Web of Deception: The Webbed Avenger

Chapter Fifty-eight: The Devil of Hell's Kitchen

Author's note before we begin.  Hey sorry for not updating recently, I've been having some writer's block and some other things in life that's brought this to a halt.  I'm back though, and getting everything started again.  I have like three chapters coming this next week or so, so I hope you guys enjoy.

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Ladies and gentlemen, when I came to this bar tonight, I totally did not think I was going to get into a fight with the Devil of Hell's Kitchen, but yet here I was. Two masked vigilantes fighting one another over what surely was a misunderstanding. Tonight was one of the stranger nights as Spider-Man I've had so far. Between the blind lawyer and now this guy, tonight was definitely weird.

From the moment he stepped onto that rooftop to confront the mysterious teenager, the Devil of Hell's Kitchen had a horrible feeling this would be a fight he lost. He quickly realized this feeling was right as he fought the teen. The way he moved, he wasn't entirely human, leaping around the roof like he was weightless, the way he dodged the attacks as if he knew when and how he would approach him. The strength of one of his hits was like a racecar at max speed.

Once he hit the ground, coughing out blood was when the teenager called out the end of the fight, before the Devil was pinned to the ground. This was a fight he was never going to win.

When he woke up again, he was tied by something incredibly thin yet strong. The teen was kneeling in front of him waiting patiently. "Where am I?" the devil asked quietly.

"Same place you were when you went unconscious. Sorry about hitting you so hard, but you weren't going to let me talk."

"Let you talk? I wanted to talk, you were the one that threw the first punch."

"Because you threatened me!" the teen retorted, to which the Devil just shook his head. "That doesn't matter, I realized who you were. The so-called Devil of Hell's Kitchen, right? I heard about you. You were the one that saved those girls at the pier a few nights ago, right? Single-handedly took down ten men."

"So what if I was, hmm? What then?"

"Nothing. I was going to say you did a great job, even if you were a bit harsh with the violence."

He was taken back by the compliment, something he hadn't been anticipating in the slightest. "Really?"

"I got nothing against you, besides the fact you tried to fight me because I didn't want to tell you what I was doing."

"What were you doing?" the Devil asked, with a genuinely kind voice that made the teen's eyes grow wide underneath the mask, though the Devil never saw it.

"I was hunting a man by the name of Brad Michaels, he was supposed to be a regular at that bar. I've been casing it for the past few days, hence why I've been up here every night. I'm sure your buddy, the blind lawyer told you I was actually in the bar for a bit tonight. Doesn't matter, though. What matters is that, like you said... if something happens in Hell's Kitchen, it's your business."

"You said his name was Brad Michaels? What'd he do?"

The answer was easy enough, not that the teen wanted to answer. "I'm sure you heard about the September Bank Massacre that caused the deaths of those officers, leaving several injured and in critical condition. Brad was one of the robbers, and if I can get to him, I might be able to bring down the rest of them."

"What would you need to do?"

"I need to be able to find him... get in close and make sure he can't get away. Something about him tells me he's not able to keep his walls up for long on his own." the teen responded, making the Devil nod. "Would you be able to help?"

"If you let me out of here, I could." the Devil answered, before the teen walked over and broke his bonds as if it was nothing. "What is that even made of?"

"You honestly don't want to know," the teen laughed. "So, what do I call you, because the Devil is kind of a weird name."

"Someone I know calls me Daredevil, so why not?"

"Daredevil? Well, it's nice to meet you. Call me Spider-Man," the teen greeted, holding his hand out, gaining a smile from Daredevil as he got to his feet and shook Spider-Man's hand.

"Alright, Spider-Man. I suppose it's better than that fake name you gave at the bar," Daredevil smiled at him, gaining a look of surprise from Spider-Man. "What? You really thought that was a clever name, Peter?"

"I'm just surprised Matt told you what I said my name was."

"Matt tells me what I need to know. How do I get a hold of you if I find Michaels?" Daredevil asked.

"If you find him, just press this," Spider-Man handed him a device from his pocket. "It's something I made. A spider tracer, I call it. You press it and I'll be there within minutes."

"Ok," Daredevil nodded, taking the tracer from Spider-Man. As Spider-Man went to the ledge, he turned back and looked at Daredevil.

"Hey, you're not as bad as the cops say," Spider-Man called out to him, gaining a smile from Daredevil.

"I don't care what they say, only one person can judge me for what I've done," Daredevil turned and disappeared over the edge of the rooftop just as Spider-Man launched into the sky, disappearing into the concrete jungle of Manhattan.

As Daredevil got far away from the bar, he removed the bandanna revealing he was Matt Murdock, the blind lawyer.

"Spider-Man, huh?"

As Stiles arrived back at Lydia's apartment, suit packed away in his bag, he thought back to his encounter with the Devil of Hell's Kitchen.  "Daredevil, huh?"

He walked upstairs to find Lydia was laying back on the couch, half-asleep watching some John Green movie-adaptation.  Setting his bag down, he smiled before sitting down beside her and found himself trailing off into a dreamless slumber.