Peter Parker the Mercenary

Enter Matt Murdock

Bruce and Tony had been scurrying in and out of Peter's tiny hospital-style room all morning. They were taking tests and data down to with comments that held both disgust and pride towards Peter's little concoction. That is, until a sunglassed man in a suit with a cane that clearly marked him as blind walked in and took a seat when he shouldn't have known where it was. He leans his cane against the side of the bed and calmly introduces himself. "My name is Matt Murdock, I'm your attorney (avacado) at law." Peter mentally curses, "Why isn't anyone afraid of mercenaries anymore?" but on the outside he grins and says, "So? Where should I start."

Peter spills everything and anything he can recall. Where he met up with Kingpin. What his real name is. What businesses he's corrupted in Hell's Kitchen. Where he hires his goons from. Even his twisted way of thinking he's the hero. In his yammering he accidentally spills more of his backstory. How he'd been held against his will and blackmailed into doing Kingpin's dirty work. That is where Murdock finally stopped him.

"You're being a great help kid. And I'll definitely take all the information you can give me, but let me help you now." Murdock opened his briefcase and pulled out a file folder marked "Peter Parker vs The State of New York" Peter began to leaf through piles of legal notes and forms not understanding any of it until Murdock explained. "It's just a bargain. I've already talked to the team. If you take this plea you'll get a year of community service with the Avengers. Tony and Steve are willing to foster you here until your sentence is served. Pleading guilty you won't have to go to court and your identity will be mostly intact. You can be a hero again." Spidey sighs, knowing that this is the only chance he'll get to avoid both jail time with the biggest pedo in New York City and foster care. And he's not all that worried about selling out Kingpin since he's not going to be taken seriously in the mercenary business for quite some time anyway. Thinking it over, Peter quickly signs the papers and hands them over. As Murdock gets up to leave Peter notices a pair of bulges nearly hidden in his waistband. Billy clubs. "Good luck with Kingpin, Daredevil. I always kept the skylight unlocked." Daredevil pauses for a second in shock, then nods and leaves.

Tony dashes into the room with a wheelchair urging Spidey to come down to the lab and play. Peter has been feeling moderately better ever since Banner started treating the symptoms to buy time. However moving from the bed to the chair burned with the heat of a thousand suns. He let loose a short high pitched whimper, but from then on he was able to control himself and bite back the pain. He wheeled along behind Tony, somewhat happy to be out of that room. He rolled into the elevator and Tony pressed the correct button on the wall.

Bruce was mildly worried about Peter not being in bed, but his excitement to talk science with him shined in his eyes. "I have never seen anything quite like this before." He later complements. With Peter there to guide the process and work his steps backwards the antidote was found within the hour. Bruce filled a needle with it and immediately injected it in Peter's arm. The pain dulled and Peter breathes a sigh of relief with a breath he didn't realise he was holding in. They all grin triumphantly. "Well science boy. What should we do next?" Tony quips. "Wanna help me fix my web shooters?" Peter asks tentatively. "Hell yes." Bruce answers for the both of them. They played in the lab all afternoon and by dinner time he was feeling well enough to eat with the team in the main dining hall. Gossip spreads through Stark tower like wildfire and everyone had heard his story by the time he had sat down at the table. Tony, Cap, Wade and Thor did most of the talking, accompanied occasionally by a sarcastic comment from Clint or a muttered agreement from Bruce or Natasha. The conversation turned to Spidey inevitably.

"So. Peter. Wanna play target practice with me tomorrow?" Clint offers. Bruce warns, "He may not be well enough yet." "I think I'll be up to par with my healing factor. I'm not exactly Deadpool over here, but I should be fine." Peter says honestly. "Great. Then I would like a sparring match tomorrow morning. Eight AM sharp." Natasha requests forcefully. Tony pulls up a holo-screen and starts reading out the schedule, "Well, we have team training at 1, and a meeting with Fury at 4:30. So we'll see you in the lab after Tasha kicks your ass, right Spidey?" Tony nonchalantly quips. "Yeah sure." Peter rolls his eyes and giggles slightly as Nat cracks her knuckles menacingly.

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