You enter a large storage room and see Kingpin stop near a table of artifacts. It must be some of the stolen goods he laundered.
You: This is the end of the line, Philip.
Kingpin laughs, and leans against the table.
Kingpin: This is the first time I've seen you up close...wow.
You: Can't say the same about you. Your campaign pictures were everywhere during the election.
Kingpin rubs his chin.
Kingpin: Almost six years...six years of you making it hard for me to take over this city. It will be achieved soon, though.
You: I don't know...I kind of like how it is now...maybe even better with you behind bars.
Kingpin: I care about this city more than you think.
You: I doubt that.
You shoot a web at both his hands. You think it'll keep him subdued, but he simply rips it apart. He's stronger than he looks.
You runs and grabs you with both arms. He lifts you up and starts squeezing. You feel your bones begin to crack.
You: Argh! Personal space, Philip!
You knee him in the chest and leap out of his grasp. You try to sweep his legs, but he doesn't fall. Man, this guy is a tank.
He kicks you, and grab you by the shoulders. He tosses you into a display case, and you crash through it.
Kingpin goes over to the table and grabs an antique sword. He unsheathes it from its compartment and charges as you're getting up.
Your spider sense tingles and you dodge the first swing. His second swing is too quick and he slashes your abdomen. You yelp in pain.
You land a hook across his face and a jab at his stomach, which makes him stumble back. He quickly recovers and slashes downward, slicing your left thigh. He then goes upwards and cuts your side.
You: Argh!
You didn't know Kingpin is adept with a sword.
You shoot a web at his face, disorienting him. You leap onto his back and start punching him. He stumbles around while you're on top of him, but he throws you back on the ground.
He brings his sword down and stabs into your shoulder. You yell again.
Kingpin: This will be the last time you interfere with my operations, Spider-Man.
You quickly kick him in the face while you're laying on the floor. He falls back, leaving the sword impaled into your shoulder. You get back up and pull the sword out, dropping it on the ground.
You lean against another display case, holding your shoulder wound and bleeding from your other cuts.
Moments after, Violet crashes through the doorway and rolls onto the floor. The Prowler walks in and charges his blaster again. Before he can fire at Violet, he sees Kingpin exhausted and on one knee.
He chooses to ignore the both of you and go to Kingpin.
Prowler: Let's go, boss.
Kingpin nods and starts making his way to the exit. The Prowler follows.
Violet begins to get up as you fall onto your knees.
You: Cat...they're running away...
She looks at the two criminals as they're nearing the door, but turns back and sees you in pain and bleeding out. She looks back at Kingpin and the Prowler, but shakes her head.
She runs over to you and helps you up.
You: Vi...
Violet: You're cut up like a pork sausage...you'll bleed out if I leave you here.
You weakly chuckle.
You: Sausage...I haven't ate all day.
The two of you exit the building and see no sign of Kingpin or his enforcers. There are still unconscious guards inside, you assume the police will handle them when they arrive to investigate the commotion.
You begin to go limp as she helps you walk.
Violet: Y/N...what do you want me to? Do you need a hospital?
You: No...no hospital.
You fall onto one knee and groan in pain. There was one person who's dealt with situations like this before, and you knew she was at your place tonight.
You: My place...Clementine is there.
Violet nods and looks around for a vehicle. She wasn't going to be able to carry you through the city.
She spots one, and helps you to it. She lock picks it open and hot-wires the car.
You: Where'd...you learn all this?
Violet: Long story, get in.
You get in the backseat and lay down. Violet speeds out of the lot.
• •
{Later}
You used your remaining strength to climb the building to the window of your floor. You climb inside and enter the hallway as Violet closes the window. You stumble to your door and ring the doorbell, but you fall onto your knees after.
Violet tries helping you up as the door opens. Clementine sees Violet unmasked.
Clementine: Violet?
She then looks down, and sees you bleeding.
Clementine: Oh my god!
They help you inside and lay you on the couch.
Clementine: What the hell happened?!
You: Funny story...actually...
You try to lighten up the mood, but you slowly start blacking out.
Violet: Y/N?
You can barely hear them, and you become unconscious.
• •
{Two Hours Later}
You start opening your eyes. Once you come to you see you're out of your suit and wrapped in bandages.
You sit up and look around. You see Clementine leaning against the wall biting her nail. She looks at you.
You: Hey...I see it went well.
Clementine: That was the most I've seen you bleed...it scared me.
You sigh and rub your face.
You: I'm sorry you had to be the one...again.
Clementine: I had some help, we needed antibiotics.
You: Who?
Louis walks downstairs and speaks.
Louis: Me, bro.
You look at Louis, who sits on the seat near the couch.
You: Thanks. Both of you.
You notice Violet isn't around. Clementine notices you're looking for her.
Clementine: Violet left half an hour ago. She kind of gave us the rundown of what happened.
While you were out, it seems like Violet told them about her history as the Black Cat.
Louis: So, Philip Fisk is a crime lord?
You: The biggest of them all it seems. Feels like he has a hold everywhere in this city.
You start to remember seeing Lieutenant Walsh. He also has a hold in parts of the force. You wonder if Captain Grimes knows.
You hope he's not part of it too.
You start fiddling with your fingers.
You: I'm going to have to take him down. Not today...not tomorrow...but I will.
Clementine shakes her head. She's been supportive of your endeavors as Spider-Man for so long...but after seeing you near death again...she's starting to worry.
But, she also knew about your strong dedication to the responsibility.
Louis notices the awkward silence.
Louis: Okay...so...who's hungry? I'm down for some take-out.