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The winter air was really starting to get to Peter; there was only so much his thin spandex suit could do to fight against the chill. It was times like these where he wished that he had been able to make it heated in some way, or at least chosen a fabric that wouldn’t let him freeze so much. It was bad enough that he had a difficult time thermoregulating ever since the spider bite - this was just the icing on the ice cream cake.
He was currently sitting on top of a building, out on patrol. It was December, but the icy cold of New York wasn’t going to let him have a break. There had to be a better way to fight against it than just jumping around, hoping that the blood flow would fix it all and he wouldn’t feel his fingers and toes freezing off.
Peter almost hoped that it was a more active night, that way the excitement of fighting off the criminals would be able to distract him from the cold that was biting - not nipping anymore - at his skin. He had accidentally stumbled into Hell’s Kitchen, a bit outside of where he usually patrolled, it wasn’t truly accidental though. He was praying to whoever would listen that the Devil would be out tonight and therefore could hopefully help him in his predicament.
Matt liked to pretend that he didn’t care about the other vigilantes in the city - but that would be the biggest lie in the world and that man knew when someone was lying. Sure, their friendship had been more than a bit rocky at the start, but it had been steadily getting better and better. They knew more about each other than they did two months ago and Peter counted that as a win. He couldn’t just stumble into Matt’s apartment though, that would be in bad taste, so instead he swung around the streets of Hell’s Kitchen hoping that Daredevil would be out patrolling.
What he didn’t know was that it was Thursday and Thursdays were saved for Matt and Foggy time. More reasons that Matt should tell him more than the barebones details about his life so Peter wouldn’t be caught up in horrible situations like these.
Why not just go home you may ask? Well, Peter didn’t want to be at home either, that cold would be a different kind, one where he could never fight it no matter how many layers he had because it was always able to find a way to dig into his chest and freeze him from the inside out.
Peter had just finished webbing up a would be assailant when he heard a gruff voice from behind him, “What the hell are you still doing out?” Peter cringed as he heard Matt’s voice echo through the alleyway. He hadn’t realized it had gotten so late - though deep down he knew that it was far too late, and too cold - for him to be out. It was a school night after all.
“Hey Matt,” Maybe if he covered it up with enough bravado Matt wouldn’t pick up on all the signs that he was nervous.
“Wait, you know Spider-Man? That seems like something you could have told me!” Peter gulped, so Foggy wasn’t in on all the vigilante business yet, fantastic, that didn’t make any of this ten times more awkward.
Matt sighed, “Yeah, and I know that he’s a massive idiot for staying out in the cold this long.”
Peter waved his hand, as if the man could actually see it, “Pft it’s not that cold.”
“Your teeth are chattering and I know for sure that you’re shivering right now.”
Peter acted like a kicked puppy, even if this was sort of what he wanted - not that he knew Foggy would be with Matt or that the other man wouldn’t know Peter was Spider-Man and that Matt knew Spider-Man - that didn’t mean he wanted it to go like this. He sort of expected the same ‘I’m acting like I don’t care, but I actually want to make sure you’re safe’ act that Matt usually had up.
He also didn’t expect Matt to shrug off the coat he had on and hand it in Peter’s general direction, “Take the coat and go home.” Peter wanted to argue a bit more, but the Devil was not someone to tread with lightly.
“Fine,” He took the coat, wrapping it around himself, and already felt the sweet release of warmth. “I’ll make sure to get this back to you!” He yelled, already heading off back to his house so that Matt wouldn’t have any more reason to be mad at him.
“Idiot.”
Foggy stared back at where the masked teen had disappeared, swinging off into the night, “When did you become friends with Spider-Man?! And why does he know who you are in the first place?”
Matt sighed, grabbing onto Foggy’s arm again, leading them back to the direction they had been going, “I’ll explain in the morning; it’s a long story.”