A/N) Um. Yeah. Soooory. I hate it when authors do this too.

But you see, I was trying to write the next chapter for my other story, but it didn't work! Nothing sounded right! I just couldn't do it! But then I thought... They probably want a chapter. And if I can't deliver a chapter for 'We could be', (or now 'The trickster's fate'- I'll explain the title change later) I decided why not do it for this one? Yeah, I know, you guys probably wanted something else, but if you want a chapter for 'The trickster's fate' try guilt tripping me. It always works. (Always.)

Oh yeah! And in my other story, people started saying that there wasn't a line break. I could have sworn that I did put a line break, but just in case, I'll just make my own from now on. You'll see it in this chapter ;)

Anyways, that's all from me. Bye! Oh, and uh... enjoy! (*Facepalm. No words. Just... No words).

Spiderman climbed up the side of a tall building that Sunday evening. It was one of the older buildings in the city, and it was made of stone. It hadn't been knocked down yet, but according to some of the newspapers he had

read, it would be soon. He had decided to climb it before he wouldn't have the chance anymore.

He easily scaled the last of the building, and sat down at the very edge of it, letting his legs swing over the side. As he looked out over the city, he admired the beautiful lights of his home town. He decided right then and there that he would never give up this view, if it meant his life.

He engrossed himself in the perfect view that this building allowed him to see. Why would someone want to knock down such a vantage point? You could see everything from here.

Recently, this had been happening to all of the buildings with good views. At first he had thought it was a coincidence, but then all of the buildings that he frequented began to be knocked down, one by one. He had decided that it could not be a coincidence anymore, but he had yet to find out why this was happening.

Sure, he knew the citizens of New York weren't exactly big fans of him, but to go this far? That didn't make any sense to him. He was helping lower crime rates, after all. Even if he was a vigilante that no one particularily liked, they put up with him beacause 'A', he actually helped out, and 'B', he made money. That last one was an unspoken reason, but after he appeared, more and more tourists came to New York, in hopes of spotting the infamous Spiderman. People could sell merchandise of him, and everything.

So he was a little confused as to why they were knocking down all of the best vantage points. Of course, some were still left. You couldn't knock down too many apartment buildings or hotels without a little bit of outrage from the public. Too many people would be losing homes, and tourists wouldn't have anywhere to stay.

Of course, there would always be at least two buildings that they couldn't tear down. That would be The Empire state building, and Stark/Avengers tower. (The Oscorp building could be taken down easily if you filed a law suit against Oscorp. They had made too many mistakes in the past...)

"Hey," said an older voice. Spiderman didn't jump. His Spidey-sense hadn't been activated, so he knew that this person was safe. Plus, he knew that the person had been there.

"What's up?" asked Spiderman, as he turned to look at a fellow vigilante, Daredevil.

Daredevil sighed, and sat down next to him. "Nothing good, I'm afraid." He handed Spiderman a newspaper that had been printed today. He hadn't had the chance to look at it, because he had been Spidering the whole day. "Looks like we aren't as popular as we first thought."

Spiderman looked down at the paper, and flicked to the front page. The headline was; 'PRESIDENT FINALLY TAKING ACTION: ALL VIGILANTES TO BE APPREHENDED!'.

Spiderman stared. And stared. He stared long, hard, and quietly. Was this why all the good vantage points were being destroyed?

He read the rest aloud.

"'According to a press confrence held at the White House, Washington D.C., the president has issued a fully fledged law suit against all vigilantes. Should any fail to come forward, all officers are to shoot on sight. All citizens are to call the nearest police station if they witness a vigilante taking part in any crime or otherwise. All merchandise being sold of any vigilante is to be stopped, and if you are to continue you will be arrested.'"

Peter had to stop reading there. He couldn't believe his eyes! Why, why oh why, would they do this? They were helping! Crime rates had gone down by an enormous margin since they had appeared!

Daredevil nodded sadly. "Yeah. And it gets worse..." he mumbled, and pointed to the next paragraph, where an interview with the president had been posted. The sentence in question was explaining why this was happening. Spiderman felt like it was the worst reason anyone could come up with...

'Now that we have the Avengers, there is no reason that we should let law-breakers like Spiderman or Deadpool go free.' Spiderman glared. Deadpool was a mercenary, not a crime-stopper, or whatever they called vigilantes nowadays.

"But the Avengers don't help with crime at all!" He exclaimed angrily, slamming his fist down on the newspaper.

Daredevil nodded. "No, they don't. But... they did stop an alien attack last month. I guess they're just favouriting them."

"I agree!" Came a joyful voice. Spiderman didn't even have to look to know that the 'Merc with a mouth' was behind them. "But you have to admit, Spidey, we do look like twins!" He commented on what the president had said.

Deadpool plopped himself down between Daredevil and Spiderman rudely. "We look nothing like twins, Deadpool." Peter said dryly.

Deadpool gasped. "Hey, you're right! We look like lovers!" Deadpool put his arm around Spiderman, and nuzzled into his shoulder. Spiderman promptly pushed him off.

"O... kay." He said doubtfully.

Daredevil looked at them with mild confusion, and slight amusement. "Anyway... are you guys... going to give yourselves up?"

Deadpool laughed. "Are you kidding? If I gave myself up, this would be a hella' boring story!" He said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

There was a pause, which was filled with an awkward silence, where Daredevil and Spiderman stared at Deadpool with blank looks on their faces. (They went unseen of course; no one could see behind their masks). Deadpool ignored them and stared forward, towards the next building.

"... And what about you, kid?" Asked Daredevil after a while.

Spiderman shrugged. "Maybe, I mean... what is the worst they could do to us, right?" He explained, unsure. "And you?"

"No, I can't really say that I will." Daredevil said uncertainly. "I mean, what if another Kingpin happens? What if they won't let us stop him?" Spiderman couldn't really think of a reason as to why they wouldn't let them stop a mastermind-criminal. "If we turn ourselves in... they'll probably lock us up... we are unlawful superheroes, after all." He said.

"So if you turn yourself in, kid..." He continued sternly. "Watch your back."

Deadpool snorted and laughed. "Superheroes? More like super-vigilantes!" He laughed at his own joke, and Spiderman felt an eyebrow raise involuntarily."Or super-mercaneries. Yep, that fits me better. What do you think?" He asked seriously, looking Daredevil in the eye.

Daredevil shrugged uncomforatably, "I guess."

The three sat there in silence for a long time. They listened to the city sounds; chattering people, cars, flickering lamp-shades, and (for Daredevil) some of the small bugs and woodworms hiding in buildings. They enjoyed some of the last moments they would probably have together in silence, just enjoying each other's company. (Which was rare for Deadpool. Perhaps he sensed the seriousness of the situation? ... ... ... Nah).

It was Daredevil that heard it first. He sensed the helicopter approaching a mile away. At first, he assumed it was just passing by, but it kept coming closer...

Spiderman was the second to notice it. His Spidey-sense began to give off strong signals of danger. What was going on?

Deadpool was last to notice, but he felt it the strongest.

... Mainly because he was shot in the chest. He looked down forlornly at the hole in his stomach. Some of the stomach acids were falling out. He frowned disaprovingly. "Hey!" He shouted. "That's rude!"

He healed quickly, and in retaliation, the helicopter shot another large volley of bullets at him. By now, Spiderman and Daredevil had taken cover, but Deadpool just stood up, and started running around, screaming; "Every vigilante for himself!"

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Peter awoke from his memory sadly. He didn't jump up, he wasn't surprised, his heart wasn't racing, and he wasn't sweaty with fear.

He was none of these things, because he had already had that same dream a million times. It was one of the nicer ones, and he didn't mind it. But he never did see Deadpool or Daredevil again after that. He didn't figure out why they shot at him, either. Maybe it was something to do with Deadpool...

It had been a little under a year since the Avengers had ruined his life. At this point, he didn't think anything worse could happen.

So far, aunt May had been 'accidently' killed by a SWAT team, when they arrived at his house. His home had been demolished, and he now lived in the sewers. Crime rates had gone way up, further than they were even before Siderman. His fellow vigilantes had gone into hiding, and so had he, for the most part. (Sometimes, when he was an actual witness to a mugging, he couldn't help but try to defend the victim. Force of habit). He had also stopped going to school, and he hadn't seen Gwen in months. He could only imagine how she felt... hopefully she understood.

And the fact that his house had only been SWATted because he was a suspect made him really guilty. There were undoubtably other suspects, who were innocent, who had also been SWATted, and had their houses demolished. It was his fault... if only he had handed himself in. But the words of Daredevil still rang in his mind to this day.

'So if you turn yourself in, kid... watch you're back.'

Mostly, he stayed in the sewers, unless he was in dire need of food, in which case, he would play the part of beggar on the streets. But it was a heavy winter this year, and most people tended to stay inside as much as possible, because the streets were thick with snow.

He had considered going to a Homeless camp, to get more clothes and food, but then he realised that others probably needed it more than him.

His belongings consisted of the clothes he had been wearing the day his house had been demolished, his Spiderman suit, (of course) and his bag. He had unfortunately lost his skateboard in the demolition.

Peter always wore his Spiderman suit under his clothes nowadays; it was just too cold not to. He made sure that it always stayed hidden, but he was always a little self concious when he went out in public.

He had learned when he first began to run out of food that eating small bugs and insects (such as flies and daddy-long-legs') was possible. They didn't taste all that bad, either. (He supposed it was something to do with his Spidey-gene). He didn't dare try to eat some of the rodents, though. No matter how desperate he was, eating possibly poisoned rats was not something he would like to do.

Peter had found an open area in the sewers, and he took advantage of it. He had created a large web in the 'room'. He now slept, ate, and just generally spent his time here. Over the past few months he had added to the room and collected little knick-knacks which could be useful later on.

He had also managed to memorize the sewers, and had a mental map of most of it. (There was one tunnel that went really far down, and he really didn't want to explore that just yet).

Sometimes Peter was upset that his life had come to this, but he knew that there were a lot of people who were worse off than him, so he didn't mope around too much. Sometimes it was hard, with so much free time, but a small voice scolded him every time he did. (The voice sounded suspicously a lot like Gwen...)

In order to avoid his pitiful thoughts, he slept most of the day and night, so that he could conserve energy. Surviving off of bugs was not the best way to go, he decided. With such a high metabolism, he was almost always hungry. He was skinny-thin, and you could see his ribs poking through his chest.

Peter sighed and rolled over in his web. He needed some more shut-eye...