answers to reviewers questions or statements:
RonaldM40196867: Not really, what makes you say that?
Nomad98: Peter isn't quite at Punisher's level, believe it or not he's still in the area that Daredevil and Moon Knight operate in, it only seems more violent and brutal because it's Spider-man doing the deeds with his abilities.
Kryn Womble: Silver Lining isn't gonna go quite like how it did in the game, nether is Turf Wars which we are just about to begin. As for Silver Sable showing up however, yes, she will.
Rider Paladin: We'll see where Daredevil's been all these years but let's just say that he understands what Peter's going through.
josereyes121367: I wouldn't say that Miles is the only person that could hopefully help talk Peter out from continuing down the path he's on, but he's currently the only one that can physically go toe to toe with him if it comes down to it, at least in terms of locality. Honestly, I'm still deciding if I should have Felicia actually be dead or have her suddenly appear again out of the blue. Though the latter would offer up quite a few interesting possibilities as Peter sees that she's been alive this whole time and well... it won't be very pretty.
Disclaimer: I don't own any Marvel characters seen, mentioned or used.
To say that Peter's been a bit miserable the past week since he and Felicia stopped that planned heist by the Jade Syndicate would be an understatement.
Ever since the night, when he saw just how far Felicia was willing to go with people, Peter had been avoiding the woman as best he could. He ignored any calls and texts she sent him, which was only one of each the day after what happened, and he threw himself into his work for both Otto and his Aunt and Li over at F.E.A.S.T. It wasn't healthy by any means, ignoring what happened, nor was it the gentlemanly thing to do, ignoring a girl that he really, really likes and was more or less his partner, but Peter had no idea what to do. Sure Peter knew that Felicia probably didn't have the best of 'origin stories' and noticed her slip up and dropped an occasional comment that hinted at a grim past, but what he saw that night was... he still had no real way to describe it.
It was such a far cry from her upbeat and flirtatious personality that always seemed to make the dark and foreboding situations they sometimes found themselves in more tolerable than they should be.
'Ugh, what am I gonna do?' Peter thought as he sat on a ledge of a building that wasn't far from Felicia's penthouse, ten minutes to midnight.
For the past hour he's been trying to work up the courage to head over to the woman's home and apologize for his behavior. But every time it seemed that Peter finally was about to do just that, he'd remember the screaming the webbed up dealer made and the look on Felicia's face and his resolve would crumble like a house of cards. He thought of talking to someone about what happened that night, without going into too many details, but the only people that Peter felt he could even remotely look to for guidance was his Aunt who had no idea of what it was he did, and Daredevil's alter ego Matt Murdock, blind lawyer by day, grim, stoic, badass crimefighter by night.
But Matt was currently away in Japan tracking down some leads on Fisk's overseas ventures in the land of the Rising Sun and Peter sure as hell wasn't gonna talk to his Aunt May about what happened.
"How in the hell would I even begin to broach that subject?" Peter said as he stood up from his perch on the ledge and began to pace back and forth "Oh hey Aunt May, it's Peter. Look I need some advice about this girl that I really like. Like really like, like. You see she sorta straight up tortured this dude, like nearly carved out his face with her literal claws, and I've been avoiding her, any tips? Oh yeah, I'm also Spider-man if that helps clears a few things up about this whole thing"
Peter doubted Uncle Ben would know what to do either. Or his parents. Or even Mary Jane when she got to actually talking to him again. Harry might have some kind of advice, but something told Peter it wouldn't work for this sort of situation. The girls that Peter has usually been around lately tended to be of a much different breed compared to the ones Harry was around.
"UGH! Why'd I have to be such a loner!" Peter moaned as he slumped to the ground and gripped the sides of his face.
Seriously, he doubted Iron Man had to go through this kind of crap in between driving fast cars, dating insanely hot women and flying around in one of the most advance exoskeletal suits on the face of the planet.
With a heavy sigh Peter looked up to Felicia's penthouse, most of the lights were off but he noticed the light for her bedroom was on, although it seemed a bit dim. So she was either still up or one of her cats had got into her room again and started to play with the light switches again.
'One of these days her cats are gonna start a fire doing that sorta stuff' Peter thought with a shake of his head as he shot a web line out and swung towards the former jewel thief's home.
The sliding door on her balcony was unlocked, which a part of him hoped meant that Felicia has been expecting him. Or she simply forgot to lock it on her way back from wherever she's been. With one last inhale, Peter entered the darkened penthouse and glanced around the living room. He could see a few cats lying around the place, one on the couch, another on a chair and two curled up next to one another at the base of a statue that he made a point of not looking at for too long, he might recognize it as belonging in a museum or something.
*MEOW*
Peter looked down to see one of Felica's cats, a small black Persian cat with a few white spots on their face. The wall crawler smiled at the feline and kneeled down to scratch the purring cat behind his ears before he began to rub himself against Peter's leg. Felicia often said that Peter was the only person she's seen been allowed to pet any of her cats, most of the time they avoided people or swiped at their hands if they tried to touch them.
"Hey Laurence, your mama home still?" Peter asked the cat quietly as he glanced towards the hall that led to Felicia's room "Or is she out... shopping?"
Laurence's response was another 'meow' before he turned and trotted towards the chair that Peter saw a cat lying in and hopped up on to one of it's arms and began to bat at the sleeping cat's ears. Peter snickered as the sleeping cat woke up and hissed in protest and began to swipe at the Persian with a slight growl in retaliation.
"Oh fuck baby!"
Peter froze at the sound of Felicia's voice coming from her bed room, along with the sounds of... well the sort of sounds that people tended to make when they were in a bedroom and in a particular mood.
Peter wasn't sure what it was that drove him to slowly approach he door to Felicia's room, which was cracked open enough that he'll be able to at least risk a glance inside that he knows he'll regret. In fact, almost every part of Peter was screaming at him to stop, back away and leave. But the small part of the wall crawler that wasn't screaming at him was telling him that if he did, he'll never be able to muster up the courage to speak wit the woman again. But by the time he made it to the door of Felicia's room and leaned in to see what was happening inside, even though he already knew, it was too late regardless.
There, in the center of Felicia's room was her very large, circular shaped bed, resting on a small raised platform of sorts made of pure marble. The silken sheets that cost somewhere in the upper five digit spectrum were winked, stained with sweat and other bodily fluids, and in some areas, torn. In lying in the center of the bed, in a tangle of sweat covered limbs, were three individuals, one of which was Felicia, who laid in the middle of the human sandwich. Behind her was a man that Peter never saw before with an entire arm sleeve of tattoos, his prick firmly inside Felicia's pussy, while lying in front of Felicia and engaging in a intense make out session with the white haired woman was a woman with caramel colored skin, the left side of her head was completely shaven.
'Huh... guess now I know why she didn't seem so interested in trying to talk after the first day' Peter thought as he stared at the scene with wide eyes for a moment before he stepped back and stared at the floor, his mind trying to find a way to... well to make sense of what he saw.
They weren't dating, hell they've never even kissed aside from an occasional peck on his cheek, though Peter always thought she was teasing him. Was it meant to convey a deeper meaning and he, clueless when it involved matters of the opposite sex, gave the impression he wasn't really interested?
Another yell of pleasure from Felicia's room broke him out of his mental... well mental thinking thing. Against his better judgement, Peter risked another glance, mentally chiding himself for doing so, just in time to see that the man that Felicia was having a threesome with had finished... inside of her.
Felicia let out a moan as the unknown man's seed filled her up before she leaned forward and caught the lips of her female companion for the evening with her own, her tongue darting into the other woman's mouth. The three let out a series of giggles and laughs as they began to re-arrange themselves for another round, the man was now on his back while Felicia sat on his waist and the other woman took position on the man's face.
Felicia grinned at the other woman and leaned in to kiss her again before her eye caught movement, Peter's movement, just beyond the door.
"Hello?" Felicia said as she leaned to the side slightly to see if she could get a better view of whoever was behind her door, the woman that Felicia was with turned and looked over her shoulder to see what her lover spied.
'Shit' Peter thought as he backed away from the door before the light in the hall suddenly switched on.
Peter's eyes widened as he looked around to see what triggered the light, wondering if there was perhaps more than two lovers gracing Felicia's bed this evening before he saw that it was one of her cats that was behind the light's activation. It was a white tabby with grey spots on his sides and back, looking up at the light switch that he managed to hit when he hopped on to a small table in the hall that held a number of personal photos Felicia had of herself and her mother.
Unfortunately the light in the hall was all Felicia need to help her identify the intruder as she caught a glance of a red arm with a black web like pattern on it's surface.
"Spider?" Felicia said as she quickly climbed off her lover and took a step towards the wall crawler, but Peter was already lone gone by the time she reached the door to her room and stepped out into the hall.
Maybe he should've answered her call and text after all...
...
Michael Bingham, now known to the media as the Blood Spider, let out an enraged, almost squeal like roar as he tore his way free of the APC Peter sent him flying into.
Peter watched the man practically claw his way free with a almost amused smirk under his mask. He'll never admit it, but watching Michael frail about like a child throwing a temper tantrum was a little funny in a fucked up sort of way. He knew that the man wasn't right in the head, he had some form of mental disorder, which was only made worse thanks to whatever crap the Kingpin pumped into him to give him spider like powers but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't on the verge of laughing from the image Michael struck.
"KILL YOU!" Michael screamed as he lunged towards Peter, far faster than the wall crawler expected.
Peter narrowed his eyes and braced himself for the impact, under normal circumstances he'd try to dodge Michael's attacks, but tonight, tonight he was feeling... direct.
Michael's fists slammed into Peter's forearms as they were brought up to block the Blood Spider's hits. The force of the impacts sent jolts up Peter's arms, it seemed that Michael had hit some weights while he was away in Ravencroft, or perhaps his abilities were still slowly developing. Feeling that he'd be sent flying back from the sheer power of the force regardless if he was sticking to the floor with his feet, Peter had his suit's nanomesh, located on his back, to form four spider like limbs and use them to pierce the ground and help keep the web head stationary.
Michael's lenses, and likely his eyes, widened at Peter's actions, he likely expected the web head to dodge to and if not, still be sent flying back. Peter gave the man a savage grin under his mask as he quickly reached out and grabbed Michael's arm and lifted the man up and over his shoulder before slamming him into the ground. The impact of Michael's body against the floor created a small localized tremor that caused a few nearby crates and tables to shake, as well as leave a human sized crater in the ground.
Michael let out a pained groan as Peter released his arm before giving the man's side a kick that sent the one time faux Spider-man skidding across the floor before he struck the wall with a painful 'thud' like sound.
'Sorry Michael, but all of those lessons on how to fight with Miles has given me a pretty good idea on how to fight another person with spider powers' Peter thought as he watched Michael struggle to climb back on to his feet.
"Y-Y-You... y-you..." Michael growled as he held his side with a pained expression that was visible even through his mask "K-Kill you!"
"Sure you will" Peter said with a eye roll as he side stepped a sloppy punch thrown towards him by the dazed man "Right after you stop being some cheap dollar store brand of me"
"S-SHUT UP!" Michael yelled as he tried to throw another punch at Peter before the wall crawler caught it and used the other man's momentum to bring him into his own punch.
Michael's head snapped back from the hit before Peter sent two punches towards the man's gut, one hitting where his kidney was while the other struck his solar plexus. As the Blood Spider doubled over in pain, Peter grabbed the man by the head and brought it down into his rising knee and struck the man in the jaw with enough force to crack the bone. Michael made a pained groan as his hands flew to his mouth while he fell to the floor before Peter grabbed the man by the ankle and began to spin him around in a circle before releasing him into a pile of crates.
Normally Peter would've just restrained the guy with his webs after he knocked him to the ground, but the web slinger was still in a bad mood after his talk with Yuri. And seeing him trying to attack Mary Jane... talking about Felicia...
Peter shook his head as he slowly approached Michael as the man pulled himself out of the remains of several crates that were filled with high end looking Sable energy rifles. Peter's eyes narrowed at the sight before he filed away that tad bit of information for later.
"Y-You... you..." Michael gasped as he climbed back to his feet and glared at Peter through his cracked lenses, one of which fell away to reveal his bloodshot eye "I'm gonna rip you apart for that!"
"Have to touch me fi-" Peter began before his spider-sense went off a split second AFTER Michael tackled him to the ground.
Huh... that was new.
"DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE!" Michael yelled as he slammed his fists into Peter's face repeatedly, no real pattern, the man was just wildly swinging into Peter's face like a rampaging chimpanzee.
Peter gritted his teeth in pain with each hit that connected with his skull as he brought up a arm to block most of Michael's attacks while the other reached up to aim at the Blood Spider's chest before a powerful concussive blast of air shot out from Peter's web shooter and sent the man flying into the air.
The concept was based off the Shocker's Vibro-gauntlets though noticeably less powerful but still extremely convenient to have when Peter has found himself surrounded or an enemy was too close to his liking. The only real downside to the nifty little gadget that Peter was working on was that it tended to depressurize the web cartridges in his web shooter, had to pull the pressure necessary to fire compressed air from somewhere after all, thus rendering the web shooter practically unusable until he could replace the compromised cartridges' with new ones.
"CHEATER!" Michael screamed as he landed in a crouch a few meters from Peter, snarling like some kind of animal "YOU CHEATED!"
"Says the guy trying to copy me" Peter remarked dryly as he slowly climbed to his feet, his head throbbing from all the hits it took from Michael.
"I'M NOT COPYING YOU! YOUR COPYING ME! YOU STOLE SPIDER-MAN FROM ME!" Michael raged as he slammed his hands into the ground, creating cracks in the floor.
"Back to that shit again are we?" Peter said with a scoff.
Michael screamed in rage as he ran towards Peter, his hands out and fingers curled to tear into the wall crawler like they were claws. Peter waited until Michael was closer before he grabbed both of the Blood Spider's wrists and allowed himself to roll back and use his feet to kick the crazed man over himself and into s table lined with disassembled weapons and what looked to be a few Sable jetpacks.
"I don't know why, but i thought you'd be a little better this time around" Peter said as he slowly got back on his feet and turned to look at the Blood Spider over his shoulder "I mean you were able to go weeks without anyone ever finding you when the city was falling apart and up until now, no one knew where you were. But now? Now I'm starting to think you were just hiding in some hole when Hammerhead found you"
"FUCK YOU!" Michael hissed as he grabbed a part of a jetpack's thruster and threw it at Peter only to watch the web head reach out and grab the part.
"I can't begin to imagine just how pitiful you must've looked for him to actually spare you and throw you a bone. Hammerhead isn't known for his charity" Peter shook his head as he tossed the part over his shoulder.
"He saw how valuable I could be to him" Michael hissed as he began to limp towards Peter "If it wasn't for me, he never would've found where that stupid cat lady's place was and blow it sky high!"
Peter's eyes widened at this before they narrowed as he suddenly closed the distance between the two of them and grabbed Michael by the throat and hoisted him up into the air until the man's feet were a few inches off the ground. Michael let out a choked sound of surprise at Peter's sudden move and tried to pry his hand off his neck before Peter flung him clean across the room and into the several more crates, the wooden containers shattering under the force of the man's impact and his body weight. Peter didn't bother to wait for the man to recover as he leaped over and grabbed the Blood Spider again and threw him back across the room and into several stacked tables.
Michael rolled out from under the knocked over tables and looked up to see Peter approaching him and quickly raised a hand to shoot him with one of the guns he saw lying on the floor. Peter didn't even flinch as the crazed man began to squeeze the trigger, only to hear a 'click'.
It wasn't until Peter grabbed him by the throat again that Michael remembered that he unloaded all of the guns down here so that Hammerhead's people couldn't use them on him.
In hindsight, probably a bad idea right about now.
Peter didn't even hear Michael's pleas as he continued to throw him across the room or slam him into the ground, all he could now see or hear as his body seemed to move on autopilot was the last few seconds of Felicia's life before it was ended.
Staring at him with that small grin of her's before she was engulfed in fire and taken away from him.
For days Peter's been trying to figure out just how Hammerhead found out where Felicia was staying. She wasn't stupid, she had to know that Hammerhead would be having her followed to try and find out where she lived and taken steps to prevent that... but even she would've likely overlooked someone as pathetic as Michael Bingham. Seeing some cheap knock off of someone she claimed to have cared about must've been a bit funny at first before she realized just how utterly dumb the man was and wrote him off as another common thug of Hammerhead's...
Which was exactly what someone like Hammerhead would've counted on... because he used to be that sort of guy, the one no one ever saw as a threat and wrote off as someone worthless.
Well, look where he was now.
"P-Please... s-stop" Michael cried as his body was skipped across the floor, his suit torn and covered in splinters, oil, blood and dust from being thrown everywhere.
Peter growled as he reached down and ripped the remnants of Michael's mask off and slammed a foot on the man's chest, pinning him to the floor.
"Tonight isn't a good night to push me Michael" Peter snarled at the man as he watched him try and fail to free himself before he gasped in pain as the wall crawler placed a bit more pressure on his chest with his foot "Now I'm going to ask you something and you better answer. Where. Is. Hammerhead?"
While Anthony gave Peter and Walter a name of the town that the Maggia Boss was lying low at until he could make his move against the other Don's of the Maggia, he slipped into shock before Peter and Walter could gleam any more details on exactly where the man was. Michael didn't strike Peter as someone Hammerhead would've taken into his inner circle, but the wall crawler was willing to bet that a rat like him still found a way to uncover where he was hiding in the event 'Hammerhead turned on him'.
It was than that Michael began to giggle, the sort of nasally giggle that someone makes when they knew something that another doesn't and were planning to drop the bombshell on them because they could. Peter's lost count of how many times he's heard that giggle from some guy he was fighting and he hates it a little more every time.
"What's so funny?" Peter growled as he stared down at the beaten and bloodied man.
"Just... just funny is all..." Michael said in between his fits of crazed laughter before he looked up at Peter "I had her... I had her like this... too. Pinned beneath me, at my sweet... mercy"
Peter's brow furrowed in confusion at this "What?"
"Feeeeliciaaaaaaa!" Michael said in a sing song voice as his head bobbed side to side, causing the blood on his face to spread, honestly it was a wonder the man hadn't passed out yet.
Peter felt his blood freeze at the sound of Felicia's name leaving this man's bloodied lips, and the almost perverse grin that he was now sporting.
"Oh yeah" Michael said with a grin before he spat some blood out, though all it did was land on his chin before it began to drip down to his neck, skirting along the finger shaped bruises Peter left when he grabbed him "When she was working for Hammerhead... we had all sorts of fuuuun! Though not as much fun... as she had with the boss I think. He really got her screaming... when he-"
Michael was cut off by the sudden emergence of one of Peter's limbs on his back, the tip of the hardened nanomesh just inches from the point between Michael's eyes.
"Shut. Up" Peter snarled as he glared down at the Blood Spider, his body nearly trembling with rage.
"Or what?" Michael asked with a snarl as blood leaked from his nose and mouth and all across his face "You gonna... hurt me... some more?"
'I'll do a lot more than hurt you" Peter warned as the spider limb lowered itself closer to Michael's head until the tip was just touching the man's skin "I'm gonna see if your healing is as good as mine"
At this, Michael's eyes widened a little "Y-Your... b-b-b-bluffing"
"Tell that to the man whose arm I just crushed earlier tonight" Peter growled as he increased the pressure he was exerting on to Michael's chest, causing the man to whimper a little as he reached up to try and dislodge Peter's foot.
"Y-Your just m-m-mad... that y-y-y-you... didn't get t-t-to... f-f-fuck her again-" Michael began before Peter withdrew his foot and sent the spider limb towards the man's head.
Michael closed his eyes before the tip of the robotic limb could pierce his skull and waited for the unimaginable pain. But as the seconds ticked by, Michael realized that he was one, still alive, and two, wasn't feeling any pain in his head. Michael's eyes slowly opened and blinked as his head slowly turned to where the mechanical spider leg embedded itself in the ground mere centimeters from his head.
A look of confusion appeared on his face and he opened his mouth several times as if to say something, but nothing ever came out. Eventually he turned back to look up at Peter just in time to see his fist fly straight for his face.
"Wh-"
THRACK!
Peter would be lying if he didn't feel a stab of vindictive pleasure soar through him at the feeling of the Blood Spider's nose breaking and the sound of his head slamming into the ground with a satisfying 'crack'. With a grunt, Peter kicked Michael's unconscious body away and glanced around the room and took in the state of it. Dozens of crates were crushed, revealing their damaged weaponry and hardware inside, all Sable International, and the APC's looked like they've seen better days in a war zone.
"How the hell does Hammerhead have all this shit?" Peter muttered to himself as he tried to understand how even someone as well connected as Hammerhead could get this much of Sable's equipment.
While the wall crawler may have a few issues with how Sable's people operate, he couldn't deny that they were very careful on maintaining control of their state of the art hardware so as to not fall into the wrong hands. Hammerhead could've bought this all through some corrupt Sable agent, or maybe he slowly acquired it during the chaos of the Devil's Breath, but even that was a bit of a stretch considering how tight of a leash Sable kept on her people.
'Maybe Felicia helped him steal it when she was... working for him' Peter thought with a hint of bitterness before he remembered Michael's words.
"When she was working for Hammerhead... we had all sorts of fuuuun! Though not as much fun... as she had with the boss I think. He really got her screaming... when he-"
Peter shook his head and quickly headed for the tunnel that'll get him out of this place, he and Mary Jane were due for long talk.
...
And done.
Next chapter, Justice is blind... friends aren't.
