"These guys aren't SHIELD." Peter said.

Peter and I had taken a little longer getting home than planned. Bloody street gangs. At home we had found ten unconscious people in SHIELD uniforms. MJ stayed locked in her room. Aunt May stood by the "SHIELD agents", broom at the ready.

There had been power dampeners all over the place, but Peter and I had destroyed all of them except one. That one, he had simply deactivated and told me to leave it alone.

"Whoever they be," I growled, "They are gonna hurt when they wake up."

Just then, the woman who Aunt May called "Stacey" began to stir. She opened her eyes and started. She saw Peter, who had his mask on. Then she looked at me. I was Fade. Then she saw Aunt May and she absolutely shuddered with fear.

"I won't tell you anything." she said through her teeth.

Just then, one of her comrades had woken as well. When Aunt May stepped forward, he quickly put his hands up.

"Stacey here can be stupid if she wants, but I'll talk."

******

"Fake SHIELD agents." I growled, and slammed my fist into a thug.

Spiderman just shrugged, and engaged another member of a large street gang who called themselves The Big Thugs. Lame name.

"And remember the guys who picked up Doc Ock?" I continued, "They were regular police. Heavily armed, but still coppers. The people who picked up Rhino and Electro were dressed like SHIELD agents. Which means, of course, that we actually gave those guys to the Kingpin."

We finished the last of The Big Thugs. Spiderman and I stopped to rest a little.

"Wilson Fisk hates me." he said. "He'd do anything to get at me. SHIELD knows to leave me well enough alone. I may be on the lower end of the superhero spectrum, power-wise, but I have brains, and I know SHIELD inside and out. I could give them hell before they finally arrested me."

"So while Aunt May thought she was defending us from the big bad government lackeys, she was actually frustrating the Kingpin's plans."

"With wheat cookies."

We both laughed.

"So that be what we know. What don't we know?"

"We don't know how we're going to get payback... yet."

I chuckled. "We could start by sending Fat Man some wheat cookies."

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