A few moments later, Gojo sat lazily atop the webbed-up thugs, hands resting behind his head as if he were lounging on a couch rather than a pile of criminals. He playfully swung his legs, humming to himself while waiting.
Police siren blared in the distance before a car arrived, red and blue lights flashing in the dark. Yuri stepped out of the vehicle, adjusting her coat as she approached. She took one look at the scene before shaking her head.
"You know," she said, crossing her arms, "I wasn't expecting you to call so soon."
Spider-Man shrugged. "Yeah, well, crime doesn't sleep. And besides, I'm trying to keep this city from falling into chaos with the kind of weapons these guys have."
Before Yuri could respond, Gojo's voice rang out from behind them. "And there we have it! Our friendly neighborhood hero! Go spidy! Go spidy!"
He wiggled his fingers in the air for emphasis, his voice light and playful.
Yuri blinked, glancing at Spider-Man before turning back to Gojo. "Who's your friend?"
Spider-Man was about to answer when, in the blink of an eye, Gojo appeared inches from Yuri's face. His mischievous eyes glimmered as he grinned. "Oh, I'm nobody. Just someone who doesn't like bullies."
Yuri's breath hitched. 'How did he get in front of me? I didn't even see him move…'
Spider-Man groaned. "Cut it out. Stop messing with her."
With a smirk, Gojo stepped back. "Call me Gojo."
Spider-Man face-palmed. "And there he goes, giving the cop his real name… Wait, is that even your real name?"
Gojo ignored him, stretching his arms. "Well, since you're here now, we'll leave the rest to you. Me and spidy have an appointment with one very unlucky man."
His voice turned eerily calm at the last part, a brief darkness flashing in his eyes.
Yuri's instincts flared. 'What was that just now?'
"You might wanna call for backup," Gojo added.
Before anyone could react, he placed a hand on Spider-Man's shoulder. In an instant, both of them vanished from the spot.
Yuri stood frozen for a moment, staring at the empty space where they had been. Then, exhaling sharply, she muttered, "Teleportation… I don't get paid enough for this shit."
Shaking her head, she pulled out her phone and started making calls.
The world warped and twisted for a fraction of a second before solidifying again as Gojo and Spider-Man appeared in front of Fisk Tower.
Immediately, Spider-Man staggered, wobbling slightly before doubling over. "Oh my god, I feel nauseous..." He clutched his stomach, trying to hold down whatever was left of his dinner. "Space-time teleportation… does that mean we moved through a folded dimension, or are you shifting reality itself? Or—ugh—does it work by… quantum displacement?"
Gojo tilted his head, amused. "Look at you, still standing. Most people would've puked their guts out already."
Spider-Man groaned, straightening up. "Yeah, well, I do NOT want to feel that again."
As he composed himself, he looked up at the towering structure in front of them. "Fisk Tower…"
"Yes, Kingpin's lair—or office, whichever one," Gojo said nonchalantly.
Spider-Man wasn't exactly shocked. "So he's Kingpin?"
Gojo nodded while glancing at the building's architecture. "You don't sound surprised."
"I had my suspicions," Spider-Man admitted. "The way his group is so well-organized… and how frequently his name gets tied to some nasty things, yet he's never officially linked to anything. It's always been a little too convenient."
Gojo said nothing, simply taking a step forward toward the building.
At the very top of the tower, Wilson Fisk stood in front of his massive bulletproof window, gazing at the city below. His reflection loomed in the glass, an imposing figure draped in an immaculate white suit.
Behind him, two guards stood near the door, silent and unmoving. To his right, Bullseye leaned against a table, casually flipping a knife between his fingers.
Fisk's voice, deep and controlled, broke the silence. "How many of my stockpiles have been raided in the past few weeks"
A long pause followed before one of the guards hesitantly answered. "The third, sir.*"
Fisk's expression didn't change as he continued looking out at the city. "Do you know the most important thing about keeping people in line?* It's the fear of power. Power that only the select few have the privilege to claim. Without that power, you're nothing but an insignificant speck on this planet."
His tone darkened. "My empire was built on taking power from those who were too weak to hold it. And now someone is making an attempt on my own authority."
Bullseye, smirking, flipped his knife once more before catching it. "What do you want done?"
Fisk turned to the table beside him, where a series of images were laid out—one of Spider-Man, another of two police officers Yuri and a picture of John, the informant who had been taken down just a week ago.
"Spider-Man is becoming a thorn in my side," Fisk said, eyes narrowing. "Much like that pesky little devil who enjoys beating people up."
Looking up at Bullseye, he finally gave the order. "Handle it."
Just as he was about to say something else, a knock sounded at the door.
The room fell silent.
The guards exchanged wary glances but didn't move. The knock came again.
Fisk's brows furrowed. His secretary hadn't called to inform him of any guests, and he hadn't summoned anyone. That meant whoever was at the door wasn't supposed to be there.
One of the guards cautiously stepped forward, gripping his weapon as he reached for the handle.
The moment he touched it—
BOOM!
The door exploded inward, blasting the guard off his feet and sending him crashing against the bulletproof window with a sickening thud.
Through the lingering smoke, two figures became visible.
"Did you really have to do that?" a voice asked.
Another voice responded, playful and unapologetic. "Hey, I knocked—patiently—twice. What did you expect?"
As the smoke cleared, the figures of Spider-Man and Gojo came into view.