Normal dialogue
'Thoughts'
Radio/Phone
'Telepathic link'
Computer
[Foreign language] <Dialogue in foreign language>

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New York City
August 14, 11:32 EDT

In Nathan's apartment in Brooklyn, Harry and Nathan were playing a street racing game while Peter, Mary Jane, and Gwen sat on the couch behind them eating pizza from Joe's along with other snacks.

Harry: Stop cheating, Nate! Hey, quit cheating!

He tried to shove Nathan, but he didn't budge.

Nathan: (chuckles) You just can't keep up, Osborn.

While the two played, Gwen looked at her phone and responded to a text.

Mary Jane: That your boyfriend?

Gwen blushed.

Gwen: Miles is not my boyfriend. At least, we haven't...put a label on it.

Mary Jane: Hey, relax, Gwen. No one's breaking any bylaws. I just thought that after you broke up with Nathan...

Gwen: I'd need a little more time? I don't know. I bumped into Miles one day, and we just...clicked, you know?

She glanced at Nathan.

Nathan: Hey, you don't need my permission to date anyone else, Gwen. As long as you're happy, I'm happy. Besides, I met Miles. He's a cool guy.

Gwen: (smiles) Thanks.

Nathan: Don't mention it.

Peter: Speaking of dating, what about that girl you're talking to? Megan?

Nathan froze as his face slowly turned red.

Nathan: Uh...

Harry: I think you broke him, Pete.

Peter: Hey, I'm just saying. If you're talking to a girl that long, and there's chemistry there, it's worth asking her out.

Nathan shook his head, recovering from his blush, before smirking at Peter.

Nathan: Sure, just ask MJ out, and maybe I'll think about it.

Harry laughed as Peter and Mary Jane blushed while avoiding each other's gazes. Gwen, on the other hand, smacked Nathan's shoulder.

Gwen: Don't be mean, Nate.

Nathan: Why are you hitting me? I'm right.

Mary Jane cleared her throat to get Nathan's attention. She was still blushing a bit, while Peter's face was still as red as her hair.

Mary Jane: Peter does have a point, though. You should probably ask her out. You never know.

Nathan: I don't know...I mean, what if she says no?

Harry: Then you and I will forever remain hopeless bachelors.

Nathan: Shut up, Harry. I'm serious. Megan and I are good friends, and I don't want to possibly ruin that.

Mary Jane: Well, there's that possibility. But there's also a chance that she sees you the way you see her. Just try it, yeah?

Nathan looked back at the TV, thinking about his best friend's words.

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Mount Justice
August 14, 13: 53 EDT

Superboy and Valeria were sitting in front of a hologram watching a movie in the lounge, while M'gann was in the kitchen making cookies.

Superboy: Wait, why does this Windu guy have a purple laser sword, while all the others are either blue, green, or red?

Valeria: They're called lightsabers. And Sam Jackson, the actor playing Windu, just wanted to have a purple lightsaber. And who in their right mind would say no to him?

Superboy: Well...I guess that's about right. Looks cool, though.

Valeria: (chuckles) Yeah, it does.

Computer: Recognized: Spider-Man, B-0-7.

The zeta tube activated as Nathan walked out. He knew Superboy, M'gann, and Valeria were the only ones in the Cave. Kaldur was on a mission with Aquaman, Wally was at school in Central City, and Dick and Artemis were in Gotham.

He then caught a smell. He knew where it came from, because of how good it smelled.

Nathan walked towards the kitchen, passing by Superboy and Valeria.

Nathan: I see you're converting our Kryptonian friend into a Star Wars fan.

Valeria: You know it, brother. What brings you here?

Nathan: Just...wanted to talk to M'gann about something.

Both Valeria and Superboy smirked.

Superboy: Well, don't let us stop you.

Nathan rolled his eyes as he walked towards the kitchen, where he saw M'gann open the oven and take out a tray of cookies with her telekinetic powers.

Nathan: Those look good.

M'gann jumped in surprise, miraculously not dropping a cookie, before turning around and seeing Nathan.

M'gann: Nathan! You scared me.

Nathan: Sorry. Didn't mean to.

M'gann: It's okay. Well...I hope they taste as good as you say they look. But you'll have to wait until they cool down.

She placed the tray on the counter.

M'gann: So what brings you here? Not that I'm not happy to see you, it's just, usually, you'd be in New York unless there's a mission or—

Nathan: It's fine, M'gann. Don't worry about it. Uh...

He scratched the back of his head awkwardly as he felt his face heat up.

Nathan: Is there a chance you'd wanna, uh...

M'gann raised an eyebrow.

Nathan: (under his breath) [Spanish] <This is harder than I thought.>

M'gann: Are you okay?

Nathan: Yeah, I'm fine.

M'gann: You sure? You're turning a little red.

Nathan: It's nothing, don't worry about it...Doyouwanttogooutwithme?

M'gann: I'm sorry?

Nathan: (clears his throat) I said that too fast, didn't I?

M'gann nodded.

Nathan: Okay. (takes a deep breath) Do you want to...go out with me?

Not it was M'gann's turn to blush.

M'gann: L-Like a date?

Nathan: It doesn't have to be a date if you don't want it to be. It can just be a simple hangout or something. Question is, is pizza okay?

M'gann: (giggles) No, it's fine. I'd love to go out on a date with you. And yes, pizza's great.

Nathan smiled as he felt a weight get taken off his shoulders.

Nathan: Great. I take it you're free tonight?

M'gann: (smiles) Yeah. I am.

Nathan: Awesome. I'll see you at, say...7?

M'gann: Perfect.

Nathan: Perfect. I'll meet you at the zeta tube then. See you tonight.

M'gann: See you.

With a smile on his face, Nathan left the kitchen, ignoring the smug smiles on Superboy and Valeria's faces when he passed them.

As he approached the zeta tube, Nathan threw his fist in the air in celebration.

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In a secluded area in Harlem, a beat-up car stopped in front of a small grocery store. The driver, a Caucasian man in his early 30s with black hair, stepped out and entered the store.

Man: Good afternoon, Manny.

The Latino cashier, named Manny, looked up from his phone and saw the man.

Manny: Buenos noches, señor.

Hank nodded as he picked up a basket and went into an aisle. He knelt down and picked up a bag of rock salt as he checked the price.

Hank: (mutters) $9.99? It's just salt, for God's sake.

With a sigh, he placed the salt into his basket before getting up and going to another aisle.

At the front of the store, a couple of hooded men entered the store. Manny looked up and saw them.

Manny: Hola, señores, How can I—

He was cut off when one of the men pulled a silenced pistol out of his pocket and shot Manny in the head, killing him instantly as his body fell to the ground.

Hank heard the thud and turned to see one of the men walking towards him with his pistol.

Hank: Oh, sh—

The second hooded man went up behind him and put him in a chokehold, pinning him.

Man 1: You think you can try ratting us out and walk away, huh?

Hank: Please. Please, don't—

The man hit Hank in the head with the butt of his pistol, knocking him out.

Man 1: Whiny little rat.

The two hooded men picked the unconscious body up and left the store, leaving the cashier's dead body staining the floor with blood.

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Wearing a red button-up shirt, jeans, and sneakers, Nathan leaned against an out-of-order phone booth in an alleyway while trying to calm him down.

Nathan: Come on, Rollins. Get a hold of yourself. It's just a normal date...with the niece of Martian Manhunter...who might phase his hand into your chest and rip your heart out if you hurt her. (shakes his head) Stop it, Nate. You're gonna be fine. It's gonna be a great date. You and M'gann are gonna have fun. Hopefully, it's gonna be a nice, quiet night.

He then saw the phone booth glowing yellow. Knowing that it was the zeta tube activating, Nathan pushed himself off the booth and straightened his hoodie.

Nathan: (under his breath) Here we go.

The booth opened, and M'gann stepped out. She wore a white shirt with a blue skirt and jacket. She even had a black headband to pull her hair back.

Nathan: Wow. You look great.

M'gann blushed.

M'gann: T-thanks. You look great, too.

Nathan: (sighs) Oh, thank God. I was tearing my hair out figuring out what to wear.

M'gann giggled, which brought a smile to Nathan's face. The two then stood in silence until Nathan spoke.

Nathan: Aren't you forgetting something?

M'gann: What?

Nathan pointed at her. She looked down and noticed that her skin was still green.

M'gann: Oh, right.

Her skin changed to Caucasian.

M'gann: (smiles) There. Crisis averted.

Nathan: Good.

He presented his arm.

Nathan: Shall we?

M'gann smiled as she hooked her arm around his.

M'gann: We shall.

The two left the alleyway and walked along the sidewalk.

M'gann: So how are the others? Your dad? MJ? Gwen?

Nathan: They're doing great. Dad stopped a drug deal two days ago.

M'gann: Is he okay?

Nathan: He's fine. He was grazed in the shoulder by a dude with a pocketknife during the bust, which worried me when I heard it the first time, but other than that, he's okay.

M'gann: And the others?

Nathan: MJ and Peter are still hopelessly into each other. Harry's still tired of his dad's riches.

M'gann: And Gwen?

Nathan: She's, uh...She's dating someone else.

M'gann: Really?

Nathan: Yep. Miles Morales. Goes to Brooklyn Visions. I'm happy Gwen is moving on. And I met Miles during one of Gwen's band practices. He's a cool dude.

M'gann: I'm sure he is.

Nathan: Oh. Here we are.

They walked up to Joe's Pizzeria. They both entered and M'gann stopped to look at the menu behind the cashier.

M'gann: That's...a lot of choices.

Nathan: Yeah, and they're all great. Best pizza New York City has to offer. Take your time, Meg.

M'gann looked at Nathan with a raised eyebrow.

Nathan: Sorry about that. I just thought—

M'gann: No, it's fine. Besides, I like that nickname.

Nathan smiled as M'gann looked back at the menu where something caught her eye.

M'gann: The Spider-Man Special?

Nathan: (chuckles) Yeah.

He looked at M'gann and tapped his temple. She took the hint and created a mind link between herself and Nathan.

Nathan: 'Joe made that after I beat the Lizard.'

M'gann: 'Did you ever over one?'

Nathan: 'Not as Spider-Man. At least, not regularly. I mean, Spider-Man ordering a special pizza named after him is a little bit pretentious, don't you think?'

M'gann: (giggles) 'It does when you put it like that.'

Nathan: 'It tastes good, though.'

M'gann: (smirks) 'Well, I ought to see for myself.'

Nathan smirked as he and M'gann approached the cashier, where the owner, Joe, greeted them with a smile.

Joe: Welcome to Joe's! How ya two doin'?

Nathan: Doing great, Joe. Can we have two Spider-Man Specials, please?

Joe: (smirks) You two fans?

Nathan and M'gann glanced at each other before looking back at Joe.

M'gann: You can say that.

Joe: Two Spider-Man Specials coming up. In the meantime, make yourselves comfortable.

Nathan and M'gann walked away from the cashier and sat in an empty booth.

M'gann: He's friendly.

Nathan: His friendliness is one of the main reasons why he's getting a lot of customers.

M'gann: And the pizza, right?

Nathan: And the pizza. What about you? How are things at your end?

M'gann: Alright. Uncle J'onn is busy with the League, but he still checks on me from time to time. I've played some board games with Superboy and Valeria. Those were fun. Although, I noticed those two having something going on.

Nathan: What do you mean?

M'gann: Well, I once saw them sparring. Val brought Superboy down, she sat on top of him, and they just...stared at each other for a few seconds.

Nathan raised an eyebrow before chuckling.

M'gann: What?

Nathan: Nothing. I guess it makes sense for them to get close to each other. Shared experiences and all.

M'gann: Yeah, that makes sense.

Just then, a waiter walked up to them and placed two pizzas in front of them. The pizzas were about 20 inches in diameter, and 2 inches thick and each of them had a mix of pepperoni, meatballs, and extra cheese.

Waiter: Two Spider-Man Specials.

Nathan: Thanks.

The waiter walked away as M'gann picked up a slice. She slowly took a bite out of it, and her eyes widened.

M'gann: Oh, wow! That's really good!

Nathan: Right?

He smiled as he took a bite out of his slice. Then he saw M'gann munching through her slice quickly.

Nathan: Whoa, whoa! Easy, Meg. Don't want you to choke.

M'gann stopped eating and looked at Nathan with her mouth full of the pizza.

M'gann: Thowwie.

Nathan: (chuckles) It's alright.

M'gann swallowed the contents in her mouth.

M'gann: It's just so good!

Nathan: No, I get that.

He looked at M'gann and saw a bit of sauce on the corner of her mouth.

Nathan: Uh...Meg, you got a little...

He pointed at his mouth. M'gann understood, but she wiped the opposite side of her mouth.

M'gann: Did I get it?

Nathan: No. Here, let me.

He wiped the sauce from M'gann's lips with his thumb, which made her blush furiously.

Once Nathan lowered his hand, he and M'gann stared into each other's eyes. The world around them seemed to disappear as the two of them were in their own little world.

But they were snapped out of their trance when Nathan's phone pinged. The two blushed furiously as Nathan took out his phone and saw the alert. His face paled slightly once he saw it.

M'gann: What is it?

Nathan: Murder and kidnapping in Harlem.

He looked up from his phone.

Nathan: I am so sorry, M'gann. I have to...

M'gann: I'm coming with you.

Nathan: ...What?

M'gann: You heard me loud and clear, Nathan. I'm coming with you.

Nathan just stared at M'gann. He didn't want to possibly put M'gann in harm's way, but he knew that she'd just follow him if he said no.

Nathan: Alright. But you do what I say, alright? I don't want you getting hurt.

M'gann: I can handle myself, Nathan. You don't have to worry.

With a sigh, Nathan placed two 10-dollar bills on the table before he and M'gann got up and left the pizzeria.

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Using his web wings, Spider-Man (in his standard suit) glided over the streets of Harlem, while Miss Martian (in her standard suit) flew alongside him. Spider-Man was being unusually quiet, which Miss Martian couldn't help but notice.

Miss Martian: 'Nathan? What's wrong?'

Spider-Man didn't respond, which worried Miss Martian.

Miss Martian: 'Talk to me, Nathan. Please.'

Spider-Man: 'Can we just...put a pin on it until this is over?'

Miss Martian heard the pain in his voice. She wondered what would be hurting him but decided to talk to him about it later.

Miss Martian: 'Okay.'

Spider-Man retracted his web wings and started swinging, while Miss Martian flew behind him, until Spider-Man perched on top of a lamppost across the street from a grocery store that was surrounded by police cruisers and closed off by yellow police tape.

Miss Martian: Oh, no.

Spider-Man: Come on.

He jumped off the lamppost and landed on the ground, and Miss Martian landed next to him as they approached the crime scene. However, they were stopped by a police officer.

Police Officer: Hey! You can't come in here! This is an active crime scene!

???: They're with me.

They looked over and saw Henry looking at them.

Henry: Let them through, O'Donnell.

The officer glared at the two heroes before sighing and stepping aside, allowing them to duck under the police tape and enter the crime scene.

Henry: Spider-Man. Miss Martian.

Spider-Man: Detective.

Miss Martian's breath hitched when she saw the dead body.

Henry: It's not a pretty sight. Manuel Gutierrez, age 20. He was working here part-time before he was killed about 3 hours ago.

Spider-Man: Any camera footage?

Henry: Yeah. Two suspects. Cameras couldn't get a clear shot of their faces. They were wearing hoodies over their heads. They shot Gutierrez with a silenced pistol before they knocked the other guy out.

Miss Martian: Why would why do something like this?

Henry: Our kidnapping victim is Hank Anderson, age 32. He was a CI for the NYPD.

Miss Martian furrowed her eyebrows.

Henry: Civilian informant. They help the police with intel regarding drugs and other gang-related crimes.

Miss Martian: Oh.

Spider-Man: So, by the looks of it, the two goons figured out Hank was giving information to cops and decided to kidnap him. Manny over there was just at the wrong place at the wrong time.

Henry: Pretty much. Our suspects put Hank in the trunk of a white sedan and drove off.

Spider-Man: So we follow the car. We'll find them.

He and Miss Martian left the store. Spider-Man swung up to a nearby rooftop and Miss Martian landed next to him.

Spider-Man: If I could access CCTV, I might be able to figure out where those guys went.

He took out his phone and typed into it but stopped once he saw Miss Martian gazing at the crime scene below.

Spider-Man: M'gann.

M'gann shook her head and looked away.

Spider-Man: I guess this is your first time seeing a dead body?

Miss Martian: (nods) It's just...I know that this is a thing that can happen on Earth, but...I never saw it for myself until now.

Spider-Man: I understand.

He looked down at the crime scene below and sighed.

Spider-Man: I was 10.

Miss Martian: What?

Spider-Man: I was 10 years old when I heard that my mom was killed.

Miss Martian: Oh. Robin told us about that when we went to recruit you. So that's why you've been off? Because this reminded you of that day?

Spider-Man: Yeah. Stuff like this is why I go out there, putting my life on the line to protect the people of this city. To make sure what happened to me doesn't happen to anybody else. (sighs) But no matter how hard I try, I can't always save everyone. I learned that the hard way.

Miss Martian: I guess that's the hardest part about this, isn't it?

Spider-Man: It is. If you can't find a way to live with it, then next time...maybe nobody gets saved.

Miss Martian nodded, taking in Spider-Man's words, as she watched him type into his phone again. After a few seconds, he stopped.

Spider-Man: Got it.

Miss Martian stood next to Spider-Man as he played the footage from 3 hours prior.

It showed the two criminals carrying the unconscious body of Hank Anderson towards the white sedan. One of them opened the trunk, while the other tossed Hank into it like he was a bag of garbage before closing it. The two criminals got in the car, started the engine, and drove away from the front of the store.

Spider-Man and Miss Martian watched as the sedan drove until they reached a familiar area.

Spider-Man: Looks like they're in Hell's Kitchen.

Miss Martian: That's still in Manhattan, right?

Spider-Man: Yeah.

They watched as the sedan went into a parking lot. Spider-Man fast-forwarded the footage a little bit before noticing that the sedan never left the lot.

Spider-Man: Well, now we know where to look.

Miss Martian: It can't be that easy.

Spider-Man: It never is. Chances are, they swapped cars. Still, I might be wrong.

Miss Martian: Then let's go.

Spider-Man jumped off the roof and swung away, while Miss Martian flew close behind.

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After a few minutes of swinging and flying, Spider-Man landed on the top floor of the parking lot in Hell's Kitchen. The first thing they saw was the white sedan from the CCTV footage, but as predicted...

Miss Martian: Nothing. I can't feel anyone. I think you might be right about them swapping cars.

Spider-Man: Yeah. Still, maybe they left something behind.

He walked towards the car and was about to work on unlocking it when his Spider-Sense rang. He tilted his head to the left as something zoomed past the right side of his head before striking the floor, leaving a crack. It then bounced into the lamppost before flying back to where it came from.

Miss Martian: What the—

Then a figure landed in front of them. It was a man wearing a red-and-black suit that looked like it consisted of some kind of light armor. The lower half of his face was exposed, while the upper half was covered by a mask with horns and red lenses. He held what looked like red metal billy clubs in his hands.

Spider-Man immediately knew who it was. He read several New York Bulletin articles that mentioned the so-called "Devil of Hell's Kitchen."

Spider-Man: That could've killed me, you know.

Daredevil: Given everything I've heard about you, Spider-Man, I figured you'd be able to dodge it.

Spider-Man: Still, though.

Miss Martian: Uh, I'm sorry, who are you?

Daredevil and Spider-Man looked at each other.

Spider-Man: Miss Martian, this is Daredevil. He's basically the Batman of this part of Manhattan. (turns to Daredevil) Daredevil, this is Miss Martian. She's my, uh...colleague.

Daredevil: Nothing more?

Spider-Man: Uh, no.

Daredevil: Your heartbeat just spiked. And so did your "friend's."

Miss Martian looked away to hide her blush, while Spider-Man blushed under his mask.

Spider-Man: 'Super-hearing. That's not fair.'

Daredevil: What are you two doing here?

Spider-Man: We're looking for someone. Hank Anderson, he's a CI. He was kidnapped in Harlem 3 hours ago, and we tracked the car the two thugs took. But as you can see...

He gestured toward the empty white sedan.

Daredevil: It's empty.

Spider-Man: Yep.

Daredevil: Well, if Anderson's a CI, that means that he knew something that the guys who took him wanted to keep quiet.

Miss Martian: Well, how do we find him?

Daredevil: I know someone.

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In a secluded alleyway, a bald, bearded, African American man got into his car and started counting the dollar bills that he had just collected.

After he had finished counting, he smiled before opening the glovebox and placing the money inside. Once he closed the glovebox, a hand smashed through the window and pulled the man out of it.

Once he landed on the sidewalk, he groaned as he looked up to see the perpetrator.

Daredevil: Hello, Turk.

The man, Turk, groaned in annoyance.

Turk: Come on, man.

Daredevil kicked him in the face, knocking him out.

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Miss Martian: Did you seriously have to be that violent?

Daredevil: You want to find your guy? Barrett's the one to ask.

Spider-Man: You could've just talked to him. You know, like a normal person would.

Daredevil: We will, once he wakes up.

The three heroes were standing on a rooftop while waiting for Turk Barrett to wake up. He was tied up in webbing (per Daredevil's request) and had a few cuts on his face as well as a broken nose.

Miss Martian: (to Spider-Man) I see why you compared him to Batman.

Spider-Man: Yep. I want to find Anderson, but I don't want to paralyze a man to do it.

Daredevil: What would you do? Quip him to death?

Before Spider-Man could respond, they heard Turk stirring awake. They turned around and saw him lift his head and see the heroes.

Turk: (sighs) Might as well get the whole Justice League.

Daredevil: A crew from the Manfredi family stole a shipment of weapons from a military convoy last night.

Both Spider-Man and Miss Martian looked at Daredevil in surprise.

Turk: Well, that's a damn shame, 'cuz some poor soul in Afghanistan or something' could've used one of those.

Daredevil: A shipment that size could make a lot of money. There's a deal happening tonight. Where is it?

Turk: What? You think I know? That stuff's high above my pay grade...

Daredevil pulled Turk up to his feet and held him up to the edge of the roof.

Spider-Man: Whoa!

Miss Martian: What are you doing?

Turk: Okay! Okay. I did hear something. That deal you're talking about? It's in a warehouse on 57th Street. Some dude tried to tell the cops about it, but the Manfredi got to him first.

Spider-Man: You mean Hank Anderson? You know where he is?

Turk: 10th Avenue. Behind some Mexican restaurant. Poor bastard's probably dead by now.

Daredevil: The deal, who's the buyer?

Turk: I don't know.

Daredevil tugged Turk closer to the ledge.

Turk: I swear I don't know! Some guy who keeps to himself. I don't know nothing else. I swear I'm telling you all I know.

After a few seconds, Daredevil pulled Turk back onto the roof.

Turk: Look, man. I gave you what you wanted. My nose is busted, got all the glass in my car I gotta replace now... Maybe just let a brother go?

Daredevil didn't say anything.

Turk: Come on, D. I'm out on parole man, I can't go back to jail, please. I missed Hell's Kitchen.

Daredevil: Yeah. It didn't miss you.

He threw a right hook at Turk's jaw, knocking him out cold.

Miss Martian: Was that really necessary?

Daredevil didn't answer her.

Spider-Man: Maybe Hank's still alive. Maybe we can go get him.

Daredevil: What we need to do is stop that deal.

Miss Martian: So we split up. Spider-Man and I will go find Anderson, you go to that deal, and we'll meet you there.

Daredevil took a few seconds before finally stopping.

Daredevil: Fine. But if the deal starts, and you two aren't there...

Spider-Man: You'll take on who-knows how many goons, armed or otherwise, all by yourself, yeah?

Daredevil: Glad we understand each other.

Spider-Man: (sighs) Have it your way, I guess. (turns to Miss Martian) Come on, let's go.

He jumped off the roof and swung away, and Miss Martian flew after him.

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Spider-Man was swinging towards the address Turk gave them, while Miss Martian flew alongside him.

Miss Martian: 'I can't believe how brutal that guy is.'

Spider-Man: 'Me neither. I mean, it's one thing to read about it from news articles, but to see it firsthand...And for some reason, I feel like what he did with Barrett was tame.'

Miss Martian: 'I feel that, too.'

Once they arrived, Spider-Man stuck to the wall of the building, while Miss Martian hovered next to him. Spider-Man heard thuds and groans of pain coming from the apartment window.

Spider-Man: 'Looks like Turk's intel checks out.'

The two heroes shared a look before they both turned invisible. Spider-Man quietly opened the window before crawling in, as Miss Martian floated right behind him.

The apartment was run down, to say the least. The couch had several holes in it and had several kinds of stains spread all over it. The wallpaper was decaying. The floor was littered with all kinds of garbage.

Miss Martian: 'Ugh! What died in here?'

Spider-Man: 'Probably half a dozen rats at least.'

They heard noises coming from one of the bedrooms, and the door was open. The two heroes saw two hooded goons beating up a tied-up Hank Anderson. They didn't even bother asking him questions, they were just beating him up for the sake of it.

Spider-Man: 'I'll take the guy on the left, you take the one on the right. You okay with that?'

Miss Martian: 'Let's do it.'

The two snuck up on the two goons. Once they were close, Spider-Man jabbed his fingers into his guy's neck and used his Venom to zap him, knocking him out.

Goon 2: What the—

He was sent into the wall behind Hank by Miss Martian, falling unconscious on impact.

The two heroes turned visible.

Spider-Man: Nice work, Miss M.

Miss Martian: (smiles) You too, Spidey.

They then looked at Hank and saw his condition. His left eye was swollen shut, his right eye was halfway closed due to swelling, half his head was covered in his blood and his face was covered in cuts and bruises. He was mumbling incoherent phrases.

Miss Martian: He's delirious.

Spider-Man: Oh, boy. I'll call Dad.

He then dialed his father's number. After a few seconds, he responded.

Henry: Detective Rollins.

Spider-Man: Hey, Dad. We found Anderson. He's alive, but...he's beat up pretty bad. We're at 10th Avenue, behind Añejo.

Henry: Alright, wait for me, and I'll pick him up.

Spider-Man: No, we can't wait. Hank knew about a deal that's happening tonight. The Manfredi family is selling some military-grade weapons to some other gang. We don't know who.

Henry: Okay. Well, send me the place where the deal is taking place, and we'll meet you there. But if Hank's condition is as bad as you say it is, then either you or Miss Martian will have to drop him off at a nearby hospital as soon as possible.

Spider-Man: Got it. See you soon, Dad. Love you.

Henry: Love you too, son. Stay safe.

Spider-Man: I will.

He hung up and turned to look at Miss Martian.

Miss Martian: Well?

Spider-Man: One of us will have to drop Hank off at the hospital. It's a few blocks south of here.

Miss Martian: I'll take him there. You meet Daredevil and stop that deal, and I'll join you as soon as I can.

Spider-Man: Alright. Be careful.

Miss Martian: I should be telling you that. You're the one walking into a weapons deal.

Spider-Man: (chuckles) Touché.

He walked to the open window. He was about to jump out when Miss Martian called out to him.

Miss Martian: Wait.

Spider-Man turned around and saw Miss Martian hovering towards him. Once she was close, she cupped his left cheek and gently pressed her lips against his right one. She pulled away after a few seconds and looked into Spider-Man's masked eyes while blushing, unaware that he was blushing under his mask as well.

Miss Martian: For luck.

Spider-Man nodded before jumping out the window and swinging away, leaving Miss Martian alone while still blushing.

Miss Martian: 'That was...bold of me. What was I supposed to do again?'

She heard Hank groan from the room, and then she shook her head.

Miss Martian: 'Right. Hospital. Few blocks south. Got it.'

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Near the warehouse on 57th Street, Daredevil was perched on the corner of a rooftop, observing the warehouse. He then heard a thwip followed by a thud behind him.

Daredevil: Took you long enough.

Spider-Man: We found Anderson. He's alive. Miss Martian is taking him to a hospital as we speak. Anything new?

Daredevil: Nothing yet.

Spider-Man: What, just those five guards patrolling the perimeter?

Daredevil: Not to mention the half a dozen armed guards plus Silvio Manfredi himself inside the warehouse.

Spider-Man: How could you know that?

Daredevil looked at Spider-Man as if he was an idiot.

Spider-Man: Right. Super-hearing...You hear anything that could tell us who the buyer is?

Daredevil: No, nothing. If Manfredi does know, he's being very tight-lipped about it.

Spider-Man: Okay. I have an idea. We take care of those goons patrolling outside right now, then we sneak in.

Daredevil: And then what?

Spider-Man: We wait for the buyer to show up. Once they show themselves, and we see the weapons, we go in and take out both parties.

Daredevil: Funny. I was thinking the same thing. Lead the way, Spider-Man.

Spider-Man swung towards the warehouse, while Daredevil followed.

At the warehouse entrance, one of the armed goons walked around, patrolling the perimeter. He then heard a sudden pinging sound behind him.

Goon 1: What was that?

He raised his rifle and slowly walked toward the source of the noise. Suddenly, a web stuck to his shoulder. He was then pulled up and wrapped in a web cocoon by Spider-Man, who hung the webbed goon onto the lamppost that he was perched on.

Spider-Man: Nighty night.

On the catwalk on the side of the warehouse, another armed good stood with his rifle in his arms. He then heard a thud behind him, so he turned around, only for Daredevil to expertly disarm him and hit his head against the railing, knocking him out.

The two remaining goons heard the commotion, so they raised their weapons and walked towards it. What they didn't notice was the trip mine that was placed in front of them.

Once one of the goons passed the trip mine, it shot out a web line and automatically stuck him to a crate.

Goon 3: What the—

He was interrupted when Spider-Man performed a web strike on him, knocking him out.

Spider-Man: They look so cute when they're unconscious.

He then heard his Spider-Sense ringing. He looked behind him and saw the last armed good aiming his rifle at him. Before he could pull the trigger, however, Daredevil landed in front of them and pulled the rifle out of the goon's hands before striking him with his billy clubs, knocking him out with only a few quick, precise blows.

Spider-Man: I had him.

Daredevil: Sure, you did.

Spider-Man shook his head as he got up to his feet.

Daredevil: We're clear. Nobody heard us.

Spider-Man: That's good. Come on.

Spider-Man swung towards the roof of the ceiling, and Daredevil wrapped the cable of his billy clubs around a pole on the roof and pulled himself up.

Once they reached the roof, Spider-Man opened a hatch and jumped in, and Daredevil followed.

They both landed on the rafters above and observed the situation below. There were two silver SUVs with six armed goons surrounding them.

Spider-Man: (whispers) Where's ol' Silvie?

Daredevil: (whispers) He's in the SUV on the right. He's not getting out until the buyer shows up.

Spider-Man: (whispers) Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't the Manfredi family a part of the Maggia syndicate?

Daredevil: (whispers) Yeah.

Spider-Man: (whispers) So we might piss off the Maggia and whoever the buyer represents in one fell swoop.

Daredevil: (whispers) You getting cold feet, Spider-Man?

Spider-Man: (whispers) No chance.

He noticed Daredevil's head perk up.

Spider-Man: (whispers) What is it?

Daredevil: (whispers) Two SUVs coming in. The buyer's here.

True to Daredevil's word, two black SUVs entered the warehouse. Five more armed goons stepped out, and they were followed by a brown-haired, bespectacled man in a black tuxedo. The man adjusted his tie before walking to the silver SUVs.

Then the silver SUV on the right opened, and an old man with long, white hair wearing a blue tuxedo stepped out. Spider-Man guessed that this was Silvio Silvermane.

Both Silvermane and the bespectacled man walked until they were about four feet away from each other.

Manfredi: Mr. Wesley.

Wesley: Mr. Manfredi. It's a pleasure to meet you.

Manfredi: I was expecting to see your boss.

Wesley: Kingpin has other important matters to disclose.

On the rafters, Spider-Man and Daredevil glanced at each other. Spider-Man made a mental note to dig into this "Kingpin" and see if he could find out who he is.

Manfredi: (sighs) It doesn't matter. Do you have the money?

Wesley: Shipment first, then we can discuss financials.

With a sigh, Manfredi snapped his fingers. two of his men walked to the other silver SUV and opened the trunk. The two carried a large crate out of the car and placed it next to Manfredi. One of them took out a crowbar, pried open the top of the crate, and pushed it off, revealing the military M4s and ammunition inside.

Wesley picked up an M4 and started inspecting it. He studied the exterior, flicked off the safety, flicked it back on, and then removed the magazine to inspect the bullets inside before loading the rifle and placing it back in the crate.

He then looked back to one of his men and gave him a nod. The goon opened the back door of the black SUV and took out a briefcase. He handed the case to Wesley, who placed it on the crate and opened it, revealing a massive amount of money inside.

Manfredi took one of the 100-dollar bills and started inspecting it, making sure that it wasn't counterfeit. After a minute, Manfredi placed the bill back in the briefcase.

Manfredi: Looks like we've got ourselves an acceptable deal.

Back on the rafters, Daredevil and Spider-Man were preparing to make a move.

Daredevil: (whispers) We can't let those guns leave this place.

Spider-Man: (whispers) Don't worry, D. I got a little present for them.

He took out a couple of web bombs and threw them at the goons on either side. Upon impact, two of Manfredi's men and two of Wesley's were stuck to the SUVs by webbing.

Wesley, Manfredi, and the remaining goons were stunned before Spider-Man and Daredevil landed in front of them.

Spider-Man: Hey, guys! Illegal arms deals are from 9 to 5, you missed it!

The goons raised their weapons at the two vigilantes.

Daredevil: You take the left. I'll take the right.

Spider-Man: Gotcha.

Spider-Man jumped to the right and took on Manfredi's four remaining men, while Daredevil lunged at Wesley's remaining three before they could start shooting.

Spider-Man threw several punches and kicks at one of the goons before his Spider-Sense rang. He jumped away and webbed a goon who was aiming his gun at him in the face, disorienting him.

Spider-Man then activated his Spider Arms and webbed another goon. He pulled the goon towards him and kicked him up in the air before using his Spider Arms to launch himself in the air. He then threw a punch and a kick before shooting another web at him and flinging him at another goon, knocking them both out.

He then flipped himself in the air to avoid the bullets shot at him from the two remaining goons. Spider-Ma pulled himself towards one of the goons and Venom Punched him to knock him out before shooting an impact web at the last goon, webbing him to a support beam.

Spider-Man then started dusting his hands as he noticed Daredevil walking towards him, panting slightly. He looked behind him and saw that the three goons Daredevil lunged at were knocked out as well.

Spider-Man: Well, I'd consider this a job well done.

Daredevil: Where'd Manfredi go?

Spider-Man then looked around and saw no sign of Silvio Manfredi.

Spider-Man: Oh, no. Wesley?

Daredevil: Gone. They must've run off when the fighting started.

Spider-Man: (sighs) Dang it. Well, at least, we won't have to worry about those guns hitting the streets.

Daredevil: I suppose there's that.

Then they heard two guns cocking behind them. They turned around and saw two goons, who regained consciousness, and aimed their weapons at them before they were sent flying into a wall, getting knocked out on impact.

Daredevil tilted his head, while Spider-Man chuckled, knowing who that was.

Spider-Man: You couldn't have come here sooner?

He and Daredevil looked up and saw Miss Martian hovering above them.

Miss Martian: Well, better late than never, right?

Spider-Man: (chuckles) Right.

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After neatly piling all the unconscious goons in a web cocoon dangling from the ceiling, Spider-Man called his father.

Spider-Man: Hey, Dad. Got a bunch of goons wrapped up with a little knot for the NYPD.

Henry: Good job. I'm headed your way. Did you learn anything?

Spider-Man: Well, I did hear a name. Kingpin.

Henry: Kingpin? First time I've heard of that. I'll look into it when I can. In the meantime, you should take M'gann home from one of those beta tubes.

Spider-Man: They're called zeta tubes, Dad. And I will. See you around.

Henry: See you.

He hung up to see Miss Martian behind him, but no sign of Daredevil.

Spider-Man: Where's Daredevil?

Miss Martian: (shrugs) I don't know. He was just here.

Spider-Man: (sighs) Like I said, he's basically Batman. Come on. We should get out of here before the cops show up.

He swung out of the warehouse, and Miss Martian flew after him.

The two then landed on a rooftop. Spider-Man removed his mask to catch his breath as Miss Martian landed next to him.

Miss Martian: Well, tonight's been...interesting.

Nathan: Yeah, you could say that again.

He dropped his head.

Nathan: I'm sorry, M'gann.

Miss Martian: For what?

Nathan: For messing up our date. I kept telling myself that I wouldn't be Spider-Man just for tonight, and at the first sign of trouble, I suited up without a second thought. Maybe I should've just ignored it, but then I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I—

He stopped when Miss Martian pressed a finger against his lips. He felt his face heat up.

Miss Martian: You didn't mess anything up. And I can't expect you to stop being Spider-Man for a moment, even if it's for my sake. And for what's it worth...I kinda enjoyed tonight.

Nathan raised his eyebrows in surprise, which caused Miss Martian to giggle as she levitated herself a few inches above the ground and kissed his left cheek. Once she pulled away, both Nathan and she were blushing furiously as they gazed into each other's eyes.

After a few seconds, Nathan spoke up.

Nathan: Well, uh...do you want me to take you back to the Cave? I don't mind.

Miss Martian: No need, Nathan. I know where the zeta tube is. I'll be fine.

She then walked to the ledge before looking at Nathan over her shoulder.

Miss Martian: See you there soon?

Nathan: (smiles) You bet.

Miss Martian smiled back before flying away and turning invisible. Nathan fist-bumped the air before putting his mask back on and swinging away.

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Computer: Recognized: Miss Martian, B-0-5.

Back in her civilian clothing, M'gann stepped out of the zeta tube with a wide smile on her face.

She walked to the lounge and stopped in surprise at the sight before her. She saw Superboy sleeping on the couch, and Valeria snuggled at his side, resting her head against his chest, and had an arm wrapped around his waist, while Superboy had one of his arms around Valeria's shoulders.

With a smirk on her face, M'gann kept the sight in her head as she walked away.

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In an office space, Wesley stood in front of a large figure who was sitting at his desk.

Wesley: The deal went awry very quickly. Spider-Man and Daredevil somehow knew where it was held and quickly dealt with my men and Manfredi's as well. As for Anderson, I've heard that he is making a quick recovery in New Amsterdam.

After a few seconds of tense silence, the large figure is a deep, booming voice.

???: I have spent years attempting to cleanse this city of its infestation. I have operated from the shadows to achieve this. But at every turn, the Devil of Hell's Kitchen thwarted my efforts, and now you are telling me that the arachnid has joined his crusade?

Wesley: Yes, sir.

???: (sighs) The devil and the arachnid will be taken care of soon. But if they thwart me again...They will both be begging for the sweet release of death.