Rattled

I wish to thank my reviewers from my previous Spider-Man story. Specifically spideyfan2011, Kairan1979,silo666, rebukex7, Kelsey, and everyone else who read the first part of starting over; especially those who had taken the time to send me a review. Without further ramblings, enjoy

It was two weeks to the day since Peter Parker had left the redhead, and all things considered, he was doing all right. He found himself sitting on the roof of some random jewelry store in the plaza district. He found himself out there more and more recently. Since Felicia rarely left the area, if he wanted to see her, she made him seek her out. Women, he thought. The one bonus was that his presence wasn't going unnoticed. In fact, he noticed that people started to look up more around here. When he'd go by, people would stop and wave. It was nice. They had even gotten used to the black suit.

When the Daily Bugle first discovered his photos of the new suit, Jameson just about choked on his cigar. "WHAT!" Peter sat in the cloud of smoke smirking, the man seemed to be enjoying his anger, and a chance to vent was good, and in Peter's opinion, healthy. He even chuckled as Jameson went on a rant through his phone. "Clear the main billboard, I'm sending you a photo I want up there by the end of your shift, that means eight A.M., GOT IT!" He slammed the receiver down, and after pawing through the envelope, pulled out Peter's favorite.

He took it at Felicia's insistence. She had wrapped her arms around him, and pulled his face down to hers. Sure, they had had fun afterwards, but he didn't like his pictures being staged. Still though, Jameson wanted the pictures, and true to his word, he gave him full time wages. He walked out with the pay stub, breathing the fresh air, when he heard Jameson yell through the door. "Parker, keep those photos coming. I want this freak on every page. I want people to know he changed his look! And," the door flew open, and Jameson gave the image of a devil with the smoke flowing out behind him. "I want more with him and his new girl, people love seeing couples!" The door slammed shut, and he disappeared back into the smoke.

His mind drifted back from that day to the present, and his company. He looked to his left, and saw her laying against the roof, like she had been doing that her entire life. "I'm bored," she moaned. Why does she have to moan or purr everything. He merely shook his head, and looked down over the edge. He had gotten a somewhat reliable tip, after dropping someone off of a twelve story roof and snagging them a few feet before the concrete; that this store was next on the hit list for the King Pin. He slammed his fist into the stone, and smirked when he saw the cracks.

Felicia had insisted he start lifting again, and now, including his enhanced strength, was up to five hundred pounds on the bench. She also insisted that he lose the ceramic plates, only carry them when he knew someone would have a gun. I like everyone seeing what's mine, he smirked, remembering what had followed that conversation. It was no screaming match, but Peter still had the bruises from that 'fight'. He flexed his arm, and looked toward a building, looming in the distance.

He was ready, he wanted the King Pin, to really hurt the city's biggest crime boss. If he could put the hurt of the fat man, he would be happy. But, he was settling for taking away the shiny things he wanted. He was so deep in thought that he didn't even realize the cat was near, until she reclined against his shoulder. "Ya know, you make a shitty boyfriend."

He turned to face her at her words, but only saw a smirk. "Sorry, my mind's on other things." He looked down, and smiled slightly when he saw the owner lock up and walk away. "Another hour, and we'll be done." He turned to her, and rolled up his mask, giving her a smile. "When we're done, I'm all yours." She nodded, and looked down with him.

"You're damn right Spider. I settled when we hooked up," he felt his eyes go up at her words. "Don't make me regret that." She laughed then. And stood up stretching. He felt the stiffness as well, and decided to move.

"You settled huh? Hardly, you're attracted to me constantly. You are just too proud to admit it." He smiled at her glare, and walked back to the ledge, and saw a van pull up. "They couldn't even wait five minutes," he groaned. Peter looked to Felicia, and realized that he could have been doing something much more enjoyable before they had gotten there.

"We are not done here," she muttered, watching him look over the ledge. "You, Mr. Parker, are going to have to do some serious apologizing for that last statement."

"Well," he backed up until his knees touched the wall. "What I meant was," he didn't finish. Instead, he leaned back and let gravity pull him over, down to what he was waiting for.

"Like I said before," she ran to the ledge and dove off, seeing that he had already gotten started. "We are not done yet. I expect you to make up for this."

Two hours later, they were back at his place, again. Peter was surprised that she enjoyed it so much. He knew she had expensive tastes, and he was anything but. And yet, here they were, sitting down on a recently purchased couch, watching the news on a free, curbside located, TV.

He looked at her and smiled. Since they had gotten together, he had started to let her keep some of her things there with him. A couple sets of clothes, a spare suit, and a few other things. She was sporting a pair of jeans, and a tight white cotton T-shirt with black letters proclaiming, 'Your boyfriend wants ME!" Can't blame him for wanting though.

"So," he turned to face her. "What should we do now?" The Chinese containers sat in the garbage, and four empty brown bottles proclaiming the contents to be, "Blue Ribbon Quality", sat empty in front of them. Her smile turned wicked, and she looked from him to the bed. He followed her gaze and smiled. "I think that goes without saying, but I was thinking more about our 'after work' activities." She nodded, and stood up.

Felicia strode to the kitchen, and retrieved the final two bottles from the six pack. She popped them both on the countertop, and came back, sitting down in his lap. "Well," she said, taking a pull from the bottle. "We can keep doing what we're doing. Or," she let whatever he was thinking fill in what was left unsaid.

"Or we can go straight to the top, and take care of the problem there." She nodded as he lifted his bottle and shotgunned the beer in his hand. She watched him, surprised at his actions, but sat in the silence with him. He set the empty bottle down in front of him and stared through his window. "Tomorrow night," he said suddenly. She turned to face him, making sure she had heard him right. "We hit the King Pin tomorrow. We let him know that we're not to be taken lightly."

She nodded, happy that they would, for once, be doing something exciting. Sure, taking out the small timers was fun, but the King Pin, that was a challenge. "Can I keep something of his," she turned to face him, smiling. "Fisk always has such nice, shiny, expensive things." He laughed then, pulling her up in his arms. He carried her to the bed, watching her smile turn into a grin.

"Sure, in fact you can keep two things," he reached for the light, filling the room with darkness. He could hear the sound of clothing hitting the floor, and smiled wide, reaching for her.

"What do you think you're doing Spider?" She grabbed his arm as he reached for her. He pulled free and dove.

"Making it up to you."

They had agreed to take the morning off. Felicia would stay in and get the extra sleep, and Peter needed to build up his munitions. As he mixed the webbing, he tweaked the formula ever so slightly. This stuff wouldn't dissolve, this would harden to stone. That was the only problem. He was forced to keep it pressurized in a larger container. When he had finished, it looked like he was holding a shot put. "Gotta test it," he muttered, walking out of his room and heading for the roof.

Peter returned from the roof several hours later, with a satisfied look on his face. He went to his bed for a few hours sleep before nightfall. "We're ready," he muttered, closing his eyes. He wanted to take the King Pin down, to permanently cripple the criminal underworld. But he didn't have enough evidence to do that, not right now at least. For now though, he was willing to just rattle the man's giant bones, to get inside of his enormous head. To send him a message.

They had both arrived on the roof of a skyscraper across from the Fisk building. Felicia looked to him, and again enjoyed seeing him in black. But then his costume peaked her interest further. She noticed an edition to his new suit. Across his chest he wore what looked like a bandolier, and attached to it appeared to be several grenades. So what if he wants to make a bang, she thought. It just means more fun! They stared at the tower, until Cat broke the silence. "What are you thinking about Spider?" He shook his head and turned to face her, wrapping his arm around her hip.

"Just how much the King Pin is like is building. Giant, white, and an eyesore." She laughed lightly, and turned to wrap her arms around him. Silently, they made their way to the building. When the reached the roof, Peter silently passed a radio to Felicia, and they spilt up, each going to do what they agreed to.

Felicia made her way to the communications room, and inserted a disk into the mainframe. Peter had said that it would just mess with the computers for a few hours and create some noise. But other than that, he was being very vague. He had said that he was going to head to the science wing, to make sure that they had a way to get out, if they needed it. But until he gave her the signal, she was to stay put.

When she arrived, she quickly entered the disk, and looked the guard slumped over the key board. She sat waiting, God, whats taking him so long. She was tempted to leave. Knowing Peter, he was hip deep in some shit needing help. Just as she approached the door, she heard the radio chirp. "Cat," she heard his voice, quiet, he wasn't alone.

"Spider, are you alright?" She waited a moment, and the heard his laugh.

"Aw, you were worried about little ol' me?" He was talking normally, if anyone was there, the problem was over.

"No, just worried that I would get to find my baubles," He laughed, and she relaxed, if he was being this open, then there was no problem.

"I'm fine, hit the disk, and go shopping. I'll meet you on the roof." He paused, and she could hear him thinking out loud. "Cat, don't call me on the radio no matter what, got it?"

She looked to radio like it had grown wings. What the hell is he up to? "'Kay, why?"

"No time to explain, just know that I'll meet you on the roof. Over and out." The radio went silent, and Felicia grinned. Walking to the computer, she activated the disk and waited to see what would happen. Seeing nothing, she left the room, but noticed that the lights had flickered and a noise started to come out of the speakers. She groaned, recognizing the sound of Slash's guitar anywhere.

"I'm dating a nerd." She sprinted down random halls until she found what she was looking for. Smiling, she activated the lights, causing numerous cases to glow with what they held. "King Pin always did have such a nice collection."

When they had separated, Peter knew exactly where he wanted to go. On the several occasions that he had found himself at the King Pin's headquarters, Peter had discovered that the fat man had an obscene amount of chemical agents lying around his labs. So, he figured, what's the harm in maybe arranging for a few of them to be 'accidentally' mixed together? Grabbing several bottles of bleach, he threw them into an open sink, and retrieved a metal can from the other side of the room. After bringing it to the sink, he did some digging, and sure enough found a full bottle of Draino underneath. Placing the cleaner next to the ammonia, he smiled as he read the label on the can, 'Acetone'. "Perfect," he opened the can, and after clogging the drain, submerged all of the bottles in the chemical. When that was finished, he called the Cat, and smiled when he heard the worry in her voice, and even teased her.

He adjusted the bandolier across his chest, so that the load sat more evenly over the plates. Peter wasn't expecting to be shot, but if it were ever to happen, this would be the place. He looked back into the sink, and could tell that the acetone was beginning to dissolve the plastic around the bottle. Hopefully soon, everything would be mixed together. "I'm finished. Hit the disk and go shopping. I'll meet you on the roof."

He stopped then, how would he trigger it? Then he looked to the radio. The acetone, and the resulting mix, wouldn't be able to destroy the equipment, or at least, not before he would need it. "Cat," he called her, hoping she still had the radio on. "Whatever you do, don't call me on the radio no matter what, got it?" The line was silent, and he was getting ready to call again when he heard her.

"'Kay, why?" Damn, Cat would want to know. "No time to explain. Just know I'll meet you on the roof. Over and out." Peter threw his radio into the solution and quickly got out of the room, not wanting to waste anymore time. He started to sprint to the main office, surprised that he had not met any type of resistance yet. When he approached the giant oak doors that marked the fat man's lair, he looked up smiling. On the ceiling was a conveniently placed air duct cover. Climbing the wall, he pried the cover open, and pulled it shut behind him.

As he worked his way through the twists and turns, he eventually found what he was looking for. He eased the cover off, and pulled it into the already cramped area with him. As he slid down the wall, he noticed the lights starting to flicker, and knew he only had a few seconds left before the music started, and everyone would know what was going down. He could see the fat man staring out his main window, watching the sunset. If I didn't want to see you behind bars like the animal you are, this would be your last sunset. As he got to the ground, he could hear the music start to blare out of the P.A. system, and decided to call the fat man out, give him a very miniscule heads up. "Fisk!" Peter watched as the giant heaved his weight around, and saw how his eyes went wide when he watched him reach up to his chest, retrieve his munitions, pull the pin, and throw it at him.

Wilson Fisk, aka the King Pin, considered himself a calm and calculated man. He never attempted something that he knew he wouldn't win, and if he ever did undertake such a task, he made sure that his rivals didn't win either. But he also knew that he wasn't invincible. He heard the music first. The King Pin enjoyed the quiet solitude of a sunset, and everyone in the building knew that. So when the noise blared out the speakers, someone would pay for the solace being interrupted. What surprised him though was hearing someone yell his name. Again, he is Wilson Fisk, the King Pin, he feared nothing. Everything feared him.

So when he turned, he was surprised by what he saw. It was Spider-Man. He had seen the photographs, and had heard that he had changed his costume, but was still surprised to see him wearing black. He remembered what happened when he wore black the last time. How he had almost killed Rhino. So it surprised him to see the wall crawler reach up to his chest and pull a sphere-like object from his shoulder. He watched, almost mesmerized as that infernal man reached up and seemed to pull a pin from it.

At that point, it seemed that everything was happening in slow motion, he watched, unable to move as it sailed toward him. He thought of his empire, of his wife and child, and how, in the great scheme of things, he was about to be killed by a virtual nobody. He felt it strike him, and prepared for the loud blast and searing pain, but none came. Instead, a loud pop was heard, and he felt his arms and legs become entangled. Having his center shifted without warning, he had no other choice but to fall to the ground, and land with a crash.

Peter watched as the fat man was wrapped in the webbing, and fell to the ground, he had half expected the floor to give out with the force that he stopped with. Walking towards him, Peter watched as Fisk struggled, and was glad he had tested the immobilizer before hand. The last thing he would want is Fisk getting loose when he was this close. "Easy there tons of fun," he watched as the fat man stopped struggling to glare at him. "I mixed that stuff up using the same resin designed to repair skyscrapers, not even you are strong enough to break it." The man glared at him, and he had to resist the urge to laugh.

"What do you want boy!" Peter simply walked over and swung a leg over the fat man's massive girth. Leaning over his face, he had to resist the urge to roll back his mask just to let him see his smile.

"What I want? Hmm. I want a toilet made of solid gold," he stood up and started to stroll around the room. "I want a beach house in Maui and a winter home in Aspen. I want a normal life," he turned to look at Fisk and could see the man had resumed trying to break free again. He jumped and landed hard on the girth of the man, forcing a wheeze from his chest. "I want you to listen." He leaned close, so that Fisk had no choice but to look back into his eyes. "I want you to stop, but I know you'll never do that so just listen.

"I am sick of you, and tired of attacking you piece by piece." He grasped the webbing, and surprised himself by being able to lift Fisk up into the air. "I want the whole thing. I want you stewing in a prison for the rest of your life, and then your body rotting behind bars after you die." He dropped him, partially to hurt the man's pride, but also because he couldn't keep him up anymore. "But we both know that that will never happen, so listen close."

Fisk was amazed. Spider-Man had always been a thorn in his side, but a tolerable one. He was quickly proving to him that was something much more. "You'll never win boy," he leaned his head up as best he could, to spit his venom at the masked intruder. "If I go to prison, I will get out, and then I'll destroy everything you care about. And only after I have broken your heart, will I enjoy the pleasure of cutting it out of your chest and placing it on my mantle."

Peter shook his head, and extending his arm, fired a string of web, sealing the man's annoying mouth. "Listen tubbo, I'm through playing around. I came in here to make a point. I got in without you knowing, and even though its not showing, I know that it bothers you. If you don't go away, I'll keep coming back, and we'll keep having this conversation." He turned to leave, deciding to use the doors this time. "And who knows what might happen next time," he reached up and toyed with one of the immobilizers. "Next time, these might not have webbing in them. Have a good night." He closed the door as grunts filled the room, enjoying knowing that it would take his days to get free, unless he could come up with something to eat through the webbing.

Felicia paced the roof, waiting for Peter to come up. She was mad at herself for not following him. If he was going to confront Fisk, he would need another set of eyes at his back. But no, she had listened to him, had separated, and went 'shopping'. Since when do I listen to men. No matter what the outcome, she was going to make sure she always knew where he was, even if that meant nailing his feet to the floor. "Stop worrying, its unbecoming." She turned, and saw him standing behind her. He had his mask rolled up, and she saw his smirk. The smirk that meant, 'its all good, lets get out of here.'

She walked to him, and after stroking his cheek, slapped him hard enough to make him rock backwards. "Don't ever do that again!" She hissed, but then kissed that same cheek, "without me." He gave her a genuine smile, and rolled the mask back down. He walked to the edge, and held out his hand, she went to him, and he wrapped an arm around her waist. "So," she turned to face him. "What did you do to Fisk?"

"We just had a nice talk. Can I get your radio?" She tilted her head, not expecting his answer, but complied. She was starting to be able to read his face under that mask, and recognized a grin when she saw it. Reaching into one of the many pouches she carried, she passed it to him. Turning it on, Peter took a firmer hold on her before pressing the call button.

Down in the science department, the plastic containers had dissolved, and the chemicals mixed. Together that created a substance that was able to eat through the plastic battery cover, but not yet sever the wires. When the radio chirped, an explosion filled the room, the flames dancing up the walls, reaching the other stored chemicals, increasing the blast.

"What the hell!" Felicia grabbed onto Peter to steady herself, and to make sure that the building had rocked, and that it wasn't her just feeling jumpy.

"Just a parting gift," he pulled her close and flipped off the building, swinging to one of the lower buildings, and stopping so they could watch the smoke pour out of the lower windows, well away from the restrained king of crime. Neither one spoke, just watched as fire departments and police responded to the building. "What happens now?" She turned to face him, and he didn't look away from the building. Peter heard her question, and a part of him wanted to say that they go grab some gas and burn the building to the ground. No, tonight was about sending a message.

"Balls in his court now. We wait and see," he looked down at her. Amazed how even in her heels, and with all her power, she could seem so unsure sometimes. "With any luck, he'll get the hint, and stop. If he does super, if he doesn't," he grabbed her, and they swung together to a farther building, stopping above a restaurant. "If he doesn't we keep sending messages." She nodded, satisfied with his answer. Keep poking him until he gets the hint. She could do that.

Felicia looked down from the roof then, and saw her. The Redhead, Mary Jane. She was looking up at them, while everyone else looked towards the smoking building. She merely gave the other girl a shrug, silently say, 'you gave up on him, I didn't. He's mine now, deal with it.' She looked back up at Peter, and taking his hand walked to the back of the building.

"Let's get out of here." He nodded, and followed her. Peter half expected her to go back to his place, but was surprised, when they stopped on the balcony of her high rise. She turned to face him, planting a hand on his chest to keep him from entering. "I don't think so. I have this rule about no single men in my apartment."

"You stay at my apartment all the time? Don't I deserve a little reciprocation?" Peter stared at her, hoping he might get some sympathy. It was a long way for him to get home. He watched her laugh.

"No," she closed the door behind her, and he watched her walk away, her hand waving 'goodbye'.

"Women," he dove off the roof, heading back to his room. "Just when you figure them out, they change the game."

Wilson Fisk was not happy. He was not angry. He was apprehensive. That night Spider-Man had shown initiative. He had sought him out, and had defeated him in his own castle. Something he had done to many others, but had never experienced. His mind drifted back to what the masked man had said. "Next time, these might not have webbing in them."

When he felt the explosion, he was shocked. Never had he expected something like that. At first he thought that Spider-Man had meant to bring down the building, but was dumbfounded that the explosion had only affected his science department. He had broken in, and managed to get past his security, and get to him. He was lucky that one of his scientists had come to check the damage and found him. He was luckier still that the fire department believed his men when they said that several chemical containers had fallen off the shelves and mixed.

As he sat in his chair, looking out into the night, he thought back to what Spider-Man hadn't said. He could destroy his empire, and kill him. But he wouldn't, he would ruin him before he took his life. Wilson Fisk didn't know what was worse, but he was sure on one thing. He wasn't rattled, he wasn't unhinged. Wilson Fisk, the King Pin, ruler of New York's underworld, was scared.

There you go, a second chapter. I am willing to write as much as you all want, as long as I get reviews asking for more. Please, tell me what you want to see, where should I go with this. I need input.

Take it Easy,

-N