Southside Warehouse
The first squad car rolled up just minutes after Spider-Man's ping reached NYPD dispatch. By the time the second arrived, three civilians were already filming from across the street.
The steel gate was webbed shut, the concrete walls partially scorched, and the dim floodlights inside still buzzed.
Officer Kendra Ortiz drew her flashlight and stepped through the sticky web wall, wincing at the texture. Inside, the warehouse smelled like rubber, metal, and something sweet and synthetic—sedatives.
Then she saw them, webbed bodies, bound like insects, hanging from support beams or plastered to walls. Gagged. Immobile.
And behind the partition of webbing at the far end—
"Jesus…" Ortiz whispered.
Six girls. Some awake. Some mumbling through slurred speech. All thin, disoriented, drugged. One of them looked up.
"Spider-Man saved us."
Ortiz's throat went dry. She keyed her radio.
"Dispatch, this is 4-Alpha-7. We've got multiple trafficking victims. Requesting immediate EMTs and backup. And... you'll want cameras here. This is going to blow up."
Eastside Halfway House
At the second site, the scene was grimmer.
Daredevil had left through the roof. But what remained inside was just as damning—seven suspects, two knocked unconscious, all restrained with zip ties.
There were burn marks where someone tried to torch documents. The basement held three laptops, two phones, and a ledger full of coded entries.
The girls had already been taken out—wrapped in thermal blankets, huddled together with paramedics.
Detective Vale stepped inside and scanned the room.
"Daredevil's work," she muttered.
"You sure?" asked her partner.
"Zip ties. Pressure-point takedowns. No dead bodies. And no showboating. It's not Spider-Man's style."
One of the girls—barely seventeen—spoke up from behind them.
" The red guy… he told us we were safe. Said the cops would come."
Vale narrowed her eyes.
"Spider-Man and Daredevil. Working together ? Two places"
"What, they got a union now?" her partner muttered.
NYPD Headquarters, Midtown
The news had already broken online.
Videos taken by bystanders near the Southside warehouse showed officers pulling webbed-up gangsters out of the building. Photos leaked of rescued girls being escorted into ambulances. The hashtags were already trending:
#SpiderManSaves#DaredevilJustice#QueensRaid#NotAllHeroesWearCapes
Inside the NYPD's press room, Sergeant Farrow stood behind the podium, face calm and alert.
Cameras rolled.
Reporters leaned forward.
"As of early this morning," he began, "NYPD units responded to two coordinated human trafficking sites located in Queens and Midtown. At both locations, suspects were subdued and detained. Multiple victims, most of them underage girls, were safely rescued."
He paused as flashes lit up the room.
"We are actively working with Homeland Security and other federal agencies to investigate the broader network. But we can confirm one thing—two individuals were instrumental in these rescues: Spider-Man and Daredevil."
That triggered a wave of questions.
"Were they authorized to intervene?""Are they working with the police?""Is this a sign of more masked vigilante collaboration?""What's the Mayor's response?""Why isn't Spider-Man an official part of NYPD yet?"
Farrow held up a hand.
"They are not affiliated with law enforcement. They acted independently. But it's clear their actions saved lives."
Mayor's Office, Manhattan
The room was sleek and expensive. Wood-paneled walls. A glass table that probably cost more than Peter's entire wardrobe. Inside sat:
Commissioner Blake, stiff-backed, composed and Mayor Ellis, gray-haired, sharp-eyed, tapping a pen against his tablet.
Two senior aides and one legal observer
The mayor spoke first.
"So let me get this straight. Two masked vigilantes did more damage to this trafficking ring than three months of joint task force surveillance?"
Blake stayed quiet for a moment before responding.
"They hit fast. Clean. No civilian casualties. And the rescued girls had already giving statements."
"I don't care if they danced the Macarena," Ellis snapped. "This is an optics nightmare. The city looks incompetent, and they look like the saviours."
"We could issue a statement commending the outcome while reaffirming our stance on unauthorized vigilante work—"
"Nobody wants statements, Renata. They want headlines and Control of the situation. We're one more web-slinger away from losing the public's trust in law enforcement altogether."
The legal observer leaned forward.
"Sir, respectfully—public trust is rising. You should see the numbers. People are calling them heroes. Half of social media is talking about how 'real justice' came from outside the badge."
Blake spoke softly.
"They did what we couldn't. Or didn't. That's not an attack. That's a warning."
Ellis grunted.
"Keep eyes on both of them. Quietly. If they step out of line, I want a file ready."
News Report (Live Broadcast)
Anchor: "Breaking news this afternoon, what many are calling a miracle rescue operation in Queens and Midtown has turned public attention once again to the city's most elusive vigilantes: Spider-Man and Daredevil. Authorities confirmed earlier today that the two masked figures were responsible for the takedown of two major human trafficking rings operating under legitimate business fronts."
Cut to another footage: Girls wrapped in blankets, police guiding suspects out in webbed bundles, reporters swarming the scenes.
Anchor: "The NYPD has praised the swift resolution of the crisis but maintains that unauthorized vigilante action remains a legal gray area. Meanwhile, public reaction has been overwhelmingly supportive, with hashtags like #SpiderManSaves and #DaredevilJustice trending across platforms."
An interview clip: "I don't care if they wear masks," says one woman outside the Eastside site. "They saved those girls. What more do you need?"
Another clip: A man holding a sign that reads, "We trust Spider-Man more than the Mayor."
Posts flooded social media:
"Spider-Man saved my cousin last year. This just confirms he's the real deal."
"Daredevil's a ghost in the dark. He doesn't even want credit. That's power."
"Our heroes don't need badges. They just need the guts to act."
On message boards and forums, theories spread—some even speculating whether Spider-Man had military training.
Of course, others asked harder questions:
"Why weren't the police first on the scene?""How many other victims are still out there?""Why aren't we funding people who actually stop crime?"
Back in the real world, both Peter and Matt were already back in the shadows.