wrong number, sorry! ~ irondad & spiderson

CHAPTER 23

A/N: i have like no idea how long it's been since i last updated
but here you go
again, i have no idea when the next chapter is going to come
now, have fun reading!

“Matt! Hey, Matt, are you there?” the person yelled and stepped into the living room. “Oh shit, Matt!” the man yelled and ran towards the couch. “What happened this time!? Are you alright!?”

Peter felt the need to step in. Matt had just fallen asleep and definitely needed the rest, and who even was the other man?

“He should be alright if you let him rest,” Peter said, crouching upside down on the ceiling.

The other man jumped and turned around, searching for the person who had just talked to him.

“I’m up here, moron.” Peter took off his mask and jumped down. “Well, not anymore, now.”

The man, who had just turned back to Matt, spun around to be met eye to eye with a teen standing there as if he’d been standing there his whole life.

“What the hell– Who the hell are you!?” he yelled and took a step back, attempting to cover Matt.

“I, as you might see, am a human. Or am I? I guess we’ll never know.” Peter shook his head. “Anygay, what about you?”

“Why are you here?”

“I am living here until my friend here decides to kick me out,” Peter smiled.

“Uh-huh. Sure you are. Then why has Matt never mentioned you before?” the man asked suspiciously.

“Well, we just met like what, less than a week ago through a mutual friend. By the way, you still haven’t answered my question,” Peter said happily.

“And who is that mutual friend supposed to be?” The man frowned. Obviously he didn’t believe a word that came out of the teen’s mouth.

“I... I don’t think I am supposed to tell you. You can ask Matt, he might tell you. Or not. His decision,” Peter answered, unsure of what he was allowed to say without telling the man about Matt’s or his own vigilante “job”.

“Guys.”

The two arguing people jumped and turned their head to the couch. Matt had put both his hands onto his face.

“Can you like, keep it down? It’s been a long night, I would like to sleep if you’d just let me,” the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen said.

“Your fault for staying out the whole night. Now, who is this kid?” the other man asked him and pointed at Peter.

“Not a kid,” Peter pouted.

“That’s Peter and as he told you already, he’s living here for now. Also, Peter,” Matt added. “I won’t kick you out.”

“Uh-huh. Sure you won’t.” Peter nodded, unbelieving.

“Matt.” The other man took a deep breath.

“Foggy.” Matt took a deep breath as well, but rather mockingly.

“Matt, I’m serious. You can’t just go around adopting strays from the street,” Foggy stated.

“It was one time!” Matt called out and crossed his arms above his chest, wincing slightly as he accidentally touched a fresh wound.

“This is the fourth time at least! Who knows how many others there are I don’t know about!” Foggy yelled, throwing his hands up in the air.

Matt stayed silent for a moment, then he shrugged. “I guess you have a point.”

“Exactly.” Foggy put his arms back down.

Peter was now sitting on the floor, watching the two other men bicker around and wondering how long it’d take for them to remember that he was still there.

It did not take them very long. After just a minute Foggy turned his head to Peter and squinted at the boy for a moment, turning back to Matt right after.

“Alright then. But please tell me he’s not another mercenary or some kid with a parasite?” Foggy looked at Matt with a pleading look in his eyes, which the other one, for obvious reasons, couldn’t see.

Peter and Matt both started laughing. They knew Peter wouldn’t even think about killing somebody, even less being capable of doing so at all.

Foggy groaned. “Come on, it’s a serious question!”

“Should I tell him, Peter, or do you want to tell him yourself?” Matt asked, lifting his head to look at the boy.

“I- uh...” Peter hesitated. He wasn’t sure if he trusted Foggy, he’d just met the man not even an hour ago.

“Or do you not want to tell him?” Matt proposed sympathetically.

“Yeah, I’d like that,” Peter answered, relieved.

“Come on, guys, I’m still here!” Foggy complained and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“Sorry, no can do.” Matt rested his head back on the couch and closed his eyes. “And now let me sleep. Please.”

Foggy muttered something about ‘unfair’ and ‘mean’, but Peter didn’t really listen.

“Hey, Matt, maybe you should sleep in your bedroom instead? You know, on a bed, where normal people sleep.”

“As if I’m a normal person,” Matt snorted, his eyes still closed. “But I guess you’re right.”

He made a move to sit up, but both Foggy and Peter immediately yelled “NO!”. Matt threw his hands up and layed back down.

“Alright, alright! How else am I supposed to get to my bed, then?” he asked and frowned, but the corners of his lips curled into a small smile.

Foggy thought for a moment.

“We’ll carry you,” he then said and took a step towards his friend. “You gonna help?” he asked Peter.

“Sure,” the boy said and, without waiting for Foggy to help him, easily picked up Matt and carried him bride-style to the bedroom, leaving the other man to stand in the living room, dumbfounded.

When Peter came back out of the room and closed the door, he saw Foggy staring at him with wide eyes and his mouth slightly agape.

“What?” the teen asked innocently, as if he hadn’t just carried a full grown man without any effort from one room to another. Honestly, Matt weighed barely anything to him in contrast to the things he’d lifted and he still wasn’t sure of his limits.

“I-” Foggy thought for a moment, then gave up and sighed. “Nothing.”

Peter smiled and walked to the fridge. Even though he felt bad for ‘stealing’ his friend’s food, Matt surely wouldn’t mind if he took a bit, Peter could always buy more with his left over money since he didn’t need it to pay rent anymore. Also, it’s been a long day.

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