Hi guys! Second update! XD

Thanks for the feedback from last chapter! I think I'm ready to tackle this story head-first and like a professional football player (only sans the professional part and the pain that follows ;P)

Well, here goes nothing!

OH! Also, Disclaimer: I do not own Ultimate Spider-Man, that right goes solely to Marvel, Disney, and Stan Lee. I'm just so happen to be a poor fan who can't think of anything better to do :P

Here we go!

Nick Fury calmly made his way through his tricarrier. He walked deliberately with his shoulders back and his hands clasped behind him; his shoes barely even made a click on the hard floors. He passed agents and guards a like, all of whom were sure to get out of his way. Not just because of superior authority though, but because past the calm demeanor and mellow walking, Nick Fury was a ticking time-bomb of frustration and rage.

The Director was notorious for keeping his emotions hidden and his true thoughts and motives close. But anyone could see the undeniable, burning anger in his one good eye; it dared anyone to talk to him and risk getting thrown out a window. Not exactly a risk many were too willing to take.

The reason for Fury's dangerous mood was also something widely known throughout the tricarrier. Months ago, on an ordinary Saturday afternoon, S.H.I.E.L.D Academy (a school built by Nick and Spider-Man to house and train heroes of the next generation) was unexpectedly attacked. In effect, half of the S.H.I.E.L.D Academy's students' physical and mental capabilities were taken by an unexplainable virus.

Of course this was months ago, so why would the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D still be hung up on it? Well, since then the situations regarding those Infected students had worsened to a near catastrophic phase. The Infected grew worse and worse by the day; their personalities were unwillingly morphed and twisted into something wild and bloodthirsty, all grew new animalistic personalities and turned on the tricarrier and its staff. It got so bad till one of them escaped and caused harm to some of his normal teammates, the Avengers, and even killed one of Fury's agents; Nick was then forced to contain all of the Infected in the abandoned Academy, to prevent further harm to his staff.

But they still got worse, daily. One of the Infected and leader of the teen hero team(s) Ultimate New warriors: Spider-Man (the one most effected by the sickness) had gotten his mind so warped, it developed into a more intelligent and vicious consciousness that they named simply: Spider.

Spider, since his development, had rounded up the rest of the Infected and formed himself a Pack, here, he as Alpha, could watch over the rest. If only it could remain as simply as that though.

Spider was, for some reason, smarter than all the rest of the Infected. He had figured out that S.H.I.E.L.D was watching them, he found and destroyed the cameras in the Academy, he now knows that the Academy is just holding the Infected back from the rest of the world, and Spider has even gotten smart enough to somehow teach himself how to talk.

And to top all that off, Nick had earlier been working alongside a group of villains that had been contained in the tricarriers prison block (after they broke out), and one of them might have been the one that caused this all in the first place (which honestly wasn't that surprising). The thing was, Fury might actually need their help again, especially because Spider pretty decided to officially fight against S.H.I.E.L.D and Fury's scientists were no closer to finding the cure then they was in the beginning.

All of this has been a never-ending, spiraling watery mess of frustration, anger, disappointment, and annoyance. Things just seemed to keep getting worse. With every small success Fury had, there came a disaster that nearly sent everything spinning out of control. It was becoming a tireless game where Fury wished he could just throw down his cards and proclaim "You win."

But he couldn't do that; never. Not with how many people were depending on him to keep a level head and strong control, not with the families and friends waiting for their kin and comrades to come home. Nick Fury would grasp the loose strands of control that he still had with a white-knuckled grip and he wouldn't let go unless it was to pry his cold, dead fingers open.

He walk never slowed, nor did it speed up. He entered the prison block with the same demeanor he started with. Guards stood at attention by the cell, their communicator either in their ear in hooked to their belt and a gun strapped to their back or hanging from their waist.

Nick Fury didn't look at them, or even address them. He came here to talk to one man.

The Director stopped in front of a cell, he merely nodded in acknowledgment at the Guard, who nodded back and allowed Fury to step to the air-locked door. Nick punched in a clearance code and allowed himself an eye, hand, and body scan. After a moment a green light shone above the cell and the door hissed as air escaped the lock, and then smoothly opened up.

He stepped inside.

Unlike last time, they weren't in an interrogation room and he wasn't pestering his prisoner for information. But Fury still needed to talk to Kraven; he made a promise, and despite how much he didn't want to, Nick knew he had to do this.

The hunter was sitting on his cot, his hands were still held together with a pair of titanium affixed cuffs that thrummed with energy, and he wore the dull grey prison uniforms of S.H.I.E.L.D. Despite being in a highly guarded cell, Kraven smiled in false welcome as soon as he saw Nick Fury.

"Aw, Fury," Kraven greeted smugly, "What brings the great Director of S.H.I.E.L.D to my cell?"

Nick kept his face devoid of emotion. "You know why I'm here." He said back. Kraven hummed back in agreement; he leaned against the wall, "Yes, but I wish to hear it from you."

"I'm in no mood for games," Nick warned, before composing himself again, "If you recall, we did make a deal last I saw you."

"So, you managed to get surveillance in the Academy, good." Kraven nodded in satisfaction. "Then I will be escorted to-"

Nick Fury held up a hand to silence him, "Not so fast Kravinoff," he interrupted. "Before I take those cuffs off and let you go waltzing back in with my staff, we need to lay down some ground rules." Kraven shrugged, as if he expected that much, so Nick continued.

"You will be given certain hours every day to observe the Infected, and each evening you will be escorted back in your cell until morning, and you will remain in your cell uniform and in no means will you so much as touch any means of a powerful weapon, you might not be in your cell all the time, but you are still a criminal on my ship – don't forget it. Also, you are to report all and any further findings on Spider and his Pack dynamics, immedianly. I expect a report every day. And finally, you will be watched at all times, so if you so much as move one shifty finger out of place, then I'm throwing you right back in your cell and our deal is off. Got it." It wasn't a question.

With that Nick Fury spun around and exited the confined space. Kraven watched him go with a wide and smug smile. A moment later the guard outside his cell entered and motioned for Kraven to get up. "You are to be moved to the Surveillance Room, if you show any signs or means of hostility or violence I will open fire."

"Understood." Kraven smirked. He walked out of his cage and into the hall. Nick Fury watched as the hunter was led down the hall and shook his head to himself, but Kraven was a valuable asset due to his vast knowledge of animal. Nick just really hoped this wouldn't come back and bite him, but knowing how well his luck, it would.

All he could do for now was to fight back and bite harder.

HAPPY 2017! In a few hours (for me).

I'm gradually easing back into the function of the story. This (like the last chapter) was more of a brief overview of what happened in last book. But don't worry, we'll get more into the story as time progresses. I'm trying to update "RM" tonight as well. Wish me luck!

And I hope you guys had a great year!