CHARACTER SWAP

Through some bribes and negotiations, Wilson Fisk had heard it through the grape-vine his newly acquired 'partner' in crime had come to a rather decent place of living. That being sarcasm of course, Mysterio had over all be placed in the Raft. A Government run facility designed with the intent of caging even the most powerful of villains. Kingpin hadn't come to terms on what led Mysterio here but he knew that he in fact was there and it had been so for almost a two weeks. It took time to get the paperwork he needed to work his release, time to get a stack of papers approximately fifty pages thick full of signatures and requests.

The money Fisk had to fork out was enough he could've practically bought two or three small businesses but that was beside the point. He needed people like Mysterio for reasons best left unmentioned at the time. What he knew though, was that this man would owe him a rather good bit of work to make up for the costs. The only thing running through Kingpin's mind was that of the paper-trail. He had it set up where Mysterio was being sent to a lower security work-camp, one owned by one of his corporations. It would give the illusion the man was still serving time and working, preparing for his release but in retrospect he wouldn't, he would be with Fisk and documents would be forged. It would be the only thing linking Kingpin to this, it could cost Kingpin should Mysterio take it upon himself to act as he had before.

"Here are the required documents along with all the paperwork, signed, dated and cataloged in order to make things easier for you. Now as for me, we are ready outside with transportation and guard, could we see this end promptly. We'll also need all of the prisoner's belongings," Kingpin spoke to the SHIELD agent working the desk. Fisk himself was wearing a similar outfit. A police outfit that included a flak jacket and helmet with a shackles and everything present on his person. He even had a fancy ID badge and Social Security Card. For now the man would simply be known as Officer Harris. It was good to be the king.

After about fifteen minutes of going over signatures and calling in confirmations the man stood and motioned for Fisk to move behind the security checkpoint. From the look of things there would be many along the way. Fisk had to more officers with him, Bruiser and Copper, along with the three SHIELD agents escorting them down. It took them all of an hour to finally reach their destination, all of the checkpoints and security checks and scans were enough to thwart anyone from wanting to attempt an old fashioned break-in and bust-out. When they finally neared the door the SHIELD agent moved to the door, pressing a button as little slit opened.

"Turn around hands behind your back and back slowly towards the door. Anything funny and this will get ugly," the officer spoke as Fisk moved closer to the door. "I'm Officer Harris, and we're here to move you to a minimum security work-camp. If you try anything you could ruin this grand opportunity," Fisk stated. He knew Mysterio would recognize him and for everything he'd been through he didn't want his cover blown. He just wanted to get the man and get the hell out, if that would even be possible. They made it this far, what could be left?

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(OOC: This takes place after The Widow Returns)

Quentin Beck sat in his cell with dismay. He had only been back on the scene for about two months and he was in prison already. Beck had some minor successes but mostly he had accomplished little. Even the formation of the Sinister Six had proven useless. He realized that hiring others had been a mistake. Now they would be after him for revenge.

He had been in the Raft for nearly two weeks now. At first he had been kept in a more public area. Without his equipment, he had no power. Being in the Raft at all was more precaution than anything. One could never put up too much security for the Master of Illusions. However, his mastery of psychology allowed him to freak out some of the other inmates. It disturbed them enough that Beck had been sent to more private quarters.

It was lonely, but quiet. It gave him to think. He figured that Kingpin would break him out eventually. Fisk wanted him for whatever he planned. It suited Mysterio fine. He got money for all the equipment he needed, plus a promise that Fisk would help him take down Spider-Man by any means possible. It was a very suitable arrangement.

Beck looked up when he heard a creaking noise. The door to his cage was being opened. Orders were shouted which he complied with. The door then opened and in the entrance stood Fisk himself. He said his name was an Officer Harris. Surprising to Mysterio for two reasons. One, that Kingpin would come himself to get Mysterio. Two, that the SHIELD agents had fallen for his cover. Not that Kingpin was on the public eye at all, but Wilson Fisk was not exactly an unknown person. Surely, SHIELD's intelligence would have picked up on that. This meant either Kingpin had more money than Beck thought or SHIELD was slipping up. Or both.

"Of course Officer. Whatever you say."

He grinned quite crazily at both Fisk and the other SHIELD agent. The agent looked at Beck with disgust. He walked forward and held his hands out to be cuffed. Beck was quite ready to leave this place.

Fisk was in fact a well known person, but in these days how many people paid so much attention to detail. His helmet had a visor that covered almost half of the man's face and the only other distinguishable factor was his size. There were surprisingly many people with his physique, however most of them were obese and didn't have the muscular structure that Fisk had. It helped him blend into the population and it also added another fact, how many people read the business articles except for those usually involved or wanting to be involved with said businesses?

The SHIELD Agent however was already cuffing and shackling the man, another handing Fisk a key as this went on. "Once you arrive at your destination should you feel the man has been rehabilitated here is the key to his collar. It'll restore his powers but as we said, it's your call Officer," the officer said as the group turned to ready for their leave. As the SHIELD agents began walking, Bruiser and Copper moved up closer to them as Fisk took up the rear position, placing himself beside Mysterio. They were walking far enough behind they should be head if they spoke softly.

"You have no idea what this has cost me, some favors I was saving for a later date have been spent. I know we had an arrangement but this is pushing it," Fisk stopped speaking as they were approaching the first checkpoint and waited for the others to move forward before returning to speaking with Mysterio. "What in the hell were you thinking? Because I honestly don't want to know what you were doing to get here," Kingpin said as they too began to move through the first checkpoint.

Beck was cuffed and led from his pen. The SHIELD agent told him about unshackling Beck at his own risk. The SHIELD agents were proving to be idiots. Couldn't even tell apart who had powers and who didn't. He walked along with the escort as Fisk leaned in to speak to him. As expected, Fisk was berating him for getting captured. Beck listened and then responded.

"Well, Your Highness I was trying to help you. Spying on SHIELD and getting information. Unfortunately, the Black Widow got the better of me. She's returned from her months long mission in Russia. I was unable to determine for what purpose she had been sent."

Beck wasn't exactly mocking in his tone, but nor was he acting humble. Quentin respected the Kingpin and appreciated his help. But he didn't kowtow to anyone. Beck didn't cared whether he succeeded in helping Fisk or not. He only cared to see Peter Parker's mind destroyed. Only then would he be finished with his purpose in life.

So, Mysterio was spying on SHIELD for the Kingpin, trying to find information. News of the Black Widow's return was good information but if he could have gotten more, well that would have been a different matter all together. Fisk shook his head but continued walking, another checkpoint. Passing through, the man looked to Mysterio with a smirk on his face.

"You were caught, by SHIELD, trying to spy on SHIELD. I believe that it may be a complimentary task but never the less, next time you will be prepared for a matter such as this. I already have set things in motion with the hiring of a scientist whom will fill those of my employ with weapons and defenses. They will underestimate you in your next encounter," Fisk stated still speaking soft enough for only Mysterio to hear.

Beck was honestly surprised by Fisk's reaction. He had expected Fisk to berate Mysterio for doing something without Fisk's permission. The Kingpin was obviously not so petty as that. He wondered about the scientist that Kingpin had found. No matter, he would learn soon enough.

"My next encounter? Do you intend for me to spy on SHIELD again? I was lucky that I was able to get onto their Hellicarrier in the first place. My illusions only fool the mind, not electronics. It took careful planning to get in. I don't think I can accomplish it again. Even with new toys."

Mysterio wondered what angle Fisk was playing here. It was also curious that Fisk had yet to actually ask him to do anything yet. Kingpin had funded Mysterio's technology and thus far not sent him to do anything. He must be wanting something big.

Fisk scoffed at Mysterio's lack of faith in his abilities. This alone should have been testimony enough to what Fisk could pull off. Looking around, Fisk noticed the layout was familiar, they were about three eights of the way out. It would only be a matter of time before they could walk right out the front door. Looking to Mysterio, Fisk had a smirk upon his face.

"Really? You of all people Mysterio, I would think you had faith in some of my talents. All-be-it they differ from most superbeings in New York, in itself it is superior to others specialties. We will figure this out, first we need to focus on something else. Once we are free from here we will be meeting at the tower, there is business to discuss," Fisk said continuing his pace as they passed through yet another security detail. This one began patting the men down making sure there were no tricks and checking the shackles upon Beck.

Beck narrowed his eyes. He didn't want to spy on SHIELD again. Even if Fisk was capable, one could only spy on government organizations so long before getting caught. Mysterio wasn't a spy anyways. That was the price of working for Kingpin he supposed.

"Oh? What sort of business is that? I can't help you until I get my equipment back you know. You do have a plan to secure it, yes?"

The Raft guards glanced back at Fisk and Beck. Quentin looked at him with a utterly morose face. He'd look like his mother died. When the guard turned back, he snickered softly. He had to admit, being in the Raft had it's advantages. Practice of technique without his drugs was nice.

Fisk had plans, plans that for the moment were kept to himself however the time was coming. A time where he would establish himself amongst the greatest villains known. He was preparing for war. The man smiled at Beck's questions, waving a hand to hush him before his excitement caused them to be exposed.

"Your equipment has already been secure, it's being researched by one of my labs. To save face of course. As for our business, we will be taking a trip. The trip will supply us with the resources needed to gain both of our dreams. Spider-Man's demise and control of New York. But for now, let us continue," Fisk said continuing through the checkpoints. They were almost home free, he hoped things remained as calm as they had been the entire time.

Beck listened with with a smirk. Anything that could guarantee the downfall of Spider-Man was fine by him. The Sinister Six's attempts had failed unfortunately, leaving Quentin in a bit of rage. Followed by his capture, Beck had become very angry. Fisk seemed to be his best bet, for now.

"Your men can research it all they want. Duplicating my natural talents will be far more difficult. Whereabouts will this trip be?"

Beck raised an eyebrow at Fisk.

"Wakanda, and we will be leaving soon. All the pieces are in place and the time has come for action," Fisk stated softly to the man. Fisk chuckled at Beck's comment, he only said they were researching it to throw the guards off should they of heard them chatting. He wasn't worried about Mysterio's abilities, not against him anyway he was more focused on the abilities the man could use against others. Little to Beck's knowledge he could be a key player in this venture to Wakanda.

"We are almost to the exit, Mysterio. And for the record I didn't mean any harm about saying they were researching it. It's simply waiting for you, ready to be used once you are freed. Now then, are there any questions before we return to my offices?" Fisk asked as they approached the final checkpoint and began to be scanned and checked for any belongings that weren't on them upon entering.

Beck raised his brows. Wakanda? Well that would be interesting indeed. Panther town. It would be good to test his illusions international style. Fisk then spoke about his research remark. Kingpin had meant no harm by it. Beck wasn't used to such kindness from anyone. It was a special relationship in a way. One forged by a mutual hatred of the Wall-Crawler. Though Fisk had gotten distracted by Murdock, Spidey continued to be a thorn in their sides. Even Mysterio had his share of bouts with Daredevil. Nearly drove him insane at that. If it hadn't been for Nelson...

"How long will this excursion take?"

Beck eagerly awaited to get his equipment back. To once again have his illusions at his beck and call.