Chapter 6
“Peter! Your phones ringing!” Ned called from his room.
“Who is it?”
“It says Salem… holy shit you have Salems number?!”
Peter grabbed the phone from Ned as he entered his room.
“Hello?”
Gunshots sounded over the phone and Salems screaming filled his ears, “Fuck, shit, fuck! Fuck you! Rot in hell motherfuckers!”
There was a loud crash and a grunt then Salem some, “Spidey you have a med kit right? I’m gonna assume you have a med kit there’s no way you haven’t been stabbed yet.”
“I have a med kit why?”
“Fuck, well congrats you’ve reached the level of Friendship where you unlock the first piece of my tragic backstory I’m an ex HYDRA assassin and after being out for 8 years they’ve decided to try to fuck up my life again.”
Peter could here a thud and a groan, “I’m currently bleeding out on a rooftop in Queens and you’re the closest person I know if I’m correct in assuming you live in Queens.”
“I-I do,” Peter answered, glancing up at Ned and MJ, “Where are you?”
“Uh… buidling, corner of Maryweather and… Fern lane.”
“That’s right by my apartment, if I give you the address can you get here?”
“Yeah but are you sure? Coming to your apartment kinda entails an identity reveal and like I’m legally dead so if my identity gets revealed it’s not that big of a deal but I’m gonna go out on a limb here,” Salem snorted at that, “And say you’re not legally dead.”
“How are you legally dead,” MJ and Ned glanced at him confused.
“Sorry my friend you haven’t yet unlocked that part of my tragic backstory.”
“Ok then but yeah I’m sure you can come here. Two of my friends are over though, they know about Spider-Man.”
“ ‘s fine. Address?”
“3381 Jefferson lane. Apartment 308.”
“Got it. Be there in five.”
— — — —
Peter opened his window just as Salem thudded down onto his fire escape.
“Hey, don’t mind me, I’m just gonna die here.”
“Salem, it’s Spidey.”
They glanced at him and then snorted, “Red owes me five bucks. He bet you were a ginger, not everyone’s a heathen like him.”
“Daredevils a ginger?!” Peter questioned in surprise.
“Yup. Now can I get a little help.”
“Right,” Peter pulled Salem through his window, Ned watching in shock and MJ in mild interest. He let go of Salem and went to grab the med kit, hands coated in blood, wait, “Is your blood black?!” Peter shouted in alarm.
Salem nodded, muttering something about, “Poison magic blood.”
“I’m guessing I haven’t unlocked that part of your backstory.”
“We don’t even know each other’s names.”
“Peter, those two are Ned and MJ”
Salem raised a bloody hand in greeting and reached up to take off their face mask and helmet, “Finn, eye for an eye, identity for an identity and all that.”
Finn was pale and clearly a teen, probably the same age as Peter. Mid length brown curls that had been tied back in a ponytail had been exposed with the absence of their helmet and hood. Their eyes were a bright lilac and they had a long scar across the left side of their face and one across the bridge of their nose. There were some smaller scars scattered across that Peter wouldn’t have noticed if it weren’t for his enhanced vision.
“Ok now that we’ve got that over with… med kit? Cause I am still actively bleeding out.”
“Right, yeah.”
— — — —
When Peter had finally finished patching Salem- Finn up the four teens had settled into an awkward silence.
“So…” They spoke, attempting to break the silence.
“How did you not pass out?!” Ned blurted.
Finn opened their mouth to answer when a loud ring sounded, they pulled out their phone, answering the call, “Red.”
“Where are you?”
“Uhh… Spideys apartment. I got stabbed, HYDRAS in town apparently.”
“Fuck.”
“Yeah, fuck.”
“I’m coming to get you.”
“Your going to come to Queens as DD?”
“No, I’m coming in civies.”
“To spideys apaartment?”
“Just tell him I’m your friend or some shit.”
“I would but im like 99% sure he has super hearing and heard this entire conversation. Yeah-he definitely does,” They spoke watching as Peter blushed and looked away.
“You know what, fuck it. Add him to the in the know chat I guess.”
“And Spidey if any news of my or Salems identity gets out i will rip you limb from limb.”
“Don’t scare the baby Matthew.”
Instead of responding he hung up, Finn beamed at their phone.
“You didn’t tell him my address.”
They shrugged, “He’ll find us.”
“O…k?”
Ned cleared his throat behind Peter, “Should we go? Are you guys gonna have a superhero meeting? That’s so cool.”
“We’re vigilantes, not superheroes.”
“Oh, why not?”
“Superheroes are people like Iron Man and Captain America who only come down from their ivory tower once in a blue moon, vigilantes on the other hand help the city and get shot at by cops.”
Ned paled, glancing at Peter, “You get shot at by cops!”
“Pigs,” MJ commented.
Finns head snapped to her, “I like you.”
— — — —
After Ned had finished his crisis about Peter getting shot at by cops he and MJ had headed home, leaving Finn and Peter to wait for Daredevil.
Harsh knocking jolted Peter out of his musings, and rushed over to open the door.
“Where are they?”
“Holy shit you’re blind.”
“No shit, Salem?”
“I’m here Matt.”
“What happened?” Daredevil- Matt apparently side stepped Peter and walked over to Salem.
“HYDRA, they surprised me, got a lucky hit in, knife to the stomach. I kept the knife though,” They smiled, pulling a knife out of one of the holsters on their cargo pants.
“They’re so stupid honestly, should have just taken out my leg.”
“Wouldn’t the stomach hurt worse?” Peter asked.
“Obviously but…” They lifted up their pant leg and Peter caught a glint of silver and then black metal, “disable the leg and I’m down. Takes a lot to do that though.”
“You have a metal leg! That’s so cool!” Peter exclaimed, “Did you design it, it looks pretty high tech, I-“
“You’re rambling here kid,” Matt interrupted.
“Right, sorry. Shit I didn’t even- I’m Peter… Parker.”
“Matt Murdock.”
“We usually just call him idiot,” Salem quipped.
“I’m gonna kick you out of my apartment if you continue being mean to me,” He spoke sarcastically.
“No you wont, and if you do I’ll tell Foggy.”
“That’s not fair Foggy likes you more than me.”
“Everyone likes me more than you.”
“No everyone’s more scared of you than me.”
“Potato, tomato.”