What I Lost || sequel to Worth It

Six

I walked back into the apartment and carefully closed the door behind me.

I was so tired that even the uncomfortable couch seemed acceptable.

"How was your night?"

I fell off the couch and landed on my shoulder.

"MATT! Stop with the sneaky ninja moves." I groaned. I should be used to this but yet, here I am.

"No. I asked you a question." His voice was stern.

"Jeez, counselor. Calm down." I attempted to joke.

"No. I'm not gonna calm down. What the hell were you thinking! You killed someone after I explicitly told you not to."

"What was I thinking?" I raised my voice to match his "I was thinking that there was a gun pointed at my face and I had no other option. I'm sorry that I broke one of your precious rules but I would be dead if I hadn't." I snapped at him.

Matthew looked taken aback. He clearly thought that I did this for fun.

"I'm sorry." He apologized. "I didn't know."

"You couldn't have. There's no way for you to know. There's just a body and a murder weapon and multiple eye witnesses who saw me standing over said body. If it weren't for Peter, I would be in a jail cell by now."

"Peter? What did Peter do?" He asked.

"Well," I started. "The cops showed up and had me cornered. They had their guns raised and I was pretty much screwed. Right before I could turn around to surrender, he swung into action-literally- and brought me to Manhattan before the cops could get me." I shrugged.

"Spider-Man saved you from getting arrested? After you killed someone?" The disbelief was evident in his tone.

"self defense." I pointed out

"Not the point. The point is it was Peter. Did you guys talk?"

"Yeah he asked me how I knew him."

"What did you say?" Matt's asked.

"I lied. Told him that I just did enough research to figure out his identity. He bought it."

3rd Person POV

"PETER PARKER!" Peter was woken up to the sound of someone yelling his name rather loudly.

"Huh? What?" He looked around tiredly, spotting Tony standing above him angry.

"I see you had fun last night."

"Oh, yeah. Great time." Peter mumbled half asleep before Tony pulled the covers off of him and made Peter get out of bed. "Hey!"

"Don't hey me 'mister saving a murderer from being arrested.'"

"Do I get to explain myself or are you just going to keep yelling at me?"

"Explain." Tony said taking a seat at Peter's desk chair.

"If she was arrested then I probably wouldn't be able to talk to her. But since she wasn't arrested, I was able to."

"And?"

"And apparently she just did enough research to figure it out." Peter shrugged. "She doesn't seem dangerous to me. She said she only kills select people, people who really deserve it. She slipped up and told me Daredevil's name too, Matt."

Tony sighed loudly.

"You can't just trust people because of one good feeling. That's how you get yourself killed. It doesn't matter if you trust her or not, she's dangerous."

Peter watched as Tony walked out of his bedroom, closing the door behind him.

Maybe Tony was right. Maybe trusting a serial killer isn't the best idea. Peter thought long and hard about what to do but he was still puzzled.

He had only just met her but he had some instinct to trust her. She hadn't done anything to prove she was trustworthy but Peter couldn't help it.

As he thought more, a word came to mind. Rehabilitation.

If the avengers were good at anything, it's rehabilitation. They gave Bucky another chance, they gave Loki another chance, even Wanda and Pietro used to be with HYDRA. It might not work but he had to give it a chance. There was no way Peter could force her to accept his offer but he couldn't not try.

Tony's POV

I left Peter's floor and went up to mine, pouring myself a drink once I exited the elevator.

Maybe it's just his naïveté but Peter seems adamant about trusting The Devil's Advocate.

"Boss," FRIDAY interrupted my thoughts. "There's been a sighting in Vancouver."

I looked at the screen, a blurry photo of a woman who vaguely resembled my daughter on display.

As much as I would love it to be authentic, none of the others have been so why should this one? I hate to admit it but if (Y/N) was planning on coming home, she would have done so already. I can't keep holding on to a promise she made almost three years ago. We haven't found her yet I she clearly doesn't want to be found. She's either happy with the life she has now or... never mind.

I need something else to occupy my mind.

"FRIDAY, pull up all files on The Devil of Hell's Kitchen."

Dozens of police reports, newspaper articles, and photographs appeared. I scanned the images and entered them into a facial recognition software. There wasn't much to go off of when his face is always half concealed but it was better than nothing.

If I can find him then I can find her.

I don't know why I was so hell bent on finding a vigilante in Hell's Kitchen that is in no way impacting my life yet here I am.

Having a task to focus on is helpful. There's one concrete goal and in the moment, nothing else mattered.