Jonah looked around the empty apartment that he used to live in up until recently, it didn't take long for him to realize it...

"Did I just get evicted?", Jonah pulled out his actual phone and just realized one small thing... he had hundreds of missed calls. Most of them being from his mother. "Fuck."

It did not take long for him to exit his now former apartment building and rummage through the dumpster looking for his stuff. The red eyed young man hissed as he pulled out his actual phone and dialed the Empire Sanitation Department. "Can't fuckin believe this."

He stood there, hearing the ringing as he finally got through. ["Empire Sanitation Department, this is Robbie."]

"Yeah, hi, I'm trying to track down my stuff since it was thrown out to the dumpster of my apartment building.", Jonah says as he looked around cautiously.

["Dumpster Number?"]

Jonah rolled his eyes as he lifted the dumpster effortlessly, he moved it to an angle that allows him to see the number which he glanced. "Uh seven, seven, four, nine, six."

["That was the last route of the night, if your stuff ain't there then you're shit outta luck."]

Jonah almost slipped off the wall as he was climbing along it. "Look, this is important. Can you at least tell me where the truck is at least?", he asked as he climbed onto the roof.

["Lemme check... hmm, should be at the municipal garage at Bowery and Grand."]

"Got it, thanks Robbie.", Jonah says as he ended the call, slipping on and adjusting his web shooters before jumping off with his mask on and a backpack in tow.

"I could care less about some of the shit, all I need is a few sets of clothes and my charger.", Bullet Spider groaned as he zipped through the streets of Harlem with ease, effortlessly passing through the streets of Time Square as he managed to make it to the municipal garage quicker than he'd thought.

Besides the truck he could see in the windows, there was no one inside at the moment. "Let's see...", finally deciding to use common sense he realized that the main entry point would be locked by now...

That was before Bullet Spider ripped open an external vent and crawled right in, kicking down the overhead internal vent and landing inside the garage. The spider immediately gagged as he rummaged through the garbage, glancing at a spider that just looked at him.

"Don't judge me.", Bullet Spider says as the spider seemed to just shake its body before scurrying off in a hurry. He let out a groan of annoyance as he punched right through the metal of the truck. "Shit, not there. Alright, don't panic."

Bullet Spider quickly came out the way he came in as he pulled out his phone once again. Dialing the number again and waiting the same amount of time. ["Empire Sanitation Department. This is Robbie."]

"Yeah, hi, is there any chance the truck wasn't at the garage?", Bullet Spider asked as he stood on a wall looking around, waving to a random homeless man who just... turned around and went onto the street.

["Sure. I guess, just means it would be somewhere in west Chinatown.", with this, Bullet Spider leapt off the building and swung through Chinatown.

"Awesome, I'll check now."

["Y'know, it's a long shot but the guys would usually stop for pizza before they drop off."]

"Really? Do you know which pizza shop?", Bullet Spider says as he lost his grip on his phone only to shoot a web to catch it.

["One of the mom and pop joints. Something with an L, I think."]

"Larry's?"

["Nah, that's east side."]

"Leo's?"

["Yeaaaaah, Leo's. Man I haven't been there in a hot minute!"]

"Thanks, Robbie! I'll pick you up a pie.", Bullet Spider as he arrived in front of Leo's immediately seeing a garbage truck and promptly rummaged through it. As it was not there, he went to the second one he could see... nothing. "Ah great."

Quickly dialing the number again, he was out through. ["Not there either huh? Hmm... considering there's some road work on their original route, they could've taken a different one. If your route is the last one then they should've dropped it off at the incinerator."

"WHAT?!!"

["Over by Manhattan Bridge, better hurry.", Bullet Spider immediately hung up and slingshot himself into the air, diving through the metal bars of one of the water towers as the bridge quickly came into view.

"Should be... THERE!", Bullet Spider quickly found the incinerator but also found three men surrounding an older sanitation worker. "Eh... why not?"

Bullet Spider quickly knocked out one of the men with a drop kick that pushed the other men back. "Holy shit! He's real!", one of the men pulled out a crowbar and swung at him... only for Bullet Spider to simply block it and kick the man square in his jaw.

The spider looked over at the last man who looked horrified at the sight of him. "Scram.", Buller Spider nodded his head as the man did just that, he just turned and sprinted away as fast as his legs could carry.

"I just thought...", the sanitation worker looked at him in surprise as Bullet Spider's demeanor quickly shifted, waving at the man with a more friendly aura. "I thought you were just some guy the Bugle made up... I didn't think you were real."

"I get that a lot.", Bullet Spider chuckled as he looked at the pile of garbage bags that were yet to be incinerated. "Mind if I look in there for some... personal items?"

"Go ahead, but watch out. That gangs been terrorizing the area for months now, there's probably more on the way.", the sanitation worker noted. "I gotta go file an incident report."

Bullet Spider gave a thumbs up as the man walked past him, he quickly lowered his backpack as he rummaged through the trash. Picking out his articles of clothing as he shoved his charger cable and box right into one of the smaller compartments.

He looked around and pulled out a small plastic bag within the garbage bag, untying it he let out a sigh of relief once he saw the mags and the extra ammo he had gotten for his gun. He then grabbed the box of web cartridges and stuffed some of them into his pockets before hooking them closed, shoving the rest into a small compartment before zipping the back pack back up.

"Y'know what... maybe I should make my very own bullet one of these days.", Bullet Spider muttered to no one in particular as he shoved the bag into his backpack before zipping it up. "Maybe with a c4 kicker? Hell yeah."

Bullet Spider walked up the side of a nearby building, taking out his phone and scrolling through the near thousands of notifications from his mother, the arachnid let out a groan. "Wishin Hobie was around, maybes I'd get a place to crash... then again, I don't wanna deal with his siblings so good for me I guess."

Propelling himself off the building with his toes, he popped his talons out as he grabbed the side of the building. Retracting them, he slid across the wall as he leapt up into the air into a web swing. "I need money, and fast. Now, how the hell am I gonna get that? It's not like Walmart job will give me the money I need, none of the big cooperations would even hire me without a crazy degree in biochemistry, best I'd be is a fucking janitor."

The moment he landed on a building, he let out an annoyed groan as he heard the sound of chattering nearby. "And here I thought I'd have a quiet night.

Right in Hell's Stacks, between two buildings that stood beside an opening to the train that passed by. A black Mercedes with tinted windows was surrounded by at least a dozen or more men. "You got it?", a hooded man said to another bald man with an almost empty gaze with a notable tattoo of a scorpion on the side of his head.

"Of course.", the man says as another beside him held up a bag. "Now then, do you got our payment? We ain't delivering this for free."

The hooded man looked to the driver through the rear through window, soon after the trunk popped open which allowed the other man to lift it up. Pulling out a duffle bag, unzipping it to show off a pile of dollar bills that seemed to be messily shoved into the bag.

"Pleasure doing business- HEY!", the scorpion tattooed man pointed ahead with a gun as the group of men turned around to see Bullet Spider holding a man by the neck. "Shit! Get him!"

"I'm not in the best mood right now boys.", Bullet Spider says as he used the man as a meat shield the moment a bullet was sent his way, throwing the man at one of the armed gunmen before flying in with a drop kick that left a sickening crack.

"He's faster than my internet!", the dealer hissed as one of his men charged in with a bat and swung at the spider, only for Bullet Spider to grab it with his back turned and pulled it out of the man's hand.

Without a moment to spare, Bullet Spider shot the man in the center of his chest. "Shit! Let's go!", before the driver could pull out he was immediately shot head as well.

The vigilante effortlessly weaved through the bullets that flew past him, some of the bullets only stopping thanks to the vest he wore. The spider quickly rushed towards them and rushed to two men, grabbing them by the head and slamming them on the ground by their heads.

"He's taking out too many of us!", the buyer hissed before a rope was dropped around his neck before Bullet Spider tugged back, causing the man to fall to the ground and leaving him vulnerable to an impact web that stuck him to the ground.

Bullet Spider felt a smirk form on his face as he dodged a swung from a man with brass knuckles before kicking him in the abdomen and into a brick wall. Before he knew it, only the dealer was left.

The scorpion faced man hissed as he aimed his pistol at Bullet Spider, who simply shot a web line and tugged it out of his hand only to shoot the man in the foot with his own gun. "AAHH!", the dealer hissed as he dropped to the floor in pain.

Bullet Spider just tilted his head to the side, with a nod, the masked vigilante approached the man as he threw a punch at the spider, who simply grabbed it and pushed his arm, causing a bone to pop right out of his elbow. Kicking the dealer to the ground and grabbing his good leg, pinning him there as he began to bend it towards his chest.

"Wait! Wait! Don't!", the scorpion hissed as he could feel his legs becoming sore as Bullet Spider stopped at a reasonable distance... before pushing the leg violently down to his chest, causing him to scream in agony.

With his frustrations sufficiently vented, Bullet Spider knocked the man out with a swift kick to his head. "That money...", he looked over at the duffle bag with money spilling out in the floor. "Considering the circumstances, it's not likely they got this legally"

Bullet Spider stuffed the spilt money back into the bag and zipped it back up, leaping into the air and flipping into a web swing. "This money was gotten in an illegal method probably, which means it's totally fine for me to at least steal it back from them for my own gain."

"I need it more anyways."

The moment he landed on other building, he could hear the sound of a metallic clank. It was a good distance away, to which he zoomed in with his telescopic eyes.

Bullet Spider nodded in confirmation, the sound was from a sort of device on the wrist of a woman scaling the side of a building. The woman herself from what he could see was curvaceous with short, stark white hair wearing a sleek, black bodysuit with white detailing around the arms and legs, the hand specially having claw like attachment on each of her nails. She wore white fur lined boots with an equally white utility belt. She wore black goggles with sharp green lenses, funnily enough, the woman also adorned cat ears.

The feline themed thief snuck into the building via a door on the rooftop, just a security guard stepped out with a cigarette and lighter in hand. Effortlessly slipping past the man as she carefully traversed the hallway, immediately putting her back against the wall to her left the moment she heard the sound of wheels squeezing.

The woman pushing it let out a yawn as a small indent on the tile floor caused the cart to jolt and sent a bucket of cleaning water onto the floor. "Shit, I thought they repaired this by now.", the custodian failed to even notice the blur that just zipped by.

The feline themed woman pulled out s small device as she approached a certain door, sliding it into the card reader. The woman tapped her feet on the ground as a small click was heard, taking the device out and entering the room, which was actually an office.

"There you are.", the woman smirked as she pulled out a sort of spray bottle from her bag as she approached a large, intricate painting of a woman. Spraying the area in front of the painting, it revealed a laser grid. Within moments she managed to use eight small mirrors to reflect the lasers, giving her a wide area to grab the painting.

The moment the white haired woman pulled it off, she looked completely surprised as there was a metallic vault right behind. She immediately turned and began rummaging through the drawers. It was just then she opened a drawer filled with files, quickly pulling out a red one, a metallic creaking noise was heard as the vault was opened.

Quickly grabbing the valuables she could fit in her bag, she immediately clung to the ceiling with her metal claws. "Shhh! I told you there was something happening!"

"Be quiet.", two security guards entered with their tasers drawn, being completely oblivious to the woman slipping right past them with ease.

Within moments, the feline themed thief exited the rooftop door with a smile on her face. "Wow. You're quite the upgrade from the usual losers I get.", the woman looked up to see Bullet Spider standing on the very tip of the structure.

With a smirk, she backflipped off the building. "Oh shit.", Bullet Spider leapt up and attempted to grab her only to be met with the sight of her clinging on the side of the building. "Hey! Wall crawling is my shtick!"

"Mine now.", the woman playfully taunted before pulling herself back on the roof. Bullet Spider planted his feet on the wall and began running up, using his webs to boost himself up and began running after her as she jumped to a neighboring building.

Getting on all fours, he leapt into the air and landed right in front of her. "Hey! You're gonna make me feel all lonely.", Bullet Spider mocked as he effortlessly dodged a jab to his face, flipping over a round house kick before grabbing another fist. "Calm the fuck-"

Bullet Spider was cut short as the woman threw him onto the ground, pinning him to the ground. "Cross the black cat, and you'll get seven years of bad luck.", the Black Cat muses as she was suddenly pushed off from Bullet Spider.

"That explains a lot so far.", his talons jutted out of his finger tips as he lunged at the Black Cat who laughed excitedly, dodging his tackle effortlessly before throwing a small orb at his head. "Ow- you motherfucker!"

"I'd love to roughhouse with you for a little bit, but I simply don't have the time for that.", Black Cat says as within seconds, the orb exploded into grey smoke, blinding Bullet Spider temporarily as he let out a few coughs.

Leaping out of the cloud of smoke and landing onto a flagpole, he looked around before letting out an angered groan. "Gone.", his talons retracted as he could feel his fangs emerging from his canines. "Ugh... I'm so tired."


Maya day at her desk as she was doodling something in a notebook, a few papers stacked right next to her as she was just spacing out while doing this. The moment she heard two heavy knocks at her window was the same time her heart fell into her stomach.

She looked over to see Jonah, wearing street clothes as he waved at her. With a smile, she walked over and opened the window. "What brings you here so late?"

"I uh... I got evicted from me and my mom's apartment not too long ago. Had to swing across the city to get some important shit back.", Jonah says scratching his head as he entered the bedroom, sliding the window shut behind him. "And since Hobie isn't in town nor are there any family members that live anywhere in New York... I just, came to you."

"If that's the case, let me tell my dad first so he doesn't barge in here and shoot you.", Maya says before she noticed the expression he had... he looked so sad, so defeated. "In a bit, but uh... why the long face?", the dyed haired woman asked as she sat on her bed.

"Before I swung over here, I stopped a drug deal.", Jonah unzipped his bag and showed off the money he had stolen from them. "I snatched the money from them, they got this illegally probably but..."

"But what?"

"I feel awful.", Jonah says looking at the money. "I don't know why, but it just feels... wrong."

Maya thought about what he said, tilting her head as she ponder on the thought. "I can't really say it from experience.. but maybe it feels wrong because there's a little bit of you that knows it's wrong. Can you use it better? Yes. Could other people also use it? Also yes. I'm not really good at this whole... psychology shit."

"Yeah...", Jonah slumped lower to the floor. "Anyways, I'm gonna doze off right here. Enjoy talking to your dad.", he stated casually.

"What?! You can't just-", Maya let out a groan as Jonah had already fallen sleep by then. "How do you just fall asleep on command like that?"


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