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Peter stood at the doorway of Matt’s apartment, coming here was a mistake, even more so in his civilian clothes for reasons outside of vigilante work. Matt probably knew he was here already though, from smell or something insanely minuscule such as that. He hadn’t answered the door yet, which was making Peter increasingly scared that this was all a horrible idea or that the other masked man wasn’t going to be there.
It wasn’t like they had met up outside of work before, well more outside than normal. They had seen each other in their daily clothes before, but that was more of a passing sort of thing - it wasn’t like this at all. Peter was actively seeking Matt out, and he was probably going to bleed on the doorstep if he didn’t get let in soon.
He knocked again, then a hurried voice came from the other side, “I’m coming!” Peter drew back, that didn’t sound like Matt at all.
Oh shit, did he end up stumbling into the wrong apartment complex? Wrong house? That couldn’t be right though, he had Matt’s address as an emergency spot, he had triple checked that it was the right one as Matt had told him - something about if he ever needed a place to stay or if things went sideways while he was patrolling because no, Wade didn’t properly know how to bandage a wound no matter how much he tried to say differently.
Before Peter could stumble away, maybe he had been wrong after all, someone opened the door. Peter absentmindedly thought that he probably should have texted Matt that he was coming over. “How can I- you’re bleeding.” Yep, that wasn’t Matt, not in the slightest. His hair was blond for one, and longer, and his face and overall build were completely different than the Devil. There was also the fact that this man could clearly see - so not Matt. The man sighed, “You’re one of Matt’s friends aren’t you?”
Peter gulped, “Uh yeah, I can go though if he’s not home?”
He was about to walk away when the man ushered him inside, “Don’t even think about it, you look like Hell and I’ll be damned if I let one of Matt’s friends die out on the streets.”
That got him to relax a little bit, only slightly, “Thanks.”
“Go sit on the couch, I’ll call him up.” Peter did as he was told. Everything ached as he laid down, from his toes to the tips of his fingers. Today had not been a good day for one Peter Parker. It seemed that Murphy’s Law was totally at work, everything had gone wrong in his life. There had already been a problem at school, which had resulted in many of the injuries he had now, then he had nearly gotten mugged when he was walking home, and to top it all of being at home hadn’t been the best either.
His ribs ached and his stomach groaned, there was dried blood on his scalp and a black eye that should have been cleared up by now but wasn’t. That was a problem too, most of the time Peter just slept off injuries like this, they hurt in the moment, but soon after it would be like nothing had ever happened at all. Something was up with his healing factor though - Peter hadn’t told anyone, not Deadpool or Daredevil, and he wasn’t about to tell this man he had never met, who apparently had some idea of who he was though, that something was up with his spidey powers.
Peter thought it was probably because of stress and his dwindling diet; he didn’t tell anyone about that either.
The man returned, a supply kit in hand, “I’m Foggy, forgot to tell you that.”
“Peter.” He would have done the nice thing and reached out a hand to shake, but he was using it to relieve some of the ache in his side.
“Okay,” Foggy seemed overwhelmed as he gave Peter a look over, “Well I would say it’s nice to meet you, but I would have rather met under different circumstances.” Peter agreed with that, “And I’ll also say I have no clue what to do with any of this, Matt usually just patches himself up or goes over to another person’s house.” Oh, Peter didn’t know that. Foggy was already telling him more about Matt’s life then Peter had heard from the man himself.
“I can do it-” He reached over to the kit, but immediately his body blossomed with pain and he reeled back.
Foggy took a deep breath, preparing himself it seemed, “How about you walk me through the steps since you seem like an expert, and I’ll do my best.” Peter couldn’t argue with that, no matter how nervous the man seemed with all the blood and bruising. He nodded and began the process of explaining to Foggy what to do - it was a lot more tedious - and it painfully reminded him of another event in his life, a year ago, where there had been a girl he loved doing the same thing.
“I’m guessing you’re a vigilante too? Matt seems to collect them all.”
He stifled a laugh at that one, “Was it that obvious?”
Foggy dabbed hydrogen peroxide on a pretty gruesome cut, making him wince some, “Usually people don’t get this messed up, and if you were coming to Matt for help, I could only assume it was because you were out doing whatever it is you all do.”
Peter frowned, laying back and refusing to meet Foggy’s gaze, “It wasn’t from patrol.”
There was a beat of silence, constricting him, stealing the air from his lungs.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Peter shook his head, “Then we won’t, for now, but if this keeps happening I want you to tell someone, okay?”
Tell someone? Who was he supposed to tell? It wasn’t like he could tell May - that would be laughable - there wasn’t anyone left at school any more that cared about him. His best friend in the entire world was off in some maximum security prison now because of him. Peter had never felt so alone, it beat down on him worse than any hand could. “Okay.” He could lie though; Foggy didn’t need to know all the horrible details about his personal life.
“Good.”
There was a commotion from the front door, both of them turned to look, “Who is it!” Standing there, his clothes in a disarray and his cane missing - Peter’s mind wondered if Matt even needed his cane, it wasn’t like he used it when they were out patrolling. “Wade I swear to God, if its you again I’m going to-”
“It’s Peter,” his own voice seemed so far away, “Your place was closest.”
Matt rushed over to his side, giving him a one over in the strange way that only Matt Murdock could do, before turning to Foggy, “You helped?”
Foggy scoffed, “I’m not completely hopeless you know.”
Matt smiled, “I know.”
Peter looked at the two; he knew a few things about Matt, that he was a lawyer by day leather clad vigilante by night, that he had a business partner who he had known for years but never spoke his name - Peter easily assumed that Foggy was said partner - but most of the personal details became muddled. He never spoke about any family, or really about his past at all, he was even more of a mystery than Wade was and Wade’s story was insane.
The older’s expression turned serious again, “You’re not in your suit.”
Of course Matt had to pick up on that one, “Wasn’t wearing it.”
“Where were you?”
“Flushing.”
“My place isn’t closer than yours would have been.” Shit, Peter’s heart began racing - not a good sign because Matt could pick up on those things.
Foggy placed a hand on Matt’s shoulder, he didn’t flinch in the way Peter had noticed he did when other people did the same, “Let’s not interrogate the kid alright? Come on Peter, let’s finish patching you up.” Any of the reluctantness Foggy had before had been stripped away which Peter was immensely grateful for.
They chatted a bit, but he could sense that Matt had some other questions he wanted to ask, but those could wait, for now he was safe and that was all that mattered.