Fisk Tower.
Ghost-Spider-Man was quickly knocked to the ground by Kingpin.
One punch to her stomach was enough to take her out of the fight.
"You're just a little girl. Why play superhero like everyone else?"
Kingpin had no interest in taking off her mask. She was just a little girl.
She had caused him plenty of trouble, but that was all. She was still less of a nuisance than that guy in Hell's Kitchen.
So he grabbed Ghost-Spider-Man by the head and looked at her limp body. She seemed completely drained.
Kingpin's punch had been no joke. Even Spider-Man's physique would need a while to recover from it.
So Kingpin was holding her like a piece of cargo.
He took a look at her. She wasn't very tall, maybe five foot five at most. Next to Kingpin, who was over six and a half feet tall, she looked no bigger than someone who was five feet.
Thinking she could take on Kingpin was giving her far too much credit.
"Don't get in my way in your next life."
As he spoke, Kingpin opened the window and threw Ghost-Spider-Man out.
Fisk Tower was tall. They were at least dozens of floors up. Even Spider-Man would be killed by the fall.
Feeling her body plummet, Ghost-Spider-Man struggled to regain control.
But the intense pain and exhaustion kept her from using her abilities.
She fired a few strands of silk, but couldn't aim them properly.
She tried to get close to the glass and stick to it with her hands and feet, but it kept getting farther away.
Kingpin knew she had that ability, of course, so he'd made sure to throw her far from the building.
Gradually, Ghost-Spider-Man felt despair.
She was falling faster and faster...
"Whoosh!"
Just then, she felt