luther."

A part of Spade did not want him to go through with this wedding. After what happened to Sari, his very first love, he felt like he couldn't have any attachments in his life. He knew he had to sacrifice happiness and his humanity to win the war. Or he thought he had to.

Until she came along. And they fell in love. Deeply.

Spade feared for Rose's life sometimes. And sometimes he tried to talk her into living a normal life again. But Rose would not hear of it. She knew she had to abandon her own family for the sake of protecting them from the Maracellis. From Raphiel. But since Spade could not change her mind, he added her to the list of people that were close to his heart and knew he had to sever ties to for their sake. And his.

But he couldn't let Rose go. For some reason, she just stayed in his heart. And that's how they ended up in New York.

Albany, New York:

United States Marshal Thomas Crawford and FBI Agent William Rustle of the Snypa Task Force as well as Detective Martin Soap of the Punisher Task Force met at a local Krispy Kreme for donuts and coffee. They had a feeling that if Spade was in New York, Castle was back as well. Joining them were Federal Agents Samuel Keaton, Diana Sullivan, and Crawford colleague Miguel Quintanez.

"Thomas, how's the Spade/Black Rose hunt going?" asked Quintanez.

"How's life on the Sentencer Task Force?" asked Crawford.

"We keep getting our asses kicked, that's what," replied Keaton. "Big man can move."

"Same with Spade," agreed Rustle. "One thing about vigilantes: they are somewhat dedicated to their war."

"And nothing will stop them but death." chimed Sullivan.

"Or us busting their asses."

"Well, hell..."

Just then, about seven people in ski mask and hunting gear stormed inside the Krispy Kreme, armed with Berettas and Glocks. One of them happened to have a pump-action.

"Everybody down!"

The one with the shotgun jumped behind the counter and put the barrel up to the cashier's chin.

"You, open the register!"

The other thugs spread out.

"All we want is the money, nobody has to die today!"

The feds, the Marshals, and Soap sprung into action, weapons drawn.

Soap: "NYPD!"

Quintanez and Crawford: "U.S. Marshals!"

Rustle, Sullivan, and Keaton: "FBI!"

All: "Freeze!!"

One of the punks took a nearby woman hostage.

"Drop those fuckin' guns or I blow her brains out!"

The six defenders of the law could not risk a gunfight in a crowded resturant. While the others put their guns down, Keaton with his dual 6" Colt Pythons and Crawford with his HK-SOCOM were not ready to give up so easily. To put down their guns meant the death of everyone in this place, including themselves. These motherfuckers would not hesitate to kill an FBI agent if it meant them getting a rep and Keaton knew it.

They briefly looked at each other. And if one ever thought about it, Keaton and Crawford were alike. Both were hell-bent on getting their men they were assigned to bring to justice. And if their task was to catch vigilantes, what would stop them from killing street punks?

The hostage that was taken, her eyes pleaded with Crawford and Keaton to save her. She didn't want to die. All she wanted was a dozen of donuts to take home to her family. Crawford and Keaton didn't want to see her die.

"Thomas, Sam- put them down!" said Sullivan. "We can't risk a firefight!"

"And I don't negotiate with thugs or terrorists," said Keaton coldly.

"Me either," agreed Crawford.

He turned to the punks.

"Now if you know what's good for you, you'll put your weapons down and put your hands on your heads."

The fed and the Marshal were about to fire, when one of the civilians jumped up and lunged from behind and the guy who took the woman hostage. The punk's buddies turned around at the struggle. Sullivan and the others picked up their weapons as all six fired at the distracted robbers, hitting them in the knees. When the civilian man got ahold of the gun, he pulled him back and to the ground.

But that left the guy with the shotgun, who was setting up a shot at the man...

"Gun!"

Crawford and Keaton turned to the shotgun man and filled his ass up with cold steel, nailing him in the chest to knock him back into a rack of fresh donuts and finally to the counter, where he lay bleeding.

After calling for an ambulance and cuffing and unmasking the remaining thugs, who were Latino.

"DDP," muttered Quintanez.

"DDP?" asked Sullivan.

"Dominicans Don't Play," added Soap. "They've infested Manhattan, Queens, the Bronx, and Brooklyn. Mostly all of New York City."

"But what are they doing here in Albany?" asked Rustle.

"Don't know."

Quintanez turned to one of the cuffed punks and kicked him repeatedly in the stomach.

"You fuckin' puta de mierda! You disgrace real Latinos, you little shit!"

By now, the other five had struggled to pull Quintanez off of the wounded little thug. Soap turned to them.

"You're lucky we caught you instead of Castle. Or maybe Spade. They would've fucked you up."

Crawford walked over to the man who saved everyone's lives and possibly, his.

"Thank you, sir," said Crawford. "But that was foolish. Don't ever try to take a gun from someone."

The man smiled.

"I'm also a New York policeman. Well, ex-cop."

"What's your name?"

"Former Captain Troy Guilford."

"What precinct?"

"76th. In Brooklyn."

Spanish Harlem- Latin King Territory

One of the oldest Latino gangs in U.S. History, the Latin Kings, were gathered. Their warlord, Hector Gonzales, was waiting on someone. With 50 people. The Almighty King and Queen Nation orignally started in Chicago, then migrating to NYC. They had cut a violent path to the top in New York's gang struggle. Until the Kingpin's death, the Kings would do a couple of jobs. A few "persuasion" jobs here, some collection jobs there, and so on. They had been mighty on their own, but with Wilson Fisk's grip on New York City, they became unstoppable- crossing to the East Harlem and taking down some mayates and claiming their territory for their own, forcing those black bastards to Rochester, Yonkers, and Buffalo.

But when Fisk was killed, the Crips and Bloods temporarily united for the sake of Black Power and with their combined forces- they drove those spics out of their homes. Since then, every gang has fought for control of the Big Apple's streets.

Until he came.

Gonzales described the man as a nightmare. A demon with a twisted sense of reasoning. His face was completely destroyed and looked as it were pieced back together. He had called himself Jigsaw. He was recollection on Jigsaw's words:

"Like myself and many others, you and other gangs have lost many of your crew to people like the Punisher, the Snypa, and the Black Rose. It just so happens that the Snypa will be here in New York with the Black Rose. They're gonna get married. Well, me and my boys- we want to show those two what it means to mess with the best. And if you want in, Mr. Hector Gonzales, then you need to form a truce with the other Latino gangs as well as the black and Asian gangs as well."

Hector looked up and called over one of his men.

"Jaime!"

Jaime, a young skinny Puerto Rican, ran over to him.

"Yeah?"

"Go and tell the other gangs we accept their truce. In one month, we join Jigsaw."

"But, boss-"

"JUST DO IT, I SAID!"

"Okay..."

The New Crime Central:

Jigsaw was being joined by some new employees in Razor Fist, Typhoid Mary, Madame Masque, the Enforcers, MACH-IV and the Trapster. In addition to Raphiel and his boys, the other members of the Sinister Six decided to join Doc Ock.

The Green Goblin, under the mask being Norman Osborn. He looked around while levitating on his glider.

"Otto, explain why we're here. You said it'd be worth our time."

Flint Marko, who was commonly known as the Sandman, dressed in his green shirt and khakis, stood around bored.

"Is there gonna be a score involved? I'm looking to get paid here."

Doc Ock turned to Marko.

"There will be spoils to go around."

Introduced next was Electro, a bald man who looked to be literally yellow with an electrical field surrounding him. The fifth member was Kraven the Hunter, who looked around while trying to look important.

Jigsaw stood up and went over to the Six.

"It's good to have you on our side."

Green Goblin: "The supers and vigilantes have been a pain in our ass for too long."

Electro: "Weddings should have shocking ends."

Kraven: "I'm only here for the thrill of the hunt, Russo. You can keep your money."

At that moment, the five members of the six were not facing Jigsaw. However, the man they were looking at was very pale and was wearing a blue suit.

Doc Ock: "Chameleon. Once again you fool us all."

Jigsaw stepped out from the shadows.

"The Chameleon is good to have on our side. With his powers, he can do a lot of damage," he said. "But let me introduce you to another couple of friends as well."

From behind the Six came a man out of thin air, two guns pointed at them. Each man turned around and looked they were ready to strike.

"Boys, meet The Hood."

Everyone looked at a man with a red cloak and special mystical boots, but weren't exactly impressed with his powers of invisibility. What they didn't know is that the Hood could turn into a fully-grown demon if stressed. The other "friend" of Jigsaw's was the eight foot tall Russian, accompanied by Eddie and Bobby Gnucci, who came in honor of their mother.

"You want the Punisher dead? The Russian shall oblige!"

Tombstone and Hammerhead walked into the giant office.

Hammerhead: "They've accepted. All gangs are united."

Tombstone: "It was no problem getting them to agree to a temporary truce."

Jigsaw: "And after the wedding, it'll be permanent."

"HOLD IT!"

Everyone focused their attention on a man in a black robe, his head and face completely covered.

"Mr. Russo, I don't want you to get upset, but there is a traitor in your organization."

Jigsaw: "A traitor?!"

"Yes. And I want to join your syndicate."

Jigsaw: "Who's the fuckin' sellout?!"

The man walked slowly toward the group when a red flash of light brightened the room. Moments later, Jigsaw had two smoking holes in his head as he fell to the ground, dead.

"There was no traitor, you stupid fuck."

The robed man turned to everyone as he removed the robe, revealing a black man with red contacts.

"I am Bloodknight and I am your new leader. I know all about Damijin Spade and I will help you defeat him."