Ultimate Spider-Man Chapter 8

Or

How Peter Parker was abducted by the Bayside Butcher

You may be asking how I managed to get myself hanging upside down in the nude while a maniac sharpened his knives to sever my pinkies. Well, it all started yesterday as I got off of work.

Walking onto the lane Parker picks up his cellphone.

"You've reached Peter. How can I help you?"

"Peter please come home."

"Oh so you want me back all of a sudden?"

"I realized I was a bit brash. Why don't you come over and we can talk about it."

Aunt may sounded grim. Peter felt solom but couldn't lose his was an adult now and he had the right to make adult decisions.

"I'll probably be over in a few days to pick up more of stuff. I have to go, I'll talk to you later Aunt May."

He hung up and Aunt May felt the world crash upon her shoulders. Had she gone too far? Would Peter come back? All these questions ran through her mind as she burnt dinner.

"Ah $# %."

Peter crouched in an alley and slipped into his Spider gear. He swung around to get his mind off his troubles. Stopped a bank robbery, saved a kitten, and was home at Felicia's apartment by three. He had snapped some pics of himself in action and would later sell them to the Bugle.

This job is too good to be true.

Inside the apartment he found Felicia tied up.

"Behind you!"

Before he heard her his Spider senses went into effect. He dodged the blow to the head and delivered an uppercut kick to one of the goons. Another swarmed him and he slept their leg sending their head crashing to the floor. Another came to his side with a punch and Peter caught it, twisted it, and shattered the man's wrist with his fist.

The Butcher shot twice into the air before Peter seized his activities.

"The next one goes in her head if you don't get down on your knees."

He motioned the gun downwards and pressed it against her head. Felicia and Peter locked eyes. Felicia mouthed 'Go for it', but Peter got down to his knees. The goons took turns beating him as they handcuffed him.

"You see Miss Hardy has a big price on her head. You do too, but nowhere near her."

"Let him go he knows nothing."

"He knows enough. I can see it on him. Those moves, he's probably that accomplice that helped steal those jewels.

At least he didn't say Spider-Man

They covered his head with a bag and put a gun to it.

"Where's the money?"

"It's gone." Felicia cried. She saw Peter's demise and regretted bringing him into her life. He had his whole life ahead of him and it was about to be cut short.

"I'll tell you where my cut is if you let him go."

"Okay." The Butcher said. He pulled out his gun and placed it in her hand. "If you're going to play hardball let's have a little fun."

She struggled against him but he held her hand firm.

"Will we go for the head? The heart?"

They wrestled for control.

"5, 4, 3, 2,..1"

The gun went off. The bullet struck Peter in the shoulder avoiding all major arteries. He felt the worse pain of his life. His shoulder went numb as they led him to the car. They threw him in the truck and drove off into the night.

From afar the Punisher watched. He'd been following the Butcher for weeks. Figured he'd slip sooner or later. It felt like that time was now.

"Now Miss Hardy, the money."

She told him where it was stashed.

"Thank you."

He called for Elektra's guard and they escorted her to Fisk's tower. There she was beaten till she gave up her fence from the previous robbery. Peter became unconscious from the blood loss. They patched him up as they set him aside for the butcher. Soon he was alone in a warehouse on the eastside.

"Look into my eyes and tell me what you see."

"My reflection."

"Peter."

"I'm sorry, MJ. I see the universe exploding in all corners. The light captured in your eyes."

"Now it's time to wake up."

"What?"

"Wake up, Peter. Wake up!"

Peter woke to himself chained upside down in a dark warehouse.

Oh $& ¥

"Wakey wakey, sleepy pie."

The Butcher came into view carrying a blade and a sharpener.

"You see Fisk wants me to off you as he beats up your little girlfriend. I on the other hand want to keep a piece of you. Something to remind her with."

He sharpened the blade and raised it to Peter's throat.

"Now what'd ya say? A finger or a toe?"

"How about an ear? Your attempt at English is in insulting."

"I guess your tongue then."

He grabbed Peter by the cheeks and squeezed out his tongue. Peter struggled but had no leverage. As he raised the blade to his tongue the warehouse door opened. A shot rang out sending the butcher to the ground with a bullet through his head.

The Punisher lowered the chain setting Peter free.

Does he know it's me?

"Thank you," Peter said, "you saved my life."

"Don't thank me."

He handed Peter his clothes.

"Did you have to kill him."

"Don't ask questions. Just go save her." He said as he left.

Felicia lay chained in the Fisk tower basement where Elektra and others took turns beating her. The connection was streamed live to Fisk in his cell.

"Ask her again where my money is."

"She ain't talking boss."

They tried getting to her but no budge. She was an immovable object against Fisk's unstoppable force. He beat his knee, creating wrinkles in his pressed jumpsuit, as Hardy continued her resistance.

"Keep the beatings up till she talks."

"Yes boss."

They eventually stopped after 2 hours leaving Felicia black and blue all over. Peter had gotten word through the grapevine they were holding her at Fisk tower. Fury said that was another favor he would eventually call in.

Peter broke in about midnight creeping past the security cameras. He eventually made it to where they were holding here. He gasped. Her clothes were torn and her body cut and bleeding. He carried her out and took her to the only safe place he knew.

"Peter is that you?" Aunt may called from the top of the stairs. The kitchen light was on illuminating the hallway. She went down to investigate. Her bunny slippers smacking against the stairs. She went to the kitchen and found Peter gathering food and first aid supplies.

"May I ask what this is about?"

"Can we talk about it in the morning?"

"Will you be here?"

"Yes."

"Then we'll talk about it in the morning."

Peter brought the food and first aid kit to Felicia downstairs. He tended her wounds as she faded in and out of consciousness.

Oh god should I take her to a hospital? No they'll just run her name and send her to jail or worse Fisk. I could call Fury but what good what that do, he'd just send her to jail too.

Peter fell asleep by her side and was discovered in the morning by May.

"What's going on here?"

"Don't yell."

"I'm calling the police."

"No Aunt May don't."

"Why not? There's a half dead girl in my basement and you don't want me to call the police? She needs an ambulance."

"It's not safe. Wilson Fisk-"

"She works for Wilson Fisk!"

"Not exactly. She used to till he found her stealing from him."

"And you brought her into our home? If you thought you were grounded before you've got another thing coming."

"We have to hide her. This is the only safe space."

Or so he thought. If they knew his identity it was only a matter of time before they came there. Came and recaptured Felicia. And worse hurt May and Gwen.

"Just for the day. She'll be gone by tomorrow."

May was at a lost of words. She knew best to call the police but she knew Fisk had hands in the police department. One phone call could mean mobsters showing up to their door. She merely nodded and asked to care for Felicia's wounds. They worked into the evening till she had regained consciousness.

"May, Felicia. Felicia, May."

"Nice to meet you miss Parker."

"Likewise."

May forced a smile. Peter recognized May was at a breaking point and he took over from there.

"Why don't you go lay down. I got it from here."

May shot him a look but went upstairs. Felicia tried her best to stay awake but it hurt all over.

"Just rest. I got it from here."

She smiled at him with tension in her eyes.

"How's your shoulder?"

"Better. I got it patched up."

"I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault."

"Yes it is. I shouldn't have brought you into all of this. It was a mistake that nearly cost both of our lives."

"I don't regret a thing."

"Then you're a fool."

"A fool in love with you."

They kissed and fell asleep in each other's arms.