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Matt / Peter
Matt and Karen were walking to the office, his cane folded up in his jacket, instead using Karen’s as his guide. His hold on her arm is gentle as she pulls him along. Matt purses his lips.
“He was lying about something,” Matt says, matter of factly.
“Hmm?”
“His heart, there was something off about it… really there was a lot off about him” Karen smiles and rolls her eyes at his scepticism.
“Be nice to your new neighbor, he looks young… Plus he called me Ms. Page which was adorable.” Matt laughs shortly and Karen lets go of his arm to open the door to Nelson, Murdock, and Page. Matt walks in first, Karen following behind. The two start up the many stairs to their office.
“I’m not saying he’s dangerous or anything, it’s just that his heart kept just beating fast when he looked at me.”
“Who’s did?” Foggy asks, sitting at Karen’s secretary desk, listening to the end of the two’s conversation as they walk into the office.
“Matt’s saying his new neighbor's heart kept beating fast when he looked at him.” Foggy snorts, pushing the rolling chair away from the desk and towards the two that had just entered.
“I can’t blame him, I’m sure a lot of people’s hearts beat fast when they look at you, Matt.” Matt puts his foot up and stops Foggy from rolling any closer.
“Ha ha, very funny.” He pushes Foggy and the chair back towards Karen’s desk. “I just think his reaction was weird.”
“He did know you were a lawyer, maybe he was a fan or something or needs a lawyer and is too scared to ask,” Karen says, sitting in her chair once Foggy moves. “Mmm, thanks for warming the chair up for me Foggy.”
“You are very welcome Ms. Page” Karen smiles at Matt, who in turn rolls his eyes.
“I’m not calling you Ms. Page” He states as he walks into his office. Foggy follows him in, flicking on the lights. Matt looks up at them as they buzz and hum loudly in his ear, and Foggy immediately shuts them back off.
“You don’t think he knows about Daredevil, do you?” Foggy whispers. Matt shakes his head.
“No, I didn’t recognize his heartbeat so if he did know anything about Daredevil then he’d have to have somehow found out without me ever hearing him.” He shrugs, “Who knows, maybe I am just overreacting.”
“Yeah, you’re pretty good at doing that." Foggy quickly leaves the room before Matt can throw anything at him.
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Peter crouches on the top of a building in Hell’s Kitchen, surveying the land. Gravel crunches under his feet as he shifts his weight.
When he first moved to Manhattan he would make the trek to Queens every night to continue being its Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man. After one too many close encounters with MJ before she left for MIT, and a severe shortage of web fluid, Peter decided that he needed a fresh start and started patrolling in Manhattan. Now, he figured he’d try his hand at Hell’s Kitchen.
He’s heard the rumors of a similarly red-clad man that defended Hell’s Kitchen and felt a slight bit of curiosity towards seeing him in action, or even seeing him at all.
“So, have you seen the sexy piece of ass known as Daredevil yet?” Deadpool’s voice echoed through Peter’s phone as if he were reading his mind.
Since being wiped from everyone's memory, Peter Parker has been used to being alone. To him, it was simply safer to hold everyone at arm's length, which meant he didn’t try any attempts at making friends, except for Deadpool.
He never left Peter alone, ever. He followed him around on stakeouts like a lost puppy for almost a week before Peter decided that he was fine having one friend. A guilty pleasure of sorts.
“Mm, nope,” Peter responded.
“I would love for him to beat me up.” Peter could almost hear Wade kicking his feet through the phone.
“Like in a kinky way?” Peter asks. Wade snorts.
“What other way would it be Spidey?” Peter shrugs.
“I don’t know DP... Listen I gotta go kick some ass and take some names, can I call you later”
“Call me whatever you want, just don’t call me late to dinner, talk later sugar.” Peter rolls his eyes.
“M’kay bye.” Peter hangs up and tucks his phone in a pocket that he had sewn into his suit. He found himself having to make more and more alterations to his suit over the years to accommodate for small things, such as his phone.
When he had the suit that Mr. Stark had made him, he could always take calls without ever actually needing to have his phone with him, instead, he usually left it in a backpack. He had done a lot of adjusting over the years to get used to wearing a regular suit again, and fighting without the use of random tools Mr. Stark had built into the suit.
He was back to kickin' it old school.
Peter jumps off the edge of the building and swings away, taking this time to learn how to navigate the new streets.
don’t call me late for dinner… What the fuck does that even mean?
Karen was probably the thing he missed the most about his old suit.
The A.I., not the person that he had just met.
Re-met?
He bets A. I Karen would know what that phrase means. She knew the answers to everything. Although he used to swing around without Karen, or anything really, at the start of his Spider-Man career, he never realized how lonely patrolling was without her.
I should start listening to podcasts while patrolling or something.
A shout suddenly erupts from an alley nearby and Peter changes course.
Scratch that, I should stick to listening for people that need help.
Peter swings over to a building overlooking the alley and peers over the side.
A simple robbery.
He swings down and kicks the robber against the opposite wall. He crashes against it with a groan and Peter webs him up.
“Surprise, bet you were expecting the other man in red.”
The woman he was robbing is crouched down in an opposite corner, her purse extended outwards as if she was about to hand it to him. He walks over to the woman and extends a hand to help her up, his head turns to continue talking to the robber.
“Not Santa of course, but I’m sure when that man in red visits, you’ll be getting a lot of coal.”
The man opens his mouth to yell something back and Peter webs it shut, finally turning his attention back to the woman.
“Are you alright ma’am?” She stares at him incredulously. She nods, mouth hanging open slightly.
“Spider-Man?”
“That’s me, now make sure you call the police, that webbing dissolves in about an hour,” Peter responds before climbing up to the roof and walking away from the edge, staring up at the cloudy sky.
“All in a day's wo-” He bounces off of something and quickly looks back down, expecting to see a wall.
God damn spidey senses are out of whack lately.
In front of him stands the man in red himself. The sexy piece of ass that Deadpool had mentioned earlier. Peter composes himself, heat rushing to his face with embarrassment, both at the thought and the fact that he had run into him.
“Well, well, well, speak of the devil” Peter snorts. “If it isn’t Hell’s Kitchen’s man in red himself.” Peter extends his hand, regaining composure. “Spider-Man, at your service.” Daredevil looks down at his hand, and back up to his face, not shaking it.
“Yeah, I know who you are, what are you doing out of Queens?” His voice is gruff, deep. Peter frowns and lowers his hand.
“I was getting bored, I needed a change of scenery.” Daredevil nods, clearly not believing him.
“And you chose Hell’s Kitchen?” Peter nods.
“I wasn’t sure if The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen was actually real or not, but look” he extends his hands towards the other man in exaggeration. “Here he is in the flesh.” Daredevil simply stares. His silence was off-putting, making Peter slightly uncomfortable. He lowers his hands and they brushs smoothly against the side of his suit.
“So can I go back to patrolling or…” Peter trails off as Daredevil's head snaps to the right. Peter cranes his neck, listening for whatever Daredevil might be hearing. “What’s going on?” Daredevil shakes his head and starts backing up.
“Just come with me, you can ask more questions later.” And then he ran off, leaping from one roof to the next. Peter falters, slightly surprised, and runs to the edge of the roof. There was a large gap between the two, one that he would need a running start to be able to leap between.
“Woah.” He could not wait to tell Deadpool about this after.