[ EU ] Uncle Ben is never killed , and the lesson Peter Parker learns that night is that he can use his powers for personal gain and stick it to those who cross him . Because of this , Spider-Man becomes one of the most feared villains in the Marvel Universe .

Wilson Fisk slowly puffed on his cigar as the drone of the busy city echoed around him. In the back of his office, the clock had chimed indicating that it was seven in the evening. 
 
 *It's time. * 
 
 He double-checked the gold-platted watch on his thick wrist to make sure of the time. 7:00. Both times were synchronized perfectly. He took another drag from his cigar. 
 
 `` Kingpin, sir.'' 
 
 The intercom in his deck buzzed. He smiled as he let out a cloud of smoke. `` What is it, Clarissa?'' 
 
 `` The last of the... *clients* has arrived.'' 
 
 `` Good, send them in.'' Fisk stated flatly as he sat back in his large chair, custom-made for his gargantuan figure. 
 
 There was the hustle of footsteps outside his office followed by several loud metallic clunks. 
 
 *Christ, I wish Otto just walked. * 
 
 The door burst opened as seven figures walked in slowly. Without say a word, each of them took a seat around the grandiose office. Well, except for the octopus-man. Fisk had forgotten the name the newspaper had given him. 
 
 `` What have you called us for, Fisk?'' Otto's mechanical arm snapped menacingly a few feet in front of his desk, `` And on top of that, inviting all of these other... *clowns* here.'' 
 
 The hunter had stood up in anger. If Fisk remembered correctly, he had his own little television show where he called himself... 
 
 `` Kraven does not agree with your methods!'' he referred to himself in the third-person as he grabbed the whip at his whip, `` We'll see who's in better control of their powers!'' 
 
 Otto grinned as the other claws proceeded to whir towards Kraven. 
 
 `` Yo Doc Ock!'' the man with a lightning bolt on his forehead stepped between the two, `` Kraven! Calm down both of you two. We're not enemies here!'' He looked at Fisk and sought for help. 
 
 `` Yes,'' Fisk reached into his deck and pulled out seven manila folders, tossing one to each of them, `` I have an idea that will make us... *kings* of New York City.'' 
 
 Otto tensed up as his claws turned their attention to him. `` But you are already a king, Fisk.'' 
 
 `` I am *THE KINGPIN*,'' Fisk roared as his fist slammed onto the table, `` But I want you to think bigger! I want you all to wonder how it would feel that the moment your name is muttered, the police have a second thought. Between the people and the superheroes, you are the obstacle of infamy and riches!'' 
 
 The others began to murmur in excitement as they opened each of their folders. 
 
 `` This is..!'' Kraven gasped. 
 
 `` Each of you will be given $ 5million,'' Fisk smiled and rubbed his hands together, `` Starting tonight, you will work together as a unit, with me as your benefactor. Each of you...'' 
 
 He pointed to Otto Octavius. 
 
 `` Doctor Octopus.'' 
 
 His finger turned to the muscular ex-television star. 
 
 `` Kraven the Hunter!'' 
 
 To the man with the lightning bolt tattoo. 
 
 `` Electro!'' 
 
 He then pointed to the odd trio sitting on the couch. `` Mysterio, the Sandman, and... Birdman.'' 
 
 `` It's the Vulture!'' the old man hissed at him, `` Get it right, Fisk!'' 
 
 Ignoring the comment, Fisk looked towards the last figure in the back of the room. The man was relaxing against the wall several feet above the ground. His red-and-blue skintight suit blended into the darkness, his silent demeanor befitting his reputation as perhaps the deadliest villain of the city. Swinging on buildings and causing mayhem, he was none of than the police's number one most-wanted... 
 
 `` Spider-Man.'' Fisk whispered crisply. 
 
 Spider-Man emerged from the shadows and nodded. `` $ 5 million sounds good to me, big boy,'' he let out a boyish laugh, `` But what's our unit called?'' 
 
 `` Read the folder,'' Otto interrupted as he opened his, `` *The Sinister Seven*.'' 
 
 Another rush of murmurs as Fisk got up from his deck. `` Are there any questions, my fantastic villains?'' 
 
 `` Uh, yeah,'' the spider raised his hand in a classroom fashion, `` Why seven? I mean, that's a good number it just does n't...'' 
 
 Fisk shrugged as he considered his answer. 
 
 `` I just thought that *The Sinister Six* did n't have a good ring to it.'' 
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