Class of 2013
Mom, I'm tired
Can I sleep in your house tonight?
Mom, is it alright
If I stay for a year or two?
Mom, I'll be quiet
It would be just to sleep at night
And I'll leave once I figure out
How to pay for my own life too
Mom, would you wash my back?
This once, and then we can forget
And I'll leave what I'm chasing
For the other girls to pursue
Mom, am I still young?
Can I dream for a few months more?
Mitski- Class of 2013
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Pain is all Peter knows when he wakes up.
Groaning, Peter goes to sit up but before he can a pair of hands gently push him back down.
In a state of panic, Peter blindly pushes the hands away and flails. A voices shushes him, gently guiding him to lay back down whispering assuring words into the air.
The voice lulls Peter back to a restless sleep.
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When Peter comes back to, he senses someone else in the room (what? He doesn’t remember this room) with him.
Tensing, he waits for the person to make a move.
“I’m glad your awake. How are you feeling?” A familiar gruff voice sounds. Hang on-
“Daredevil?” Peter asks in disbelief. His mouth making a ‘pop’ sound when it forms an ‘O’ shape.
Daredevil smirks in amusement, before remembering why Peter was there and becoming serious.
“You are dehydrated and from the looks-” at this Daredevil smirked “-of it you haven’t eaten in a while.”
“Yeah, funny story-“ Peter started and then stopped.
What was he supposed to say?
‘Oh yeah, I don’t have enough money or energy, especially after everyone forgot about me when doctor strange made a spell!’
No that’s stupid and would get him sent to a mental institution.
Before he could think of something Daredevil spoke.
“I’ve made breakfast it’s nothing astounding, sorry about that.” He apologises.
He passes Peter a plate that he hadn’t noticed was there, wow he really needs to be more careful.
Then, heavenly smells burst through Peters nose. Eyes widening, he tries to sit up, Daredevil rushing over to help him up.
A quick ‘Thanks’ of gratitude was thrown at DD, Aunt may would have his head if didn’t-
Aunt mays dead, she can’t and it’s all your fault.
Shaking that thought out his head, he sets to work on his food.
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Once Peters done, Double D walks back into the room (when did he leave, God Dammit Peter, you really need to work on concentrating more)
He takes Peters plate and makes his way over to the kitchen, setting it on the counter.
When he walks back towards Peter he sits down on a nearby chair, sliding his fingers gracefully across the top.
“How are old are you?” Daredevil asks bluntly.
“W-what? Why would I tell you?” Peter sputters.
Daredevil folds his hands in his lap.
“From that I can tell your young. But, you should still tell me. I want to help you. I can show you Self-Defense and help you heal emotionally as well as physically.”
Peter sits there gaping, mouth opening and closing like a fish. Sighing, he closes his eyes and hangs his head.
“17.” Peter mumbles.
Daredevil puts his head in his hands.
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An hour after that interesting (that’s one way to put it) discussion, Peter falls into a fitfull sleep.
Gravel is everywhere, dirts on his fingers along with blood.
“Aunt May?” Peter trembles, looking at the blood from his fingers then to mays side where the blood had come from.
May gasps in pain, falling to the ground. Peter too slow to catch her.
“Oh Peter, I’m not feeling to well.”
“Hey, hey Aunt May. Keep your eyes open, it’s just you and me hey?” Peter shakily speaks.
Why oh why, please please. Not Aunt May-
Jolting up, he gasps.
“It’s ok, you’re here with me Ma- Daredevil. You’re in my apartment in Hells Kitchen. You’re fine.” The devil seems to ramble a little.
Over time, Peters breathing goes to a more normal and not as concerning pace, the devils rambled assurances helping.
Apologising, Peter moves to sit in a more comfortable position.
“It’s fine, everyone has nightmares sometimes.” He smiles crookedly, a more natural smile not the dangerous cocky smile he flashes when he’s on patrol.
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As the sun rises more, Peter guesses it’s around midday, the devil and Peter slowly accept each other’s company.
“Spider-Man, I trust you enough, I know that you will not tell my secret will you?” DD seems to become serious.
Nodding, Peter speaks up “Man, I know what it’s like- I mean, I wouldn’t want my identity out so why would I tell anyone yours?”
He seems to take this as a sign, and he takes off his mask.
Oh shit.
Peters eyes widen for the millionth time that day.
Matt Murdock is Daredevil.
“Mr Murdock?” Peter asks shakily
“How do you know that?” He ask defensively.
“I- I I’ve got to go.” Peter jumps, clinging to the roof and scrambling to the open window.
“Wait!” The devil calls.
“I won’t tell anyone! I promise, but I have to go.” He says sincerely but a little shakily.
He swings to his apartment, making it impossible to follow or see.
Why does Peters life always go to shit?