Saturday morning, six thirty.
If anyone had entered the server room of Fisk Tower at that hour and looked closely, they would have found a data cable connected from the mainframe into the ventilation ducts. Inside the filthy ducts, a spider freak in a red bodysuit was carrying out an illegal intrusion. The ventilation system's low, bee-like hum concealed the sound of him typing.
New York had plenty of villains, but not many villains could afford to hire Scarecrow, Chameleon, and Mysterio. There were only a few wealthy and powerful players: gangsters like Kingpin and Hammerhead, black-tech enthusiasts like A.I.M. and Alchemax, or organizations like Hydra.
Peter naturally had no idea who was behind this, so he chose to use the days after defeating the spider swarm to investigate while he was at it.
"Nothing, nothing, still nothing... Kingpin's database is just like last time—clean as a freshly washed plate. Where did you hide everything, Fisk?"
This was not Peter's first time infiltrating Fisk Tower. He had come once before the battle with Scarecrow, and he had found nothing then either, just like now. Kingpin had kept the server room's data exceptionally clean, as if his criminal empire had absolutely nothing to do with the entire building. Honestly, if Daredevil had not started operating three years early, just like Spider-Man, Peter might not have set his sights on Kingpin at all.
But Daredevil had already made his debut, and Kingpin somehow had no criminal record whatsoever? Did Peter believe that? Of course he did not.
After scanning with his new suit, for example, he had discovered a massive hollow structure beneath Fisk Tower. But what was inside, he had no idea. It was built like a nuclear fallout shelter. Entering the elevator required DNA verification, and it was packed with