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"Ow!" Peter Parker winced as his girlfriend, Mary Jane Watson, dabbed at a nasty bruise on his forehead with a wet cloth. The two were in MJ's apartment, sitting on her couch with MJ tending to some of the wounds Peter sustained during his fight with the mystery attacker who shot up Metro-General Hospital.
"Oh stop being a big baby, you've felt much worse than this." MJ scolded him lightly as she continued what she was doing. Word could not express the worry she felt when her boyfriend stumbled into her apartment through the window, taking his mask off to reveal a nasty wound on his forehead that was bleeding, a trail of blood going down the side of his face. Luckily she's managed to clean the blood and any bits of dried blood that remained though he'd have a nasty bruise for the next few days, maybe even a couple of weeks.
"Yeah, I know." Peter said with a small nod, trying to not move his head much since MJ already scolded him for that.
"So, find anything on this guy?" MJ asked curiously.
"Other than him dressing in black, has glowing green eyes and a red cape? No." Peter said with a sigh. "He shot up a hospital just to get to Grotto. Yuri could've been hurt."
"She's a cop. It's probably not the first time she's been in that situation." MJ said, wetting the cloth again before putting it to the bruise. "I did as you requested and looked into the hits on the Dogs of Hell and the Mexican Cartel. This guy is very thoroughly with his work, left the men in such states that it looked like something out of a horror movie. And you say he left members of the Cartel hanging from meat hooks?"
"Yep." Peter said.
"Jesus..." MJ breathed, before shaking her head. "The Bugle's on their feet about this one. They want as much information on him as they can to run a story and I've been assigned to find anything I can about him."
Peter turned his head to guve her a look. "Hope that doesn't mean you getting up close with this guy, Mj. He's dangerous."
MJ shot him an annoyed glare. "Yes, I know that after being told he massacred three gangs in Hell's Kitchen. I'll do what I can without running into the guy, alright? We're supposed to be working together, so whatever you find out, you better tell me."
"Yeah." Peter sighed. Why was his girlfriend so stubborn?
In an interrogating room at the Hell's Kitchen precinct, Grotto sat in the room, fidgeting nervously as he glanced at the window, wondering if it was bulletproof and how many police they had assigned on guard to keep him safe from being attacked again.
Suddenly, Yuri entered the room and sat at the table. "You told us the Irish were attacked by a whole gang of guys. I'm pretty sure the word you used was "army." You want to tell me why I'm now hearing this is all being done by one man?" She demanded, having just gotten off the phone with Spider-Man who told her that he found members of the Mexican Cartel hanging from meat hooks... and that it was all done by one man rather than an army.
Grotto shook his head. "Look, I didn't know you guys were-"
"Who does he work for?" Yuri asked
"I got no idea!"
"Well, what do you know?" The Police Captain asked
"I know he's a sociopath, that's what. I mean, yeah, fine I heard the rumors, okay, but I didn't think... I thought it was ridiculous, okay Last week, word started going around that 10, 20 guys could be mowed down at a time. And with precision? You know, tactically. Every hit was like some kind of SEAL Team 6. Then people started saying it was one guy doing all that." Grotto explained, looking freaked out as he did so.
"One man?" Yuri raised a brow as she looked through her files.
"I thought it was a ghost story. Some campfire shit you tell freshies to make 'em crap their pants. But now... you saw, this guy was the Grim Reaper."
Brett Mahoney entered and motioned for the two to join him, "Brett?" Yuri asked
"We pulled the security footage from the hospital. I got ten men going over it right now."
"Any leads?" Yuri asked
"I was hoping you had something." Brett sighed, "The DA's office is sending someone over to talk you through Witness Protection options. They say the shooter's independent. Vigilante type, targeting different crime families. It's only a matter of time before the wrong person gets caught in the crossfire." He said before he motioned to the DA that entered
"Shit, it's not an assistant, it's the actual DA." Yuri sighed. "Samantha Reys in all her defense-attorney-destroying glory."
"Officers, I want you to prepare Mr. Grote for transport." Reys said as soon as she walked up to them.
"Excuse me, but, transport where, exactly?" Yuri asked, raising a brow.
Reyes ignored her and talked to her assistant, "Once he's in our custody, I want you to personally handle all the arrangements."
'Just to put it out there," Yuri said causing Reyes to pause and look at her, "You're an attorney, not a cop, you have no custody to take Grotto anyway or arrange for a transfer, you are here to walk us through WITSEC."
"Excuse me?' Reyes asked, raising her eyebrow.
"Would you like to see if Grotto has any information you can use for any of your cases, District Attorney Reyes?' Yuri asked, causing Reyes to frown.
Later, Yuri, Reyes, and her assistant were in the interrogation room with Grotto, who was speaking to the DA. "I'll keep it simple. Give me a deal, put up a camera, I'll tell you everything about those Irish pricks. Names, dates, their favorite titty-bars."
"That's not good enough." Reyes said, shaking her head.
"That's what I got." Grotto said
"Most of you mob friends are either dead or fleeing the country. If you want this office's endorsement, you'll have to give us someone who's still breathing." Reyes said coldly.
"Who?" Grotto asked, looking disbelievingly at her.
"We would like you to wear a wire to meet one of your old associates. Our files show your organization has had dealings with one Edgar Brass."
"Brass. You're out of your goddamn mind!" Grotto said standing up and walking away from. the table, "You send me after him, I'm as good as dead."
"We will protect you, we know you have worked with Brass before. You got an in. If you could get Brass to talk, you would be instrumental in taking down a major drug ring."
'If I don't?" Grotto asked
"Then you're free to walk away. But don't expect to get very far." Reyes said before her assistant placed folders on the table causing Grotto to look through them,
"Oh, God. What the hell is this?"
'You could call it "work product." Morgue reports generated by the man who attacked your clubhouse and missed you in the hospital." Reyes said.
"And all of these people were killed by the same man?" Yuri asked taking the photos
"He's tracking gangs to their home turf and taking them out with military precision. But it doesn't stop there." The Assistant DA said
"What do you mean, "doesn't stop"?" Grotto asked with a frown.
"His targets aren't random, Mr. Grote. He knows exactly who he wants to hit. And if any of his intended marks are lucky enough to escape..." Reys trailed off.
"Say they're off buying a sandwich, or in bed with the flu recuperating under an assumed name at Metro-General." The Assistant DA said.
"Sooner or later, he gets to them, too." Reyes finished, showing another file of the newest vigilante's 'work'. "My office is offering you a chance to save yourself. Whether you take it, is up to you."
Grotto sighed in annoyance.
At a pawn shop somewhere in Hell's Kitchen, a man named Clint was dealing with a Meth-head. "Check out the phone, man. That's a brand new Ikea." The Meth-head said, body slightly shaking from all the drugs he's pumped into his system.
Clint scoffed. "Idiot." But he started looking through the bag's contents for anything of value that was worth taking, then brought out some birth control pills. "Oh, I suppose this is yours too?"
"What do you care?" The junkie retorted just as the jingle went off, letting Clint know that somebody had entered the shop. "A hundred in trade, come on, man."
Clint looked up upon hearing the jingle and saw a man standing near the door, watching. He shivered slightly before clearing his throat and turned to the junkie in front of him. Taking the bag and the contents, he handed him some crack.
"Go on. Get the hell out of here." He demanded. The junkie was quick to do so as soon as he took the drug.
The man walked past the junkie, making his way up to the counter. Due to the dim lighting, there wasn't much to see of the man and make a physical description of, but he was dressed in black faded jeans, black military boots, a gray tanktop, black fingerless gloves and wore a faded black, 3/4-length, hooded leather coat with red interior linings and the British Union flag sewn on the left arm.
"Do I know you?" Clint asked, eyeing him while slowly placing a hand on the double-barrel shotgun he had under the counter.
"I need an NYPD mobile communications rig. One that gets encrypted tactical frequencies." The man requested.
"What do I look like, Radioshack?" Clint scoffed, to which the man just tilted his head a little. "Anyway, dealing in this shit is illegal."
Silently, the man took out a band of money and tossed it onto the counter. Clint looked down at it before looking at the man.
"Sure you're not a cop?" He asked with a frown. "Because that's trouble I don't need." The man sighed and reached for the money to take back when Clint stopped him. "Woah, woah, I gotta ask. Just hold on."
He turned around and opened a small cupboard, soon pulling out a covered machine and placed it on the counter. He then took the tarp off to reveal a communications rig.
"Yep." Clint nodded with a smile. "Straight outta Officer McDipshit's dashboard. Gets your tactical bands, surveillance feeds. Hell, it'll probably pick up the Mayor banging his secretary." The man just grunted in response. "It's a grand. We're talking about a one-of-a-kind item."
The man pulled out a grand and placed it on the counter. "Videotape as well." He said.
"Sure. What the hell." The merchant smiled taking the tape out and putting it in the duffel.
"What about the double-barrel under the counter?" The man asked next.
Put off as to how he knew that, Clint didn't argue as he took the gun out from underneath the counter, emptying the shells before putting it in the duffel bag with the videotape and the communications rig then zipped it up. Without a word, the man dropped some more money before taking the bag to leave.
"Hey, man, hold on. Sure I can't get you anything else?" Clint asked before grabbing a few tapes. "You know, I got it all, man. Yeah, bondage back-door, grannies, or maybe you're in the market for something younger? She's barely 12."
That last part caused the man to freeze in his tracks and stare at the door, staring outside to the people... before he dropped the duffel bag with a quiet exhale.
The merchant smirked. "You like that, huh? For 100 bucks, she's all yours." The man walked up to the door, looking around for a bit outside before he turned the open sign to closed, "That's my man."
The man turned and started to slowly stalk towards the counter, casually running his hand along the baseball bats strung up then he took one off the rack, examining it before levelling the merchant with a cold look. The merchant's grin fell and a worried expression came across his face.
"What the hell are you doin'? Hey, man, just take it easy." The merchant held his hands up in a placating gesture as the man stalked closer. "I'm just trying to make a buck!"
The man ignored his words and swung the bat, and the sound of metal meeting flesh filled the pawn shop.
"Reyes. Are we in position, over?" Reyes asked into the radio as everyone was set up in a room next to the assigned meeting point between Grotto and Brass.
"Eyes on Brass. He's moving." Someone responded. "He's moving northeast to the warehouse."
"How far out?" Reyes asked.
"Five minutes."
"Sending Grote in five."
Nearby, Grotto stood with Yuri and two other detectives from the Chinatown precinct, Johnson and Martinez, who were close friends of Yuri's that she trusted to help her with this case. "This is the frigging wire you want me to wear?" Grotto complained as he had the wire attached to him. "Why don't I just carry a video camera with me and a guy with a boom mic?"
"You'll be fine." Yuri assured him
"We're all set up on our end." Reyes said as she entered.
Grotto shot her a look. "Well, good for you, lady. Me? I got some serious reservations about this shit."
Reyes raised a brow and looked at Yuri. "Should I be concerned, Captain Watanabe?"
"No." Yuri sighed before turning to Grotto. "Look, all we need is for Brass to admit he's dealing drugs again. Okay, he doesn't have to say where, he doesn't have to say to who. Just get him to confirm it. All right? Don't make it the first question. Don't even make it the second one. Get there organically. You'll be in and out before you know it. He's got no reason not to trust you."
"No?" Grotto scoffed and gestured to the wire. "Look at this thing. It's like an eight-track player around my neck."
"You came to us for a deal, Grotto." Reyes reminded him in a cold tone. "You wanna walk, walk. We can always find someone else. After recent events, we've got plenty of exciting prospects. Lots of low-lives are looking to get out of the crime business for good."
Grotto swallowed. "I don't doubt that."
"Good." Reyes nodded, pleased. "You know where we stand then." With that, she walked away into the other room.
"She's such a cold-hearted bitch." Johnson commented as they watched her leave.
"She's the DA... they're always cold-hearted." Martinez snorted.
"Can it, you two." Yuri told them before looking at Grotto. "Look, we're doing this to ensure you're protection against the psycho out there that's killing gang members. He's already targeted the Dogs of Hell, left members of the Cartel hanging from meat hooks and you saw first-hand what he did to members of the Kitchen Irish. You go through with this, we nail Brass, and you'll be out of New York and on your way to the other side of the country with a new name and life."
Grotto nodded. "Okay."
"It's time." The Assistant DA said as he came into the room.
"Oh God..." Grotto breathed, nervous.
"If it makes you feel any better, Spider-Man's close by to bail you out should anything go wrong." Yuri assured him, getting a nod from Grotto.
"I'd rather be taken down by Spider-Man than this psychopath." Grotto said before he walked out and started making his way to the meeting point between him and Brass. Inside, everyone was seated and watching the monitors.
"I don't like this." Yuri said, shaking her head.
"You agreed to it, he agreed to it." Reyes reminded.
Yuri gave her a look. "He agreed, thinking he was meeting Brass, not being set up as bait to draw this bastard out."
"If he had known beforehand, he'd panic and try to bail out of this. It's for his own good." Reyes said coldly. "He'll rest easier when we bag the son of a bitch and he'll be on a plane to the United Kingdom or something."
Johnson leaned over to Martinez. "Like I said, cold-hearted bitch." She whispered, getting a nod from him.
Grotto shifted nervously as he entered the area, looking around, scanning the rooftops. "Yo, Brass! It's me, Grotto. Cut the spook act and say something already! Shit, shit. Shit. You don't wanna deal, fine! Find someone else stupid enough to buy H off you!" He looked towards one of the containers and saw a dark figure standing there, making him scoff as he walked towards him. "Good one, asshole. Let's get this done. I got places I gotta be tonight."
As soon as he was close, the figure grabbed Grotto and pulled him into the container.
"Mayday! Mayday! Mayday, what do you call it? Abort!" Grotto cried in panic. "Abort!"
"I'm a cop, moron. Shut up." The figure said, revealing he was a cop as he pointed to the symbol on his shoulder. He then grabbed a kevlar bulletproof vest and tossed it to him. "You might want to put this on. With any luck, the bastard will show up and we'll tag him and bag him."
"Target is inbound! Repeat, target is inbound!" Someone said on the comms.
The sound of a truck engine was heard before a truck came driving into view at full speed. "Take him out!" A cop shouted and he fired, as well as the cops on overwatch positions with semi-auto rifles in hand. The bullets struck the truck, some piercing the glass window and there was some splattering of blood on the window as the truck crashed into one of the containers.
"Hold your fire!" The cop leader ordered, causing all gunfire to halt. "Move in!" The squad of cops did so, their weapons trained on the vehicle where they saw no sign of movement at all. "Hands in the air! Now!" The cop opened the driver's door only to find a man, a member of the Dogs of Hell from the vest he was wearing, his mouth taped and his hands taped to the steering wheel. He was dead, riddled with bullets. "Shit! It's not him, it's a diversion. Target's still out there!"
In the ops room, Reyes cursed. "Bastard knew it was a trap."
"Are we sure we're not dealing with Frank Castle?" Martinez asked a little nervously.
Nearby, standing on top of a water tower on a roof, the vigilante they were looking for had a Barrett M82 Sniper Rifle trained on the scene. He was a dark figure, wearing a full body form-fitting black suit with white highlights, most notably two large marks over his green glowing eyes, a stylized flowing red high-collar cape that seems to either flow in the wind or writhe as if it were a living creature and chains around his waist.
As Grotto peaked out from the container, the vigilante was prepared to fire when something attached to his back and yanked him back, causing him to pull the trigger on reflex and fire a shot that missed Grotto's head but struck the container, causing the man to scream.
The vigilante grunted as he smacked off the rooftop access door and to the floor while Spider-Man dropped down. "Hey buddy, looks like it's round 2." Spider-Man said as the vigilante got to his feet with a growl.
"I said stay the hell out of this, Spider-Man." The vigilante growled.
"Yeah... can't do that." Spider-Man shook his head before he shot a webline out, but the vigilante grabbed it and yanked. Spider-Man came in, landing two quick kicks to the chest then head of the vigilante before jumping back only for a chain tow rap around his waist and slam him to the floor hard, causing him to grunt at the impact. "Okay... chains? Who uses chains?"
"Me." The vigilante growled, stalking towards the wall-crawler and went to grab him but Spider-Man shot a web into his face, then double kicked him in the chest, kipped up before running and driving his knee into the face of the dark vigilante. Gunfire went off as cops from overwatch positions fired, mainly aiming for the dark vigilante than Spider-Man. The vigilante charged into Spider-Man, wrapping his arms around him and slammed him into the rooftop access door, then to the floor before Spider-Man lashed out with a knee to the head, sending the vigilante to a knee while Spider-Man quickly backed off.
"It's weird right now. We're fighting and I don't even know you're name." Spider-Man said lightly.
"You can call me... Spawn." The vigilante, now named Spawn, growled before he charged, avoiding the gunfire. Spider-Man leaped over, shot a webline out but Spawn grabbed it and yanked the wall-crawler in for a punch that Spider-Man blocked, drove his elbow into Spawn's face and kicked him back. Spawn blocked Spider-Man's punches and kicks, then the cape lashed out and wrapped around the wallcrawler's arms and legs.
"What... the... hell?" Spider-Man grunted as he was lifted off his feet then slammed into the ground repeatedly before being released by the cape. "Dude... is your cape alive?"
Spawn said nothing as he stalked towards Spider-Man before ducking to avoid a bullet hitting him in the side of his head. Striding towards Spider-Man, Spawn swung his right fist but Spider-Man ducked, blocked a left then retaliated with a spinning kick that sent Spawn stumbling a few steps towards the skylight. Spider-Man ran, intending to dropkick the vigilante through the glass and to the floor below in hopes of incapacitating him, but Spawn grabbed him, whirled around then jumped and drove them both straight through the glass to the floor below.
With a groan, Spawn rolled off Spider-Man, who was groaning in pain. Spawn got to his feet and looked around, before looking down at Spider-Man...
When Yuri and the cops would swarm the scene about five minutes later, they found... no one. There was no sign of Spider-Man or the other vigilante...
And that's it for this chapter. Hope you liked it along with the fighting between Spawn and Spider-Man. Tried to make it as interesting as I can, considering Spider-Man's fighting style. But let me know what you think in the reviews.
By the way, I think Fanfiction chapter notifications are fixed, because I've received a whole lot of notifications since yesterday, obviously all the stuff updated the past couple of months. If this is happening for anyone else on their gmail, let me know so I know I'm not the only one.
Now, if only the devs will fix the bloody stats.