Yep, definitely Loki's kid.

Chapter 29: Peter Knows What to Do

Content Warning: Depression (only near the end)

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Peter's Pov:

I had stepped out of AP Calculus, which is my first block, when Finnley called. Although, when I hung up the phone, instead of walking back into the class, I made my way directly toward the nearest exit.

I am going to fix this. And I have a possible idea of how.

Recently there had been a new, and extremely violent, proclaimed vigilante who was mostly located in Hell's Kitchen. I made sure to stay updated on this person, who coined the name "The Punisher," and I also followed closely when he was put on trial. However, right now, the part that is sticking out to me as I recall this does not have to do with The Punisher, it has to do with his lawyers. Upon doing further research at the time, I discovered that his lawyers had just recently set up their firm, and clearly, as evidenced in The Punisher case, they are not afraid to take a risky case. This is what causes me to sprint out of the school, quickly change into my suit in an alleyway, and swing in the direction of Hell's Kitchen. AP Calculus is long forgotten.

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When I spot the small law firm located in a slightly sketchy office building I duck into an alleyway and change out of my suit, stuffing it at the bottom of my backpack once again before walking out and approaching the building, and walking up to their office. When I get to the door I pause, hearing shouting on the other side of it.

"Karen! The wifi is out again!"

"I know it is out, Foggy. How many times do I have to tell you? We can't pay for the wifi if we are still surviving off nothing but the pies from last month! Get some real clients and then we can talk about the wifi!"

I hear an exasperated grumble that is then followed by the person once again shouting from the other room. "I don't think we are going to be getting any clients for a long time. Definitely not with our faces plastered on the news right next to Frank's mugshot."

There is a pause of silence, that I then take as my cue to knock. It is completely silent for several moments, which I spend nervously rocking on my feet until eventually there is frantic shuffling just before the door is thrown open.

For several seconds, I stare at the man standing in front of me as he looks at me with wide eyes. "Uh, this is Nelson and Murdock, right?" I ask shifting on my feet.

"Yes. Are you a client?" The man with long, slightly messy blond hair and a wrinkled blue button-up asks.

"Yeah... I think so."

The man turns around and celebratory pumps his fist toward the woman standing at the other side of the room and not so discreetly  whispers to her. "Get the wifi." She only rolls her eyes.

Turning back around, he quickly ushers me inside. "Come in, come in. Would you like something to drink? We have, uh... we actually don't have anything to drink... but we have pies! Do you like pies?" He asks, clearly trying to play it up. 

"I-I'm fine, but thank you." I fiddle with my hands as he leads me to a separate room with a table and chairs around it.

Once we enter, he holds his hand out to shake and offers a practiced smile. "I am Foggy Nelson, by the way, nice to meet you."

"I'm Peter... Parker. Uh, I'm Peter Parker." I shake his hand before sitting down in the chair that he offers me.

Foggy sits down in one of the chairs across from me and leans back slightly. "My associate should be back shortly... hopefully." He whispers the last part to himself. "But we can get started now. So what brings you here?"