AN: I had to push through the fight scene. I had everything else done for a while, but man. Life kicked my ass. Dedicated to @ShamrockTales for all of the votes! Thank you for being awesome.

"No!" Peter shot up in bed, breathing erratically as a sob raked against his chest. Sweat dripped from his soaked hair and traveled down his temple. The room felt hot. Too hot. Was his skin melting off? His hands dragged over his skin as if it were a water slide. No...No, it just felt like it. Peter rushed to the bathroom and splashed cold water on his face, not caring if it rained onto the ground.

That nightmare was...

Peter exhaled loudly, unable to finish the thought. He blinked his reddened eyes and sniffled. Before he could even think about it, he pulled out his phone and dialed a favorited number. His anxiety grew with each ring. Should he hang up?

Ring.

Is it too late to be calling someone? Do people actually sleep nowadays?

Ring.

Ugh, this was a bad idea.

Ring.

Just as Peter went to end the call, the dial tone ceased. After a moment of tossing, a sigh could be heard from the other end. Tony's scruffy voice barely made it through, "Don't you know it's three in the morning?"

"I-" Peter paused. Would admitting reality only make himself appear insane? Lonely? Frightened to his core? He gulped. Adjusting back to their normal lives made him feel all the above every night. Still. Cold. Forgotten. How could he let this recent event shake him? Let it cause nightmares every single night? "I can't sleep."

There was a brief moment of silence until soft words left Tony's mouth, "Nightmares again?"

"Yeah..."

Ruffling in the background and footsteps were heard through the phone. A door creaked as Tony struggled to remain quiet to not wake Pepper. "I know I'm not great at the whole opening-up-without-sarcasm thing, but if you need to talk, Peter, I'm here for you."

Yeah...but is he really going to listen? Was he going to brush it off like before? The entirety of Peter's life had been one giant pile of mush, swirling around and around together in a disgusting mound. Things kept happening and it never seemed to stop. Even then, his other teammates had their own problems going on. Would it even make him feel better if he talked about it when things couldn't be fixed yet?

Peter mulled it over long enough to where Tony spoke up again, "Crime fighting is not going to make the problem disappear. Trust me. You can only run so far from your problems. Pepper reminds me of that every day."

Crime fighting is the one thing keeping me together... It was hard enough rolling out of bed to go about his life. The need to help others overpowered any doubt or sadness he had. He shut down all over again, not wanting to take up much of Tony's time. "Have you gotten any other leads?"

With a sigh, Tony tried to remember through the grogginess back to earlier that day. "I'm pulling all the strings I have, kid. The only name I squeezed out of the last guy was Shaw Industries. Huge government defense contractor."

Shaw Industries? What's so good about that place? Defense tech could sell great on the black market, but what would that achieve in our mysterious villain situation? What would Mr.-No-Name want with it? Peter paced around his room, running his free hand through his tangled brown hair. "What about the other leads?"

"Peter..." Tony trailed off. Peter imagined he was pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration or exhaustion. "Come with me tomorrow to the hospital. Ella Harper is a nurse who might be able to help."

"A nurse? Why not a doctor?"

"Do you trust me? I want to get to the bottom of this as much as you do. Lilly's depending on us," Tony's breath hitched on the other end. He exhaled loudly and probably dragged a hand down his face to cover up his sudden emotion. "She needs us."

Without a second thought, Peter declared, "I trust you."

"Good. I'll see you tomorrow. Get some sleep."

"Goodnight." Didn't deny it. Didn't confirm getting sleep either. So, what, he could go back to that dream? No way. The brisk night air tempted him so much so that it almost whispered his name.

Peter walked over to his closet and pulled his suit out from underneath a mountain of clean clothes. He traced his fingers over it, remembering every scream, blood stain, and tear that embedded themselves into every fiber. He instinctively put the suit on without a second thought and relished in the potential for tonight. Peter opened the window, letting in the cool breeze and buzz of New York City.

Living through the nightmare again wasn't going to put him at ease. Sleep could wait. Putting nightmares behind bars? Yeah, that would definitely help.

And in the night air's hollowed whisps, he fell.

Peter didn't stop until he saw a red suit on top one of the buildings, huddled close to a decently sized stone gargoyle. His horned head cocked to the side as he listened intently on the streets of New York. Peter landed on the rooftop, skidding to a stop from the momentum. "Hey, DD. What's cooking for us tonight?"

Daredevil didn't say anything for a long moment.He froze in place, listening to the commotion around them. Peter couldn't tell if he was analyzing something or just trying to come up with an idea for small talk. Daredevil's fingers slid down the side of the statue, his action finally put to rest. "Not sleeping well again?"

There's no way he can tell! I'm behind a full bodied suit. Or...can he? A chill ran down Peter's spine at the sheer thought of the invasion of privacy and played it off as him getting pumped up on adrenaline. "I just got done with marathoning one of my favorite shows."

"Keep telling yourself that." His tone was flat, almost unamused at Peter's attempt to hide the truth. It was clear something was bothering him, but it wasn't Daredevil's place to get straight to the point of it. He bounced around the sentences in his head and narrowed down on a vague one, "I wouldn't be surprised if there was a lot on your mind."

With one of the infinity stones on the loose? Yeah. A lot has been on his mind. No one on the team knew what it could do with its full potential. Getting the glimpse they got was horrific enough. His jaw clenched as his eyes stared straight forward. The memory sent chills down his spine. Peter diverted the subject and cast a new light, "Have you heard anything from Deadpool?"

A laugh burst out into the air. A smile crept across Daredevil's lips as he replied, "You think I want to talk to that guy?"

Peter took out his phone and tapped it a few times, inputting one of the only few numbers ingrained into his brain. "He loves being part of our Team Red adventures."

The phone rang. And rang. And rang.

Deadpool's voice picked up on the other end, "You have reached the voicemail of the one and only Deadpool! I'm sorry I can't come to the phone right now. Ah, who am I kidding, no I'm not. Unless you're one of my favorite people - you know who you are. Leave your name and the person you want me to take care of. I don't need your number. I'll find you."

Peter scoffed and closed the phone. New voicemail. Very...eccentric. With a heavy sigh, Peter locked his phone and turned back towards Daredevil. "You know, I expected him to answer because he's usually just hanging out a-"

Daredevil quickly shushed him. He focused on the environment, tilting his head to catch it better. His craned neck almost appeared painful, but with how far they were compared to what he was listening to, it always put Peter into awe. To have hearing like that must have been amazing. It took a few minutes before Daredevil spoke up about his findings, "Police chatter. Company called Shaw Industries is being robbed by a perp they can't see."

That was the same name Tony gave. An infinity stone on the loose, weird robots, and now a break in at the company? This could be a much larger lead than he thought. "Sounds right up our alley." Peter's stomach did a flip as he started to bounce back and forth. This is the first step. Literally. He had gone so long with sleepless nights and his mind always racking for an answer to their problem. One of the corners of Peter's mouth lifted as slight relief filled his system. "You think Invisible Woman finally cracked?"

Daredevil turned in his direction for a long moment, "Not likely." It only took one short breath before he leapt off of the roof. Spider-Man rushed to the edge, heart nearly leaping out of his chest. He had only seen Daredevil on roofs to communicate, never to get in on the action. This man does not have anything to live through that fall!

Peter's frantic eyes darted around, disoriented by the bright lights and the height for a brief moment. He's not that reckless. Right? Peter almost yelled out until something caught his eye. Daredevil used his baton like a makeshift grappling hook to hook onto lamps and objects on roofs to swing across, a lot like the technique that Spider-Man uses. Peter simply laughed in relief and followed after him.

Shaw Industries stood tall with the other buildings of New York City. Thick glass panels reflected the lights of the city, trailing all the way up to the sky, and nearly showing off the stars. Peter walked through the busted front sliding door and set off the metal detector. He glanced around, noticing the high roofed lobby with expensive pale modern furniture. A whole litter of police bodies sprinkled the lobby's shiny floor. "This is how horror movies start, you know." Spidey looked at Daredevil, who refused to acknowledge his comment. At least Deadpool would have appreciated it. Peter turned his attention towards the staircase entrance. "What floor are they on?"

Daredevil sniffed the air for a moment. His movements were quiet. Precise. "Fifteen. She's wearing strong perfume."

"What's happening up there?" He stepped around the downed policemen to get to the staircase. It smelled of stale bagels and copper. Was that a hint of lavender? Peter shook it off and pushed forward. Glass crunched underneath both of the heroes' feet.

"Couple of erratic heartbeats. Police most likely fending off the culprit."

"I'll meet you up there." Spider-Man saluted. He launched webbing to a high railing and pulled himself up with ease. Saluting a blind man? Use your head, man. He dragged his free hand down his face in embarrassment. When he got to level fifteen, he webbed up the middle emptiness of the staircase below him. Safety net. Just in case.

Spider-Man entered the now silent large room. More policemen had been downed in here as well. He looked around, making sure to stay behind some cover of the desks in order to see what he's dealing with.

Desk lamps illuminated terminals and strung up blueprints of different devices. Papers and objects littered the ground, some crushed from the fight earlier. The floors appeared to be polished and glossy. Why is the whole building so shiny? Chairs either upright or tossed aside like ragdolls. He didn't see anyone.

Perp they can't see. Riighhhtt.

A few papers were being rifled through on a desk in the far corner.

With them distracted, Spider-Man threw a web in their direction, intending to catch the thief's hand. Instead, all he did was web up the paperwork. Now, the perp knew he was there.

He took a moment to breathe for a second. Attempting to listen like Daredevil, he waited. There had to be some trace of this thief somewhere. Spidey held his breath, fists at the ready.

There were footsteps to his left.

Spider-Man froze until the thief got close. He dove in for a punch, but his fist swam through the air. His eyes widened as confusion took over. They had to be there! What th-

Thwump!

A heavy object crashed into the back of Spidey's head, causing him to stumble forward. He held the back of his head as he whipped around, ready to dole out a punch of two.

Still, no one was there.

Not even his senses kicked in.

Peter backed up, his chest beginning to tighten in panic. Come on, come on! Spidey senses are natural. Where is it?

Something darted out in the corner of his eye. The thief hit him. Kicked him in the shin. Punched him in the ribcage. They gave him all the time he needed to gain the advantage. Spider-Man grabbed her, causing the invisibility cloak to drop. Invisibility! Nice.

The thief was a woman. Short white hair. Dark wide eyes hid behind a plainly decorated green masquerade mask. Her outfit was a dirty white with green accents along the sides and cuffs. Out of all the news outlets, Spider-Man had never heard or seen this thief before. She must not have managed to get caught until now. Spidey narrowed his eyes and observed her, "Definitely not Invisible Woman. Who are you?"

Spider-Man ducked underneath her swing. The woman caught onto his reflexes and ran away. The room quickly fell silent, other than the sound of his breath. "Does the Phantom sound good to you?" No reply. "I need something to refer you by. Think I'll stick with that." Silence. This wasn't a thief who wanted to banter.

Suddenly, there were a few spritzes of...lavender perfume?

A computer harddrive flew through the air right at Spider-Man's head from behind. He spun around, threw his webbing out, and spun the object right back towards the assailant, nailing her in the back. "Come on. I'm sure you can fight harder than that," Peter provoked, anxiously waiting for the next attack.

Daredevil slid into the room, pinpointing exactly where the assailant was. He threw one of his batons, perfectly hitting the woman in the side. She focused her attention on the new contender. Peter took the chance to look around at what the thief was after.

The Phantom ran full force at Daredevil and grabbed the first two pairs of scissors she saw. She bounced off the wall to the side of Daredevil and managed to knick his left cheek. He blocked most of her oncoming attacks, yet she kept putting her all into it. She wasn't too much of a skilled contender; however, she managed to slice him up a few times.

The Phantom punched him in the jaw and kicked him down to the ground before turning invisible and bolting.

Daredevil managed to get back up. Slightly winded and bleeding from his nose, but he held his stance. He listened for a moment, ready for the next strike. When he narrowed down the footsteps, he launched a baton in that direction. It instantly ricochet back towards him.

Miss.

That's fine. He was ready for another shot.

The footsteps disappeared. Daredevil strained to block out his own breathing and Spider-Man's erratic heartbeat. One second. Two.

Thump. Thump.

There.

Daredevil grasped his batons before jumping to his right, launching an attack right at the invisible assailant. She blocked his advance and went in for a punch, which he deftly dodged. He bounced back, hitting her elbow with his weapon. It vibrated in his hand as he went in for another strike. The woman stumbled backwards and howled. Daredevil took this chance to knock her off her feet with a sweep of his baton right behind her kneecaps.

She fell. The Phantom hooked her legs behind his and dragged him down with her. She punched him once, twice. Another time. Daredevil caught her fist and managed to throw her off. She collided with a desk with a sickening crunch. The villain gasped and clutched at her fragile ribcage.

This was the only time Peter could get answers. If this place caught Tony's interest and this mystery thief's, something was definitely here. Peter's eyes wandered through the files and plans strewn about by the hurried break in. Mostly guns. New tech. Some of it wouldn't work since the math was wrong in a few places. First drafts are always finicky. Whoa, what do we have here? Peter's breath hitched, and a flush of dread spread throughout his system. He immediately took out his phone and started snapping pictures.

Project Wideawake. The United State's new direction in combating the mutant 'problem'. Schematics for...oh god...

The stories Logan told the group did not hold a candle to seeing it in real life. The way it tore through everything during the Avengers' encounter...Peter's robotic hand clenched as the other trembled out of sheer fear. The horrors and fatalities that could result because of something like this would be too much for anyone to bear. "This is...way above my paygrade. If I got paid, anyway," Spider-Man mostly whispered to himself.

The mystery woman knocked Daredevil down. He retaliated by whacking her with the baton before she kicked it out of his hand.

She whipped around and tackled Spider-Man, instantly in a rush to grab the documents. Both screamed out and struggled as they rolled around the ground. Spidey swung wildly at the invisible Phantom. Missed every time. Spider-Man nearly saw her pattern until she kicked him in the wrong place at the right time. He cried out, allowing her to jump towards the plans. He could barely shoot any webbing out before she jolted and disappeared into the night.

Daredevil pushed himself off of the ground, chest heaving. He stumbled for a second, catching himself on the nearest desk he could latch onto. He licked his dry lips before he questioned, "Do you know what she was after?"

A shaky breath left Peter's lips as he shook his head. "I-I have to go." He pushed passed his colleague and limped out into the hall. Peter dodged the unconscious policemen and put his hand against his chest, which tightened up by the second. He could feel himself getting sick, the bile rising up gradually in his throat.

The plans for the sentinels were out there in even more dangerous hands.