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"Oh, I don't know, maybe the damage control concerning the three or four buildings this idiot decimated," Spider-man replied sarcastically, "We still have no idea if anyone was inside them, so I, for one, am going to start digging." Without another word, he moved over to the nearest pile of rubble and started doing exactly that.

Unbeknownst to the heroes and villains, a somewhat elderly man walked a few blocks away from this most active stage. At least, it appeared to be a somewhat elderly man. The man walked into the abandoned subway. To the Shadow Gallery. In the safety of his new home, V removed his disguise and put on his traditional costume and mask. By going out like this, and assuming identities of people he had read in the obituaries, he was able to go out and buy nonperishable food, pick up supplies, and gather information on the new audience. Well, two new audiences. Apparently, there were several areas merging together. It was an interesting thing. It was sure to cause even more of a stir once he got started. Just had to wait on November, now...

Spidergirl nodded, "Yeah sounds like a plan." She hopped over to a different building and searched through some of the rubble carefully.

Bored out of her mind, Chris started to walk towards the chaos. She'd heard some rumbles and screaming down the road and she figured she should go help in what way she could. Staring down at the road she started to get lost in her thoughts. Would make such a racket that she'd hear all the way in the park? Soon enough however, the sounds started to die down and as she got closer she could distinctly hear one scream in particular. Well it looks like the spandex troupe has this covered. SHe thought to herself peering around the corner and seeing the group of heros.

Vice sighed a bit and carefully tilted his head back towards the city. Quite a bit of screaming going on. Could hear it clear from the park bench he was sitting on. Another scream soon caught his attention. A female one...and not that far away from himself it sounded like. He sighed again and turned his head back around to rest it on the back of the bench, trying to ignore the screams.
The woman's screamming was soon accompanied with what must have been five men shouting something about her. Vice's mouth curled into an overly annoyed frown. Jeeze he almost preferred prision.
Sighing again, he stood from the bench and pulled his furred hood back, revealing pale yellowish skin under long black hair. There were long black scars going across his left eye. His almost bored looking black eyes turned towards the screaming, and he moved his hands under his jacket. After a moment, there were a few clicking noises, and a long chain suddenly fell out of the back of his jacket. He then slid both arms out, one holding a long curved blade that had carefully been hidden under his jacket. The long chain was attatched to it. He pulled the chain off of the ground and wrapped it around his arm, then casually began walking towards the commotion that was hidden behind some nearby trees.

Wolverine watched little Spidey run off, and made a split decision. Sighing, he said, "No offence, Web-head, but I'm worried little you's about to do something stupid. I'll go with him." Catching up to little Spidey, Logan said, "Hey, Mini-Spidey, what's going on?" Then he smelled it. "Never mind, nose picked it up. Want some help?"

Logan chuckled, deciding that an angry Spidey was not what the situation called for. "First of all, I only babysit other X-Men. I'll work with you..." then, his usual attitude kicked back in. "...But you need to drop that attitude and listen to me. My nose is as good as your Spider-sense, if not better, because I've been doing this longer than you've been ALIVE. I don't need you. Your inexperience means that you might very well need me. You earlier said that you've only been doing this for a year. You can't just run in without at least knowing WHO you're looking for and WHAt you're going up against. Not doing that is how people end up dead. I can get away with it, because my healing factor and adamantium skeleton allow me to. You have neither, just a spider-sense, heightened agility and strength and a limited amount of webbing." His demeanor settled again. "You also have heart, which shows because you've managed to not get yourself killed yet. You'll always need that. But right now, you're not thinking clearly. I can smell that over the danger. You need to focus, and you need to do it now. Got it?"

"Wow," Spidey replied, his tone one of blank surprise, "Did you just tell me to drop the attitude and listen to you? Gosh, since you said it like that, I guess I'll just stop making smart a** comments and start taking orders, then. Darn. That's my whole heroic persona out the window, but I guess I have no choice, because the talking bear told me to. Oh, w-- LOGAN!" He shot out two strands of webbing and landed on the face of a building, jerking the other hero sharply to the side. The next milisecond, about fifteen tranquilizer darts had buried themselves in the mailbox Logan had been in front of. For just a second, Spidey thought he could hear a dark sort of chuckle, and his spider-sense prickled. Then both the sound and the feeling faded, and he let out all the air in his lungs in a 'whoosh'. "Gotta love Manhattan," he joked.