Title: Justice

Author: Jenn

Summary: Movieverse/Crossover Thirteen-year-old Matt Murdock thinks about his foster parents, the Octavius', Harry Osborn, and New York's hero, Spider-Man. Pre-SM2. One shot.

Rating: PG

Spoilers: Both movies and some for SM1 book. And the movie Daredevil.

Category: General and Crossover. Non-slash.

Timeline: Four to five months before SM2, Christmas time. It's been about a year after the death of Matt's father.

Note: As you can see I am basing this story of the movies and not the comics, so please excuse any mistakes I may have.

Feedback: Always happy to hear what readers have to say.

Archive: Anywhere, but please ask me first. I would like to know where it's going and to make sure it will have my name on it.

Disclaimers: They're not mine. Marvel owns them. Not making one penny for this story. This fic is just for enjoyment.

Thoughts as well as anything else that is important are in italics.

Junior high science was hard to understand for any thirteen-year-old, unless you were a genius. But to Matthew Murdock, not being a genius and not being able to see, made it doubly hard.

Having his school books in Braille, or on tape helped. His class lessons were recorded too. But even with all that, Matt still had to study hard and struggle to get good grades.

But when he did that a year ago, he had gotten a prefect straight A report card. He had been so thrilled with it, and wanting to take a shortcut home to show his dad…

But that was all different now. His father, Jack Murdock, was no longer alive and Matt wasn't living in Hell's Kitchen. His neighborhood.

Not that he was complaining, the couple he was staying with was very nice. Otto and Rosie Octavius were in love with each other and took him under their wing.

Matt knew he couldn't get comfortable staying here, even after a few months. Good things never lasted. At least not for him.

As if to prove he was right, he heard Otto and Rosie talking in the other room. They thought they were talking in whispers, but then again, they didn't know about Matt's sensitive hearing.

"Rosie, we have been over this before. He can't stay."

"Otto, don't you think that Matt would like to settle down in one place and not be moved around all the time?"

"I would love that, but I wouldn't really be a role model to Matt because I work so much. Especially when I'm this close to making it work. With everything, it just wouldn't be fair to him."

"I know Otto, but I hate to see what will become of him after he leaves."

"I hate it too, Rosie! The social worker did say Matt had until January. We need to try to make the holidays pleasant for him."

Pleasant, why? I think of Dad everyday. Christmas isn't gonna be easy this year, but I'll be ok.

The door bell rang. The sound pierced Matt's ears. Though he had been pre-warned by the footsteps coming to the door, the bell's shrill sound still bothered the teen's ears.

How he could sleep at night was anyone's guess. Sometimes it seemed that he didn't sleep at all. It always was because of the same thing. Noise. The sounds of night seemed to get louder then they did during the day. There were times he tried using earplugs, not that it helped much.

Remembering that Rosie had said that they were getting a guest for dinner, Matt got up and headed for the living room. Since he was familiar with the Octavius' place, he didn't need his cane.

Hearing Otto talking to another man, Matt slowly entered the living room.

Since he was wearing his dark glasses, it would be a dead give away that he was blind. But even if he hadn't been wearing them, his white pupils would have said it all. Though he didn't know what his eyes looked like anymore, he had asked his dad once after the accident.

Everyone was shadowy, but Matt heard the other man pause which he could guess meant that he saw him.

"Is this your son?" the man's voice sounded young. He couldn't be more then his twenties if Matt guessed right.

"No, this is a boy who is just staying with us. Harry, this is Matt Murdock. Matt, this is Harry Osborn. Harry is here to talk about my scientific project I'm working on." Otto's voice held a bit of pride.

The project. Matt didn't know much on it. He just knew bits and pieces that he overheard when Otto and Rosie were talking about it. Since he didn't know everything on it, a lot of it didn't make sense to him. But it was something that Otto spent much of his time working on.

Holding out his hand in the air, Matt let Harry come over and shake it. The man's grip was a firm one. "It's nice to meet you, Mr. Osborn."

"Just Harry, please. Mr. Osborn was my father." Though his voice was light, Matt could hear the pain in it.

"You own OsCorp, right?"

"That's right."

Rosie, having been in the kitchen, came in and said, "Dinner's just about ready."

Once they were all sitting down and began eating, Harry brought up the subject of why he was here.

"You were quite vague on the phone, Dr. Octavius. Did you want to talk about your experiment now, or wait?

"Unless you want to be addressed as Mr. Osborn, I'm fine with Otto. But Rosie doesn't mind me talking about my work, do you dear?"

"No, Otto." Matt was almost sure that Rosie was smiling, her voice said it all.

"The project I'm working on, if successful will be able to provide energy for everyone." Otto continued speaking explaining what he had in mind to do.

Matt didn't understand everything the older man was talking about, but from what it sounded like, Otto was working on something big. Having a machine to sustain fusion? Making it useable for everyone, for their electricity and gas?

"As you can see, I have a big dream, but lack the funds to do it."

"I'll have to think about all of this, Otto. And also discuss it with the board. Your work sounds promising, I'll give you that. But how is this machine of yours going to work?"

"I'm glad you asked that, Harry. Tritium is what I need to make my dream into a reality. But there's not much of it and-"

"And you want OsCorp to fund it to you?"

"Yes. But think, if this works, as I know it will, it will change our lives."

And make a new era in history, Matt thought. He knew that Otto was thinking of the world at large and it's best interest. Would Harry see it that way?

"Yes, I can see that. Like I said, I'll have to think all of this over." Harry's voice turned light, "This will no doubt make you a very wealthy man."

"Otto isn't doing it for the money," Rosie spoke up defending her husband. She had been listening to the discussion until now.

"Yes," Otto agreed, "I want to help my fellow men, not become rich off of them."

"That is a good point, Otto."

"Now why don't you two get to know each other, while Otto and I do the dishes?" Rosie asked. "We will bring some tea in when we are finished."

"Sure," Matt got up and headed in the direction of the living room. When they sat down, there was silence until Harry broke it.

"How long of have you been living here?"

"Just a few months. Otto and Rosie are great."

"How did you lose your sight?" Harry inquired. But then he quickly added, "But if you don't want to talk about it, I understand."

"No, it's ok." Matt assured him. "I got blinded by chemicals on the docks more then a year ago."

Harry whistled and then asked, "It doesn't brother you that you can't see?"

"Yeah sometimes. But I can't do anything about it. Same as I can't do nothin' to bring my dad back."

Matt didn't hear anything. "What had you expected? That my dad was some messed up guy who beat up his kid? That would've put me in Social Services long before this."

"So you have no family?"

"Mom left years ago." Shrugging, Matt shook his head. "But Otto and Rosie aren't bad people. And what about you? What about your folks?" Matt remembered that Harry had said that his dad was Mr. Osborn.

"My father died a year ago, this past November."

"What happened?"

There was anger in Harry's voice, "He was murdered."

"And you don't know who did it?"

"Oh, I know."

Matt waited. When he didn't get a reply, he asked, "Who?"

"Spider-Man." Matt heard pure hatred in that one word.

Matt knew all about Spider-Man, from what he heard from people, or heard from what been said in the news. And he had the memory of when his dad had called him, telling him that Spider-Man had saved his life. What was it that Dad called him? Oh yeah, a genuine daredevil.

"Spider-Man? Do you mean that he didn't save your father?"

"No," Harry's voice was scornful. "Spider-Man killed my father."

"Did you see Spider-Man do it?" Matt didn't think for one moment that the Wallcrawler could have deliberately killed anyone.

Well, he had been a little upset at Spider-Man just after his father's death. Why hadn't he been able to come and save his Dad again like he had done weeks prior? But a more logical part of Matt knew that Spider-Man couldn't be everywhere at once.

"He was standing over my father's dead body!" Harry let out an angry sigh.

"That doesn't prove that he did it. Should I blame him for saving my Dad once but not the second time?"

"What do you mean?"

"My father was murdered. Because I'm blind, I can't identify who did it."

But I know who did do it. Fallon. Who was the one who did the deed, Matt didn't know, but he did know that Fallon was behind it. He wouldn't forget the man's cologne. That was until the smell of that rose caught his attention. From that day on, he couldn't stand the smell of roses. It was too painful.

"So you're not furious at the one who did it?" Harry's voice held disbelief and outrage.

"I didn't say that. But I'm gonna keep my promise."

"And what was that?"

"I promised Dad that I'd do good in school so I could be a doctor or lawyer." I promised I'd help the helpless and seek justice. If I ever get a hold of Fallon, he's gonna pay.

"I'm sure you'll make your Dad proud." There was something in his voice, pain or maybe sadness? Matt couldn't tell. What was Harry not saying?

"I hope so."

Matt knew he and Harry had an odd bond. Both their fathers were murdered. Both wanted to see them avenged. But Matt knew better then to think Spider-Man was a murderer. But he knew he couldn't convince Harry of that fact. The same would be with Harry, if he knew the wealthy Fallon, he wouldn't say that he could be a murderer either.

"Here's the tea." Otto come in and set it down on the coffee table. Rosie was behind her husband with the cream and sugar.

When Matt and Harry were served their tea, Rosie quickly got up and left the room. She returned with something and handed it to Matt. It was a small bottle of honey.

"Thanks." Matt smiled toward Rosie. He hadn't been much of a tea drinker until he came here. But he soon found that he wouldn't drink it any other way than with honey.

Matt didn't pay much mind to the adult's talk. He let his mind wander. What was going to happen to him after the holidays? He knew Rosie and even Otto liked him, but what could they do by adopting a blind teenager?

I'll probably be going back to the Kitchen. He'd miss Otto and Rosie of course, but there was something about going home.

His ears picked up something. It was someone saying, "Woo Hoo!" No one else in the room could hear it.

Smiling he knew one person who said that. Spider-Man. He wasn't nearby, but he was somewhere close. No doubt catching criminals.

Yeah, and maybe one day I'll do that too.

The End of Part One

Thanks for reading! Please Review. Jenn