Author's Note: There was someone wondering if this was going to be the formation of the new Marvel Knights. The answer is no. This is strictly Peter and Castle.

"Argh! First Creed, and now the Russian!" Fisk screamed. "What now?! With the destruction of two of my new Six, my enemies are laughing at me as Spider-Man and the Punisher continue to mock me. But something must be done about this immediately."

Fisk looked around at the remaining four members until his eyes settled on him.

"You. I had wished to save you as my trump card, but things are becoming increasingly complicated."

"We only joined you for the sole purpose of squashing that damned arachnid and anyone who'll keep us from doing so, the Punisher being a perfect example!"

"Relax, Eddie..."

Venom smashed the Kingpin's desk down the center.

"There is no Eddie Brock! How many times must we say it?! We're Venom! Anyway, we don't give a fuck about you, your empire, or your wealth. Just as long as Spider-Man is out of the picture for good!"

The Hood: "Boss, send me. I'll have them out of your hair for you..."

Barracuda: "I want another shot at those motherfuckers..."

Fisk: "Barracuda, can you give me your word that the job will be done?"

Barracuda, with a toothy grin: "They'll be picked clean like a cow in piranha-infested waters."

Fisk: "Go then, and one hundred of my best guns will back you up."

As Barracuda left, Fisk turned to the Hood.

"Follow him. He's a loose cannon, and if he does anything irregular, you know what to do."

The Hood nodded as he held his breath, fading from sight. He wanted his share in his employer's new world. And no one, especially a loose cannon like the Barracuda, was gonna fuck it up for him...