Ben Grimm went down the hallway, pretending for a moment to just be going to the bathroom. The Thing wanted to doubt Carrie's claims about Peter, Jessica, and Trish's involvement with this new Kingpin fella. He went into the Parkers' bedroom in search of... he didn't really know what, something. Place was a damn mess, clothing and Daily Bugles tossed around the place. Donation receipts to the Jameson mayor campaign scattered around, "Boy, Pete's real invested in getting his old boss elected. Thought he always hated that guy, though..."
He also found extra receipts relating to extra fees regarding Dr. Karla Sofen therapy sessions. Ben blinked at them, "Sofen? Crazy psych chick who turned Janet all coo coo for Cocoa Puffs? The Hell he doing paying for extra sessions... that ain't even for him..." Questions were beginning to surmount and Ben was starting to worry that Carrie was right on the money. Then his name was called, "Ben? Your going to want to see this..."
"Yeah, yeah, hang on a second." Ben Grimm walked out of their room carefully than headed towards the family room where the TV was blaring. Everyone's eyes were glued to the screen: Peter, Gwen, Mary Jane, Cindy, Betty, and Carrie who offered the Thing a seat.
A reporter was on screen standing at Thunderbolt's Mountain, location of their mansion within New York, "I'm standing here with the now famous Thunderbolts who have just successfully captured New York's new Kingpin of crime along with a mountain's worth of evidence. The most amazing part being that the Kingpin is in fact a Queenpin. I'm here now with the Thunderbolt's leader."
The camera panned to a figure dressed in a mixture of black and purple. Black combat boots, black pants, black shirt with a large purple arrow pointed down towards a purple belt, a purple strap for a quiver of arrows. Purple gloves protected his arms as he held a bow while a pair of purple sunglasses "protected" his secret identity. Peter whispered under his breath, "That's not Trish..."
"My God, that's not Hellcat! That's Clint Barton, the missing Hawkeye!" Betty announced for the whole room to hear. "Yeah, no shit Sherlock," Gwen sarcastically responded. Carrie shushed both of them, wishing to hear what has happened to her friend.
Hawkeye addressed the screen, "It is my regret to inform you that Trish "Hellcat" Walker has been behind the recent crime sprees within our fair city. There is evidence collected by this team connecting their former leader to multitude of crimes including but not limited to racketeering, illegal gun running, drug distribution, and prostitution. She had been using this team to hide her criminal activities which include leading the current iteration of the Hand. As the newly elected leader of this brave team I have shared all our collected information with the proper authorities and handed over Ms. Walker after a most destructive fight between herself and the Thunderbolts. Rest assured, ladies and gentlemen, we got her."
The ladies began to speak among themselves as the reporter began to drone on after Clint's announcement. The Thing and Carrie exchanged concerned glances. Peter excused himself for an important phone call. He rang up Jessica Jones, "What the fuck did I just see on the news?"
"A cluster fuck..." Jessica responded. She was at Alias Investigations attempting to wrap her head around what just happened to her best friend.
"We just lost one of our main heads to an outside threat. Thought Hawkeye was taking it easy after the Hydra thing and the Onslaught crap." Peter barked in his private chambers away from his guests.
Jessica crunched some numbers, had some clear thoughts, and responded, "Unless he was suggested to only take a break from the Avengers and focus on breaking us up for a certain somebody."
"Ha, ha, ha, Karla Sofen's in town and she took out the Cat without so much as firing a shot." Peter knew things were going too well for too long.
"Only two questions remain: how's she coming after us and why not take us down alongside her?" Jessica pondered.
Peter laughed, "More like she's coming after you. As I recall the only two people that got her on SHIELD's radar are you and the kitty playing jail bird. I think our relationship is null and void, unless I wish to see this crazy bitch's wrath. Good day, detective."
He hung up, "You lousy no good piece of..." Jessica cursed at her phone. The curses were interrupted by the arrival of four figures: Luke Cage, Iron Fist, Dr. Strange, and Daredevil. Daredevil squinted, "Jess, we need to talk."
Meanwhile Peter rejoined the others to find the TV turned off and the tea party continued, "What I miss?"
"Not much, just worried about our friends..." Carrie responded. "Yeah, only tryin ta help some how," Thing promised. He had agreed in private to assist in Carrie's crusade to help her friends battle the mental control Karla had over them. Meaning a third party was added to the board on the battle for the soul of New York...
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