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"Ugh..." Mary Jane groaned as she opened an eye only to instinctively close it when she was met with the blinding glare of the sun. She buried her face into her pillow. "Peter, could you shut the blinds?"

No response.

"Peter?" MJ lifted her head only to find an empty space beside her in the bed. She thought back to last night. He had gotten her back to her apartment and she convinced him to stay. That's when her memory went fuzzy, she probably had a bit too much to drink.

With a significant amount of effort, the Bugle reporter pushed herself out of bed and plodded over to the window and closed the blinds herself. Suddenly, she winced and put a hand to her head as a pulsing ache pounded away in her skull; the sure signs of a hangover.

"Yeah, way too much to drink." She muttered before going into the kitchen to get started on making a cup of coffee, only to find a filled mug already waiting for her and still hot. Leaning against it was a note, written in her boyfriend's handwriting.

Had to swing out, sorry about that MJ. Fixed this up for you, an old recipe of Aunt May's, a remedy for bad mornings, which I suspect you're having. Hopefully it helps, I'll see you after work.

-Peter

MJ couldn't suppress a smile as she drank the odd fruit flavored tea. Their relationship was definitely unconventional, but she remembered why she put up with Peter's unique traits. "Stuff works." She admitted as she went to check her phone, the haze starting to clear from her mind.

All she had was a text message from an unknown person. Although once she read the message, she knew who had sent it.

"Ms. Watson, I've found some additional information for you to crack. Get back to me on what you find."

"You sure work hard don't you, Spawn?" MJ mused with a small smile before she cracked her hands and went over to grab her laptop. "Let's get to work."

An hour later, MJ was checking some of the last files that had been transferred before she would have to leave for work when her jaw dropped open. "Holy crap."


"If only we had some good leads!" Yuri growled as she slammed her fist into her desk. The task force the Mayor had put together was just a reorganization of SWAT teams into a cohesive unit to be able to take down Spawn. What it did not feature was any personnel or resources that would actually track down their target. That responsibility fell to Watanabe, Johnson, and Martinez.

The oldest of the three removed the toothpick he had been chewing on. "Osborn's just waving his task force around to show he's taking action. We need another lead, but Fisk's lawyers are keeping us out of Lau's apartment." Martinez reported.

"Cap, this guy has to be some kind of weapons dealer. All of the ammunition he uses, the guns. So either he has a stockpile or the ability to manufacture it." Johnson added. "We need to use this against him. Find out where he's based and drop the hammer. Send in every gun we have to nail this guy."

Yuri's face remained impassive, any hints that she had been having similar thoughts remained invisible. Earlier that morning she had met with Mayor Osborn, and he had made his position clear.

"Captain Watanabe, whoever this man may be or what he wants is none of my concern. I will not have a killer roaming the streets."

"Mr. Mayor, we don't have the resources to track him down. Even if we did, all our evidence is circumstantial at best. Prosecution could be a nightmare if we don't build up our case."

"I believe you don't understand, Captain; I'm not intending for Spawn to make it to court."

To hear that from Osborn had shaken Yuri. No matter what, Spawn deserved the same rights as any other New Yorker, and to be led to believe that the Mayor was using SWAT as his own personal hit squad was less than reassuring. "But we don't know where that is, Johnson." She said. "And if we can't find him then we have to bring him to us. We need to find what he wants."

"Which puts us right back at Fisk." Johnson replied with a sigh. "With the Distribution Center a total write off, we need a way to find out what he was after at Lau's. But without a warrant…" She said as she threw her hands up in frustration. "We're fucked."

The three sat in silence before Yuri realized what was needed. "I need a smoke" she said finally before standing. "I'll be back in ten, hold down the fort." She ordered as she went towards the stairs that led to the roof of the precinct.


Peter had been swinging through the city, doing his usual rounds of patrol. Not much had happened this morning when it comes to crime, so it could be a quiet day. That is if Spawn doesn't decide to act tonight. There was still no good leads for the Wallcrawler to track this guy down and take him down. Still, when Yuri had called and told him to meet her at the precinct to discuss the Marauder, he made for Chinatown without hesitation.

Coming up on the Chinatown precinct, Spider-Man landed on the rooftop access hatch, spotting Yuri leaning on the railing with a cigarette in hand. "Spider-Cop arrives at the station, and spots Captain Yuri smoking when she said she was going to quit." He spoke in an exaggerated gravelly voice.

He heard Yuri sigh and mutter something that sounded like 'for fucks sake' before she turned around. "Thanks for coming, Spider-Man." She began, sounding genuinely appreciative, one of the reasons he enjoyed working with her, "I want you to investigate a break-in that occurred last night. I'll send you the address. It could be the work of Spawn."

"You don't know?" Peter asked, dropping the Spider-Cop voice altogether.

Yuri shook her head. "Not completely. the place struck belonged to a man named Lau, a known associate of Fisk. It certainly fits in with how he's been targeting the Kingpin's operations. Lau wasn't hurt and none of the security personnel were killed, which is enough for lawyers to hold up a warrant to investigate the purpose of the break in." She chewed on her lip, one of her tells, she was definitely nervous. "Fisk is hiding something. The Mayor's priority is taking down Spawn, but if we can nail Fisk as well…"

"I'll get right on it." He assured. If the Kingpin was planning something then it would have to be stopped, Fisk rarely thought small. And the police have been waiting years to get a shot at taking down the Kingpin.

Spider-Man leaped over the railing and began to swing through the city, It didn't take him long to reach the penthouse, spotting a shattered window that must have been Spawn's doing.

"Should do this as quiet as a spider." Peter muttered, crawling into the ventilation shaft. he crawled along for a bit until he heard somsone talking and stopped at a nearby grate to peer down.

Down below, the head of security was on the phone with somebody. "No sir, concussions and broken bones aplenty, but no dead. Four of my men are still in comas, but the ones who are awake swear up and down it was him."

"Not like him to leave everyone alive." Peter mused, assuming the 'him' was indeed Spawn.

"No police yet, sir. We're busy seeing exactly what was taken. Most of the sensitive materials have already been relocated."

Taken? Peter thought with a frown underneath his mask. This was a burglary? Since when does Spawn start stealing?

"I already sent teams to guard other locations. So far? A few art pieces are missing, a guitar, and an antique china set." The man continued.

"That doesn't sound like Spawn." Peter muttered, racking up everything he knew about the lethal vigilante so far. Stealing some art pieces, a guitar and a set of antiques was far from Spawn's MO. In fact, that more or less fit a certain thief that Peter knew. "It couldn't have been Felicia, could it?"

She had been at the club last night and went off dancing with Nathan. Come to think of it, neither Felicia or Nathan returned. They were gone when Peter and MJ decided to head home. Peter had assumed that maybe Felicia had taken Nathan back to her place. If Felicia was here last night instead, what about Nathan?

"Could he be Spawn?" Peter questioned before shaking his head. "No. No way. Stop assuming, Parker."

Before he could move on, however, the guard below said one last thing. "The server? It was empty sir, nothing on it." There was a pause on the line. "Shit! That means he probably has all the data. I'll go through the logs myself and see what I can find…right away sir."

With that, the man ended the call and pocketed the phone as he walked off, unaware he was being shadowed by Spider-Man in the vents above. After a few minutes, the man was outside a massive vault and dismissed the two guards at the booth before inputting the code to access what was inside.

As soon as the massive steel door began to open, Spider-Man silently opened the grate and hit the man with a pair of webs, pulling him up into the vent and webbing him to the ceiling of the confined space, making sure to cover his mouth to ensure he couldn't call for help. With that done, he dropped down and had a look around.

Judging from the still decent condition of the vault door, it looked intact enough that he doubted it had been forced open last night. Which meant whoever got in did so quietly. Moving to the security booth, he checked to see if he could find security footage of who was responsible. "Wiped, not surprising." He muttered as he took a quick look through the system then saw something unexpected. "Well, hello there."

It was one of his programs, or rather a modification of one, that he had given to Black Cat during their brief partnership. This all but confirmed that the thief had been here as well. What was she doing here? Was she working with Spawn?

"What were you doing, Felicia?" He whispered before he went inside the vault.

There were a small handful of items missing, but the vigilante ignored them and went to the small server bank. He pulled out a custom USB drive and inserted it into the port and began taking whatever was left on the server.

"Yo boss! You almost done in there?" One of the guards outside shouted. "Mrs. Lau is about to arrive!"

Peter immediately grabbed the flash drive and ran back outside the vault and pulled himself back up into the vents, placing the grate back into place. "Boss? Boss where'd you go?" The guard asked as Spider-Man crawled back the way he came.

Back on the roof, he quickly began swinging away until he was safely out of the area and came to a stop atop a gargoyle statue. Pulling out the drive he looked at it, "What have you got for me. little guy?"


"Ms. Watson?" Spawn's voice came through on MJ's phone, which was pout on speaker since the redheaded reporter was on her laptop.

"I got something for you." She said, catching his instant attention. "Project Cinderblock."

"What?"

"That's Fisk's latest operation. Project Cinderblock. He's invested a lot of money into this, going towards weapons. But not just that, it's also going towards construction equipment and supplies. Most of the stuff here is inventory for the construction equipment and what they're going to make. Looks like it's all commercial, office spaces and apartments. Only right now, none of Fisk's companies have property in the city to build these projects on."

Spawn was silent for a few seconds, thinking about what he had just been informed of. "Any idea as to what this project is all about? I doubt it's something good if he's putting money towards guns."

Shaking her head, MJ gave the only answer she had. "I'm not sure. We're still missing pieces, but I did a little digging and found something interesting." She explained as she picked up a note pad and read through what her fellow journalists had given her. "Lau is currently contracted as a consultant at an architecture firm in New York owned by Fisk, I'm sending you that location."

What she didn't inform him of was that there was more, specifically, the second firm that employed Lau in a similar capacity. Either one could have held the info needed, it made more sense if they hit both at once, and if all went well, then Spawn would be none the wiser.

"One last thing. Ever since he's been trying to legitimize himself, Fisk is never around when a major crime operation takes place." MJ explained. This was a pattern she had been noticing ever since she and Peter had begun dating, for obvious reasons.

"And?"

"And he leaves for a nine-month long trip to Europe in three days."


'So I have less than 72 hours to figure out the true extent of Project Cinderblock and put an end to it.' Nathan concluded in his head as he stood on top of a water tower, his cape swaying, looking towards the 80-foot tall skyscraper.

With the reveal that time was against him now, he'd have to work hard and fast to figure out the Kingpin's plans and put an end to it.

Standing up, Spawn leaped from his perch and his cape shot out to the side like makeshift wings, pulling off a Batman-style glide straight to where he wanted to go. Shooting two chains out, he latched them around a metal pole that was attached to the building and swung himself upwards to gain increased speed so he could reach the floor he was aiming for.

When he reached the window of the sixty eighth floor, he tucked his cape into his sides and dived in, smashing through the glass. He rolled and went into a crouching stance with an AR-15 in hand, sweeping his gaze over the vacant office space.

But there was no one.

"My entrance would get attention from anyone stationed nearby though." Spawn muttered under his breath and walked on. He moved through the standard office space, rifle swinging to each door as he checked the rooms behind. Vast spaces of cubicles, server backrooms, and file cabinets, none of which had anything he was looking for.

He finally reached a cluster of larger executive offices deep in the office suite. On the third one he entered; he saw a plaque on the desk. 'Lau', it read. Spawn set his rifle on the desk and moved to the other side, kicking the rolling chair away as he booted up the desktop. As he did, he picked up movement and snapped his gaze to the door. He grabbed his gun and readied himself for a fight.

He didn't have to wait long.

The door was kicked open, followed by a torrent of gunfire. Spawn leaped behind a cubicle, barely flinching as pieces of wood, papers, and desk came splintering off where they used to be due to the bullets striking them.

As quickly as it began, it was over, their mags ran dry as Spawn readied the AR-15. "My turn." He snarled before he shot up to his feet, spun around, and opened fire on the men who shot at him. gunning several down with a storm of 5.56×45mm NATO bullets. Blood splattered onto the floor and walls as Nathan got them in the most vital areas, or anywhere really. Be it through the neck, the head, the arm, the chest, the leg, even the crotch.

More men breached the office and fired at the Hellspawn who grunted as he took a couple of shots to the chest and went flipping over the desk, hitting the computer and ripping the cable cords out of it in the process.

"Shit!" He cursed, realizing that was one source of information dead. He'd need to find another and quickly. But first, he had to deal with these punks.

The gunfire ceased to a halt as the gunmen waited for any signs of movement from the Hellspawn, but received nothing.

"Check him." The squad leader gestured for two of his men to go check on the target, and they nodded. Clutching their rifles, they slowly stepped towards the overturned desk, about to look over and get confirmation on Spawn's death. "Alright boys, I got informed from the guys at the second firm. They found some cute redhead snooping around the offices of Alenko Architecture. Once we bag this guy, we link up with them."

Suddenly, the desk was sent right into them, knocking them down to the floor.

Spawn shot to his feet, his chains shooting out and smacking the guns out of the gunmen's hands. He then picked up a metal pipe that was laying nearby and held it like a baseball bat.

"Get him!" The leader shouted, making the 10 or so guys with him rush forward.

The first one took a swing from the pipe to his face, easily dislocating and shattering his jaw while sending him to the ground.

The second got a worse hit as Spawn spun with the momentum and then swung upward like a gold club, sending the pipe right up into the number 2's groin and making him lift off the ground.

Spawn then dropped the pipe and caught 3's wrist before he twisted it and then slammed his forearm into his elbow, dislocating it and then grabbed his face and slammed him into the ground.

Spawn then caught the kick from 4 and dislocated his hip to the point the guy's foot was pointing forward while being next to his ear.

Five was dodged before Spawn grabbed his head and snapped his neck, dropping him to the ground in an instant.

Spawn then kicked the pipe up and caught it before slamming it into 6 and 7's faces before he jabbed it into 8's stomach and then reared back to slam it into his face.

Spawn then grunted as he was grabbed in a bear hug before he slammed his face back into 9's nose, and then threw his weight back to kick 10 as they approached.

The kick forced Spawn and 9 to the ground and Spawn kept slamming his head back until 9's grip loosened and he got free before he kipped back to his feet and slammed his foot into 9's face before he approached 10.

He ducked a punch and delivered multiple hits to his torso before Spawn wrapped his arm around his head and twisted, making 10 go limp.

He looked towards the leader of the squad, who was now shitting himself, and he made a break for it only for a sharp-spiked chain to impale him right through the heart, killing him instantly. The chain retracted, and the body fell to the floor while Spawn took his leave.

If what the man said was true, Mary Jane was in danger.


In the dark office across from the newly appeared enforcers, Mary Jane was on her knees with a few guns aimed at her head. She thought this would a simple excursion. Show up, have a look around, find this Lau character's office and see what was on the computer. That plan had gone out the window when a dozen armed men had shown up and held the reporter at gunpoint.

"I'm getting no contact with the guys at the other firm." One of the guys reported after checking on his radio. "They've gone silent."

"Or Spawn got to them." The leader said grimly, then turned to MJ. "So, what were you and your boyfriend in a cape doing here?"

"He's not my boyfriend." MJ shook her head.

"Bitch, I don't care if he's your servant or something. What were you doing here?" The thug demanded.

"Is this how you speak to a lady?" A dark voice growled, causing everyone to look into the darkened part of the office and see two glowing green eyes staring at them.

From out of the darkness, Spawn leaped at the thugs and took down the leader with a punch. Another ran up with a yell, swinging for a punch but Spawn grabbed his fist and applied enough pressure to break the wrist right off the bone, making the thug scream in utter agony before Spawn twisted his head around, killing him instantly. The third and final thug aimed his gun at the Hellspawn, only for the vigilante to snap out a GLOCK 34 pistol and gun him down with two shots, one in the chest, the other in the head.

Turning his attention back to the leader, Spawn pressed his boot down onto his chest, then lifted his foot and stomped on the thug's skull, splattering it all over.

MJ looked away, hand covering her mouth as she fought against the urge to vomit.

Spawn walked over to her and undid her bindings. "You got guts, Watson." He said gruffly. "Not many would venture into dangerous areas like this unless they know what they're doing."

"Yeah, well, this isn't my first rodeo." MJ laughed, a little shaken from the violent and bloody display she just witnessed. Hearing about Spawn's methods was one thing, but seeing it with her own eyes?

"What were you doing here anyway?" Spawn demanded, narrowing his eyes.

MJ sighed; she had a feeling where this conversation was going. She and Peter had it too many times for her not to. "I was here checking another lead. I figured you had your hands full, so I decided to pick up the slack." She explained.

She then braced for the inevitable condescending reply, only to be shocked when she got a chuckle in return from the vigilante. "You got guts indeed." He complimented. "Was this excursion worth the risk?" He asked casually.

The redhead stood still as she processed the lack of any sort of 'this was too dangerous, leave it to me' response before she answered. "I already went through the computer, copied everything off of it." She then watched as he made his way to the desk and examined the computer.

"Better luck than I had. Computer got shot in the scuffle." Spawn said, then turned to face her. "Come on, let's get you out of here."

Before either of them could move, a blob of white landed on Spawn's hand, sticking it to the desktop as both of their heads snapped towards the door. "You're not going anywhere pal." Said a voice Mary Jane instantly recognized, though the usual joking tone was gone.

Spider-Man was here.


Next chapter; Spawn vs Spider-Man.