Roscoe had a plan. Steal the jewels for a client, profit and make it easy. Nueva York was smooth sailing. From what his source read it to him as, the bank was reported as a massive tower, said to be inaccessible in the upper half. There were three roughly the same size as the description all within a three-mile radius, the tallest of the three was believed to be the main target. Most likely, that's where the most valuable items lie. He couldn't scout it, but he had done harder jobs like trying to steal from an underwater base. Now that was hard.

As Shadowfox, he was notorious for getting into places most people couldn't, sneaking around like his namesake even into high stories. He had his night goggles in his bag as well as his suit as he checked into a no-tell motel in the underground.

He did a little research and although his target bank did exist, there seemed to be no consistent location. Maybe this was the hub of its operations? Whatever it was, it had plenty of activity in its name. But there were rumors. They swore there were people spotted high in the restricted access but could walk on walls. Some believed it was haunted. Now, the legacy of Spider-Man was well known. No child after 2002 didn't known his alias and there have been a few variants said to roam since, the current Spider-Man of 2099 was said to be a vicious one. The only person who was able to walk upside down was Spider-Man. Multiple Spiders…that was insane even for him. Now that was a rumor because there was only one known Spider-Man in Nueva York.

There was a challenge. The security of the future was nearly impossible to fool unless you were smart enough to do it. Shadowfox was clever but he did rely on other's insights along with his own to understand the full picture of what he was facing. He could only do so much. No one was that crazy prepared. And he couldn't waltz into a bank anymore as he could when he was in his 20's two decades ago. The security systems they had were dangerously accurate. If your identity was known, the A.I. systems were onto you instantly. It made his job hard. He basically had to go blind with the word of the hiring boss.

"You sure it's this building? I've checked the layout twice. Everything below the twentieth floor is mapped out but there's no interior schematics for anything above it."

"Of course," his boss, Bentley, said on the holofeed, "it's heavily guarded. No one gets in or out with their security system."

Roscoe brought up a sonar map that had all three buildings in sight that posed as potential locations. He pointed at the one he suspected was the bank.

His boss didn't give him the direct answer, merely stating, "The Alchemax Bank is right there, not hard to miss."

He pointed between all three rather quickly and when he was shifting away again towards the building he suspected, the boss said, "Yes, that one."

He took it as his final answer. Although, he didn't like the inconsistency, suspecting his employer was not being as honest as they seemed, even if it wasn't the bank, he could rob it blind easily. After all, any building with no logged schematics sounded quite like payday and obvious of an important building in central Nueva York.

The dark underground with its orange glow of filtered light made the holomap glimmer as he focused on his target building. Be wary, Alchemax, be very wary for the Shadowfox is going to be on the hunt tonight.

Getting suited up that night, Roscoe made sure the claws on his gloves were fully sharpened and his gear was prepared. His night vision goggles sat on his head as he tapped the side button, their lenses now dark purple and ready to be used. When he put them on to test them, they grew brighter, and his vision shifted to a thermal setting. He switched it to sonar that briefly scanned the area for objects. He could see most metal and minerals in a white array while everything else remained black allowing him to pinpoint his desired loot.

With a grunt of confidence, he placed his goggles back on his head before putting on a strip of latex mask over his upper face with eyeholes so the goggles wouldn't leave marks on his skin when he used them. His outfit clung a bit tight on the chest and legs, but the material was flexible and light, allowing him to maneuver with his agility without hindering his speed. Attaching grapples to his wrists and a black scarf gaiter that he could use to cover his mouth when needed, his suit was complete. He could blend into the shadows with ease. Roscoe declared himself fit for service and jumped into his hover car.

Nueva York was still bright at night but had a bluish white glow to its city life. Humble energy produced by the not-so-glamorous underside of the city. It was ironic really. The building of his desire had a point at the top, many windows and what seemed to be bridging hidden among the infrastructure was barely seen between the smaller peak combining with the highest.

He latched his ship near the midsection of the tower, the fifty-third floor, which had a small ramp. The door was sealed. After leaving his ship and confirming this, he scanned the exterior to find out what he was working with. Medium density glass and strong walls, that was an unusual combination for a bank stash. Usually, banks had a strict material density minimum to deter criminals. Granted, he had the technology to break into such standards, but this seemed easy for a supposed treasure trove unless his employer had lied…

He went to the window next to the door and pressed a button on his wrist. A precision laser cut clean through the glass, making a square cutout. With the pads of the gloves, catching the glass and keeping it steady as he set it down carefully worked like a charm.

When he went inside, Roscoe expected a bank to have lavish furniture, a grand setup upstairs but all that was in the building were rows of unaligned, giant pillars in every direction imaginable. The ceiling wasn't visible even with windows everywhere on one side and stacked platforms on the other. It was…vacant. Maybe no one had purchased it, but it was said to belong to a Miguel O'Hara and he assumed this Miguel owned the bank below. Despite some light coming up through the windows, the place was dark, nearly pitch black with only the outlines of the abnormal shapes seen.

He walked the stretch of platform attached to the door to the dock. The interior was like a fun house, some doors were upside down, some were weirdly on the ground going down, there were giant shafts and platforms that looked like they were only accessible if one could crawl. So much space that stretched to a nearly unseen roof. He felt like an ant in a human house for a better comparison. It didn't help the area seemed to creak in the ambience like it wanted to shift...or something was shifting among it.

Roscoe suddenly got a shiver down his spine. The feeling of being watched crept across him like bug bites. He peered around in the empty darkness until he saw something in the corner of his eye. The shadows must have been playing tricks on him or a hover car passed outside because he thought he saw an outline of something seemingly crawling among the rafters above. As soon as he tried to pinpoint it, no movement was detected.

He activated his sonar to see if anything of interest was around. Nothing appeared definitive but there was a large cluster up high on the near-top floor on the farther side of the building he had yet to access. Maybe the building was designed to prevent theft after all in its own unique way. It was still a mystery to him unless this was Spider-Man's base…though it seemed a little too big for a single man.

He scoffed to himself. "Ghosts. Yeah right."

Switching to thermal, that's when Roscoe noticed a strange anomaly. Thermal vision could only capture body heat or high sources of direct heat. To see several orange specks waning in and out of existence among the high pillars and background that appeared purple, that was cause for alarm. He quickly removed his goggles to see if he could identify what they were. He saw nothing in the dark. Putting them on again, a few specs still appeared but not as many. The concept had him curious. Maybe the tower was haunted, or maybe his goggles were glitching. Despite this, he still made it his personal mission to find out what that cluster seen in one of the higher stories was about. Now it was time to put his claws and grapples to good use.

He began to climb the wall up to the closest pillar, swinging up to see if he could identify what those small heat signatures were. There were no vents on the randomly strewn architecture so there was no heat, but there was no one around either. He reactivated his thermal vision, specs in the far distance but nothing concrete. Not wanting to waste any more time on the trivial matter, he took to the walls again, grappling between pillars to the highest he could go. It took him over ten minutes to even get halfway to the height he needed to. By the time he reached one of the doors, he was already finding the climb exhausting.

A sudden faint noise made him pause at a door he aimed to go through. It echoed, coming from somewhere below him but over the ledge, he still saw nothing. A growl echoed somewhere on his right, at least what he assumed it was, and made him tense. Still no sign of life.

Roscoe became increasingly paranoid. He didn't believe in the supernatural much, but this was starting to become unnerving. Where were the night guards? Where were the security systems? Something about this wasn't right.

Snarling to himself, he persisted. He was leaving this building with something and at this point, he was going to keep it for himself. He wasn't in the mood for games, he wasn't going to play nicely, and this was not a situation he wanted to be in where he couldn't tell what was in here. He had robbed plenty of places before, all with their gimmicks and guards but this was ridiculous.

He hacked the door console after a first failed attempt to cut through it. It was a strong form of titanium. Now that was a good sign. Those were the defenses he needed to confirm there was something valuable inside. All the tricks of the building to hide a hidden cache. Very clever indeed.

The hall he ended up in had a pathway on its ceiling as well strangely and it led to another open section that appeared as a giant lounge room café, but it was vacant as well. The windows with little light going through showed seating across some of the pillars that went even higher than his previous climb. Stations and halls littered the place like it was a spider web of a giant mall. He made sure his sonar isolated his target, now more directly above him in a space beyond the ceiling. So, that indicated there was at least one more access he needed to find.

This time, traversing the vast pillars was morbid. Every step he took on the platforms he could walk and the others he had to grapple or crawl to, the faintest echoes of ghostly noises stirred among the complex. He thought he heard footsteps, heard a horse in the distance which shouldn't have been possible and even kept seeing shadow figures occasionally. If this place was haunted, he would be very close to burning it down. The noises were driving him mad. The further up he went, the more activity below and farther out occurred. If he didn't know any better, these "spirits" were not willing to part with whatever he sought.

A loud bang made him flinch and a predatory rumble followed somewhere past the platform he had started on in the second half of the area. He mouthed "what the fuck" as a large shadow crept in the abyss. His eyes went wide, and he caught a glimmer of a red tail before it disappeared…there was no way this building had a dragon or something in it?! He gaped at the thought, shaking his head. No, he was imagining, hearing things. There must have been some type of chemical in the air, or the stress was getting to him.

Unwilling to find out firsthand if his mind was playing tricks or not, he quickened his pace until he found an elevator…that was upside down. Maybe this was Spider-Man's hideout after all but that didn't explain the creature he may or may not have seen. The heist was already weird enough, this did him no favors, but he was too stubborn to quit. He already made it this far.

He hacked the elevator door, simple enough, but had to keep himself from plummeting over a hundred feet upside down, a task he found quite difficult even with his clawed gloves. Once he confirmed his bounty was among the top level accessible by the elevator, he rigged it to move. The elevator had an amazing view of the city within a stretch of windows, all the city lights during the night were glistening ever so beautifully. When it halted to its destination, Roscoe made short work of the door found it had a normal entrance that he could flip right side up on. He liked the sturdy ground, especially now.

The frown he had walking into a workshop filled with parts and technology unknown was very prominent. It was like a mad scientist's lair, and he didn't even know what was valuable enough to steal. The red lighting of the walls that seemed to whisper with echoes undetermined had him creeped out. The sonar alerted him to his prize just beyond the cluttered hall somewhere to the left but when he got to the main room, it was nothing but pillars similar to what he had seen in the other areas but more tightly packed to where the walls weren't seen at all. A platform attached to the ground with dim orange screens rested in the center of the few open spaces in the vast room. He approached with utmost caution. This wasn't right. This couldn't be right. All this for just a computer-

A yawn made him defensive as he turned to his left to a section of the room hidden from the entrance view. Roscoe had seen many things in his life...but this was new. He somewhat let his guard down upon seeing a stockpile of chests and furniture that appeared to be antiques, a priceless fortune for the rarity of them all. They were packed into a space that was a makeshift study with a desk and a chair left abandoned. What lay inside the chests was currently unknown but that didn't pique his interest more than a giant spider web just above the homely section and a tiny form sleeping in the middle.

Intruder.

They could sense him. The ones that stayed in the Society for the night all grew anxious, alerted by the foreign presence.

Intruder.

And he was too close.

The spider's nest that was their home away from home became rustled. Many began to leave their chambers tense and angry at such a bold move for a mere citizen to dare to make. Even the animals of their Society were awakened. Everyone parted as their resident Tyrannosaurus stalked the halls growling with a horse and its rider following behind. The cat, the dog, and the werewolf were no exceptions. The nestling was in danger.

Intruder.

They won't allow that, especially not them. The sensors of the building were silently going haywire and both red and brown eyes narrowed at the ping as they were crouched on the ledges of the building. Claws threatened to puncture through the suit and skin of its own palm. The fear and anger mixed to rise into a cocktail of suspense. Cameras showed all but there was no call to attack. No, this was going to be personal. It was personal. And they would hunt down their prey so close to what was theirs.

A red-haired baby girl, no older than eleven months, lay on a tilted large web sound asleep. She was laying on her front, her arms close to her head comfortably despite no blanket. Curious, Roscoe searched for answers as to why a random baby was in the middle of a web among infrastructure that kind of held the appearance strings of a web too. In fact, the whole interior below had a web-like patterning...

"No fucking way," he whispered to himself.

He was in the middle of Spider-Man's lair, but if that was true, that either meant Spider-Man kidnapped kids to eat them as some rumors of vampirism and cannibalism went or this was...Spider-Man's daughter. He was beginning to think the latter as there was a bag of assorted baby stuff and a play rug with toys just off to the side of the more expensive furniture. Then he had a thought. If this was Spider-Man's daughter, that would make her one of the most valuable people in the world.

Now, Roscoe wasn't a complete monster he would say, but he knew a good deal when he saw one and wasn't above kidnapping for ransom or selling what was valuable no matter what it was. The offspring of a superhero was worth more than most of the fortune the bank itself below had. Rich wannabe parents would pay billions for not only the child but for the glory of having one, especially if they had powers. The Black Market had many people who would want a child with supernatural abilities and Spider-Man being Nueva York's greatest hero of all time, this child would be priceless. If his time and patience had been wasted, he was going to get his money's worth, and nothing would stop him from doing so.

A table beneath the web had a carrier stashed on the seat and a tag on the bag in red glitter pen. "Mayday." What type of name that was he didn't know but it was fitting for the situation. Suddenly, Mayday stirred.

She cooed and stretched, blinking rather heavily from her slumber. With typical baby babble, he expected her to cry for food or to be changed. Instead, she seemed to linger a second before turning towards him. She could sense him. That was interesting to say the least. Bright blue eyes held innocent wonder; he almost felt bad for what he did next.

"Mayday...? Hello, Mayday," he said in faux kindness.

Mayday giggled and slowly crawled to him to investigate this new stranger. He thought she would stop at the edge of the web just above him but then she leapt. He didn't catch her but there was no need. He stared at her baffled as she crawled around him, on his back, his shoulder and even upside down under his arm. She wasn't even gripping at his clothes to move. After she shot a web and hung upside down from his other arm as he lifted it, it confirmed to him that this was Spider-Man's kid. He tried not to make any sudden movements as he evaluated his plan and grabbed the carrier. However, Mayday grew a little upset seeing him handling the carrier. It didn't belong to him.

"Now, now, you and I are going to go for an adventure. You'll be home with new loving parents soon, don't worry, you spoiled brat."

Mayday became stubborn and tried to shoot back to the large web just to climb it like a jungle gym, but Roscoe made a terrible move on his part. He caught her, which made her whine as he dragged her back into his grip. Mayday paused to look at him and whimpered, gesturing to the homely web she had been sleeping on without disturbance up until now.

Roscoe snapped the carrier onto himself before forcing her into it. "No! You can come with me whether you like it or not! I am getting my payday, and you are going to stay there like a good little girl. Got it?"

She stared. It was hard to not feel bad at the wide eyes but then they furrowed as she began to shed tears. But the heart-stopping moment of the situation was when she let out a loud wail that echoed everywhere. Even as her voice died down to smaller noises, he could hear the echo go across the interior even beyond the hall and out into the open area. He froze up as a feeling of dread hit him. The silence had him hearing his heartbeat. Then all hell broke loose.

In an instant, there was a massive uproar within the building. Shouts, animalistic bellows, and some unidentifiable noises echoed back like a tsunami. The computers flared to life, making him step back as they became alert and read a signal he couldn't decipher. It was reacting to a presence, but he didn't know if it was him or someone else. He got his answer on cue.

A growl above him had him straining his neck to see its origin and Mayday in the carrier he wore stopped crying. She still had tears but was making grabbing motions. Roscoe's eyes were as wide as saucers when he spotted red outlines of a Spider suit most of all. Spider-Man was here...but there was another. In the shadows, a second one appeared, the whites of the mask narrowing to slivers. He could only try to move backwards to not let his guard down around the mysterious two Spider-Men that existed. That shouldn't have been possible.

The Spider-Man with red lighting's face mask retracted and he saw glaring red pupils and fangs, claws coming down onto the pillar he was perched on leaving markings against the titanium. That couldn't have been human...but that meant the rumors were true. Then Mayday became fussy again. As soon as she made another wail, he bolted the same moment the vicious Spider-Man above crawled one more step before leaping down.

The Shadowfox was an excellent criminal, at least that's what they told him when they praised him for getting what they wanted or when his friends complimented him on personal heists. Here, in this moment, he was nothing but a frightened, petty thief. He clambered over loose technology desks in his way and almost tripped more than a dozen times trying to outpace Spider-Man of all people. He had to throw some of the parts back to stall his pursuer. It was then he recognized the face.

Miguel O'Hara. Fangs and blood red eyes like a demon would haunt his every nightmare. Catching brief glances back to see Miguel ripping apart his own stuff without losing a second of speed as he sprinted after him was even more nightmare fuel for the blazing fire that was the chase. As soon as he made it out into the open where the elevator was, he took a sharp right to intend go down a hall he had missed previously. He heard Miguel clash with the elevator glass upon sliding into the turn with a snarl.

Roscoe kept a hand over Mayday's mouth to prevent her from making noises as he raced through a maze of orange energy boxes, not even paying attention to the contents. He hid behind one, watching terrified as Miguel growled like a predator. The second Spider-Man still with his mask on crawled along the wall scanning any visual space for him. He found it hard to breathe as he backed away slowly, not wanting to be eaten or dismantled by the two Spiders. His back nearly hit another orange box when a fist slammed against it within, sending him stumbling back startled.

"Help me, please!" A variant of Electro yelled, though it came through slightly muffled.

Roscoe stared at the remnants of blood, particularly around the neck. Like prey wrapped in webbing for later meals by a spider, there were boxes of enemies, some worse off than others and Roscoe's head began swimming as he peered around horrified at what could very well be his fate.

A sudden swipe of a clawed hand narrowly missed his face as he had a mere second to jump back from it. Miguel shoved a box with a variant of Rhino aside to get through the space before charging Roscoe. He quickly slipped between two large cages right as Miguel reached for him. Claws scraped as far as they could reach when the feral Spider-Man couldn't go any further, snarling with a dark glare. He nearly ripped out his arm before shoving all the boxes of criminals in his path.

"¡Te voy a destruir!"

As he crawled under a table and around crates, he had to dodge claws swiping at him. Two of them left deep strikes on his backside, shredding the material of his suit with ease. He yelled out as he could feel blood seeping down his spine. He continued, nonetheless.

Mayday whimpered and all Roscoe could say to that was, "I know the feeling, kid."

Webbing hit two storage chests within the hall he then sprinted down and upon looking back, they were dragged towards the other Spider-Man before being flung at him. They both missed though one came dangerously close to taking off his head. Suddenly, he gave a yelp as he failed to see the ledge and plummeted down a few stories past pillars until he shot his grapple out and swung himself to a platform. Pausing to take a breather, Roscoe clutched his heart cursing low. Mayday was still whining, and he grew fed up, taking her out of her carrier.

"All this trouble for you! That's fucking stupid-!"

The baby's eyes were completely flooded as her nose dripped with a red tint to her cheeks and eyes. He was almost tempted to chuck her off the platform, but he knew he wouldn't get paid for this mess if he didn't take her.

Multiple other pairs of eyes, upside down and all, opened simultaneously in the darkness to his right, making him pause and slowly look in the same direction. They were silent but a few hidden growls were caught. It took him a second to realize they were all Spider-Man. This was their nest, their home, and he had stolen their baby. And they were waiting for him to make the wrong move because they didn't want to risk hurting their Mayday.

A snort of air was blown towards him. Both Roscoe and Mayday looked into the only dark space among the sea of eyes, the former with a raised brow until large white spots opened with a beastly growl while other Spiders were glaring at him. The shadows seemed to rescind, and the thief nearly dropped Mayday in shock as a Tyrannosaurus Rex with the typical red and blue colors and Spider symbol slowly stomped into view, teeth prominent on its features as the black dots of its eyes among the white splotches haunted his soul. It gave a deep rumble, opening its jaws carefully and letting the strands of saliva break apart in its mouth one by one to emphasize the danger it possessed. Its jaw shivered, yearning to eat him alive. The only thing preventing that was once again the little girl he held who wept.

Slowly, he placed her back in the carrier as Spider-Rex's tail swished agitated. The honk of a car baffled him from the tenseness until Peter Parkedcar, Spider-Car, slid to a halt beside the massive dinosaur. It had no driver, but it jolted forward a few times honking and revving its engine in warning. It was ready to run him over or crush him against a wall...or both. A horse neigh also caught his attention. Horse Widow and her Spider cowboy were standing upside down with the horse rearing angrily, ears pushed back, a werewolf-looking monster with a Spider mask roared at him lurking above, and even a cat hissed at him. All these super freaks were here, and he had only heard of one up until now.

Sprinting, he narrowly avoided being struck. He grappled up to a higher pillar as webs were shot at him. He flinched when Spider-Rex snapped off a lower portion right under him trying to get him by jumping. Various Spider-Men swiped at him, forcing him to fight back. He dodged two strikes of a multi-limbed entity before having to flee in fear of being overwhelmed. As he backed against a wall, his worst fear came back.

The sound of metal breaking above had Roscoe the most fearful as Miguel tore through the wall like it was nothing and jumped down from pillar to pillar. If the others were hesitant to harm him, he definitely knew Miguel would do nothing less but kill him. Out of options, Roscoe did the only thing he could think of in the moment. He ran like a coward with Mayday still strapped to his person.

Spider-Rex and the other animals roared, and he didn't dare look back this time as he dipped into another hall. He could hear the dinosaur breaking through the doorframe. There were the most notable footsteps of a livid Miguel hot on his trail.

The first section of pillars he had started his failed heist at he jumped down to as the closest one was right next to the door. He jumped again to another to slide away as more shouts echoed. Webs were shot at him from all different directions and one angry Miguel was practically clawing his way down to catch him. When he got too close, Roscoe rolled off the side, grappling down to another platform and landing on his feet. His muscles wouldn't thank him for the rebound in the morning. He was nearly to the exit where his hover car was. Mayday didn't share his excitement of escape as she gave off another cry. He expected his getaway vehicle right where he left it, instead he slowed down and stared panicked as his hover car was torn to shreds with large teeth marks fit for a dinosaur. Speaking of whom, Spider-Rex was closing in on his location and so was Miguel.

He had nowhere to run now, nowhere to hide. In a bold move, he ran at Miguel back inside as the Spider-Man leapt at him. He ducked beneath the man and heard him slide around to pursue him still. He jumped off the platform, using any tactic he could to evade a horrifying Miguel.

A sudden sharp pain in his leg had him nearly trip and kick blindly back. He saw he had kicked Miguel right in the jaw and while it didn't break any teeth like he hoped, the Spider-Man slowly turned his back to face him with a snarl and a bloody nose. Roscoe had claw marks down his shin, but he didn't let that stop him from running despite the pain.

As Roscoe ran, he wondered if he could hide. Maybe if he went back to the baby's nest, he could evade Miguel and his legion and find a way out. It was honestly a terrible plan but without anything short of immediate death, he was willing to take a risk.

"Can't catch me! Can't catch me!" Shadowfox muttered aimlessly to himself.

Mayday was quiet but still had plenty of tears running down her face. When Miguel slammed into a wall to transition to crawl on it like a demon, Roscoe grappled up farther trying to retrace his steps. The whole chase, his adrenaline soared as he somehow outpaced the brute. He just kept grappling…like Spider-Man could use his webs. He considered it luck mostly, too focused on not dying being his main reason for success.

He bounced off a wall which Miguel swiped his claws against as soon as he left his spot. Over and over again, a trail of marks followed him before random furniture was shot up towards him with red webbing disintegrating after detaching from its shooter. The objects thrown hit the underside of pillars and the wall hard enough to not only shatter the things themselves but take chunks of infrastructure with them.

Suddenly, the secondary Spider-Man that had been by Miguel's side at the beginning of the chase caught him off guard and tackled him with a fierce grunt. Out of ideas, Roscoe just went nuts. He headbutted the Spider before throwing him off, ripping his mask. To see the fabled Peter Parker here, in the future no less, stunned him but given there was a giant Tyrannosaurus Rex currently out and about, it didn't surprise him too much.

Peter shot a web at the carrier and Roscoe caught it, only to find himself flung around with peter's abnormal strength. Mayday then cried out, "Da!"

It hit him like a freight train. That was Mayday's father. Peter Parker was Mayday's father. Then what was Miguel? He swiftly got his answer when the latter flipped upward onto his space. Claws were threatening bloodshed, skin nicked with each swipe that barely missed being fatal. He grappled out of Miguel's reach to see the two Spider-Men continuing the chase.

As he finally reached the room where he found Mayday, he sealed the door only to jolt back when an indent appeared from a strong punch and a growl followed. He tried to search for a place he could hide, anything to spare him. He heard more shouts, more movement and it wasn't just in the hall. Beyond the ceiling and the floor, he could hear crawling. They were all looking for a way in. Every Spider-Man in the Society was storming after him. Spider-Man didn't kill but with all these Spiders, he knew very well there was a bend to that rule if need be. Another punch made the metal door bend towards him. His time was short.

Roscoe hid with his hand over Mayday's mouth in the corner of the room within a cabinet that had a few slits to see through right as the door was forced off its track. It flew past Miguel's computers and smacked against the wall with a loud clatter. Light came from the hall in the otherwise dark room and all Roscoe could see was the shadow of the monster slowly moving closer, making him appear larger.

Claws embedded in the doorframe. He felt hopeless as he watched Miguel begin to sniff him out. Like a beast...like a father searching for his cub. Roscoe had known his mistake from the moment he made it, but he had been so sure of his skills. Now, he was prey to an angry parent. His arrogance no more. How could he have been so foolish...

Mayday made a whimper, and red eyes whipped towards their direction along with the stalking Peter Parker moving out of Roscoe's line of sight to search for him from above. More Spider-Men arrived, hunting him. The Spider's nest was rattled to the core, and he was right in the middle of it as Miguel approached with a fanged snarl. He was too close; he would get him. In the thief's panic, he could hear his heartbeat over everything as Miguel was nearly facing him mere feet from the cabinet, a breath most dangerous warning him to either run now or perish. He chose the latter.

Roscoe pushed open the cabinet door to try and knock Miguel unconscious and distract the Spiders as Mayday cried for both parents. It certainly threw off Miguel for a second, but his stunt proved meaningless in his adrenaline rush. Instantly, he was blindsided by Peter who slammed him down, nearly choking him until Mayday gestured to the aggressor. Spider-Man's hold went slack slightly before making the executive decision to rip Mayday out of the carrier into his arms. Roscoe's only form of leverage was gone.

Furious, he was quick on his feet, tackling the masked man only to see Peter B. Parker pissed off. He refused to acknowledge this and snarled, "Give her to me!"

It was the wrong thing to say as he tried to grab her from Peter, and she cried louder, not liking the stress. Peter kicked him off but before Roscoe could retaliate, the Spider-Man sent a sharp knee to his face and fled up high. Seeing Peter cuddling and calming Mayday while several other Spider-Men guarded them made Roscoe despise them until he slowly pieced together that Mayday was safe...which meant he was out in the open in a very dangerous position.

His eyes glanced among the shadows as growls and snarls were ever present. Normally, Spider-Man would web him and be done with it. This wasn't a normal situation. The darkness of the building was somehow growing or at least that's what it seemed like to him. He could feel their glares, their fury and in the moment of uncertainty of how his story would end, he could see Miguel's bloodthirsty eyes above all. It seemed the others held back their desired punishments for him. They wanted to rip him apart for threatening their nestling.

They slowly surrounded him, almost all of them crawling like the arachnids they posed as. Beneath them, more Spider variants were homing in. He felt like he was inside a hive of demons. He made a mistake in the heat of the moment and this time, Spider-Man wouldn't save his soul. None of them would.

Miguel wanted to hurt him without a doubt, and he stood there shaking like a leaf as the fanged man leapt at him among his hopelessness with a wide-open mouth. A scream rang throughout the building.

Bentley hung up the phone, a suppressed smile on his face as the sun shined through his window. His mooks. He swiveled in his chair amused before gesturing outward like he expected them to know what he was thinking.

He clarified, "Another big shot bites the dust."

"Sir, this is the fifth criminal you've condemned to this fate. What are you trying to prove?"

"And that, my friends, is why we do it. To prove someone can. I had Shadowfox do what he was good at, but I never said he would be successful at the actual job. During the day, that fortress of O'Hara's is impenetrable. At night, as we've just found out, it can be breeched but it's a deathtrap. The Spider-Man who kills, what a riot. But I have no intention of ousting his little secret. Whatever he's hiding, I'll get it even if I must keep sending him prey to feed on before I squash him like a bug."

Miguel licked his lips, blood covering his lower mouth and throat. He turned away for a second to see Mayday laughing, playing with blocks on the large web with Peter safeguarding her. The sight made him forget for a second what he was doing as he made a rare smile when Mayday bounced one of the blocks off the web and it got caught part of the way down on it, the movement reverberating back to make both Peter and Mayday rock up and down to the latter's delight until the webbing calmed again.

"Please..."

Dark eyes turned blood red again and Miguel quickly snatched his pale prey by the throat, causing more blood to seep out and through Miguel's hand. Roscoe struggled and Peter grew defensive crawling behind Mayday to keep a watchful eye on the situation. He barely saw them, focused horrified at the monster holding him.

"You come into our home, and you think I'm going to be lenient? No, no, mi presa, you gave up your chance when you decided to barge in and take what isn't yours." His grip tightened, earning him an agonized whine. "And I will take every drop of blood you have. I intend to draw your misery out until I deem you worthy of death. But don't worry, I'll save a little for the others too."

Mayday was oblivious to the torture, but everyone else wasn't.

Roscoe's eyes trailed up past Miguel to see the whites of the other masks and eyes of the various forms of Spider-Men above in the rafters and on the pillars. They were growling, some predatory and others merely furious. They were going to kill him, slowly, painfully for putting their nestling in harm's way. When he glanced to the side, he made out a few bodies that looked to have been killed not too long ago hidden from even him when he first came into the morbid room.

It was at that moment he realized he had been set up to die. It was just a test, and he failed like those poor fools. One of the carcasses was snagged by Spider-Rex, their leg caught by Horse Widow, its rider uncaring as the two animals tore the body in half. The dinosaur ate its part, but the horse merely began chewing on a portion to draw out any remaining blood. Spider-Wolf and a few other animals joined the animal in feasting. What stunned him the most was the fact that a horse could eat flesh. All its rider did was pet its mane with a dark chuckle.

Spider-Man didn't kill...but when it came to precious Mayday, Roscoe knew now the rules have changed. He was stuck kneeling in front of a vampire of a Spider-Man that hissed at him low, his eyes growing wide as nearly all he could see was the fangs most prominent. At this moment, he was beginning to loathe little Mayday for having the security and protection of a hive of Spider-Men at her disposal.

Even his shadow expressed noticeable fear as the more gruesome and vicious Spiders crawled down slowly to descend upon him as Miguel planned on tormenting him.

Roscoe had no clue how long he was there, how many days were passing as he lost blood, lost fingers and held new gashes every hour. Today's medicine kept him alive between pauses. It was antagonizing to feel venom and pain never-ending. His screams and horror couldn't be heard by anyone except his murderers.

He had walked into the Spider's nest and now, he was paying for it.

AN: Very OOC for most Spiders...maybe not so much for Miguel or Spider-Rex. Just a thought about a horror-based setting where everyone acts like the Spider Society is a spider's nest instead of a humane club. I just had the thought randomly pop into my head so you get this monstrosity. Happy Halloween! And, please, don't go venturing into the Spider's Nest...