Fan Fiction: Crossovers
Why Wasn't I There?

  "And you let him live?" Peter was surprised.

  "I would have given him the ear-to-ear grin boss." Agreed Moe from the front seat.

  "And I was tempted." Admitted Stephen. "But we went after the Sacred Sword because we wanted to send a message to the Terrorists of the world: America is not safe for you, you do not target our civilians and get away with it. But if the Sacred Sword was such a secret and subtle group…"

  Peter nodded, suddenly getting it. "Then how would the other terror cells find out, and get the message."

  "Precisely. But the Sacred Sword was made up of members from all these cells, and the Kingpin has contact with all of them, thanks to his deal with Tular."

  "So they would believe it when he tells them: New York is our town, not their target." Finished Peter.

  "Right."

  "Very smooth." Commented Moe.

  "So." Declared Peter. "Once again we've saved civilization as we know it. And the good news is that this time, we aren't getting the blame for risking it."

  Stephen lit himself another cigar, since he never got to finish the first. "Have you quit yet?"

  "Yep." Confirmed Peter. "But I'll join you in a drink." He held up a silver flask and a pair of travel mugs.

  "You read my mind." Said Stephen as he took a mug.

  "Now you know how it feels." Joked Peter; taking a sip of his own.

  "To victory." Toasted Stephen.

  Peter started to return the toast, when the cab turned the corner, and Ground Zero came into view.

  "Victory." He finally whispered reverently.

  Stephen looked back at the disaster zone, a tear rimming his eye. "Sometimes you get the bear and sometimes the bear gets you."

  "Then it seems we have some bear hunting to do." Said Peter.

  "I'll drink to that." Agreed Stephen, and the men shared another toast.

  The cab turned again and vanished into the shadows of the towering city.