Matt Murdock sat in his office and thought about his career. Not his career as a lawyer, but his equally important career as the masked vigilante Daredevil. Throughout his entire career as a superhero he had been mocked by other more "powerful" heroes.
"It is time to stop the humiliation dealt to me so cruelly by others. I'm going to stop their mocking once and for all."

Wolverine sniffed the crisp forest air. He had recently decided to go off on his own yet again and release his wildside that he so often must repress. The smells of the forest flooded his nose as his enhanced sense of smell picked up every last scent. Everything was just the way it should be. Whack! A familiar club smacked him across the face, and he looked up to see Daredevil standing before him. Whatever the reason for this Wolverine did not care. He wanted an outlet for his animalistic anger, and now he had found it. He leaped for Daredevil, his claws out, but Daredevil's amazing agility allowed him to easily dodge the blow, and using Wolverine's velocity against him threw him to the ground. Daredevil quickly pinched Wolverine's torso.
"What is he trying to tickle me to death?" Wolverine thought.
Daredevil twisted his hand and Wolverine made one last breath before blackness came.
"The best he is at what he does? Not anymore." Daredevil thought "Always underestimating me." Daredevil looked down at his fallen foe.
"Didn't think it would be so easy for me to simply stop your heart from beating, did you? Not even your healing factor can save you an instant death."

Peter Parker, a.k.a. Spider-Man, did not usually get to relax, but today was one of those days where he had just enough time to go out for a swing around New York. While taking a short rest stop on a building rooftop, his spidersense starts to go crazy. He turns around and his eyes behold Daredevil, Man Without Fear.

"If I truly want to be respected, I have to destroy the most powerful of them all: the Hulk." With this thought Matt started searching the the newspapers for recent sightings of the Hulk. He had been sighted last headed for Charleston, Wyoming. Matt took a plane to Charleston to confront the Hulk.

When he arrived all he had to do was follow the path of destruction and rubble. He finally caught up to him in downtown Charleston's main street, Clayton Street. Daredevil threw his club swiftly at the Hulk's head. When it arrived at its destination The Hulk felt it just enough for it to get Hulk's attention.
"Why does puny red man try to hurt hulk with stick?"
"I'm here for Banner, Hulk."
"Hulk hates puny Banner. Hulk smash Banner's friend."
Hulk jumped right in front of Daredevil and started throwing punches in a violent rage. Daredevil dodged all these blows all the while searching with his fingertips for some sign of weakness on the giant green behemoth.
"Found it," Daredevil said.
"You found nothing that will help you, red man. Hulk smash you."
Hulk started to bring his hands together to smash Daredevil between them. This effort was futile, however, as Daredevil quickly landed a jab to the upper right area of Hulk's chest. Hulk was unable to breathe, his lungs stopped working, his heart stopped beating, and excess blood flowed quickly into his brain. He was dead before he hit the ground.
"No one will mock me now. No one will DARE!"

Matt's glory quickly faded, however as he finally realized what he had become. He was now one of the villains he had fought all his life. Fuelled by hatred and jealousy he had murdered some of Earth's greatest protectors and one of his greatest friends. "I'm sorry, Peter," Matt whispered into the wind. "I'm so sorry."