answers to reviewers questions or statements:
rmarcano321: No, I haven't because they aren't gonna be in this story.
Bladewolf101: No they didn't, introducing Venom with a DLC is an insult to the character. Especially with how short the entire City that Never Sleeps is compared to the main game.
Trey Alexander: There was technically a level/mission where you infiltrated the Bar with no Name. You were just a Spider-bot.
CRUDEN: His personality will do that, makes you forget he's smarter, faster and stronger than he looks. He may not be Thor, Hulk or Sentry but he can duke it out with most if push comes to shove.
Disclaimer: I don't own any Marvel characters seen, mentioned or used.
"Take care of her, will you?"
Those were the words that echoed through Walter's mind as he stared down at the gravestone of his daughter. They repeated in his head, like a chant as his eyes trailed over every word that marked his child's final resting place, like a taunt almost.
"Guess I asked a little too much..." Walter said quietly to himself as he kneeled down at the gravestone and placed a single rose next to the flowers left there by the girl's mother and what eh could only assume was Spider-man and a few members of her old heist crew.
When Walter first heard of Felicia's death, he couldn't believe it. Couldn't believe that his daughter, the one good thing he ever made and treasured more than any of the art pieces he stole in his lifetime, was gone. But after the brutal feeling of lost and anguish had passed, or at the very least lessened, a wave of sheer and utter rage had nearly blinded and consumed him. All he cared about was finding the bastards that took his daughter out of this world and send them to whatever Hell awaited them one limb at a time. But as the days passed and Walter's search for Hammerhead and the men responsible for setting the bombs in Felicia's apartment yielded little to no results, he turned his attention towards Spider-man with the intent of taking his frustration out on him for failing to keep his word.
But trying to locate the wall crawler proved to be an even bigger challenge then trying to find Hammerhead had and ended with similar results.
It wasn't until he found himself standing before the grave of his child that all that anger, all that hate and spite finally drained out of him, leaving a empty, cold feeling in his chest. He raised a hand to his face to wipe away some of the tears that fell from his bloodshot eyes as he stood back up and took a few steps away before he turned and began to make his way to his car.
Walter hadn't even reached for the door handle when his phone went off, causing him to stop and reach into his pocket and pull it out. He checked the caller before he hit answer and held the device up to his ear.
"Castillo, what've got?"
"Some of my people may have a lead on where Hammerhead may be hiding" Castillo Drake, Walter's former partner and fellow student under the legendary Black Fox, revealed.
Walter's eyes narrowed in interest at this as he entered his car and started it up "What is it?"
"A man, if you can call him that based on what I'm reading about him, by the name of Anthony Flores. He's one of Hammerhead's lieutenants and rumor has it, knows where the man went after he... after what he did to Felicia" Castillo said with a heavy sigh "He's at the Bar With No Name"
Walter's grip on the phone tightened at the mention of the infamous bar's name "Are you certain?"
"Positive" Castillo said.
Walter nodded as he put the car in drive and slowly drove it out of the cemetery's parking lot "Right, thanks for the tip Castillo. I owe you for this"
"No need Walter" Castillo said with a sad smile in his face before his voice grew colder "Just make that bastard pay for what he did. I'd offer more, but my people are stretched thin enough as it is. Half our number were wiped out by the Devil's Breath and we're struggling to fight off the other four Maggia Dons from trying to take us over"
"Why would they do that?" Walter asked with a frown "The Maggia never bothered with the Thieves' Guild before"
"Still trying to figure that out" Castillo said on the other end of the line with a sigh "Maybe they want to use our connections to try and expand and gain more influence faster than their usual ways. Or they've decided that having a 'rogue' crime syndicate operating in their city no longer flies by them"
Walter hummed at this "Well, if you need help, you know where to find me"
"Oh I know" Castillo said with a snort before Walter heard a muffled sound on Castillo's end "I gotta go Walter, something's come up"
"Alright, take care Castillo" Walter said.
"You too"
...
There are times that Peter hated his enhanced senses.
They've proven useful in the past and have on a number of occasions saved his life. But being in a confined space with multiple guns going off at once along with the sounds of screaming and bottles shattering, Peter was positive he'll be half death by the end of the night.
'Need to find a way to muffle sound for my masks' Peter thought as he grabbed a table and lifted it up and threw it at several gun men, forcing them to cease their shooting and run for cover or risk being hit by the makeshift weapon.
With the lull in gun firing ceasing, Peter rushed towards the men, leaping over several tables and tackled one man to the ground before he picked him up and slammed him into a chair, shattering it and causing he man to groan out in pain. A quick blast of webbing kept the man down as Peter turned and caught the fist of another man and brought him into a fist of hos own, knocking the man senseless and allowing Peter to place his hand on the man's chest and give him a 'light' shove into his associate.
"F-Fuckin bug" the man at Peter's feet muttered as he looked up at the dark clad hero with a dazed but angry expression "All this because of some slut"
"Shut up" Peter hissed as he pulled back his fist to strike the man in the head and knock him out completely when suddenly a glass bottle impacted against the side of his face.
Thankfully the mask for his suit was re-enforced enough to absorb most of the impact and not tear. It did however increase Peter's anger as he slowly turned towards the man that threw the bottle and was unsurprised to see that it was Anthony that threw it at him.
"Shouldn't have done that" Peter growled as he prepared to lunge at the man before a pained scream from White Rabbit distracted him, allowing Anthony to race behind the bar's counter and grab one of the guns stashed there by the bartender.
Peter turned to see one of the thugs at the bar had grabbed White Rabbit in a bear hug while another was approaching her with a knife drawn. Peter's eyes narrowed as had one of his waldoes slap Anthony away, seding him flying into a table that broke under his landing as he quickly leaped at the man with the knife and tackled him into a chair. The man let out a pained yell before he was cut off by a punch from Peter. The wall crawler than turned his attention to White Rabbit and her captor just in time to see the infamous woman slam the back of her head into the man's nose, breaking it with a sickening 'crack', causing him to loosen his hold enough for her to slip out of. Peter watched as white Rabbit turned and sent her fist into the man's bloodied face, right into his broken nose, and sent the man stumbling to the floor.
Peter was about to say something before his spider-sense went off and he turned to see several men aiming their pistols at him and White Rabbit. Without a sound, Peter shot a web line at White Rabbit's back and pulled her towards him before he leaped to the ceiling as several bullets flew by. The various thugs' eyes widened in surprise and were just turing their weapons upwards to shoot at Peter and White Rabbit's upside down forms when the wall crawler threw the woman in his arms at their would be attackers.
"Hey!" she shouted as she collided with several men, knocking them to the ground.
"Sorry, had to improvise" Peter said as he landed next to White Rabbit just as suddenly the doors that led to the VIP section of the bar sprung open and almost a dozen men ran out, all armed with automatic rifles and shotguns. Peter blinked at them before he turned to White Rabbit "I thought this place had a strict no weapons policy?!"
"You really expect Maggia to follow that rule?" White Rabbit countered before Peter scooped her up again and dived for a lowered section of the bar that provided some cover for the duo.
The Maggia gun men aimed their various weapons at where they saw Spider-man and White Rabbit dived for cover and began to pepper the area with lead, sending bits of wood and stone into the air. Peter let out a sigh as he laid on the ground, staring up at the ceiling as bullets raced by and took bits and pieces out of his and Rabbit's cover. The crazed criminal made a face as she brushed bits of wood out of her hair before she looked down at Peter with a glare of annoyance.
"You know, Felicia said you had a knack for showing a girl a good time. So far, I'm not very impressed" she said, hunching her back so as to keep her bead behind her and Peter's cover.
Peter scowled at her before he realized just how she was lying on top of him, her hands on his chest and her hips resting over his own. Peter was thankful for his mask as it allowed him to better hide the blush he was slowly growing on his face. He made to gently move White Rabbit off him when she suddenly ducked as several bullets raced past her head, causing her to press her chest into his own and for her hips to slide against his in a manner that caused a slight stirring within him.
'Well this is awkward' Peter thought with a sigh 'Thank god MJ isn't here to see this, I'll never hear the end of it'
He could practically hear the dry sarcastic comments over the gun fire and White Rabbit's very un-lady like curses.
"Oh, is that what your into now Tiger, some slutty roger rabbit looking gal that looks like she could be the mascot for Playboy Bunnies?" Mary Jane's voice rang through Peter's mind before he shook his head and gently reached up and moved White Rabbit off his waist before-
"Please tell me that's your belt I felt pressed up against my pussy" Lorina asked with a faint blush under her slightly marred makeup.
"Uhhh" Peter sounded before he nodded "Y-Yeah, it uh, it was, hehehe, sorry..."
The red head frowned at the very poor lie the arachnid themed hero told her before she adverted her gaze from the man "Now what?"
"Well, I was hoping to stay here until they ran out of ammo" Peter said with a small shrug.
"And if they don't?" White Rabbit asked.
"Hey, there's only so many bullets those guns of their can shoot and only so many magazines they can carry-"
"Hey guys, I found more ammo to shoot with!" a man said as he pushed a large crate of ammo out for the rest of the Maggia to use to continue shooting at Peter and Lorina's very depleted cover.
White Rabbit gave Peter a blank look at this "Runs out of ammo hmm?"
Peter's brow twitched at this "Oh how the fuck was I supposed to know they had a fucking armory back there?!"
White Rabbit grumbled as she reached into her jacket's inner pocket and pulled out what looked to be some sort of grenade. Peter's eyes bulged as she suddenly pulled the pin and threw it over their cover before she covered her head with her hands.
"Holy fuck, the bitch threw a grenade!" one of the Maggia thugs yelled as he and the rest scrambled for cover.
Peter closed his eyes and waited for the thundering explosion that would accompany the grenade, mentally hoping that Anthony wasn't killed in the explosion before he could tell Peter where Hammerhead was. After that, the man could fall down a flight of stairs and die for all he cared.
'Better than what a man who works for Hammerhead deserves' Peter thought darkly before he noticed the grenade hadn't gone off yet.
And the Maggia were quick to notice this too and began to emerge from their cover and quickly advance towards Peter and White Rabbit's location. Peter was about to move before he noticed Lorina was still covering her head in protection and his spider-sense began to tingle.
'Uh-oh' Peter thought as he covered his head just as a loud thundering 'boom' went off and the entire room shook.
It wasn't a standard fragmented explosion like most grenades, but rather the release of highly pressurized air that caused Peer's teeth to rattle and his ears to start ringing.
'Acoustic grenade with a longer than average delay before the explosion... smart' Peter thought with a wince as he peeked out from his cover to see most of the Maggia were on the ground or their knees with their hands to their now bleeding ears 'Also ouch'
Talk about a ringer.
Seeing the gun men were distracted, Peter turned towards Lorina "Much as I appreciate the help, you need to get out of here"
"And what about you?" she asked with a frown.
"I'll get in contact with you later once I'm done here" Peter said before he nodded towards the door "Now get going before that sonic blast wears off"
Peter didn't wait to see if she'd do what he asked before he turned and leaped back into the fray without a second thought, firing off multiple web bullets at the closest gun men, either pinning them to the wall or ceiling, or clogging their weapons and render them useless. Through the chaos, Peter noted Anthony's position, the man was slowly making his way towards the door to follow after White Rabbit and escape.
Peter aimed his next several web bullets at Anthony's legs, pinning the man to the ground and prevent him from escaping before he heard the distinct click of someone pumping a shotgun behind him.
Peter turned to see a man, far closer than he realized, aiming at him with a dark grin on his face as blood dripped down his eras "Eat this web head"
Peter tried to move but the various turned over tables and destroyed chairs around him impeded his attempts to dodge the shot and was thus forced to take the hit in the chest. The force of the blast knocked the wind out of Peter and caused him to stumble back before he tripped over a stool and fell on a few glass bottles. Peter hissed out in pain as the glass shards dug into a few parts of his back that weren't as armored as the rest of his torso were. His spider-sense was still tingling as he felt a shoe on his chest and looked up to see the man who shot him aiming his shotgun right at Peter's face with a grin.
"Nighty ni-" the man began before Peter shot a glob of web in his face with one hand while the other quickly reached up and pushed the barrel aside just as the man pulled the trigger.
Fortunately the pellets fired from the gun went into the floor beside Peter's head, missing him completely, unfortunately the close proximity of the gun going off caused Peter to let out a pained yelp as everything suddenly went to a sort of muffled ringing sound.
'Damn enhanced hearing' Peter thought angrily as shoved the man off his chest and quickly climbed back to his feet, shaking his head to try and stop the ringing in his ears before he felt his spider-sense go off again and he ducked under several more gun shots.
Peter turned to see two men still standing, well one was standing while the other was still kneeling, a hand to his bleeding ear as he aimed at Peter with a sneer. With a quick flick of the wrist, Peter shot a web line towards a still intact table and used it to swing into the last two gun men before he turned his attention to Anthony as they man was cutting away at the webs around his legs with a knife.
"Come on, come on, come on, come on, come-" he began before he cut through the last of the webbing and grinned before a shadow fell over him and he looked up to the red narrowed lenses of Spider-man.
"Going somewhere?" Peter asked with a grin under his mask at the pale look the man adopted.
Anthony gulped before he made to stab Peter in the thigh before being grabbed by the throat and lifted into the air and thrown clear across the room. The man let out a pained yelp as he slammed into a table that collapsed under his weight while Peter slowly approached him, his hands tightening into fists. He waited until the Maggia shakily climbed back to his feet before he sent a painful kick into his abdomen, sending him tumbling back to the floor before Peter was on top of him, his feet resting on his chest while he had two spider limbs emerge from his back to help steady him even though it was unnecessary.
But it did help in further intimidating the man.
"OKAY! Okay man..." Anthony pleaded as he stared up at Peter's red lenses, his own terrified expression visible in the red reflective surface.
"Where. Is. Hammerhead" Peter asked as he leaned down with a snarl.
"H-He left the city man" Anthony revealed, staring up at Peter with wide fearful eyes "A-A-After he blew up that damn b-bitch-"
Peter cut the Maggia member off with a solid punch to the face that snapped his head to the side. Before he could recover, Peter grabbed him by the neck with one hand and pulled his fist back with the other and prepared to hit him again before his hearing picked up someone approaching him from behind. Peter quickly stood up and turned, his suit's waldoes at the ready to lash out whoever it was-
"Jesus..." the person breathed out as they took in Peter's appearance and the state of the bar itself.
Peter's eyes however widened as he took in the appearance of the man that stood before him. He was old, in his sixties at the very least with silver white hair on his head and a mustache of equal color on his lip. His attire consisted of a dark jacket, dark pants and equally dark boots.
It was Walter Hardy... Felicia's thought to be, until recently that is, dead father.
"Walter...?" Peter whispered in shock at the man's appearance.
Walter stared at Peter with wide uncertain eyes before they drifted to the still whimpering man beneath the wall crawler. After a few seconds, his gaze flickered back up to Peter's "I suppose your here for the same reason I am?"
Peter was confused for a brief moment before it clicked and he slowly nodded "Yeah... I am"
Walter nodded as he looked around "This is... this is a helluva lot more violent than I expected"
All around him Walter saw men lying beaten and broken around the bar. Broken bottles, spent casings and blood was splattered all over the floor and the wall was dotted with bullet holes.
"They started it" Peter snapped, causing Walter to back up with his hands in the air.
"I'm sure they did, believe me kid I know how these kinds of places usually operate" Walter said in a way that Peter supposed was his way to try and calm Peter down.
Before Peter could say anything else, his suit picked up an incoming call... from Yuri.
'Great...' Peter thought with a sigh as he answered the call "Captain, what can I do you for?"
"Where are you?" she asked in a impatient tone.
Peter glanced around the destroyed bar before his fell back on Walter "Oh you know... around"
"Would this 'around' happen to be the Bar With No Name?" she asked in a clipped tone.
Peter frowned at the tone she spoke to him in "Why's it matter if it is or not?"
"Because I'm getting reports of shots fired because a guy and I quote 'dressed like a evil looking Spider-man went in and started kicked the shit out of people' end quote" Yuri said in a accusatory tone.
"Hard as this is to believe, there are other people out there with a spider theme going for them" Peter said with a small shrug as he stepped over Anthony's beaten, bloodied but still breathing body "Maybe it's that Tarantula guy again. Or Bingham. You remember Bingham right? Could be another one of him running around, or even the guy himself."
Michael Bingham was one of the few inmates that Peter had yet to track down after Otto had attacked the Raft and Strykers Island. He'd been meaning to track down the unstable man the other night but then Mary Jane called him about the 'Maria' at the art museum and then...
"So your saying it was him?" Yuri asked in a unbelieving tone.
"Maybe" Peter said with a small shrug.
Walter quietly went over and hauled Anthony to his feet before they both turned towards the door and nodded to it "I'll... I'll be outside when your done. I'm sure this man has plenty to tell the both of us"
"Don't get too far" Peter said, just barely managing to mute his call to Yuri beforehand.
"I won't" the older man said as he practically dragged Anthony back up the stairs leaving Peter alone amongst the beaten and bloodied bodies of various thugs and low life criminals. Once Peter was sure that Walter and Anthony were gone, he unmuted the call on his end.
"Spider-man, look, I understand what your going through-" Yuri began before Peter cut her off.
"Oh you do huh?" Peter said with a scoff.
"Yes, as a matter of fact I do" Yuri bit out in annoyance before she stopped herself and took a deep calming breath "Look, just... just come by the Precinct in Chinatown so we can talk, okay?"
Peter was silent for a few seconds as he stared off into space before his eye caught his reflection in the mirror wall behind the bar and he looked. He... he honestly couldn't recognize himself. His suit covered in a few tears and blood, not all his, and the way the lighting hit him gave him a very unsettling look. He looked less like the Friendly Neighborhood Spider-man and more like some criminal he'd have locked up in the Raft alongside all his other Rogues.
After a few silent moments of looking at his reflection, Peter sighed "Fine, fine... I'll be over later tonight"
"Thank you" Yuri breathed out in relief.
And with that, Peter ended the call and proceeded to the exit just as the sounds of police sirens in the distance broke though the dark, tense atmosphere he found himself in.
...
Ten minutes later Peter, Walter and Anthony were on a rooftop that overlooked the Harlem river, just a few blocks from the Bar With No Name. The Maggia informer was covered from neck to feet in a thick cocoon of web fluid and stuck to the side on a water tower. Peter was silent as he stated at the man with narrowed lenses while Walter simply watched with an unreadable expression on his face. Anthony's eyes darted back and forth between the two with fear as he struggled to move his arms and legs which were webbed to the wall behind him at awkward angles that were starting to hurt.
"So this is how it's going to go" Peter said, stepping forward and crossing his arms across his chest "Your gonna tell me where I can find Hammerhead's safe house. The quicker you answer, the less times I have to beat it out of you"
Anthony gulped at the dark tone in Peter's voice while Walter stepped forward with a hard look on his face "And don't think spouting out some place will get him to stop. I have a knack for knowing when people are lying and will be able to tell pretty well if you are"
"You lie, I'll do worse than what I've already planned to do" Peter hissed out as he stepped right up to Anthony's face, causing him to flinch at the sudden movement. After a few seconds, Peter stepped back and let out a sigh as he spoke in a much lighter tone than before "So, where's Don oversized forehead hiding?"
Several seconds of silence passed before Anthony answered "H-He's... I can't just tell you man. The boss will kill me"
"What makes you think I won't" Peter countered with a growl.
"S-Spider-man doesn't kill" the man stammered out "I-If you did, there'd be a lot less of those other guys running around. And you'd still be left with no idea where the boss is at!"
Peter quirked his head to the side at this "What makes you think I can't have someone bring you back to life?"
Anthony's eyes widened at this "W-What?"
"Perks of being on a first name basis with a couple of Gods" Peter said with a small shrug.
Granted the only God that Peter was on any sort of friendly basis was Thor but he was incapable of pulling off such a feat... but Anthony didn't know that or need to know.
'Though if he actually paid attention he might. Still, best not hint at which 'God' I'm close with, just to be safe' Peter thought as he saw the look of terror in Anthony's eyes as Walter spoke up.
"So, tell us where your boss is, and we're done. We leave and you can crawl your worthless hide back to wherever your from" Walter said with a frown on his face "Or, you can be difficult which in turn will make this whole experience... unpleasant"
Anthony glared at the elder Hardy "You think I'm stupid enough to rat the boss out to some old fuck and his faggoty sidekick"
"Hey, why am I always the sidekick?" Peter asked with a scowl of annoyance.
Seriously, people always label him the sidekick!
Walter simply shook his head at Anthony "I don't think your stupid, not completely. But you will be stupid if you decide to be a problem for us-"
Anthony interrupted Walter by spitting at the former thief's face. Peter let out a growl of annoyance as he shot a glob of web at Anthony's mouth before he turned to see Walter calmly reach up and wipe the spit from his cheek.
"You okay?" Peter asked.
"Peachy" Walter said in a unreadable tone as he stared at Anthony with a dark look in his eye "Just peachy..."
Suddenly Walter stepped up towards the man and punched him several times in the gut before delivering a painful backhand that snapped Anthony's head to the side. Peter winced at the last hit as he saw a tooth go flying out of Anthony's mouth as Walter grabbed him by the hair and forced him to look up at the older man's face.
"You said that Hammerhead has left the city. Your gonna tell us where he's hiding you little disrespectful little shit stain or so help me I'm gonna be cutting your eye lids off with your fucking teeth, do you understand me?" Walter growled in anger.
Anthony swallowed nervously as he started into Walter's eyes with fear.
"Is Hammerhead at least in the state still?" Peter asked with a tired sigh.
Anthony was quiet for a moment before Walter slapped him across the face "He asked you a question kid, either tell him yes or no or I'll start with your molars and work my way forward"
"H-He's still in New York" Anthony stammered out.
"Where?" Peter asked with narrowed eyes "Is he here in the city still or somewhere else in the state?"
"S-Somewhere else" Anthony spitted out.
"And where, exactly, is that?" Walter asked.
His question was met with silence, causing Walter to sigh and shake his head.
"Fine, have it your way"
And with that, Walter drew his multi-tool from his front pocket and slammed it into the side of Anthony's mouth, hard. The man let out a pained yell as he felt a tooth knocked loose and blood full his mouth. Walter made to hit him again before he felt a powerful grip on his arm pull him back. Walter stumbled slightly before regaining his footing and turned to see Spider-man's masked cover face looking directly at his with narrowed lenses.
"That's quite enough of that Walter. Wont be able to tell us anything if you break his jaw" Peter said in a low quiet tone.
"He'll talk if it means keeping his teeth in his mouth" Walter snapped as he ripped his arm out of Peter's grip with a cold glare as he stabbed a finger into the wall crawler's chest with each word he spoke "Your being too soft on these animals!"
...
"Your being too soft"
Peter blinked as he glanced at Felicia with a quirked brow under his mask "I'm sorry...?"
The trapped thug also turned towards the Black Cat who was watching the two of them with an unreadable expression on her face. For the past several minutes she'd been a silent observer to Peter's 'interrogation' of the part time weapons trafficker but it seemed after several poor jokes and quips from Peter and a few smart ass answers and comments from his unwitting detainee, she had finally had enough.
"Your being too nice" Felicia said as she gestured towards the man who looked at her with a scowl "Look at him, he's not even remotely concerned with withholding any sort of information we need"
"Hey, I have a system that's like ninety percent effective" Peter said with a slight scowl of annoyance "Patience is a virtue after all"
"Well your system is gonna waste our time while his friend's move his shit somewhere else" Felicia said with a glare "Need I remind you that those weapons of his are gonna be sold to the Jade Syndicate. Who will than in turn use them for one of their upcoming heists?"
Peter frowned at this "Fifty cal. machine guns and a few RPG's seems a bit of overkill to open a bank vault. Whatever happened to the old tried and true doctor scope thingies? Or using some giant power drill thing to drill a hole into it"
Felicia's look darkened slightly at this "Spider, we both know that those weapons aren't for the vault"
Which Peter knew, and Felicia knew he knew, they were for the police response once the alarm from the bank was triggered or a random bystander called the police and reported it. Now Peter and Felicia knew where the heist was gonna be and when, but their job, in Peter's opinion, would be much easier if they severely reduced the Jade Syndicate's firepower for the event. But that meant finding where the weapons were, which meant questioning the man that sold said weapons to the less than law abiding organization... which Peter, from Felicia's perspective, was failing.
Before Peter could say anything else, Felicia brushed past him and stepped right up towards the restrained arms dealer with a blank look on her face. she gave him a quick once over, taking note of the light bruising on his face before she placed a hand on her hip and began to speak.
"Look, the heist that the Jade Syndicate is planning is coming up soon, so we're short on time. My friend and I know that with what your planning to sell, you have your product stashed somewhere remote so as not to risk the police's attention but spacious enough to house everything your offering. Now we've narrowed it down to a few places that you might be storing the shit, but as I said, we're short on time" Felicia said as she brought a hand up and pretended to examine her nails "So, how about you save us, and yourself, the trouble and just tell me where your stash is at and the worse you'll have to experience tonight is what my partner has done to you..."
She than leaned forward and seized the man's chin with her hand, her claws extending slightly to dig into the man's skin and cause him to wince as her voice dropped into a cold whisper.
"But jerk us around, and believe me I'll know a lie if I hear it, and I'll do much, much worse. Understood?" she asked as she released the man's chin and narrowed her eyes "Now... where are the weapons?"
Peter watched as the man stated at Felicia for a second before he snorted and turned towards Peter with a bemused grin "Really, she's the bad cop between the two of you? Little miss black latex and boots here?"
The man shook his head at this, chuckling "Jesus, wait till the others hear about this, the bug having to rely on his cock sucker to question people-"
Felicia cut the man off by suddenly placing her hand on the side of his face and extended her claws out fully, causing the man to wince at the sound so close to his ear before his eyes widened and his body tensed as she curled her fingers slightly and have the claws rest on his skin.
"You know what that is there honey?" Felicia asked in a quiet voice, one of her claws tapping on the side of the man's face, just above the eye "It's called the trigeminal nerve. It's what allows for chewing and biting and is responsible for sensation in the face"
"How do you know that?" Peter asked in a low voice, a sense of dread filling him as he stood rooted to the spot.
Felicia ignored him as she stared into the man's eyes as fear began to fill them as her eyes darkened and her voice grew colder as her claw began to dig into the man's skin, causing him to wince in pain "If you do not answer my question, I'm going to take my claw and stab it right through your supraorbital foramen. Trust me, it's going to hurt... unless you answer my question. Where. Are. The. Weapons?"
"Fuck you-" the man began before Felicia suddenly stabbed her claw into the man's trigeminal nerve, right under the supraorbital foramen like she promised. Peter flinched at the sudden action and took a step forward before a harsh glare thrown over Felicia's shoulder froze him to the spot.
In the months he's known her, he's never, and he mean's never, has he ever saw such a dark look in her eye. He knew she could be dark if push came to shove, more than he could at any rate. But to see it, to see the usually smiling, flirty and bantering woman so cold and so violent... and the fact she seemed unbothered by the screams of the man before her, blood pouring down his face as his squirming caused the claw to dig deeper into the nerve-
"THAT'S ENOUGH!" Peter suddenly yelled, taking a step forward and grabbing Felicia's wrist, far harder than he's ever had before, and pulled the claw from the now sobbing man's face.
"Let go of me!" Felicia snarled as Peter's other hand grabbed her shoulder and pulled her back and forced her to turn around so that she was facing Peter directly.
"NO!" Peter snapped in a angry tone "This, this- what in the ever loving fuck are you doing?!"
"I'm getting results" Felicia hissed as she shoved Peter back a few steps with a glare and pointed towards the whimpering man "You think a few bad puns and a bit of light slapping are gonna make him talk? The sheer amount of money the Jade Syndicate is giving him is more than enough for him to suck up his pride and let you bitch slap him a few times. By the time he does get around to telling you, those guns will be gone Spider!"
"Oh, so because he's being difficult we should resort to carving him up like a fucking horror movie?" Peter asked with a hiss.
"If it means keeping people safe, than yes" Felicia responded with a dark look on her face as she stepped forward and her voice dropped to a cold whisper "You want them to take a bunch of people's Uncle Ben's away Peter?"
He made no response as he stared at Felicia with wide eyes under his mask's lenses. The whited haired woman looked at Peter with a regretful expression, she knew it was a low blow, a very low blow, but he needed to understand that if he didn't push harder, a lot of good people were gonna die. Several months ago she wouldn't have cared much if at all, but in her time teaming up with Peter his almost nauseating sense of justice and responsibility had begun to rub off on her.
Some days she hated it, some days she loved it.
But tonight, she thought, it was time something of her's rubbed off on Peter...
"Now than..." Felicia whispered darkly as she stepped back towards the still whimpering man and ran her bloodied claw across this forehead "Let's try this again... where are the weapons?"
He told them not long after. They found them where he said they would be without trouble. They destroyed them with little effort on their part.
And Peter stopped talking to the former Jewel thief for over a week.
...
Peter stared at Walter for a moment before he brushed past the older man and proceeded to rip Anthony's cocooned body off the tower. Walter watched with puzzlement as the wall crawler leaned in close to the man's face and snarled.
"This is going to be your only warning from here on out. Lie to me or stall for time like you were with him, and I'll break the other one"
Anthony frowned at this, blood trickling down his chin "Other what-"
Peter cut the man off by slamming his palm in the man's left arm with enough force to shatter the bone underneath, causing Anthony to let out a pained scream that echoed through the night...
...
And done.
Next chapter, As Peter meets with Yuri, Mary Jane investigates a possible Maggia weapons cache...
