Crossposted on AO3 at /works/17638319/chapters/41591024. Chapter 1 title from "Constellations" by Alenni.
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"Nice view, right?" Peter asked.
"I suppose."
"I mean, it's New York. Constellations basically don't exist for everyone here, right? But the lights, man. The lights."
"So I hear."
"Dude, you're making that face again. What is it?"
Daredevil (who had been making that face! Seriously, what was it with him and expressions of suffering?) shrugged and turned his head the other way. He didn't speak for another 24 seconds (Peter counted,) and when he spoke, it was something unexpected. "You have two broken ribs."
"...Dude." Peter took about three seconds to have A Moment. "So, like, do you have X-ray vision or what? There's a running bet with the Avengers about your powers, and mine is that you have special vision. Oh, crap, I wasn't supposed to tell you that-"
"Peter, you literally told me your name the second time we met. You're the worst secret-keeper I've ever met, and I've met a lot of people. And you also should not be binding with broken ribs." With that, Daredevil parkoured (parkour'd? Was that even a word?) away into the night.
Peter shuffled through his bag to find the suit. "Karen, tell Friday to add five bucks into my spot in the Daredevil Superpower Betting Pool. Enhanced vision."
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Two blocks away and out of sight, a man in a black mask shook his head and smiled.