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Peter had just wanted a normal day. No villains invading New York City, no evil plan of the week for him to stop. A normal day.
Was that too much to ask for? Apparently so.
Seventh period, AP Economics, Peter’s least favorite class. He sat in the front, foot tapping restlessly, as his teacher droned on about hyperinflation. Peter looked towards the clock on the wall. He watched it tick. Counted the seconds as they went by.
He sighed. The class was too slow, and he couldn’t take it.
The back of his neck tingled. He pushed down the relief at something to distract him and focused on his senses. What was wrong? It took a moment to find it, but when he did, he slammed his face into his desk.
Someone with a very familiar heartbeat climbed up the wall of the school.
Did the universe hate him?
Ned, behind him, poked his shoulder. He turned to face the frown with one of his own. Peter pointed to the window and signed a name discreetly, the practiced ASL easy to sign with one hand. Ned’s eyes widened comically. He beamed at Peter and bounced in his seat, eyes flickering between him and the window.
Peter raised his hand, three fingers up. With a deadpan expression, he counted down the seconds.
Three. Two. One.
Tap tap .
Peter swerved his head to meet Daredevil’s eyes. He heard Matt snicker under the mask, and he resisted the urge to make a rude gesture.
“Mr. Parker,” the teacher snapped him out of the staring contest with Daredevil. “Care to tell us what you’re looking at?”
Oh, Peter thought to himself. They couldn’t see him from his position. Hah.
“Nothing important, Coach Davis,” he smirked. “Just watching an idiot climb up the side of a building.”
There was a squeak of protest from the other side of the window. Matt swung himself sideways, into the view of the other students, and pounded on the glass, frowning. He settled his masked forehead onto the glass. His horns made a noise against it.
The rest of the class reacted as one. Some pulled out their phones, while others scrambled from the desks in a hurry to press themselves against the farthest wall. Peter just sighed and rested his cheek on his upturned palm.
“There he is,” he said.
Daredevil banged on the glass once more, and Peter heard the silent command.
He stood from his desk. Ned pulled at his arm, but it was no use. Coach Davis called his name and told him not to move, that there was a security threat to be handled. Peter went to the window anyways.
He jerked the window up. “What do you want?” he demanded.
“Knock, knock,” Matt cheerfully ignored Peter’s question. He hefted himself up to sit on the window sill, one leg in and one out, and grinned.
“Nobody’s there, Daredevil. Go back to Hell’s Kitchen and bother the other Defenders. I’m in school .”
Peter waved away the calls of his name that came from behind him. He crossed his arms and scowled. Bucky had taught him that scowl, and he knew it worked.
“Oh, come on, Pete. Let me have a little fun, please?”
He huffed. “Who’s there?” he gritted out.
“Ken.”
“Ken who?”
“Ken I come in? It’s cold out here.” Matt looked so proud of himself, and Peter had to fight the urge to push him out of the window.
“I’m going to kill you one day, and no one will blame me.”
“Peter!” Coach Davis called, apparently putting his foot down. “Get back from there this instant. Do not engage with strangers. Abe, go get security from the Commons, quickly.”
Abe hurried out of the room. The door shut behind him, and there was silence.
“Hey, Daredevil,” MJ said casually. Ned waved, and Matt waved back, grinning the whole time.
“Hey, MJ, Ned. How are you guys doing?”
“Devil,” Peter interrupts, voice strained. “Why are you here?”
“Oh,” Matt reached down to his belt. He pulled out a note that had been tucked under it, and he handed it over to Peter. “Deadpool wanted me to give this to you. Apparently he misses you, and you haven’t been returning his calls, which is rude. I thought we raised you better than that.”
Peter dragged a hand over his face.
“I swear- No, nevermind. Thank you for the note, Daredevil. If you would please leave the way you came before security gets here, that would be great. Thank you.”
He made a shooing motion as Matt pouted.
Finally, finally , Matt fell backwards out of the window. Peter tilted his head back and breathed out the breath he had been holding as Matt landed in a bush. That idiot man.
“Peter,” Coach Davis said lowly, “what were you thinking? That man is a known vigilante with a long assault record.”
“With all due respect, Coach,” MJ drawled, “were you listening to anything that horned idiot said? He knows Peter, and Peter knows him. It’s that simple. And if you watched the news, you would know that Daredevil only goes after criminals. So unless you’re hiding a record under that plaid button-up, you’re safe.”
Coach Davis- well, the only word that worked would be- gawked openly at MJ. “Ms. Jones, you watch your mouth-”
The door slammed open. Two burly security guards came in, hands on their belts. Abe peeked in behind them.
“Where’d the guy go?” Abe asked, eyebrows drawn together,
Peter sat heavily back in his desk.
“So, Coach, what were you saying about hyperinflation?”