Harry Potter: Syndicate of Heroes

At first, Harry'd tried to shy away from the talk, but after hearing about how Peter's Uncle Ben had been killed and the blame that Peter had heaped upon himself because of it, Harry'd opened up. He'd told the teen about losing his godfather and the guilt from his mistakes that night, not to mention the guilt that he'd had about Cedric, Remus, Tonks, Fred, Colin and all of the others.

By telling Peter his story, he hoped that the teen took something away from it, and especially the lesson that it'd taken Harry himself a very, very long time to learn: we are not responsible for the actions of others. We can do all we can to protect the innocent and to stop the bad guys, but ultimately, we're not to blame when things go wrong if something bad happens that's outside of our control because of the actions of others.

Peter, too, had opened up, telling Harry about his thoughts and excitement and fears from gaining these strange new powers, how he'd realised – especially after the incident with Doc Connors – that his being Spider-man could place those he loved in harm's way. Captain Stacy's words on top of Oscorp Tower had had a huge impact on Peter. Harry could only hope that he'd helped the teen through their talks and debates.

Peter had even begun coming by the Den more often as himself rather than Spider-man to continue their philosophical discussions and debates about life itself. Harry'd found himself enjoying the talks and looking forward to them.

Those, though, had also had the advantage of helping to take away the frustration of a week's worth of patrolling the city at night and coming up empty in terms of locating even the slightest hint of the Daredevil.

From what they'd heard on the street, Bullseye hadn't had any better luck finding the elusive vigilante either.

It was coming down to a race as to who would find him first – Spider-man and Mage to warn Daredevil or Bullseye to kill him.

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The instant Daredevil 'saw' the slim figure leaving the roof of Felicia Hardy's building he knew that he'd been right. In the light rain, it was easy for him to follow her movements as she leapt across the small space to the next building before using its fire escape to reach the ground.

From high above, he followed her through the streets, leaping from building to building, using the grappling hook function of his billy clubs when necessary to scale higher or the smaller form of just one to slide along a cable connecting two buildings.

As expected, Miss Hardy led him unerringly towards the apartment building where James Broadshaw had once lived.

Two buildings over, she ducked into an alley and scaled the walls as though she was an Olympic-class gymnast. Cautiously, using the shadows that he instinctively knew were there, he moved closer. The rain had begun to come down slightly harder making tracking her movements that little bit easier.

It was obvious that the girl had inherited her father's talents. Perched high above the street, Felicia quickly picked the lock on a window and let herself in.

Daredevil rose from his perch on the edge of the building across, standing tall, preparing himself for the confrontation that was sure to happen the instant that he crossed the gap.

Movement off to his side had him instinctively jerking his body away and down; a hiss escaping him as pain blossomed from the cut that had just appeared on his left bicep.

Dodging and spinning, Daredevil easily avoided the next four spinning metal discs before he could find cover.

The tingling sound of metal striking metal sounded and he followed its movement.

"Now who does this belong to, I wonder?" Daredevil growled as his fingers examined the shuriken that he'd just picked up.

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"There!" Spider-man yelled to his partner as he flung out a hand towards what his spider-sense had detected.

As he dropped, instinctively shooting out a web that would swing him in the right direction, he took in the scene: a bald man in a long black trench coat was standing on the top of a building throwing something at a blood red and black suited figure on another building. Luckily, the Daredevil – for it couldn't be anyone else – was using extraordinary reflexes and gymnastics to dodge the deadly projectiles.

"He's good," Spider-man muttered.

As he swung up on his arc, he shot a half-dozen web-balls at the trench-coated man. Annoyingly, the man must have seen them coming for he spun away, dodging them with ease. A glint of light on the man's bald head showed Spider-man the scar on his forehead.

"Seriously? You have a bullseye on your head? Is that so others know where to target you or so that you can look in a mirror and remember your own name?" he quipped.

Unfortunately, he neither got a response from Bullseye nor did he have a chance to follow up his attack against the man. The instant that Bullseye saw him, he simply grinned before leaping into a large vent and disappearing.

Spider-man landed on the roof as quickly as he could before cautiously looking into the vent. It led straight down and there was no sign of the guy.

With a sigh, he turned away before running across the building and leaping up, shooting out a web so that he could swing across to where his partner was already talking to Daredevil.

"Spider-man," Daredevil greeted as he landed.

"Hey man, nice to meet you," Spider-man replied.

"Likewise. Thanks for the assist," Daredevil nodded.

"No worries. Us heroes gotta stick together, you know?" Spider-man replied.

"What are the two of you doing in Hell's Kitchen?" Daredevil asked.

"He's the reason that we're here," Mage said, shooting a thumb over at the building where Bullseys had been.

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