11:15pm December 24th, 2009

Manhattan, New York City, New York

"People of New York, we thank you for your generous donations to our fine organization this fine Christmas Eve, we would also like thank you for continued cooperation." This arrogant little speech was given by a man well known in the New York crime world, Cesario 'Little Ceasar' Centafeli, former lieutenant of Maggia Boss Silvio 'Silvermane' Manfredi till his not so subtle exile from the top Family in New York.

"Hey boss!! Come look at this!" One of Centafelis thugs called over to his employer after breaking the safe of the charity ball that was being hosted at City Hall. Every person of importance was there, from Police Commissioner Frank Reagan to Norman Osborn.

"What is it?" Cesario called. He walked over to the guy holding it and saw what he called him over for. A box of silver and gold coins that had to number in the dozens.

"Must be about 5 pounds of coins here, don't about gold and silver prices, but has to be worth alot." Said thug brought out a gold coin with and eagle and horse printed on either side.

"By my incredible estimates I'd say it's about 20k worth of pretty,shiny metals." All the monster looked up and saw the bane of all New York criminal. A person in a skin tight dark red and black outfit with a black spider and web design running across the red portions of the suit. The expressive white lenses showed a smile hidden underneath the full mask.

"Oh great its Spider Freak, blast him!!! As soon as Cesario barked out his orders all of his men opened fire on the wall crawler, shooting at the ceiling in hopes of shutting the mouthy hero up once and for all.

"C'mon boys, those things can shoot 150 rounds a minute, one of you morons has to be able to hit me!" The web head yelled as he ran on the ceiling to avoid the thugs' gunfire. He switched the settings his on his web shooters to fire high velocity, impact webbing. Firing them off with a unique 'thwip' sound, the impact sending the goons flying being stuck to either the walls or the floor.

"Someone hit the cocky little prick al-mph!" Cesario was reloading as another web hit his mouth effectively gluing it shut.The wannabe mob boss trying to dislodge the sticky material.

"There is no call for bad language Ces, have some class!" Spider-Man yelled as he knocked another thug into a table. Once the goons were out of rounds, they grabbed whatever they could from candle sticks to table legs and advanced on the web slinging hero.

Spider-Man only shook his head at the thugs coming at him. To him it looked like they were moving through molasses. He then proceeded to beat the living tar out of every single of Cesario's men. A punch to the head here, a kick to the chest there and pretty much every goon that wasn't webbed up was either unconscious or on the ground groaning in pain.

Cesario finally managed to get the webbing of of his mouth only to find that his entire crew down for the count. A tap on the shoulder turned his attention to his left side that brought him face with a recurring source of anger and headaches the last few months.

"Can't you just leave well enough alone,you freak?" Cesario just dropped his gun and sat down, head in his hands.

"You know me, can't say no to a good time, especially when involves some of New York's best big wings in high society." Spider-Man only shrugged his shoulders. He looked over at the hostages and saw one of his biggest allies already out of his ties with his cufflinks and helping the Mayor and District Attorney up of the floor.

Frank Reagan was was an easy figure to spot in a crowd, standing at 6'4 and built like a tank due his combat training from his days in Vietnam and his days as a police officer. Son of former PC Henry Reagan, he was a career cop that served in almost every division of the NYP. After being promoted to Commissioner of Police in late 2007, he had quickly cleaned up the department by throwing out crooked officers and detectives that were in league with his predecessor 'Crooked' Carl Jones.

While apprehensive at the fact that a masked vigilante had set up shop in his city, Frank wasn't so proud to admit that criminals were better equipped to the point where 9mm rounds from a Glock19 wouldn't cut it. Spider-Man was an equalizer that helped in situations that required a super powered touch, from men in stolen prototypes suits that made them into walking tanks to criminals with ray guns that disintegrated anything in front of them Spider-Man helped save the lives of his officers and innocent bystanders alike.

"Everybody alright, no one hurt?" A chorus of 'yes' and 'I'm okay' filled the room. The colorful hero walked over to the Commissioner to make sure he wasn't hurt.

"You ok, Commish?"

"Fine, thanks for the rescue, though you could have done it with less bullet holes." Reagan said as he pointed at the ceiling, which now resembled a connect-the-dots puzzle.

Spider-Man only rubbed the back of his head and chuckled sheepishly as his eyes turned upward.

"Sorry about that Commish, had to get them to waste the rounds somehow. Hey, heh my bad."

"Better get out of here son, SWAT's on the way and they might get trigger happy, but thank you." The Commissioner stuck his hand out with small grin on his face.

Spider-Man mirrored Frank's action as he shook the most fair man in New York.

"See ya Commish, and to everyone here, barring tonight's wonderful performance by the Centafeli Comedy Group, Merry Christmas!" The Web-Head yelled as he zipped out of a window that had been broken by gunfire.

The next moment Officers of the NYPD, had barreled in guns drawn. They saw most of the thugs in the ground either unconscious or webbed up, and promptly got out handcuffs while have either grins or frowns depending on the person. Not everyone likes superheroes, funny or not.

Times Square, New York City.

11:55 December 24, 2009

Standing on top of the giant TVs in on of the most recognizable spots in the US always made Peter feel like he could do anything. Considering he could lift a Semi-Truck and throw it down 5th Avenue, it always seemed small time just to stand on a TV.

A sudden ring brought him out of his pondering, he looked at his mobile computer/tablet attached to his left gauntlet. The time 12:00 am blinked at him. He smiled and dialled a number to call the person who held him together.

"*Yawn* Hello?","An older female voice answered him.

"Merry Christmas Aunt May."

Despite being in Queens, Peter could see the smile on her face.

"Merry Christmas Peter."

Despite having so much turmoil in recent years, tonight at least….tonight he felt pretty good.

Except he freezing his colorful ass off, he needed to get a thermal undersuit or something, bullet and knife resistant his suit was but wasnt very temp regulated.

Hope you enjoy this, I have always been a fan of Spider-Man and Young Justice, young heroes always interest me in the fact that they can be molded differently than their mentors. Nightwing/Robin doesn't want to be second fiddle to Batman, Kid Flash is envious of his watered down powers compared to his uncle, you know Speedy and Superboys issues.Like and leave a review. I don't mind constructive criticism but flamers and spammers will be ignored and be said Nii to in a loud and annoying fashion.