A/N: Jesus, Mary and Joseph, it has been forever! I wonder if anybody has even been waiting for this...well if you have, the delivery is here. I'm so sorry for the wait. I had to study for the SATs, had a bunch of AP projects due for the last two months, funerals...just a lot of things going on. But, I'm back with Spider-Man =) Enjoy.

"What do you mean, he didn't make the drop?" a voice growled from behind the expensive wooden desk. Fancy Dan gulped slightly and slowly repeated himself.

"Townes didn't make the drop. It got stopped." Fancy Dan said. Suddenly, the shadow behind the desk rose to his feet and his massive shadow loomed over the room.

"So that means…that my one hundred and twenty thousand dollar biweekly business is done then?" he said as a puff of smoke was released from his mouth. Fancy Dan hated delivering bad news, especially to the Kingpin. It was almost like telling a father that you raped his daughter.

"Yes, sir." he replied. Without another the shadow sat down. Fancy Dan could hear the creaking of his chair as he rocked back and forth.

"Then we have a problem." the Kingpin said. "I hold this city's underground crime together with an iron fist, I've got friends in the NYPD as well as a few politicians that happen to 'overlook' some of our activities...so who the hell in their right mind would dare stop Townes from making his drop?" Kingpin asked.

"I got a glimpse of her. She was wearing a black body suit, had long platinum blonde hair and a black mask. When we tried to get to her, it was like she was completely untouchable. Ox tripped trying to get close, Montana's rope fuckin' fell outta thin air...then she kicked the boat so hard that she sunk the damn thing." Fancy Dan explained.

"She?" There was another puff of smoke. "I was going to say whoever staged this has a very large brass set of balls but seeing as though it's a woman..." Kingpin said as he trailed off. He then turned towards the window of his office that overlooked the magnificent skyline of Manhattan and nodded to himself. "I've got a plan. Call someone else back with a boat. Doesn't matter what's on it, just make sure it looks like we're trying again with the drop. If this bitch is persistent, then she'll be back." Kingpin said as he then turned around and directly faced Fancy Dan. "And when she does, leave nothing but her head, understood?"

Fancy Dan quickly nodded. "Yes, sir." he said as he slowly turned to walk out of the room. As he did, Kingpin raised his voice.

"And if you fail, you better not come in my office and tell me...or you won't be leaving under your own power." he said. Fancy Dan stopped to listen and then left the office. After Fancy Dan had left, Kingpin turned around and let out another puff of smoke. His statement was true. Everyone in this city was liable to bend under his will. He had his own private bank in downtown New York and was one of the wealthiest men in the country. Anything he wanted, he got either with money or by force. With that being said, it troubled him to think of who would be so damn foolish as to fuck with his operation...

New Midtown High School, Homeroom/First Period

"Class, we have a new student. Please welcome Ms. Felicia Hardy." Dr. Miles Warren said in a monotonous voice. After the class groaned, he raised his hand. "Yes, I know. Introducing a new student is utterly asinine and is supposed to be left in elementary school, but it's school policy to try and create a 'family' setting." he said as he then turned to Felicia. "Find yourself an empty seat and we'll begin today's lesson." Warren said as he retreated behind his desk and then turned to the board.

Peter watched as Felicia's eyes shifted across the room, seemingly scanning for any empty seats as well as the people next to them. Peter's eyes trailed down Felicia's body starting at her green eyes and then down to her...

"Peter." an irritated voice hissed. This was accompanied by a hit on his shoulder and Peter turned to his right to see Mary with an evil glare in her eyes. Peter gulped slightly and then shrugged as he showed an innocent smile. Mary Jane rolled her eyes and sighed. "Boys." she said softly. Peter felt another tap on his shoulder to his left and when he turned around, he was staring directly in Felicia's eyes. They caught him off guard and he kind of felt like a deer caught in headlights. Beautiful, emerald headlights...

"Is anybody sitting here?" Felicia said, the words trailing off her tongue as smooth and as soft as Johnson & Johnson lotion. It kind of turned Peter on.

"Nope, nobody's sat here since...well yesterday when school opened again." Peter said. Felicia gave a friendly smile and then sat next to Peter. Her attention then shifted immediately to what Dr. Warren was writing on the board. As Peter continued to watch her for a few seconds more, he then shook his head and groaned. He was acting completely smitten. And why would he? He was with Mary Jane Watson, the most beautiful girl in the entire school. There was no way he was going to let himself be distracted by some new girl with emerald green eyes that were so alluring and attractive...

Damn hormones...Peter thought as he looked up towards the board as Dr. Warren began to teach. As they were on the subject of biology, Dr. Warren's lesson began to revolve around the cellular cloning process, something that Peter had read over the three months he was out of school. While he found the subject rather intriguing, he saw that Dr. Warren took his interest into an entirely new level. In fact, it was probably the only time he ever showed this much enthusiasm about a subject.

After he had finished his lecture on phenotypes and neoplasms, he looked around the room. "Any questions or comments?" he asked, peering around through his horn-rimmed glasses. When no one raised their hands, Dr. Warren sat behind his desk. "Alright. For tonight's homework, read pages 110-123 and answer the Cell Biology Review questions. Due tomorrow with absolutely no exceptions." The bell then rang almost on cue and the students flooded out of the classroom. Peter watched as Felicia weaved her way through the crowd elegantly, leaving only he and Mary Jane in the classroom. MJ looked over towards Peter and sighed softly and Peter automatically knew what the problem was.

The walk up to MJ's second period class was silent except for the normally rowdy hallways of New Midtown. Peter felt uneasy as MJ merely only looked forward as they walked, never looking up at him. As they traversed up the steps, now alone for the most part, Mary Jane turned towards Peter and looked him in the eye.

"Looks like someone had there eyes on the new girl." she said. Although her tone was not very angry, there was a sharp lash of contempt and irritation. Peter could only looked away embarrassed. What she said was entirely true.

"I know...I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me..." he said. As the words exited his mouth, he heard his trademark nerdy voice come out and he cringed as he looked up at MJ. She kept her straight, almost stoic face for a while until finally, she cracked open a slight smirk. She then moved up the stairwell, leaving Peter standing by himself. He then quickly followed after her, catching up with her before she exited through the door. Peter pulled her back towards him and held her in his arms and looked down at her. As he did, every thought that had been on Felicia was now gone.

He could feel her heartbeat on his upper abdomen, watched as her eyes slowly blinked as she stared up at him. He felt an amazing rush as he held her as they stood alone. He was focused on her and she could feel it. Peter knew that when she smiled, flashing her teeth at him. Peter then leaned down and kissed her softly and she let him without any animosity. When he had finished, MJ only sighed. She then began to walk away. "I can't control your eyes, but remember, in this relationship, I control the zipper, Mr. Parker." she said as she walked to her class. Peter's eyes were left wide and he looked up at the ceiling and sighed.

"Women..."

Daily Bugle

"Oh God..." Jameson said as he looked outside the window of his office and saw Ben Urich exit the elevator. As he shooed out a prospective freelance photographer, he walked towards his door in an attempt to lock it down and close it. Before the door even made a creaking noise, Jameson felt the door get stopped. He knew who it was before he even looked down and kept attempting to slam the door until he heard the beautiful music of Urich yelling out in pain.

"Dammit, Jameson." he said as he pushed past his boss and entered his office. Rather morbidly sadistic, Jameson simply laughed it off as he walked back towards his desk and sat down. He then looked up as his radical reporter sat in front of his desk and let out a frustrated sigh. Jameson had heard this sigh before and he knew exactly what had happened.

"Let me guess..." he started as he took a puff of his newly lit cigar. "You didn't get anything?" he said. Urich frowned.

"I couldn't the drug shipment on film and it would've been useless for evidence anyway since the Kingpin wasn't there." Urich replied. Jameson nodded. He had figured as much. As persistent as the man was, he was often shy on results. He was an excellent photographer but barely a decent reporter. "But," Urich continued. "I did manage to get something at the very end...after I fixed my goddamned camera and all. Look." he said as he handed Jameson the camera. The grizzled man pressed play and his eyes gradually began to widen as he saw the events that were taking place.

"What the hell?" he whispered. A woman with platinum blonde hair in a tight black bodysuit was in front of a group of three men and as each other came towards her without her touching them, they all either fell or tripped. It was like they all abruptly lost their balance. It was rather intriguing, well, at least to Urich as Jameson's face of wonder then turned to a blank, stone-cold carelessness. "Just ANOTHER freak in a costume." He said as he handed Urich back his camera.

"When you say another, you're referring to Spider-Man...again?" Urich said.

"Yeah, and?" he said.

"What's your obsession with him? Has he done anything against you?" Urich asked. Jameson growled.

"What the hell is this, a psychiatric interview? I don't pay you to sit around and ask about my childhood!" he spat. Urich chuckled softly.

"Maybe you ought to hire one?" he said jokingly as he made his way towards the door.

" 'Maybe you ought to hire one' " Jameson said in a mocking and babyish voice. "Maybe I need to hire a photographer that can get something of better quality than a preteen birthday party."

New Midtown High School Library

Peter sighed peacefully as he entered into his own Fortress of Solitude...the school library. A tranquil place that was the home of quiet misfits and nerds alike. For Peter, this was a place for him to get his homework done ahead of time so that he wouldn't have to worry about it after being all night as Spider-Man. And thankfully, Mary Jane had decided to join him. After his little slip-up in first period, Peter had felt as a recovering alcoholic that had relapsed and had been attempting to mend the situation as best as he could. To his surprise, however, Mary didn't seem exactly bothered by the whole thing, especially after she had set the ground rules earlier.

The two made their way past the front desk and sat in the back of the library by the window and the heater. They then sat down and Mary Jane immediately began to get to work, pulling out her biology book and reading the pages while Peter looked at her for a little bit longer.

"You know, I am sor-" he said. MJ's eyes shot up catching him in mid-sentence.

"Peter, for the last time, it's ok. Stop apologizing." she said. Peter nodded.

"I know, it's just that I feel so guilty and..." he continued.

"Just stop. Everytime you bring it back up, I remember it and it pisses me off. Stop talking about it. I'd rather you try to explain how scientists calculate the differences in DNA structure in two different animals than say how sorry you are. Just stop." She said with finality and sternness before looking back down at her book and continuing to read. Peter just stared at her blankly and sighed. He was so lost. As he watched Mary Jane continue to work, he barely had the concentration to do his own. For the first time in his sixteen years of living, this genius child prodigy was confused. He didn't know whether he should continue talking or he should be quiet. Should he change the subject completely or simply sit in silence?

"I figured out a way for Spider-Man to get noticed by people our age." Peter said after several minutes of sitting in the absolution of the couples' silent treatment.

"And what would that be?" MJ asked distantly, not even looking up from the book. Her eyes continued to shift back and forth as she searched for answers even when Peter started talking again.

"I was thinking maybe a Facebook 'like' page or a Twitter account." Peter replied. MJ's eyes shot up at her boyfriend and she raised an eyebrow.

"Peter, YOU don't even have a Twitter or Facebook. You didn't even make a MySpace when it was popular (like ten years ago)." she said as she continued to read. "And besides, that's a stupid idea." she said, ending her statement.

"Like what? Oh sure, a government agency or people that wanted me dead could track the accounts to me but what are the odds of THAT ever happening." Peter answered, barely stifling his sarcastic tone. MJ stared at him and slowly a smile crossed her face until finally she burst out laughing. Her unexpected guffaw earned her an equally loud "SHUSH" from the librarian and MJ dropped her volume and giggled, holding her mouth as her cheeks turned red.

"You are such a clown." she said as she continued to laugh. "You almost had me too." Peter smiled.

"I know. If you would've fell for it, I would've kept going and started suggesting Twitter names like 'DaRealSpider_Man' or 'SassyTweets_Spider." Peter said. MJ laughed again, holding her stomach and trying her best to keep her laughter down. Seeing how she was laughing, Peter smiled and kept going. "But wouldn't be a bitch if someone had 'Spider-Man' as their Twitter name and the real one had to make like 'Spider_Man3' or something. That would be horrible." Peter said as he shuddered. MJ continued laughing and bit her lip.

"Peter, oh my God, shut up!" MJ giggled, breathing heavily.

"And the person that made it was that giant lizard and all he could tweet was 'SSSSSSSSSS'." Peter said softly. That ended it. MJ was done. She couldn't take anymore quiet laughing. She let out an enormous laugh that drew the librarian from behind her desk and over towards them. She stood over them, her glasses barely being held up by the giant zit on her nose as she frowned.

"I gave you a warning earlier. I need you to leave." she said, pointing at the door. MJ and Peter looked at each other and then started laughing as they gathered their things and got up to leave. Peter threw his book bag over his shoulder and MJ grabbed her purse and walked past the librarian as she gave them a side eye glare. Peter and MJ snickered as they walked out together. Without a place to go since New Midtown didn't allow students to enter into lunch after the doors were closed, Peter and MJ walked around the halls.

Fresh off of their laugh inside the library, the two lovebirds were hand in hand. Abruptly, MJ stopped walking. Peter stopped with her.

"What's wrong?" Peter asked. MJ looked down and then looked back up into Peter's eyes.

"I'm sorry for being so...tough on you, I guess. I know that this relationship is new and we're still a young couple...I just don't want to be hurt again." she said. Peter placed his index finger under MJ's chin and raised her gaze up to his face.

"Baby...it's ok. What happened really was a reality check. I've been living thinking that I'll always have the answers for everything, but I know that I don't and I have a lot to learn. But I can promise one thing...I will never hurt you and I will never let anyone else hurt you either." Peter said confidently.

"You promise?" MJ whispered.

"Promise." Peter said as he leaned down to kiss MJ, taking in a deep breath as he held her close and embraced her scent. His hands slowly moved from her lower back to her waist and for a brief moment, he forgot they were even in school. That was until the bell rang and the voice of his ever present high school nemesis was in the air.

"Wow, nerd love?" Flash yelled loudly.

"Just ignore him, sweetie." MJ whispered as she reluctantly broke off their kiss. Peter sighed and nodded and the two continued to walk until MJ's nemesis spoke.

"Parker? That's what you're doing now, Mary Jane?" a loud and nettlesome voice called. MJ's eye rolled up in her head like she was possessed by a demonic force and whipped her head around. In her gaze was the bubble gum popping self-proclaimed "head bitch of New Midtown", Liz Allan. Her blonde dyed hair rested on her shoulders and her bright pink lips were twisted in disgust. Peter grabbed onto MJ's arm and leaned down towards her ear.

"Just ignore her, sweetie." he said, echoing her advice.

"That bitch has one more time...ONE more time to say something." MJ said as she turned around.

"Don't make me have to web you to my hand." Peter threatened as he moved his hand down to Mary's. MJ shot him a fierce glare.

"If I want to hit her and you hold me back..." she started. Peter nodded.

"Understood." MJ then turned her attention back to Liz.

"What do you want, Liz?" she said, angrily. Liz folded her arms.

"Just wanna know when you started messing with low-tier garbage." she replied. MJ's eyes widened.

"Oh, tier? Isn't that word a little too big for you?" she retorted. Liz's scowl deepened.

"Shut the hell up. You used to be cool. Hangin' out with Flash and the rest of the cheerleaders and players." Liz said. MJ scoffed.

"I'm so sorry that I grew up and got past all of your juvenile shit." Liz shook her head.

"So you left the coolest guy in school-" Liz said.

"Bitch, wipe your mouth!" MJ yelled. Liz stared confused.

"W-what?" she asked. MJ smiled deviously.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Isn't that what whores usually do after they're done sucking someone's dick?" she asked. "I mean, I'm sure you would know since you've been hanging around the football team ALOT...and I'm sure it wasn't just for the experience points." she said. Liz's eyes widened and her face immediately became flustered as everyone in the hall began to snicker and laugh. A proud, but idiotic smile on Flash's only confirmed what Mary said was true and even Peter was looking a little shocked. He knew Liz was a little "friendly" but he hadn't expected that much. With her mission accomplished, MJ turned around with a smug smirk on her face as she started to walk away towards class, Peter following close behind her.

"Uh, MJ?" Peter asked.

"Yeah?"

"How did you know that-"

"Liz was giving out head to the football players?" MJ asked, looking up at Peter.

"Yeah." MJ smiled and started to laugh.

"I really didn't. I was just assuming...but Liz doesn't know that and she put herself out there by her reaction." she replied.

"And Flash's idiocy." Peter added.

"Oh, of course. We can always count on Flash to be an idiot." MJ giggled.

"Please remind me to never get on your bad side." Peter said. Mary smiled and looked up at him.

"Mr. Parker, you'd have a VERY hard time making me angry." she said as she gently kissed him and walked away. Peter stared after her and smiled. He had one very EVIL girlfriend.

11:30 pm, Gravesend Bay, Old Warehouse

"Is everything ready?" Fancy Dan asked. Under the Kingpin's orders, another boat had been called. However this time, the boat was only filled with empty crates. Inside the warehouse, there were at least thirty men armed with assault rifles and submachine guns waiting for the arrival of their mysterious blonde assailant that had fucked up their operation the night before. Hopefully, she was as persistent as Kingpin had suspected and they could end her tonight and move forward with business. Or else, somebody's ass would be on the line. Namely, his own.

"Yessir, everythang's in place." Montana replied. Fancy Dan let out a sigh, gray smoke coming through his nose.

"Good...if we fuck this up, Kingpin will have our asses." he answered.

"Shit, ya don't haveta worry about a thang, Danny boy. Me and Ox gotcha." Montana replied. Dan felt like he should completely assured and not worry; that's how things usually were whenever Montana gave his support. Usually, they would have no problems with a job like this. But, this girl was a problem. The skill she showed...no, they weren't skills. There were no physical skills that caused whips to drop in front of a person without touching it. That girl had some kind of powers.

A grunt alerted Dan and the rest of the gunmen and they all turned their attention to the entrance. They saw a shadowy figure leap from above some crates and heard another grunt as one of their men was taken out. Fancy Dan frowned. The girl was here. Without speaking, Dan pointed his fingers to where the girl popped out and automatic gunfire was shot. The girl leapt away behind a corner and Fancy Dan pulled out his own TEC-9 and fired. The objective was simple at this point. Pin the girl into a corner and kill her.

W 8th Street, Gravesend, New York City

Peter heard the gunshots as soon as they were fired. He never dreamed of going near a place called Gravesend Bay but his job search had caused him to scour the entire city. Now, he was thankful that he had. Peter swung swiftly over the low-hanging buildings, zipping with his webs and flipping elegantly through the night. The cold winds barely bothered Peter through his wetsuit Spider costume and he smiled under his mask at his smart decision. The gunfire grew louder and Peter saw lights flashing under the tinted skylight in the factory. Whoever was down there shooting, there were going to get a good taste of Spidey's boot in the face.

A rain of glass hit the men inside the factory as Spider-Man crashed through. Landing on one man's shoulders, he hooked his ankles under his arms and flipped him into several of his companions. The gunfire then resumed and Peter leapt behind a large pile of crates and sat to reassess the situation.

"Psst." a voice hissed. Spider-Man turned to his left and his eyes widened underneath his mask. Next to him, there was as a young woman with a black domino mask on and platinum blonde hair and bright emerald green eyes staring at him. She almost looked overjoyed to see him but she quickly fixed her face.

"Yes?" Spidey replied, talking louder so she could hear him over the gunfire. All the woman did was point upwards quickly and in a flash, she leapt up on top of the crate and into the rafters. Meanwhile, the gunmen were pressing down on Peter. Taking in a deep breath, Peter pushed back against the crates, causing them to teeter and finally fall. A few men yelled as the crates fell on top of them and Peter leapt up into the air quickly, following the woman's lead. Peter landed next to the woman and she eyed him up and down.

"Didn't expect to see you here, hero." she cooed seductively. Peter gulped and put on his hero voice.

"Yeah, usually I don't come around places called 'Gravesend Bay.' Sounds like something out of Goosebumps book." he said as he shuddered. "But anyway, what's a pretty girl like yourself doing all the way out here?" Peter asked. The woman looked down at the men for a second, who were spreading out searching for them and then back up at Peter.

"The bastard ordering these men is the head crime boss in this city. I was here to mess up his operation...but, it looks like he set up an ambush for me." she said, sighing nonchalantly.

"Wait...then that means that you've tried to stop him before?" Peter asked. The woman smiled and patted his cheek.

"Smart boy." she giggled. "But yeah, I've been messing with him all throughout the country. This isn't just a city-wide thing. He's got imports and exports all across the great US of A. I've been following each major one to try and find him and I think is the last stop." the woman said. Spidey rubbed his chin and sighed.

"That explains a lot..." he said softly. "Well, if you need my brand of heroic assistance, just ask." The woman smiled.

"Thanks, Mr. Webs." she said. She then looked down at the ground and her eyes quickly scanned the area. "There are twenty guys still conscious. I took out two and your little crate push took out eight. So, what's your plan?" she asked, looking up at Peter.

"I don't know. The usual. Swing in, avoid being shot by loonies and take 'em out. Simple enough." Spider-Man said as he dropped down to the ground. A couple men saw him and yelled out to their companions.

"Hey, it's the Spider-Man! He's here!" he said as he started to pull the trigger. Spidey scoffed as he webbed the man's gun and roundhouse kicked the man in the face.

"It's not the Spider-Man. It's just Spider-Man." Spidey said as he jumped out into the open. Guns started to fire as soon as he was visible and Peter ran straight into the gunfire, flipping left and right. "Spider-based bullet dodging quickness activate!" he yelled as he leapt up into the air and plowed his heel on the crown of one thug and flipping upwards into the air, avoiding more gunfire. As he flipped, he noticed the woman in black darting forward, swiftly hitting one man with numerous hard blows and jumping to another with equal quickness. While they were distracted, Peter shot his web towards a couple of the men's guns and tore them from their hands. Peter then came down with a double Superman punch crashing into their noses.

The woman in black was moving with surprising speed as she moved from man to man. As he took a moment to catch his breath, he noticed that even though the men were firing at the woman, the bullets seemed to simply be flying past her, despite their guns being aimed at her. Before he could fully process what he was seeing, his head began to vibrate loudly and he instantly knew that something big was coming at him. Before he could even turn around, Spidey felt an enormous fist pound his head and send him sliding across the ground. When he looked up, he saw a large bald black man in a tank top and dark blue jeans stood over him, cracking his knuckles. A tribal tattoo flexed as his muscles did and Peter smiled.

"Well, you certainly are big." he said as he stood up. "But I've fought bigger. Like fifteen feet tall, thirty feet long, three tons, giant serrated teeth and claws kind of big." he said as he cracked his own knuckles and rushed towards the man. The bald man who also had the words "OX" tattooed on his temple clenched his fists and swung two brutish hooks towards Peter. The red and blue blur slid under the blows and hit the man with several punches to his ribcage. When he did, however, he felt an immense pain in his hand. It felt like he was punching a block of steel. Peter backed away and shook his hand. "Damn, I guess when they say 'rock hard abs', they're not kidding." he said as he took a deep breath.

Alright, let's try someplace a wee bit softer. Peter thought as he sized up his opponent. Peter then leapt forward and drove his fist directly in the man's testicles. Dirty, Peter knew that, but it instantly had results. The large man's eyes widened and he dropped to the ground with a thud, crutching his valuables. Sorry. Peter said as he cringed slightly. Peter's head vibrated loudly again and he spun and his face was smacked viciously with a whip. Peter grabbed his face and groaned slightly until he felt three quick punches hit his gut and then a fourth crash against his chin.

Peter landed on the ground and shook his head as he got to his feet. In front of him was a dark haired man smoking a cigar and a blonde man with a whip. The shorter dark-haired man spat on the ground.

"So, the bug is in league with the kitten, eh?" he said.

"Kitten? What kitten?" Peter asked.

"He meant 'cat'!" the woman yelled as she leapt from behind the crate, drop kicking the blonde man and then practically slapping the dark haired man. She then turned to Peter quickly and grabbed him.

"C'mon, job's done. Let's get out of here!" she said as she jumped into the air. Spidey followed her as quickly as he could just as the men started to stand up. Peter swung a few buildings over, traveling to the highest one he could find. The young woman in black followed close behind him and when he landed, she was directly behind him. Now that the little bust was done, Peter had questions that needed to be answered immediately.

"Who are you?" Spidey asked as the woman let out a sigh of relief at their escape. She turned to him and began to speak.

"The name's Black Cat." she said in an almost purring tone. Peter scoffed.

"So you're parents named you Black Cat?" he asked.

"Did your parents name you Spider-Man?" she retorted. Peter chuckled softly.

"Touché."

"Anywho, I'd like to say thanks...for your help and all. You were...simply amazing." she said. Peter smiled and rubbed the back of his head.

"Well, yeah. Maybe I should adopt that moniker. The Amazing Spider-Man. That describes me." he said. Black Cat laughed.

"Don't push your luck, Mr. Webs, especially with a black cat crossing your path." she said as she moved closer to Peter. As she approached, she placed her hands on his spider emblem and slowly trailed her fingers down the bottom limbs. "But luckily for you, I think that this black cat has a case of arachnophilia." she said. Without warning, her lips met his, albeit through his mask. She then turned around and without a backwards glance, she leapt from the building and dive bombed to the ground, leaving Peter on the rooftop.

"Thus, the drama ensues..." Peter sighed.

"I see. So Spider-Man was there as well, then?" Kingpin asked calmly.

"Yes sir. He was with the bitch we came in contact with earlier. We set up the ambush like you said. Should've probably had some more guys." Fancy Dan replied over the phone. Kingpin shook his head.

"No, it's not manpower we need. It's skill, training. We can't expect a group of untrained idiots to go in and take out an enigmatic superpower like Spider-Man. This requires a much more trained hand." Kingpin replied.

"So what's your plan, boss?"

"It'll take a few strings being pulled...but I don't have time for nuisances like Spider-Man fucking with my control of this city. He needs to be killed. Flat." Kingpin said.

"I guess that means you're going international, then?"

"Of course. And I'm only hiring the best."

"Oh shit...you serious? You must be serious."

"Yes...it will be expensive, but I know that Ippō Soshiki can get the job done." Kingpin replied.

Ippō Soshiki means The Hand Organization