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Peter was ecstatic. He had been invited to join Daredevil and Deadpool on his first official mission. He had spoken with the two before, exchanged information in case anything was needed, but today, tonight, he would really be a part of a team.
He made sure he made extra web fluid at school on Friday, and put his suit through the wash to prepare. Daredevil had even mentioned he knew a guy who could make a real suit, and that they could talk after their mission about it.
Peter swung up to their designated meeting place, the roof of an apartment complex right outside Hells Kitchen.
Daredevil was already there and nodded at him once he landed.
“Spider-Man.” He greeted, looking into the distance. Peter wasn’t sure if it was the way his mask looked, but always seemed to be giving Peter a thousand yard stare. It creeped him out sometimes.
“Hey Big D!” He greeted.
“Don’t call me that.” Daredevil responded, all serious. He wasn’t mad though, Peter had seen Daredevil mad, and that wasn’t it.
“Where’s Deadpool?” He asked, changing the subject.
“Late. He’s always late. That’s why I told him we were going to start thirty minutes ago.”
There was a lull in conversation after that. It was always quiet with just Peter and Daredevil, not uncomfortable usually, just quiet.
Daredevil tilted his head, “He’s here.” He announced.
Peter listened, and a moment later he heard him as well, whistling a tune as he strolled towards their location.
Peter began stretching idly while he waited, trying to get out some of his energy.
“Hi Spidey, Hi Daredevil!” Deadpool announced as he slammed open the door leading to the roof.
“Little D!” Peter announced, because it pissed Deadpool off and was hilarious to Peter as the immature high schooler he was.
“I’ll have you know Spidey I have a full twelve inches do-“
“Deadpool.” Daredevil cut him off.
Deadpool rolled his eyes, “Spideys young but not too young for dick jokes.”
“Can we just- get planning?” Daredevil said, a plea in his voice.
“Alright alright, what’s the situation?”
Deadpool settled on the floor and Daredevil sat as well, so Peter followed suit.
“There’s an armed group operating in the basement of a warehouse a block and a half from here. From what I can tell there’s maybe 60 people, no more than 100.”
Deadpool whistled at the impressive number and Daredevil continued.
“All are fairly skilled with a gun, but none should be too exceptional at hand to hand combat. The leader is Fred Treampry, he’s organizing a large scale drug and weapon trafficking operation. They are scheduled to start next week.”
“The basement has sixteen small windows at the top that we should all be able to fit through. There’s two stairs and an elevator leading from the inside. There’s a small loft wrapping around the very top near the windows used for storage. The weapons they have shouldn’t be too dangerous, just normal guns, but some of the weapons they are selling are things much more dangerous that could threaten the stability of the building.”
“So, thoughts?” Daredevil asked, looking between Peter and Deadpool.
Peter was taken aback, he assumed one of them would be telling him what to do.
“Let’s have Spidey give it a go.” Deadpool suggested, nudging Peter in the arm.
“Uhm, well…” Peter thought as a plan began formulating in his mind.
“It’s best to enter through the windows if we can do so quietly. We should enter from different sides if we can and get a better idea of how many there are. If it’s too noisy to do that though we could go in the stairwells and try to take them out slowly, or sneak in without noticing?” He ended it as a question.
“That’s good,” Daredevil said, and Peter practically glowed at the praise, “the stairwells could be hard, so we should definitely use those as a last resort.”
“I think Deadpool should drop in first if we go the window route. If they are clustered together you can use a smoke bomb,” daredevil shared similar values to Peter when it came to killing, Deadpool did not, “then Spider-Man and I should come down and help finish off any of the rest.”
“Sounds good to me,” Deadpool stood up, “Let’s get this show on the road!”
“Wait,” Daredevil held out a hand and Deadpool dramatically dropped back down.
“It’s Spider-Mans first time, we should lay some ground rules.”
Daredevil took a small device out of his pocket, “Use this to talk to us. It only works if you tap it first but if your hands are busy you can use your shoulder. If they stop working you can call out my name then whisper what you need to say and I will hear it.”
Peter took the earbud and turned away to pull his mask up and put it in. The other two dutifully turned around to avoid catching any glimpse of his face.
“If you get hurt enough that fighting is difficult let us know. One of us will come help you. If for whatever reason you need to leave or need a break, let us know. Don’t be embarrassed if you’re too winded, or get a flashback, or something. It happens.”
Peter nods.
Daredevil hesitates then.
“In this field, there’s no garuntee you will live.”
Peter paused at the change in tone. He knew this of course, but it was odd to hear it said out loud.
“If something happens out there and you don’t make it, do you want one of us to contact someone and what would you like us to tell them?”
Peter took a breath. He wanted aunt May to know of course, but did he trust the two with his aunts information?
Apparently he had hesitated for too long and Daredevil had picked up on his conundrum.
“You don’t have to give us a phone number or anything. It can be a message passed through a few different people or a note left somewhere.”
“Can you… there’s a deli shop in queens. Delmars deli? Can you tell Mr. Delmar to tell the wife of the man who used to get his pickled smooshed real flat to check behind the second bedrooms bulletin board?” Peter regretted saying that. It was way to complicated-
“You got it kid.” Daredevil gave him a thumbs up.
“Oh. Alright. Thanks.”
“Can we please go ki- grievously injure people now?”
Daredevil nodded and they were off.
Peter took the north side of the building, Daredevil the West and Deadpool the East.
“I found an open window,” Peter announced, “I can slip through and there’s some boxes to take cover with.”
“Perfect,” Daredevils scratchy voice came though, “I found some too.”
“Nothing on this side, I’ll check the south.” Deadpool said.
Peter slipped in silently and peeked around. It was how Daredevil had described it, mostly storage.
There was about eighty people, so a bit more than the original guess, but nothing unmanageable.
“I’m in.” Said Deadpool.
A lot of the guards, maybe thirty, were clustered towards the middle, playing a game of cards. The rest were spread out, sitting or standing idly among the boxes.
After a few moments a device from the south side, from Deadpool, was thrown among the cluster. A puff of smoke exploded and then gunshots rang out.
The rest of the guards stood at attention once more and started looking around for the threat. A few of them noticed Peter and Daredevil in the loft and soon everyone did.
“Rude!” Peter exclaimed as a man shot at him and he swung down, kicking him in the face.
He dodged a few bullets, one grazing his arm, and took out some other people.
A quick glance proved the other two faring similarly.
It was eerily quiet as they fought. There wasn’t any backround music like in the movies, just a cluster of gunshots and grunts.
He took guns out of the hands of a couple guards and they stood confused for a moment, unsure of how to continue.
“Oh sorry! Did you need these?” He asked as he webbed them securely to a wall.
They ran and before Peter could chase after them he was being assulted by more gunfire. Oh well, Daredevil was by the door, they wouldn’t be getting out any time soon.
He made quick work of a lot of them, knocking them out or webbing them up. He could hear Deadpool in the backround, making quips not dissimilar to his own.
Peter jumped up onto some boxes, dodging some bullets as he landed to get a better view of the surrounding area.
The guards were dropping in numbers pretty quickly. He had already taken out a good twenty by himself and the rest were making similar progress.
His spider senses tingled and Peter ducked on instinct, eyes landing on the object being thrown at him.
His eyes widened as he reached out to grab it. It was a bomb.
His spider sense roared as he grabbed onto it and immediately went to throw it.
The easiest place would be the south window, it was a long shot but the best decision. If Deadpool got caught in the blast he would recover, and if the building was damaged the escape routes would likely stay clear.
He threw it with all his strength and accuracy and it almost made it out the window. Almost.
It was just feet away when it exploded, rocking the whole building and if it weren’t for his stickiness Peter would have been knocked off the boxes he was on.
There was a handful of boxes up there, but none contained bombs if the lack of domino explosions was anything to go off of.
The loft was damaged, fallen to the ground, but nobody was stuck underneath.
“Everyone okay?” Peter asked through the comms.
“Good.” Daredevil replied.
“That was so fucking awesome! Good job Spidey! Baby’s first explosive!” Peter could see Deadpool’s dramatic theatrics from his peripheral view.
He didn’t have time to respond as more people started shooting at him.
After the explosion it was uneventful. They took out everyone and then the big bad guy came down and Daredevil took him out.
The sirens in the background was their cue to leave. All three exited through the East loft and Spider-Man ended up carrying them both up to a roof to avoid the police fanning out.
Then they ran a bit, still without saying a word, until they were a good mile away.
“That was…” Peter paused as he panted, “so… fucking cool!” He jumped up.
“I mean holy shit did you see that they were all-“ he mimed throwing the bomb, “and then I was all-“ he pretended to catch it and slow motion throw it into the distance.
“Aww the little spiders all grown up,” Deadpool exclaimed, a comically late tear somehow falling from his mask.
“I’m so proud of you!” He shouted, and then tackled a laughing Peter to the ground.
Peter glanced at Daredevil, half expecting a disapproval, but found a soft smile on his face.
“Alright boys,” Daredevil said, “let’s debrief.”
“Me first!” Deadpool raised his hand and Daredevil nodded towards him.
“I got shot twenty-seven times. I got punched in the face. I got hit by a flying piece of metal. And screamed at multiple times, which counts because it hurt emotionally.”
Deadpool finished and turned to Peter, “Your turn now. You just state any injury’s you got, even if they healed over.”
“Oh, uh…” Peter thought for a moment as he mentally went through his body for any injury’s, “I got grazed on the shoulder,” he inspected it, “it’s just a scratch now though.”
“My fingers got burned a bit from the bomb, but those are starting to heal now. I’ll put some cream on it and they should be good tomorrow morning.”
“Perfect,” Deadpool praised, “now for the one without super healing!” He waved jazz hands around Daredevil.
“Actually not so bad. I got a graze on my leg but nothing horrible. Few bad bruises that’ll hurt like a bitch for a few days, but that’s all.” Daredevil finished.
“Spider-Man,” Daredevil asked, “you threw that bomb.”
Peter put his head down, “Yeah, I’m sorry. I think I know who did it and I shouldn’t have-“
“Breathe.” Daredevil placated, “It was really quick thinking I was going to say you did a good job.”
“You-“ Peter paused, “oh. Thank you.”
Daredevil just nodded.
“Well, it’s a whopping five hours past my eight pm bedtime, so I’m going to go home now.” Deadpool stretched as he began to leave.
“Good job today newbie!” He called out as he left.
Peter and Daredevil watched him go.
“He’s right, you did really good today. I’m going to have a talk with that guy I know about the suit, I’ll be in contact with you soon.”
And like that Daredevil was gone too.
Peter swung back to his own patrol area. He was still so pent up from the mission he didn’t think he’d be able to sleep if he tried.
They thought he did a good job. They thought he did a good job.
Peter let out a loud, “Woooo!” As he swung low to the ground, searching for any impending car accidents.
After an hour or so he went home, finally feeling tired enough to sleep.
Two weeks later, Daredevil showed up while Peter was taking care of a robbery.
“Hey kid!” He shouted, raising a hand to him once all the robbers are webbed up.
Peter waved back and Daredevil nodded his head outside, signaling for him to follow.
Peter does so, and follows him outside after making sure one of the witnesses was on the phone with the police. The chill air hit him as he exited and looked around, hearing for Daredevil.
He picked up on his heartbeat and made his way into a nearby alley.
Daredevil was leaning against a wall, a bag in his hand reading “Happy Birthday!” with bright yellow tissue paper.
“Deadpool wrapped it.” Daredevil explained, holding it out to him.
Peters eyes widened as he gently took the bag. It was nowhere near his birthday but he understood and appreciated Deadpool’s humor.
“Is this…” he looked to Daredevil who nodded.
“Oh my god!” He whispered, reaching his hand into the bag and pulling out the contents.
Staring back at him was a Spiderman mask. It felt similar to Daredevils suit, same material. Thicker than his normal mask.
He dropped the mask into the bag and then dropped the bag.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” He jumped up, wrapping himself around Daredevil in a hug.
He had a suit, a real suit! This was the best day of Peters entire life.
Daredevil let out a laugh, wrapping his arms around Peter back, “I’m glad you like it,” he chuckled.
“Are you kidding! This is the best day of my life! Oh my god it looks cool as fuck!” He releases Daredevil and excitedly pulls the mask back out to admire it.
Daredevil smiles, “alright, since I did that for you, you need to do me a favor.”
Peter looked up, “sure, anything.”
Daredevils smile faded, “first, never agree to a favor that quick. Second, you don’t actually owe me anything because you never asked me to do this. And last, you’re going to agree to let me teach you.”
Peter was taken aback by the response. Why wouldn’t he owe Daredevil, the man had gone out of his way to get him a suit.
“Teach?” He asked.
“Not to be rude, but your fighting sucks.” Peter deflated a bit.
“Oh.”
Daredevil shifted, “you rely on your strength, which works, but someday you may find your strength isn’t enough. You’ve done good with what you have, but I want you to be ready in case something as strong as you comes by someday.”
Spiderman nodded. Daredevil had a good point. He didn’t know how to fight. He could dodge bullets and throw a punch and that was about it.
He wasn’t too worried about fighting someone stronger than him. He had to pull all his punches anyways, but it would be good to learn some actual technique.
“Okay.” He agreed.
Daredevils mouth twitched into a small smile, “please never agree to be trained by a strange man in an alleyway that quickly again.”
“Oh. Yeah, uhm…” Peter paused, “I’ll have to think on it…”
He mimed out thinking, dramatically tapping his finger on his chin.
“I’ve thought it out, and I’ll have to agree.”
Daredevil let out a chuckle, “okay, head home for tonight. Tomorrow I’ll come find you and we can start. Sound good?”
“Sure thing!”
Daredevil clapped him on his back, “See you around.”
“Thank you Daredevil!” He yelled out as Daredevil left.