Chapter Seven
“So you were shot into my dimension?” Matt asked, the Spider-Woman nodded and grabbed a cold slice of pizza.
“Robbery gone wrong.” She explained. “I was guarding a cop and it all went downhill from there.” Her thoughts drifted to Frank and her heart stung. He saw it all happen. What was he doing now? Was he looking for her? Was he mourning her? Or did he think she was dead, gone forever? “I've seen some high-tech weapons, but nothing like that before.” Once his friends left for the night Jitterbug and Matt sat in the living room and thought up a plan. The woman discarded her mask in favor of eating cold leftovers from his celebration.
Traveling through the multiverse takes a lot out of you.
“When you said my name, you froze.” Matt brought up the moment from before. “Why was that?”
She ran a hand over her face. She hadn’t known the man long, but from what she saw and heard from his friends through the door, he was a good man. A man with strong morals set deep in his faith, and judging by his sense of aesthetic, dramatics, and costume she was gonna take a shot in the dark and say he was catholic.
Easy to say he wasn’t going to take the news well.
“I was shocked is all. Matt from my dimension is no saint, but believe me when I say you're nothing like that crook.”
He raised his brows. “He’s a criminal?”
She thought about the last time she saw Matt in her dimension. He had no issues with taking heroes out and even tried to recruit her to work for him. When she told him to shove it their relationship had been less than civil. Last time she saw him the pair had been fighting and had it not been for her webs, she would've taken a one way ride onto the street beneath them.
“Criminal is putting it lightly, blind boy is the new kingpin.” She cringed. “Uh. No offense.”
“You're kidding me. I work for Kingpin?”
“Yeah, was the guy’s little pocket lawyer and everything.” She snagged another slice of pizza, not noticing the way Matt’s face twisted as she told him of his dimensional doppelganger. “You did his dirty work in the courtroom and on the street. When Fisk got put into jail Murderdock took over his crime enterprise to keep it going and make rich boy proud. I've had a run in with him more than once. Safe to say I'm not a fan.” Jitterbug stopped ranting and looked at Matt. He had gone pale, holding his head in his hands and ready to vomit.
“Shit, man.” Nice going dumbass, she chastised herself. You just gave your only way of getting home an existential crisis.
“No,” He stammered. “I wouldn’t. I’d never-”
“Hey don’t get too hung up on it man. That Matt? That isn’t you.” She kneeled at his side. “I've only known you for about three hours now, but believe me when I say you two are as different as night and day. Because you? You're good. You give a shit about people.” Her eyes drifted to his hair and she smiled. “Plus, you're not a ginger.”
He cracked a smile. “He’s a ginger? No wonder he’s evil.”
Jitterbug giggled. “Right? And he’s a total beanpole! I mean he’s a martial arts master and all but still a skinny white boy. You've got more of a-” She waved a hand through the air. “Scruffy charm.”
His shoulders shook as he laughed. “Scruffy charm? I’m not sure if I should be flattered by that.”
“Oh you should. It’s a very big accomplishment.”
The pair laughed for a moment, before Matt cleared his throat.
“I uh, I think I have an idea.”
“Do tell Murdock, because as of right now I've got zilch.”
“You said the guy must've bought the weapon, right?”
“Oh yeah.” She scoffed. “Believe me when I saw this guy wasn’t a rocket scientist.”
“Well there's someone here who sells weapons, I’ve crossed his path more than a few times now.” Matt explained. “Apparently he’s gone legit, but I’m sure he still had some contacts. And if the dimensions are associated with each other then-”
“Maybe he knows somebody who’s doing the same thing!” Jitterbug jumped out of her seat.
“My point exactly.”
“You're a genius Murdock!” She ruffled the man’s hair and grabbed her mask off the armrest. “Let’s go pay your buddy a visit.”