Lost Stars - A Post No Way Home Story

The King's Speech pt. II

Peter's mouth went dry, and he quickly hid his phone behind his back. It didn't matter because Ned already knew. Peter didn't want Ned to see that he was afraid.

Ned was frowning at his phone.

"That seems illegal," Ned scrolled through his phone. "I don't even know how this FBI sting came to be – lawmakers say that Fisk probably pulled some strings with the NYPD.

"Then why does it say FBI?"

"Beats me," he shook his head. "They haven't said who got arrested, but they're expected to appear in court. They're trying to get into his apartment, but they need a warrant for it. If they find anything there, then the guy is toast."

Peter took a deep breath. He knew what he had to do, he wasn't sure if Matt would enjoy it, but he needed to. Peter had been by Matt's place before and knew where he had hidden his suit. As long as that suit is gone, things would be fine, right? Everything else could be explained well. When People discovered Peter was Spider-Man, his whole life was proof. He had the Stark tech suit in the corner of his room and multiple unreleased pictures of Spider-Man, and his friends were far too involved for them to say no. Matt though? Matt was a blind lawyer.

"Okay," Peter's voice was shaking. "I need you to go home right now, and then I will tell you –" he stopped. Should Ned know?

Ned shook his head. "You don't need to tell me anything. Not if it will endanger me."

"It shouldn't, but I won't tell you either way," Peter nodded. "Just get home safely."

"What are we dealing with though? Just so I can prepare for Doomsday." They walked quickly to the next metro entrance.

"We are dealing with a criminal mayor," Peter grimaced. He could hear it. The cars were going on the streets in the distance. A lot more than normal. It was a lot like back in 2012 when the aliens first came to New York, and no one knew what was happening. Only this time, their danger was scarier. Humans were the worst the moment they came into power.

Ned didn't say anything. He turned around, giving Peter a last glance and waving before disappearing out of his sight.

Peter broke out into a run. He needed to get far out of people's sight, into his suit, and then get to Hell's Kitchen before they broke into Matt's apartment. He found an empty alley and quickly changed, sticking his backpack underneath the garbage can. He used to do this often before he got nanotech. It would go missing every once in a while. But now he memorized all of the trash emptying plans of New York so that he wouldn't lose his backpack again. Plus, his bag had a self-made tracker. Ever since the air tag came out, he smacked himself in the face for never thinking of that.

He shot through the skies of New York and quickly made his way to Hell's Kitchen. He could see that people were starting to gather more around in the area, but the police hadn't set up camp in front of Matt's apartment just yet. This was good. He was on time. Peter snuck up the apartment building's wall and, when he looked in and saw the extremely clean bedroom with the silk sheets, he knew that it was Matt's. He slid the window open and jumped onto the floor. He looked around. The suit, where was the suit?

He rummaged through the room, ensuring it didn't look like someone had been there. The whole time, he listened to the outside. He needed to make sure that no one would be arriving soon. There was a commotion at the foot of the building. The old lady across the hall from Matt, most likely. She was talking to the police.

"The only trouble I've ever had with him was when his very odd ex came around, that's it! They fought a lot, but that was long ago," the old lady said. "It's a lovely apartment really, but that billboard is far too bright."

The box. There it was. The suit was lying there innocently in a bag. There were some batons as well. He took those, too. He took everything that was in the box. Matt must be smart enough to keep everything related to his vigilante life away.

From his apartment. He looked for a duffle bag, emptied the box, and looked around to see if he could fill it with anything – he opted for a bunch of old case files. He'll apologize to Matt.

"We have a search warrant!" One of the NYPD officers was saying. "Look, officer Mahoney, I know you know Murdock, but we have to do this."

"He is a private citizen! And he is blind."

"Are we sure about that?" one of them scoffed.

"Do you want hospital records?" Officer Mahoney complained.

Peter's heart pounded against his chest. He needed to leave quickly. If the police were here, Peter would have had a higher chance of being detected. He got as far away as possible and then returned for his backpack. He changed quickly, the night falling upon him. Where to go now? What should he do? He should have asked someone. Was Matt in police custody? No one was waiting on the steps of Nelson, Murdock and Page. So there he sat, with his duffle bag like a teenage runaway. What should he do? Where should he go? He shouldn't go back home. Not with Matt's things. What if the others already had a plan?

Think Parker, he thought. There were other people out there who could help him. Other superpowered people who were way better than him. But would it make sense to gather them all for Matt? Would that make sense, or would it be suspicious?

He heard footsteps. He saw Foggy. His face had a dejected look, and his footsteps dragged along the floor.

"What are you doing here?" Foggy rubbed his eyes.

Peter handed him the duffle bag.

"I broke into Matt's apartment and took his suit."

Foggy's jaw dropped. Without warning, he hugged Peter. Peter was taken aback for a second but then put his arms around Foggy and patted his back.

"Thank you," Foggy had broken out into a sob. "Let's get inside, quickly."

It seemed as though Peter had taken everything. Matt, according to Foggy, really did not keep anything that had to do with Daredevil unless it was a court file that he was specifically involved in. On the other hand, Matt currently had one major advantage.

"He has multiple hospital records saying that he is blind," Foggy said. "Sometimes – and I mean this with a lot of respect – you have to think about what being disabled can do for you."

"Okay but what can we do?"

Foggy scratched his chin. "I haven't talk to him just yet, but I was planning on going down to the station to talk to him. See what we can do. Matt is expected to appear in court."

Peter looked at the suit that was sitting in the duffle bag. An idea struck, and he scrambled for a piece of paper.

"Well, when you go down there, give this to him," he pushed the piece of paper in Foggy's direction. Foggy raised an eyebrow.

"You do know he can't see that right?"

"Oh."

Peter shook his head. "Right, um, question. Can someone appear in court as their superhero counterpart?"

"I am in no way an expert in superhero law, but as far as I know ever since the Sokovia Accords, yes. You are, in fact, allowed to appear in court as your superhero counterpart unless ..." Foggy frowned. "Peter, you're not insinuating what I think you're insinuating."

Peter nodded. It was so dumb.

"Yes, I am, in fact, saying that I should dress up as Daredevil and appear in court with Matt."