Spider-Man swung through the city, heading to Fisk tower. On the way, he realized Aunt May would be wondering where he went. Bus rides don't take this long. He quickly put a plan together.

After a few minutes of putting his idea into action, Peter finally called her.

"Hey Aunt May."

"Peter, where are you?"

"That's why I was calling. Changed my mind about coming home just yet, going to the mall with MJ. She wants to go with someone, and I happen to be nearby, so all works out. You can ask her if you want."

"Oh, it's okay Peter. I trust you and her. You're a good friend, enjoy the shopping trip."

"I'm sure I will, thank you. Love ya."

"You too."

They both hung up. Peter then called MJ back.

"I don't like this idea." She said immediately.

"I know this is not ideal. You're helping me out big time. If it makes you feel any better, I'm likely to get my butt kicked then more."

"It does not. How about we go to the mail for real? Avoid your ass whooping. And I won't have to be bored at the mall until you come home." She tried saying in a persuasive voice.

"Listen, my whatever he is needs help. He'll die if I don't break him out."

"Alright, stay safe. Don't do anything too stupid, Peter. I know that'll be difficult for you."

"Thanks for your confidence MJ. Making me feel great."

"I'm just playing. You are a safe enough person. And I am not at all concerned for the safety of anyone you are around."

"Holly sarcasm MJ."

"You deserve it for making me waste my afternoon. I'm going to quizzing you about if this was worth it in the

end."

"I hope it is too. Talk later." Peter hung up and kept on the way to Fisk tower.

Across the city happening parallel, an important meeting was finally about to begin. The elevator's dinging stopped, and the doors opened. Two guards walked out first, another man walked with the much larger man. This was Wesley and Wilson Fisk.

Silvermane sat in his chair as Wilson Fisk approached his seat. Silvermane's daughter stood beside him.

"Mr. Fisk," Silvermane said, not getting up for a handshake.

"Mr. Silvermane. Ms Silvermane."

Silvermane's face turned to annoyance. "You address me. Not her. As a matter of fact, Alisa. Could you please leave us?"

"Father, I have every right to be at this meeting. This is important to me. To us." She said, staring right through him.

"Please don't do this now."

"Fine. Good day, Mr. Fisk." She walked away, calmly escorted to the waiting area where some of the backup guards were eating lunch.

"I apologize for her. She can get emotionally in this subject."

"No apologies needed. As you know, I have a child. Out of control emotions are their specialties." They both laughed.

Silvermane lent forward in his seat. "Let's get down to business."

"Agreed."

"Considering you are imposing on my territory, I shall talk first. Any disagreement?"

"Wesley, get yourself a coffee," Fisk said, waving him off.

"Answer me. Please don't avoid the question," Silvermane snarled.

"Don't raise your blood pressure. You are correct. I have been imposing even farther on your territory, not a fan of Hammerhead. I imagine your assassination attempt on my wife was intended to make me back off. It turns out the plan backfired on you. Isn't it shameful?"

"I did not try to kill your wife. And Hammerhead is harmless."

"Lie straight to my face. How foolish of you."

Silvermane avoided the statement. "Hammerhead is rough around the edges. Yet I trust him with my operations. He'll listen to reason."

"My intents were not to speak about him. However, you appear to be applying that Hammerhead will take over in the event of your untimely death. Most fascinatingly stupid."

"Well, it's in the realm of possibilities. Time will tell. I'm not planning on dying."

"No one ever plans that. Now, avoiding talk of my wife like the plage is giving me the impression that you are, in fact, are telling lies.

"Your right. Let's cut the crap. I had her killed. Tried, failed it would seem. Unless you are the lair?

Fisk started blankly. "Can't comprehend, you confessed to what you did. Why? Why would you confess?"

"What will you do? Kill me here? My guards and your guards will likely kill one another. Both of us would die in the crossfire. Not to mention how cowardly it would appear. Do you think anyone would respect the man who killed his rival during a sitdown?"

"If I did that, it would send the simple message of my lack of rules. I can't be held down by old traditions, a man who's unpredictable, is a man whom couldn't fall as easy as someone like you."

"Overconfidence will be your downfall. Aways is to characters like yourself. So, are you going to kill me right here?"

"No. I do believe in rules. Some rules. This place is sacred. It means something to all the crime bosses of the past. Does it not?"

"It does, you should know that. I've heard you've used this place for sitdowns with smaller enemies in the past—skirmishes between small-time foes. Your memory does not treat you well. Who's the real older man?"

Fisk stopped talking for a moment.

"What's the matter? Did the cat catch your tongue? Say, why did you start coming into my territory before your wife's near-death anyways? I'm cerous to hear about your reasoning."

"Apologies, I must head to the washroom." He went off, starting to sweat as Silvermane sat back in his chair, grinning.

A guard approched Fisk.

"A phone call, sir."

"What now?" He asked miserably.

Spider-Man could now see Fisk tower straight ahead. Peter got a call from his burner approaching it. Sitting on a ledge across from the building, he answered.

"Captain?"

"Hammerhead escaped."

"Please leave the terrible comedy to me in the future."

"I'm not joking. His people stole one of our vans. Used it to pick him up. Thank god none of our people were hurt at least."

"That is good. Sorry, I'd love to keep talking, but I have to go do something not so hypothetically." Peter hung up and leaped into the building, climbing to the 29th floor.

The windows were clear for the first 20 floors. After that, they were not entirely one way but mainly were. Spidey sense was not going to help in this case.

Huh, I wonder if someone might be hiding something behind these windows. If I punch this window open, It'd be easier to get inside and recuse Guy. However, they'd know. Surely they would have alarms. Cameras? There must be a way to get in silently. Maybe a vent.

Peter searched for a vent that could be broken into with no avail.

Okay, no vents without an alarm attached. They put so much security into this place. Wonder what else is hidden in this place.

Spider-Man went to the back of the building, peeking around finding a loading area.

Now, this is something I can work with! A couple of guys still. Gotta stay hush hush.

Peter crawled on the wall above them, getting to the ceiling inside quickly.

Okay, going well. Now, how the heck am I going to go up 29 floors? The elevator is not going to work. Nor the vents, unless I'm lucky. Worth a try. Surely they wouldn't rig the vents inside. How paranoid can you be?

Spider-Man checked to make sure the guy had their backs turned jumping down. He walked through a door slowly and carefully, making sure the coast was clear. A vent was nearby. He shot web lines and began pulling it loose.

A goon spotted what was going to Peter's horror. He quickly moved webbing their lag, causing a face plant.

Spider-Man webbed the man to the ceiling and finished up entering the vents.

Crawling for a few minutes lead him up a few floors. Oddly enough, it was halted. Regardless, Peter searched for a serviceable exit point to go the rest of the way via stairs. Luckily for him, what he was looking for was close by. Spidey kicked the grate open and lapped down.

Alright, I am crossing my fingers literally for no badies. Come on universe cut me a break for the love of spiders!

We get bad raps! Apart from all the creep ones, poisonous ones and those t- I'm not going to say it. That name just gets me the hebby jeepeys.

Spidey continued walked on the stairs at an average pace.

Slow won't be wise as anyone might show up at any time. Fast could get me heard. So average it is. He thought, justifying it to himself.

Getting closer to the desired destination of course leads to more goons walking out from the 23rd floor.

Great, now what do I do? Fight them? Or hide? As he began to pounder, his Spider-sense told him the answer. Spidey jumped out of the way of bullets webbing zipping at his shooter, knocking them to the ground. Then beat back the other two goons with a double kick.

Now Spider-Man rushed to floor 29, knowing the jig was going to up soon.

Opening the door carefully revelled a long hallway.

Great. Back to the ceiling then. Now what? Maybe I could convince one of these lovely people to give me directions. Goons with assault rifles and armour ran around the halls. Peter kept to the ceiling, looking for a clue or lone person who could be persuaded.

They were determined they searched everwhere but above them. It was still not apparent Peter could climb walls and stick obviously.

One guard broke the mould and looked up above, encouraging the rest to do the same.

Oh, shoot. Peter sped across the ceiling and hooped down, rushing into a room as the guards were not paying attention for a brief moment.

The room was empty apart from many boxes.

Must be a storage room. Wounder what in these boxes. Spidey thought, looking inside of them. All he found was tons of paper. He skimmed through them as his reading was always impressive and time with not on his side. When was it?

Interesting. Wilson Fisk's name does not show up in any of these documents. Seem to be showing dealing and business stuff. I wish I could take these boxes with me. Wait, pictures! Of course, dummy. Maybe Stacy might know what to do with these. Or Guy. Assume he's still alive. No, I can't think like that. I need to focus on these docs first.

Peter took a bunch of photos, not as many as he'd hoped with a couple of the guards checking the room. They began firing immediately and shouting for back up. Spider-Man put away his phone and knocked the two out.

"You guys should not be so disrespectfully to all that poor paper!" Peter said, getting responded with more gunshots. He hid behind the wall. "Why the hate for paper! How many tests did you all fail!" He shouted back. In response, they shot through the walls. Spidey leaped back into the ceiling. "These walls must be thick as paper!"

A few of the guards began rushing in. Spider-Man fell on two of them and gripped the guard in front of him, throwing them through the doorway, hitting a bunch of the protectors of the building. Non of which stayed down. They did drop their guns, giving Peter a chance to web them so they couldn't grab on.

The seven reminding ones charged Spidey. This surprisingly worked, with one gripping on his lag. Stoping Spider-Man from getting into the air bring him crashing down. They all piled on top of the kid.

With all of his might, Spider-Man was able to get them all off. Beating them up with straightforward with them all disoriented after being pushed off. He got four down who must have had birds going around their heads. As the other three got together, ready to fight.

"Come on. This is a little unfair. I'll be gentile if you just tell me where my friend is."

"You have to be more specific." Guard one said.

"Shut up." Guard two said.

"Why? It's the prisoner wing." Guard one finished saying.

"Idiot! Why did you tell him that!" Guard two said, annoyed and pushed guard one forward.

Guard one tried to swing at Spidey, but he just got a knuckle to the face for their trouble. Guard two got the same result.

Guard three, however, was different."

"Wait! Daredevil is in Max security wing 1-1. It was saved for him. He's the bosses White Wale. The boss is not here right now, so you're in luck!"

"Um, thanks, why are you spilling the beans on your own operation?"

"Come on, you think I enjoy this? Any of us do? We get paid to guard stuff and put our necks on the lines. This means no difference if the boss gets a headache. I miss the old one. Whatever just knock me out and get out of here. I'll tell em I had a great struggle with you."

Peter shrugged his shoulders and knocked out guard three.

Spider-Man went on his way with no more trouble. He kept to the ceiling once more to evade any inconveniences. This time slower and carefully.

A few guards lingered around, patrolling and keeping close together near the cells of prisoners.

I was not expecting this. They have their own prisoners? If this is not warrant worthy, I don't know what is! However, they would say it could be faked, or how could they confirm this is true. Am I not a reliable source after all right? Darn. Just need to worry about Guy.

Progressing forward lead closer to Daredevil. They thankfully put of directions on the walls to indicate where you were heading. It turned out the floor above housed even more prisoners. That would be an issue for a later date.

Elsewhere with the meeting between Silvermane and Fisk, the latter had returned.

"Ah, Mr. Fisk. You've returned at last." Silvermane said cockily with a grin across his face.

"You think you're intelligent, no?"

Silvermane held his head for a moment.

"You like to talk of respect, Silvermane, do you not?"

"What are you getting at?" He put his hand down and sat forward.

"As I'm sure you know, A.I.M has been active in New York again. This is particularly shocking considering you've trash-talked them in the past, so I heard." Fisk said, sipping a cup of water.

"Indeed, they experiment on humans. I would never want to associate myself with people such as them. One should have higher standards than to stoop down to their level."

"My people have been tracking them, trying to make sure they are not active in the city. Too many freaks, am I right?" Fisk said, moving forward in his chair as well.

"Ironic, you had your own freak, did you not? What was it, Scorpion?" Silvermane remarked.

"It was a mechanical suit of amour, and the idea was to use him for the police. They could've had their own super-soldier if not for his incompetence. Should have looked harder for a candidate in hindsight."

"I heard rumours radiation was used. How civilized of you, gentlemen."

"Speaking of rumours, I heard they used some poor young man. I'm curious where the money appeared to do such experiments."

"I presume your trying apply I gave them money? Why would I do such a thing? What would I have to gain?"

"It is an intriguing prospect. What could they have given to you?"

"Nothing as I've not encountered them. You're implicates are becoming rather annoying. Why are you so persistent?" Silvermane asked, getting aggressive, rubbing his head.

"I'm curious, as you tell the truth about my wife, but not about your activities with A.I.M."

Silvermane went to stand up with his guards approaching. Fisk's approached as well.

"We are done here," Silvermane said coldly, standing up.

Fisk laughed. "Well, the funny thing I'm noticing would have to be how much you seem to know. One might think you've had an appointment with those people. The ones you claim to despise are the ones you went to getting yourself an upgrade. I'm blocking my thoughts as I realized you were reading my mind. Truly disrespect." Fisk smirked.

"I don't know what the hell your on about."

Fisk stood up as well, much more intimating then Silvermane.

"Enough, tell all your people you've been granted the power to read minds. It's how A.I.M got the money to experiment with that boy. I wonder how long you've been partnered with them?"

Silvermane continued to ignore Fisk's words.

"Come, we are leaving."

"Is it true, boss?" One guard asked.

"It must be, or otherwise he'd say otherwise!" Another joined in.

Silvermane's face changed to fear backing up, hearing the thoughts of those around him. "Don't any of you try anything!" He shouted some of his guards going to his side while others were apprehensive.

Fisk's guards come to his side as well.

Both sides had their hands ready to draw their weapons. This was now a standoff.

Back at Fisk tower, Spider-Man found his ally Daredevil sitting in his cell, bloody and injured. Spidey punched the glass, shattering it, and An alarm began to blare.

"Come on. We have to go!" Spidey cried.

"I can bearly walk. They made sure if that."

"Don't worry, I'll help you get up. I'll carry you if I must."

"Please don't, this is already an embarrassment."

Spidey checked outside the cell, making sure it was clear.

"Wait, before we go. How did you get in here? I'm not sure how exactly I'm going to get you safely out of the lovely hotel. Took the express elevator, so you're out of luck in that regard.

"I awoke to the pain of a massive headache. The glass was too strong to breakthrough, and I could hardly stand. They claimed the boss would only do the taking off of my mask. If any of them did, they would have been killed. Lucky for me, his ego was too big letting anyone else get that honour."

"So no way out then, huh? Darn, I guess I'll be fighting all way out."

"Their boss is not here, meaning security won't be as tight."

Spidey kept looking around anxiously. "Spider-Sence, I can't tell what's happening."

"Guards above?"

Peter turned his back, "Or." He began to say, spinning back around, kicking the person behind him back. "Your not Daredevil. Chameleon!"

"Spider-Sence? Most fascinating information, shame you shared it."

Chameleon lunged forward, pulling a blade. They had surprising quick reflexes keeping up with Spidey's movements and even getting a cut to his arm, tarring apart of his costume.

Spider-Man changed tactics and charged at Chameleon getting another stab, this time to the bottom part of his chest near the lag. It matter as he knocked them back against the wall leaping back and webbing The Chameleon to it.

"Where is the real Daredevil?!" Peter shouted.

"What I said was true. However, we heard you coming, so we shipped him out. And set a trap for you!" Spider-Sence began ringing again. Spider-Man peeked his head out, seeing more guards coming and Iron man? It was a suit of amour that resembled him, but slightly different.

Peter turned about to Chameleon. "How are you going to get out of this, kid?" He said mockingly.

Well, that did not turn out well for Peter.

I hope you're enjoying the arc. We're at the middle point for this specific "arc." Wonder if Spider-Man's going to have any worse days? That would suck I hope that writer is merciful. Oh, wait. Poor kid's screwed lol.

Have a lovely rest of your day/night everyone.