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Fire turtle: Yes, this story is not just Spiderman characters, I currently have plans to have in X Men, Avengers and a bit of fantastic four, not to mention a few others.

Shade: I did do that test chapter, but that was mostly just so I could see what it was like. I'm honestly unsure if I could do a good mystic force crossover, I'll think about it though. And the next time I write a new story, I might put the option on my pat-reon.

Chapter 52 -

"FUUUUUUCCCCKKKKKK!"

Gwen yelped as she fell out of her bed, landing on the floor below. She let out a groan as she sat up and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. She blinked repeatedly in confusion, quite sure that it was her own father who had just dropped the biggest 'f-bomb' she had ever heard in her life. She barely heard her mother chastising him for his language. Holding back a yawn, she got up to her feet and headed over to her bedroom door, opening it in time to see her father, hurriedly putting on a tie as he walked past, not even noticing her.

"Daddy," Gwen called, stopping him in his tracks. He turned and gave her an impatient look. "Is everything okay?" She asked in a concerned voice.

"No, I..." He paused, taking a deep breath and visibly calming himself. "Some...something important has just come up at work, sweetie, I really don't have time, I have to go." He said apologetically, furiously adjusting his suit.

"That's okay, Daddy," She said softly, giving him a smile. "I understand, go. Go and save the world,"

"You're the best daughter a man could ask for," He smiled proudly at her before running off.

"I know," She called just before he managed to reach the door. She headed back into her own room, closing the door before heading back to her bed, quickly pulling out her phone. A few quick searches later revealed exactly why her father had rushed out so early in the morning.

COP OR CRIMINAL!

That was the Daily Bugle headline she found, along with a picture of Morty. A quick skim through the article showed her that the Daily Bugle had learnt pretty much everything that she and the group had learnt. Morty was a corrupt cop who was working for somebody else and had killed Hammerhead. No wonder her poor father was in such a rush to leave. She'd bet everything she owned that if Morty wasn't already in custody then her father would be racing to get him there.

Her father lived his life by the badge for as long as she could remember, he had always done his best to try and make himself a good example for the people of this city. He had tried to prove to everyone that the police in the city were people who could be trusted and who were there to help. She could see the rising frustration in his eyes, every time news of a corrupt cop reached his ears, he seemed to take it as a personal attack. Slowly but surely, her father was reaching his limit. With a frown, she texted Harry about the news, sure that he'd see it once he was awake. With that, she tried to go back to sleep, with emphasis on 'try', it took a while before she had reached a sleepy enough state. Unfortunately, that was when her alarm for school decided to assault her ears.

"Gwen, dear," Her mother's voice called next. "Hurry up and get ready for school, your father has gone to work so I'll have to drop you. Breakfast will be ready soon," She said before walking away.

"Fuck you school," Gwen groaned before remembering just who was responsible for disturbing her sleep in the first place. "Fuck you, Morty," She added.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" Morty said as he narrowly avoided running over a woman who was either really pregnant or could do with a couple of fewer pizzas.

He had barely got to work when a couple of cops showed up to arrest him. Apparently, somehow somebody had recorded footage of what happened with Hammerhead and now he had every damn cop not on the Big Man's payroll chasing after him. He had just about managed to escape from the two and steal their police car. It didn't take long before he found himself being chased by several police cars. A small part of him couldn't help but think about how he wasn't really helping the reputation of the police right now. But then again, he probably already damaged it beyond repair anyway so why care?

"Need to get out of here," He said determinedly. If he kept clear of the cops long enough to lose them then he could hopefully ditch the car and sneak to his safe house. The only problem with that was that he didn't know if the Big Man wanted to do to him what he had done to Hammerhead. Though, truth be told, if he ended up in jail then Hammerhead's fate would definitely end up as his own, that's if the other inmates didn't do him in before that. Word spreads around fast in a prison, all it would take is one person knowing about his now former profession and he'd be done for.

"Boy, do you have problems, huh?" A voice said from above, surprising him enough that he nearly crashed into a parked car. A second later, Spiderman's head hung upside down in front of his windscreen. "And a good morning to you, Sir, do you perhaps have a moment to talk about your car insurance?" He asked in an overly cheery voice.

"Spiderman?!" Morty blurted out.

"The one and only," Spiderman nodded. "Focus on the road, dipshit," He added casually, Morty looked forwards and cursed before turning his steering wheel so he didn't crash into a bus stop. "Now, you going to stop the car or do I have to?"

"Screw you!"

"The second option then," Spiderman hummed before his head disappeared from view. Morty dared to hope that the web-slinger had vanished and left him alone, he realised how wrong he was when the car suddenly started moving up into the air.

"What the fuck?!" Morty blurted out as his car was now a good twenty feet in the air. He opened the window and looked out, he damn near fainted when he saw how high he and the car was. Looking up, his jaw hit the floor as he saw just why the car was in the air. Spiderman, with his feet attached to the top of the car, was holding himself and the car up in the air with just his arms, holding onto two webs attached to different buildings.

"So Morty, here's the deal," Spiderman said, not showing any sign of effort from holding himself, another human and an entire police car. "In a bit, some nice policemen are going to come and arrest you, take you to prison and then you'll get royally fucked by the Big Man's men. But there is a second option, provide me with some valuable info and I might consider taking you away to safety. What say you?"

"The Big man will kill me if I talk," Morty whimpered.

"He'll kill you anyway," Spiderman shrugged. "Tell me what you know and you might just survive. Who is the Big Man?"

"I...I don't know..." Morty said shakily. "...Honest! I never met him! He has hundreds of people working for him! Cops, detectives, janitors for all I know, his men could be anywhere."

"Hmm, who would know?" Spiderman asked.

"I don't know...maybe...maybe the gang leaders!" Morty said quickly. "They all pay him, every gang in the city coughs up some dough for him. If they want to live that is, pick a gang and find their leader."

"Thanks, Morty," Spiderman slowly lowered the car until it was low enough that he could let go of the webs. The car bounced slightly and Morty ended up banging his head off the steering wheel. "Should have worn your seatbelt," Spiderman said, reaching in and taking the key out of the car before placing it on the car boot. "Alright, have fun in jail," Spiderman said with a yawn, having woke up early just to catch this guy. He could only hope he'd have enough time to make it to school.

"What?!" A dazed Morty blurted out. "You...you said you'd get me away from here!"

"Incorrect, I said that I might consider it," Spiderman corrected him just as some police cars stopped behind them. "I've considered it and decided that I will opt not to aid you in breaking the law. It'd ruin the superhero image I'm going for. Sorry but not sorry." He said before leaping in the air and swinging away.

"So, what is he doing now?" Felicia asked Peter.

The group - now including Felicia Hardy as well - had decided to meet up in Peter's basement. Gwen was currently working her magic on Pete's computer, meanwhile, Pete was busy trying to stop Harry's kleptomaniac girlfriend from stealing his stuff. He knew for damn sure that Felicia Hardy did not need or want his 'Iron Man' lab goggles, but that had not stopped the girl from trying to sneak them away. Luckily, the majority of the girl's focus now appeared to be on Harry who was sat crossed legs with his eyes closed. However, he naturally added his own unique twist by doing the whole thing while sitting upside down from the ceiling.

"Oh, he does that every now and then, according to him he's trying to 'get to know' his magical core," Peter explained to her. "He explains it like losing a limb and then trying to get used to getting it back."

"Hmm, well, I hope he gets used to it soon, this magic thing sounds interesting," Felicia said just before Harry opened his eyes. "You awake, Handsome?" She asked, he narrowed his eyes at her before he dropped to the ground and landed on his feet. He frowned and raised his right hand, aiming it at her. "What are you-hey?!" She yelped when a wallet shot out from one of her pockets and rose into the air where it hovered there.

"Whoa!" Gwen blurted out, having looked away from the computer in time to see Harry's magical levitation.

"Pretty cool, huh?" Harry grinned.

"Wait a damn sec! Is that my wallet?!" Peter demanded.

"Oops," Felicia said in an innocent voice. "I wonder how that got there,"

"Me too," Peter said, glaring at Felicia before the wallet dropped into his lap.

"That didn't even make me tired," Harry laughed before raising both of his hands and aiming them into the air. A second later, several bits of science equipment rose into the air, along with the chair that Gwen was sitting on, meaning Gwen was also lifted into the air.

"Harry!" Gwen screamed as all of the levitated objects began moving around the air in a circle. The chair suddenly tilted and Gwen fell off, she barely opened her mouth to scream when she landed in Harry's arms. He grinned at her before gesturing up where the chair and the other objects continued spinning.

"That's what I call magic," Harry laughed.

"Still doesn't change the fact that you're a jerk," She said, slapping him on the chest before jumping out of his arms with a small blush on her face. A blush that only got worse when she saw the knowing look that Felicia Hardy was giving her. "Anyway, before Doctor Fate here decided to interrupt, I had made some progress, if you're interested in hearing." She said in a professional voice, the objects and the chairs all floated down and landed in their original places.

"What do you have?" Harry asked eagerly.

"Well," Gwen said as she made her way to the computer and sat down, a second later Felicia and Peter were standing at either side of her. "First of all," She started when she saw Harry descend down from above her, handing upside down from a web line with his head just above hers. She fought back a smile before continuing. "I got the recording from Harry's lenses and sent Morty's confession to all the big-name news stations and to every police station in the city."

"Nice," Felicia smirked.

"Thank you, anyway, I also tracked down each and every gang I could find," She continued, looking up so she was looking at Harry. "I've narrowed their locations down but you'd still have to search a bit, I'd recommend trying the Russians first. They're the closest and the ones that have caused my father the most problems. They primarily make their money through trade. Drugs, weapons, people, you name it."

"Russians? Why is it always Russians? Like in every story, it's the Russians. That's just cliche by this point," Peter muttered.

"Agreed," The other three nodded. Gwen sighed before reaching out for her glass of water, only to blink when she couldn't feel it. Looking at where it was supposed to be, she blinked when she saw it hovering in the air in front of her. She gingerly took it out of the air and sent an accusing look to Harry who smiled back innocently.

"What?" He asked before a frown appeared on his face. "Did the spider-bot get anything?" He asked in a hopeful voice.

"No," A matching frown appeared on Gwen's face as she pulled up a recording that showed Morty sitting in a prison cell, looking scared to death. "At the moment there have been nothing but routine prison checks. If anyone's going to make a move then it might not be in prison, especially after how Hammerhead's murder was caught."

"Perhaps," Harry replied, a thoughtful look on his face. "Keep an eye out for Morty, I'll go for the gangs and try and get some info out of them. The sooner we find this Big Man, the better. I'm going to contact 'D' and ask him to help keep an eye out, he can watch Morty while I work my magic."

"D?" Felicia asked. "Who the hell's 'D'?"

"Daredevil," Peter answered on Harry's behalf.

"Wait! You mean that you know the 'Devil of Hell's Kitchen'?!" Felicia blurted out.

"Oh yeah! We are totally best buds," Harry said proudly.

"Excuse me," He said, narrowly avoiding bumping into an agent who had just come out of the bathroom. He walked calmly to his boss's office, dressed in a black suit with a white shirt. At times he considered going for the 'official' uniform that the others wore, but opted against it, he didn't really think that blue was his colour. He made it to just outside of his boss's office, he didn't bother knocking as he knew his boss had already seen him on the security cameras that were in the hallway.

"Come in," A voice called, he had barely stood there for more than a second. Opening the door, he walked in and headed straight to his boss who was sitting behind his desk.

"Here are the files you wanted," He said, placing them down on the desk. "All the information we have about-"

"Spiderman," His boss said, a deep frown on his face as he picked up the files. "Tell me, what opinions do you have on our masked arachnid?" He asked.

"Well, Sir, I believe he has heart," He answered honestly. "I think he's trying his best, but I do think he could benefit with some improvement. Perhaps some help from us."

"Perhaps," His boss agreed softly. "That'll be all for now, Agent Coulson. Please send Hill to my office,"

"Yes, Director Fury,"