Spider-Man was in a pickle, to say the least. Outside of the cell, he was residing in guards, and an Iron Man cosplayer was out intending to kill him. He webbed the door up entirely with a makeshift shielding.
"Who's the Iron Man guy?" Peter asked Chameleon aggressively.
They said nothing, staring blankly at Spider-Man with soulless eyes.
"Alrighty." He responded, decking Chameleon in the face knocking them unconscious. Then proceed to change web cartridges.
Good thing I came prepared. This is turning out to be a long, no good day. Peter thought.
The web wall began shaking by being hit.
"Could you not hit my wall! I worked hard on it!" He said, reinforcing it. The response given was a hail of bullets. On instinct, he was already on the ceiling avoiding the shooting.
It damaged the webs further, without the reinforcement they would have gotten in. Looking around his surroundings, a small air duct could be seen nearby impossible for an ordinary prisoner to reach.
Lucky me! Spidey thought prying it loose, crawling inside as the web wall was torn down. More bullets were shot in his direction, missing him by an inch.
That was close. Well, I still have to find the real Daredevil. Think I'll stop calling him Guy for now. This is serious. Someone must know where he is for real. Also, I can't believe that the guard lied to me! So rude. Peter thought, crawling around with tinking, starting to pound his head again.
Oh great, now what? Immediately a rocket was fired at the vent just behind him. The blast just missing. This made Peter hurry along, finding the nearest exit point crashing though it. Hiding behind a wall while the person that appeared to be Iron Man walked over slowly, pointing gun attached to their arm with a laser sight approaching the fallen grate.
Spider-Man jogged down the hallway, hoping to find the way he got in.
Okay, think Peter. Where would Daredevil be? They would've had to move him quickly. Meaning they could still be transferring him. I need to get their coms! It wouldn't hurt. As he thought this, a guard could be heard approaching. Hearing this made Peter naturally hide inside a room once more.
This room appeared to be a break room with a fridge, pool table and tv.
Huh. Peter thought, looking around. Guess even the bad guys need a break every now and again.
The vent inside the room was too small to be crawled into, and there was no way out. Other than how he got in. He searched the room looking for someone's coms or radio whatever they used to talk. Lucky someone miserable at their job left one behind fallen near the couch, staring at a television.
"Anyone spot anything?" A voice asked from it after Peter switched it back on.
Multiple voices responded with variations on no.
Peter formed a plan. "What if that freak is going to free his masked friend?" He said into the radio with a gravely voice. Then spoke a bunch of words that shouldn't be repeated between. "I forget, where he's at. I'm trying to head to him."
"Alright, and you don't need to say those words. Damn. He's in the basement. Must have missed the briefing." A voice responded.
"Yeah, man. I was on the can."
"Wait! You idiot! It's Spider-Man! Change channels!" Another voice responded furiously.
"Hey, man, you're hurting my feelings. I just wanted to know what was going on!" Spidey responded, raising his voice by mistake.
The Iron Man look-alike blow open the door.
"Oh, hey, Iron Man. What's up?"
"Bettle." The man in the suit said, raising their arm with the gun planted on it. Now looking more like a Bettle in hindsight.
"Oh. Hi, then Bettle." Peter said before getting shot at and having to run.
Elsewhere, Fisk and Silvermane were having a standoff with all their guards prepared to draw weapons.
"Let's all calm down!" Fisk said, now raising his hands.
"Silvermane's a mutant!" One guard cried out.
"I'm no mutant!" He replied angrily.
"Far worse, I fear. Partnered with a terrorist group, did you not? A.I.M a group that experiments on humans and animals with no regard for life. They're in the same boat as Hydra. Scum around scum. No offence, everyone." Fisk said confidently.
"Ah, trying to turn them against me, huh? Asks us all to calm down, just to ramp up the tension even further. The nerve!" Silvermane responded, having an intense staredown with Fisk. His head began to hurt.
"What's the matter? Head hurting?" All the guards pulled their weapons from the holsters.
"What are you doing to the boss!?" One of Silvermane's guard's roared confused.
"His attempts to read my mind are giving him a migraine. A larger one, then ordinary humans would experience."
Silvermane fell to his knees, feeling weakened.
"Stop what your doing!" The same guard yelled out, pointing their gun directly at Fisk.
"Tell him to stop reading the minds around him, and it shall stop."
Silvermane stopped and returned to his feet with assistance from a guard.
"Ironic. The man who talks a big game about respect dares to use mind-reading tactics, a real lack of privacy and respect for those around him. You talk about a big game, but your a liar. A fraud. You just proved it to all your people!"
"Knowing your secret is worth it all."
Fisk changed in diameter. More desperate. "What are you on about?" He commanded to know.
"Our secret. Unless you don't back down."
"Guards!"
"Don't think about it, fool! It's suicide!"
"I will not allow you to share this secret!"
"Then back down! Pack your bags and get out of my city! Never return. Final chance!"
Fisk paused. "Fine. You win. We're leaving."
All of Fisk's guards and a couple of Silvermane's were shocked as well.
Fisk and his guards left first. Going down into the parking lot, Wesley returned.
"Sir, we have another situation at the base." Wesley began saying. "Spider-Man has breached the facility has commenced searching for The Devil Of Hell's Kitchen. Chameleon and Bettle are attempting to stop him. This could be devastating for our operations."
"On the other hand, Wesley, this could be a necessary risk if we want the plan to go off without his interference.
Make sure The Devil is alive. I don't care about the Spider, more of an annoyance kill him. He's far too dangerous."
"Oh, another thing, Bettle is causing damage," Wesley said, adjusting his suit.
"What kind of damage?" Fisked asked.
Meanwhile, Spider-Man was out running the bullets of Bettle, who was hot in his tail, chasing him through the halls.
"Do you think your boss will appreciate how many bullet holes our going to have to be cleaned up? Jeez, I feel bad for the poor cleans. They're going to be asking for raises!" Peter quipped aloud, clearing aggravating Bettle as he fired a rocket at him. It blew open a hole in the thick windows as Peter webbed it changing it to blast a way out for him leaping out the window webbing into the building, not wanting to leave just yet.
If I'm right then- As Peter thought, Bettle came flying out after him.
"Wow! You're on a roll of being a complete screwup today!Think Kingpin's going to forgive you for that one?"
Bettle zoomed after him, revelling another toy. A flamethrower was also attached to his other arm.
"Seriously? Fire? A little extreme, no? Wait, you're not using bullets because of the civilians! Oh, your just a sweetheart."Peter kept quipping being chased around the building.
I need to lose this old chap so I can get to the basement to help Daredevil, running out of time. I don't know why I turned British for a moment.
Spider-Man swung backwards finally and landed on Bettle sitting on top of him, holding on as he zoomed around upsidedown.
"I can stick to certain surfaces, guess you count!" Peter said, hitting Bettle in the head. "That hurt. Your armour is dense!" Peter attempted, redirecting Bettle into a wall now. This worked, however, they both crashed through the twenty-third floor. Bettle got the brunt of the damage. Spidey still got some tearing at a small part of his lag.
"Hey, that was dangerous! You should watch your flying!" Peter joked, getting back up, dusting himself off. Bettle moved shockingly fast towards Spidey, knocking him nearly out the window, holding onto the floor kept him semi grounded.
"One could think you are trying to kill me!" Bettle came zooming in for another attack. This time he was ready and jumped out of the way. Then shot a web line at his jet, tugging it back, making Bettle crash into the wall disorienting the man. This brief moment allowed Spider-Man to get past him without noticing, reaching where his journey began without the tail.
Nobody was in the loading docks, which made it simple to get back into the building closer to the basement.
I'll have to trust my Spider-sense more often, has not led me a stary yet. Peter thought, heading back inside. Signs were scattered around the building, so it wouldn't be that difficult finding his way.
Sure is quiet in these here parts. Got a sneaking suspicion an ambush will be waiting for me downstairs. Spider-Man thought, walking in the empty halls.
Darn, wish I had their radio channel still. I would know what other tricks are in store for me. I could even try another one of my amazing voices. Maybe a future job could be in entertainment? They make the big bucks, and Aunt May sure could use any money at this stage. Deserves so much more then what I'm giving her. Gah, what happens when I'm left alone with my thoughts start trailing off, and I must miss something. He turned his head back and spotted the basement sign. Such as that. Peter began walking down the stairs slowly.
My sorrow will have to wait. Here we go. I go. Should not be referring to another to we. That would be another problem entirely that I don't feel like dealing with. Maybe I should not be making jokes about that? What if someone's listening? Oh, my heads starting to hurt. Spider-sense? Or self- inflicted trauma? I need to focus on this eerie basement for now.
It appeared as the lighting bills were not paid, or lights never existed in the first place. The minimum natural sun was peaking slightly. Just enough to see to not walk into a wall or person. Getting closer, a light source could be seen in the distance. Spider-sense began to tingle as he approached closer. This is the right place.
Muffled sounds could be heard behind a set of doors with light peeking out.
Spider-Man webbed the doors, pulling them open. They stayed back away, expecting gunfire to blast out the door. This was correct. It was unclear how many goons were inside, but they were not amused.
A few goons peaked out carefully. Peter reacted quickly, leaping into action, creating a web net tossing it on the criminals. The web was not large enough, and the remaining ones in the doorway began shooting carelessly. Knocking them out was easy. What laid before him, however, was a different story. About 20 crocks stood before him around Daredevil. One was pointing a gun at his skull.
"Back up! Or he's dead!" The man cried.
"I know that you know killing him would get you in big dodo with your boss. The Kingpin. Try again, please."
"Kill Spider-Man!" Another guard shouted.
"He's down here!" A guard said into their radio. "We need back up!"
Spider-Man maneuvered his way over to Daredevil, freeing him while evading bullets.
"Nice of you to show up finally." He said.
"Was that a joke? A poor one, still you're trying, I'm so proud!"
Together they fought off the goons back to back. Daredevil did a bunch of ninja type moves kicking and punching his foes with more focus then Spidey, who pretty much just relied upon his reflexes to get the advantage on his enemies. Both fighting styles were different but worked efficiently against people who were brawlers with the average abilities of a normal person.
After a couple of minutes, they beat up all the goons.
"I swear, wonder why they even bother," Peter questioned aloud.
"Does it matter? We need to get out of here."
"Always for stating the obvious. Say, are you an evil imposter intent on killing me or are you the real Daredevil or rather the unique nickname I thought of."
"What the hell are talking about?"
"Spider-sense is not upset, so your real. Never mind. Let's do what you said." They left the room. "Hold on."
"What?"
"While we're here, we should do investigation work. A piece of the puzzle is still missing."
"Meaning what?"
"The wife. I feel like it has to do with her. This missing piece."
"Revenge? An affair that went wrong?"
"No, something else, I just can't put my finger on it. I took some photos of these documents that could give a clue. Maybe brainstorming could help us figure it out."
"Solid plan, let's get to safety first. More guards are bound to be en route."
"Agreed." They moved throughout the building. It was unexpectedly quiet now.
"Can you detect anything, Guy?"
"Yes. Not near us. The building is operating normally. I'd suspect most of the workers don't know that illegal events are happening behind closed doors."
"Why is more security not coming after us? Not liking this one bit."
"Does it matter? I just want to be done with this. Pull up those documents."
Peter proceeded to show Daredevil the pictures.
"Look. Venessa Fisk signature is on these. Old willy's is not here on any docs I've looked at."
"Your right. These are about illegal dealings. Before my time, before when Kingpin was known to the world." He looked closer at all the pictures. "I recall some of these cases. They were crimes that got tied back to Silvermane or other criminals heading for the big time. It's reconding, and those signatures are signing off on payoffs, false crimes or in-depth knowledge about their enemies. I don't understand entirely what this means. It's all scattered with more evidence or documents I could think of something concrete."
Peter joined in with his speculations. "This might sound insane for you to hear, what if Venessa Fisk has, or had some part in this empire? Or maybe so found out about her hubby's lifestyle and. I don't know. You've been investigating 'him' for years I'm suspecting, so you must know something."
Daredevil turned and leaned on a wall. He pondered the prospect that was given to him.
"Have I shattered your entire lively hood by recontextualizing everything you thought you knew?" Spidey asked half-humorously the other genuine.
Daredevil looked over. "No. However, I'm recommending that you see a journalist. I've done my fair share. I'm done."
"You know, you say that a ton. And where the devil would I find myself a journalist?"
"Shouldn't talk of the devil like that kid." Daredevil responded, going off towards the back entrance.
"Did you just try to make a funny?"
He didn't reply, disappearing.
"Great, now where would I find a journalist and a more reliable partner!" Peter thought aloud.
Better leave like him. Spidey went on his way out. Wonder if I should investigate any- These thoughts were interrupted by the phone ringing. It was from Mary Jane.
"What's up? I've had a long day and-"
"I'm not sure how to explain." She began saying.
A few minutes earlier elsewhere, Silvermane was in a limo with his daughter heading back home with one car in front and one behind protecting them.
"We need to talk, father," Alisa said, frustrated.
Silvermane ignored her, staring out the window, refusing to listen to her inner thoughts.
"Fisk might retaliate after your failed attempt at pulling the rug out from under him. The man was too large to fall on his face." She continued saying. "You should have been smarter, less arrogant. Should've involved me in the plans." She went into her cell phone. She was looking at a text.
He finally spoke up. "You were not needed. Besides, he could've reacted in shooting up the whole dammed room. You'd be having to avenge my death and take over then."
Without looking up, she replied, "So overdramatic. The man would have to be a madcap for such stupidy He's a planner, like you. Not as good, of course."
"Yes, I'm his superior. He just refuses to see reason, all over a woman."
She looked at him. "Would you not do the same if mother or I was slain?"
"Suppose your right. I would tear this city apart if he took you from me."
"What of mother?"
"She's already gone, Alisa. You know that."
"It was hypothetical."
"I'm aware. My love for her did not reach as far as the love that I hold within for you, my beloved daughter. You're a part of my soul."
"She wasn't? You've told me otherwise when she was alive years ago."
"My feelings can change for some overtime, however, when it comes to you. They'll never change, I promise."
He kissed her on the cheek, smiling.
"Sir!" The driver called out. "With have a situation. A truck's blocking the road up ahead. It could be trouble."
Alisa held her father's hand. "Perhaps you jinxed it."
Silvermane squished gently. "Don't say that type of bull. The bodyguards will handle this. Driver, call for reinforcements. Can't be too careful these days."
"Trafic is down in the piss now, could take 20 minutes at least."
"Call them right now then!" Silvermane shouted.
"Yes, sir." The driver replied.
A bodyguard from the front car got out with another from the second following to check what was going on.
"He wouldn't this soon. How the hell would he get our route?"
"We must have a rat. Dammit, who?"
"Hammerhead. Have you told him are route? I wouldn't be surprised." Alisa said passive-aggressively.
"Why would he betray us? I was- driver have one gotten a response yet?" Silver quickly realized he nearly split the truth.
"Indeed, backup's on the way. Wait, oh my god. Get out now!" The guard cried at the top of their lungs as shaking began like an earthquake.
"What's happening!" Silvermane asked in a panic.
Alisa opened her door and peeked out. "Jesus." She pulled her father out of the car as the quakes continued. They began to move as fast as feasible doable.
Spider-Man could hardly see what was causing all the panic in the street as abandoned cars got plowed out of the way recked and tossed by a profound change.
"Is that a rhino?" Spidey couldn't help but say out loud zooming in with his Spider-sense as it turned out his rhino had rochets attached that fired at him.
"Oh, boy." He also said out loud.
Hello all. I hope that you all well. I wish these words served more than the bare minimum I can do. This will be outdated, which is unfortunate, but whatever.
Anyways, last-minute change here, PS5 revealed something. To be real with you, I lost my mind, omg. I was confused at first, then I saw Ratchet and Clank are back! Jk, I was excited to see that Miles will be getting his own game! I lost my mind and knew immediately what was happening, just seeing his arms. I
I love the character, loved his time in the Ultimate universe, was sad when he went to 616 cause it got boring, and Spider-Men 2 was meh. Ultimately, a new writer was the best. Happy with his series again and hoping the best for his character. Fingers crossed he'll get some new villains Insomniac can use for his new spin-off series, assuming it's not a one-off adventure. Considers Ratchet and Clank are being co-worked on, it's safe to say they have a bright future. So excited. Happy Miles is going to the big time. He deserves it, great character, well more so after these last two years via comics, games and Spider-verse of course. Enough of my rambling, I just love Insomaic so much. They are my fav and always have been since I was young. Happy they keep proving me right. Watched the damn trailer 30 times already. I need it. Help. Lol.