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It was a few days since Peter investigated that first warehouse on the list he got. He checked out four other places on the list, but they were cleared out.

He suspected this would happen. Now the question was, how long until Peter would get another lead?

Peter was at home studying science. They were going to be having a lab on Monday and Peter was hoping he could be partnered with Liz. He thought that he should indeed try being friends with Liz first before anything else.

I feel like I'm not doing anything important. Peter thought. I can't focus on this while I could be out there looking for criminals, precisely Kingpin's goons. Maybe I should ask MJ about what she thinks. Peter looked out his window seeing the peaceful street outside. This made Peter Peter about those who did not have such a nice view outside their window.

He called Mary Jane as it was late to go visit even though they were only one minute away from each other.

The phone rang twice before she picked up.

"Hello?" MJ said.

"Hello," Peter replied.

"Hey, Pete. What's up?"

"I just need to talk with someone and, you're the only one I can really talk to about Spider-Man issues."

"Yeah. So is everything alright?

"I wish I could do more to help," Peter said quietly.

"Huh?" MJ asked.

"I'm a superhero. I should be doing more. I told you I made a promise."

"I know, but you're just one guy."

"True but-"

"You've got a lot on your plate, Peter. Extending yourself out so much could hurt you or just negatively affect your life."

"Do you have any suggestions on how I could be a better hero?" Peter asked.

"How would I know? I'm not a superhero."

"You're right. Peter slapped his head. That was a really dumb question. I honestly have no clue why I called."

"Maybe you're already overworking yourself. You should go to sleep."

"Yeah, yeah you're right. You usually are. Thanks, MJ." Peter hung up the phone. He yawned loudly and went to get ready to go to bed.

MJ sighed. She was concerned about Peter. Also, she was bothered by how he only called or saw her now if he had a "Spider-Man problem" as he called it. However, she never did bring this up as she knows he needs somebody to talk to.

She could remember when he first told her about his predicament. It seemed like forever ago now.

Present Day. Morning.

Peter woke up. Oh man! He stretched, yawning loudly. What time is it? 10:37? Wow. I was tired."

Peter got up, did his regular routines and went downstairs.

He had breakfast with Aunt May. His mind wandered elsewhere. He thought today he would focus on being Spider-Man. Primarily find criminals connected to The Kingpin.

"Peter, are you okay?" Aunt May asked noticing how silent he was this morning.

"Sorry?"

"You seem like you have something on your mind."

"Yeah. Big test."

"That's all? Tests are not really something you worry about."

"It's like a huge test. Actually makes me kinda nervous."

"Promise me you will tell me if it's anything more than that."

"Of course I would. I think I'm going to go see Harry. That okay?"

"Yes."

"Great, thanks, Aunt May. Love you!" Peter walked out the front door with no intention of going to Harry's. He planned on going on patrol! And getting lunch a bit later.

Shortly

Peter was suited up as Spider-Man now. He swung away from his house, away from Queens, as it seamed Kingpin was not active in Queens, yet anyway.

So he decided he might as well investigate Hell's Kitchen. As it seemed to be where Kingpin has the most criminal influence.

I feel really crappy about lying to Aunt May, Peter thought. It is to protect her of course, so does that make it right? Peter wondered.

Did you get anything for me police radio? Peter asked his radio. He heard there was a grand theft auto near him. So he swung off to see the problem.

Wonder if I'm going to have my third car chase. Peter thought.

He soon saw a car zoom by as a cop car followed in pursuit.

He launched himself onto the car trying to get to the driver.

"Slow down pal! Peter called out to the driver. You are going to go over the speed limit if you keep this up!"

Peter peeked his head through the side window as it was rolled down. He saw it was an angry looking woman driving the car.

"Hi. My name is Spi-" He tried saying before his spider-sense warned him that she was about to swing her arm at him.

"Back off freak!" She yelled.

"You're hurting my feelings!" He replied.

His Spider-sense went off again as he realized she had a gun!

She started firing her submachine gun at him even though she couldn't see him.

"Jeez, lady!" he cried.

He continued to dodge the hail of bullets being fired at him. Then it stopped so he swiftly moved back to the front of the car. He punched the window breaking it grasping the wheel. She tried hitting him again.

"What's the matter with you lady?" He said. Webbing her hand pushing her away from the driver seat quickly looking for the brake.

He found the brake making the car stop, sighing in relief he just sat there for a moment before the police approached the car.

"Get out of the car!" The officers cried.

"It's fine I got her."

"Come out slowly!"

"Alright! Alright! I'm coming out." Peter said with his heads on his head.

He came out of the car annoyed.

"Listen." Peter tried saying.

"Shut up." One officer said.

"Maybe we should cut the guy some slack. He did catch 'em." The officer's partner said.

"Fine. You're free to go Spider-Man." He replied.

"Thank you," Peter said to the nicer officer.

The unpleasant officer went off to cuff the woman while Spider-Man and the cop were talking.

"Don't worry about him. He just doesn't trust people that break the law."

"Fair enough," Peter replied.

"Name's Dewolff by the way."

"Nice to meet you officer Dewolff. Before Peter swang away he said, wish I didn't have to break the law. But I'm not really given a choice."

Leaving the scene Peter's Spider-sense went off randomly as he left. He looked around and did not see anything.

What he was not seeing was a drone above his head looking down at him following him. It was about to start shooting at him once he was in the air, but it was not worth it as those controlling it realized it would be pointless.

Those watching Spider-Man were Kingpin and his people. Kingpin was on the phone talking to someone.

"He's active, proceed with the plan. He seems to be using the police frequently as anticipated."

"We shall be ready soon sir. He'll never see it us coming."

Later

Peter kept swinging around the city for a few hours. He was in Hell's kitten for about two hours, it was strangely quiet.

Peter then heard trouble on the police radio. It was a few blocks away. However, what really caught Peter's interest was the fact they mentioned the caller said that they believed Kingpin may be involved.

It seemed nobody thought this caller was telling the truth so only one car was going to check it out.

Feeling he should check this out he swung over there.

When reaching the address Peter's spider-sense was blaring in his head.

Guess I'm in the right place, Peter thought.

He made his way to the roof trying to find if there was an entrance for the building from above. His spider-sense never hit this hard before. It seemed like this place definitely had a crime to be dealt with. Peter found an open window that lead inside. The place was empty, but voices could be heard inside.

Could be the cops, Peter thought. He noticed they were not in their car.

He crawled on the ceiling to be less noticeable and it oddly felt right.

Arriving at the room where the voices were coming from, he saw it was a large, mostly empty room on the third floor. He, more importantly, noticed the officers talking with multiple armed individuals who were clearly not cops.

"Hey, what going on?" Peter asked.

"He's here! Kill him!" One of the assailants cried. They turned their guns on Spider-Man.

"Crap," Peter said as he dodged the bullets flying at him.

He hid behind a box. Unfortunately, it seemed to get torn to shreds by the bullets. So he dodged out of the way of the bullets. Shooting webbing in the direction of his attackers. He was unsure if he got anyone with his webs. But when the gunfire stopped at that moment he tried getting away from that spot and went somewhere high up so he could have a second to breathe. He could see there were at least 12 people in the room looking for him. His webs did trap 2 men who were left trying to get it off.

Peter did not know what to do. This might be the most people he had to deal with in a small area.

Before he could make some decision about what his next move should be he was spotted and the gunfire started again.

Adrenalin kicked in as Peter sprung into action.

I should have gone to Harry's. Peter thought.

He landed on the nearest person to him knocking them out.

Two more criminals came near him pointing guns at him. So on instinct, he jumped into the air and kicked them in the face dodging more bullets as he flew through the air. He shot more webbing wildly hoping for the best.

He landed on the ground panting.

Just. Need. One. second. Peter thought. He got up before being ambushed by five people with guns. He leapt out the way of their gunfire, moving behind them. He began taking them down as the remaining criminals exited the room.

After dealing with them Peter was confused as the rest of the thugs ran off.

Guess I scared them off. Peter thought.

He went slowly into the room where the escapees went by. This room was larger than the other one. It had large windows in it and seemed empty. But something seemed wrong. His spider-sense was going off like crazy. He leapt out the way of a hail of bullets coming at him.

A small man was shooting at Spider-Man with dual handguns.

"Watch it shorty! Peter exclaimed.

The man just looked at Peter.

Then a whip came around his throat.

"What the hell!" Peter said while being caught.

"Stop struggling bug." The person from behind said.

Suddenly an electric shock went through Peter's body. He realized it was the whip somehow. He got down on the ground trying to pull it off.

He continued to get shocked, it hurt a lot. Put Peter persisted trying to get it off. It paid off as he got it off and jumped onto the ceiling to get shot at once more.

Peter leapt at the short man trying to kick him but he was not fast enough. The man moved out of the way and Peter landed on the ground.

Confused Peter didn't see a large man charge at him. He was shocked at how strong the man was as he tried punching him while he got grabbed. His punch didn't even make him flinch!

To make matters worse the whip get wrapped around his neck again. Peter was lifted up onto his knees face to face with the small man.

"Don't think you're tall enough to be intimidating." Peter joked trying to hide his fear.

The man punched Peter in the gut. I thought that would hurt. Peter thought surprised he did not really feel that hit.

"That all you got!"

The man chuckled. "Not even close. Montana!"

Peter got electrocuted once again.

"Who are you delightful gentleman."

"The people who are going to kill you. The Enforcers." The man hit him with the butt of his gun in the face this time.

"You've caused a lot of trouble bug. The man who appeared to be named Montana said. Our boss, Kingpin wants you dead. Or you can take a deal."

"Which would be?"

"You give up being this nut in a costume. The more preferred option would be working for The Kingpin."

"I'm not a criminal. So that leaves the opinion of me beating you clowns up and sending you off to jail." Peter said confidently that he would get out of this.

The three men scoffed at this. "Ox, beat the hell out of him," Montana said.

"Wait!" Peter tried saying before he got thrown on the ground and started getting a massive foot kicking him in the chest. He couldn't move as the whip was still around his neck pulling tightly.

"Please don't do this I, I'm just a kid!"

"Kid? We don't kill kids." The small man said.

"Your right Dan, just break his bones that'll work," Montana replied.

Peter got kicked in his leg now. He groaned in pain. This was something he's never felt before, it was horrifying. It seemed like it might be the end.

Then out of nowhere someone crashed through one window.

Peter couldn't tell what was happening at this point as he was passing out from the pain. The man threw a club or something at Montana hitting him in his face. Then proceeded to knock him out. The man named Dan tried shooting at him, but he seemed to be missing badly. The man was quicker then anyone Peter has ever seen before in his life. Peter tried keeping his eyes open but he didn't want to know what would happen next.

After a minute of what sounded like an intense fight, Peter felt himself getting picked up. His eyes shot open to half-see who was carrying him away.

He could see horns and the colour red before he passed out.

Sorry for the massive delay. Had a bad summer. I think I got this back on track hopefully.