The REAL Spider-Man (Spider-Man male reader) Season one

Climax

A/N: Fuck it I'm updating today

y/n: What're you gonna do? Sit on me?

Fisk: Maybe on your coffin!

The goliath ran at me swinging his arms, I did one of my trademark flips to avoid him as he smashed into his desk- which he was now throwing at me.

y/n: Damn he's hench for a fat guy.

Fisk: I...AM... BIG-BONED!

Matt's body then exploded into the room straight through the drywall.

Aaron: Devil neutralised sir.

y/n: Dammit.

Aaron had a briefcase handcuffed to his left hand. There were 3 horizontal slits on the main face that showed the ominous crimson glow.

Fisk: You have a choice to make spider. Me... or my weapon

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Gwen: Mooooooom? You seen dad anywhere?

Helen: He went to Fisk tower dear.

Gwen: Fisk tower?

Helen: Look at the news.

Presenter: Spider-Man and the Daredevil have been spotted at Fisk tower, the powerhouse of Wilson Fisk's business empire. On the line we have Captain George Stacy of the Brookyln precinct, good afternoon captain.

George: Good afternoon miss. We can confirm that Spider-Man is here to help. Whilst we cannot speak for the Daredevil, Spider-Man is attempting to bring in Wilson Fisk for suspicion of war crime.

Presenter: That's a serious allegation captain, your evidence?

George: We received files from a young woman called Felicia Hardy with evidence of illegal transactions between Wilson Fisk, someone called Mr. Sytsevich and an unnamed oscorp official.

Presenter: Well that certainly seems substantial. Thank you for talking to us Captain Stacy, we should let you get back to work.

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y/n: I'm taking you in.

Fisk: Leave us. Interesting choice spider... I would have thought that you wanted the weapon.

y/n: I had a look through your records, the man that killed Ben Parker, did so under your instruction.

Fisk: So it's personal... I understand, and I empathise I am truly sorry for what I put you through. But that will not deter me. I offer you one chance... leave.

y/n: You must not have heard me. I'm taking you in.

Fisk: So be it... you know what to do men!

Armed workers burst through the door with AKs and a few had riot shields. They shot and shot but never hit me. I could not land any hits myself however since Fisk would always come for back up.

y/n: Is anyone else a little hot?

I yanked a fire extinguisher from the wall and enveloped the room in smog. The workers wouldn't dare shoot now in fear of harming their boss. I snuck around the room silently taking out Fisk's men, my Spider-sense helping me sense their presence. When the smoke cleared it was just me and Fisk.