MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE! *happy holidays for those who don't celebrate*
I'm sorry about being so behind on these, but I promise to update more often. I'm trying to get ahead while I'm on break.
In hindsight, Peter should have trusted his instincts. He ignored his extra sense telling him that something was wrong.
He should have realized that the feeling that someone, or should he say something, was watching him. He should have answered the countless texts from Tony Stark about reports of a villain known to clash with Spider-man escaping from prison. But no, he kept walking ignoring the texts pinging in his pocket.
He ended up near a loading dock. From far away he was able to see that the people were not so discreetly loading girls into shipping containers to be transported and sold.
"Go ahead and scream, there's no one for miles," One man laughed as more girls screamed for help.
Peter almost considered turning around and grabbing his suit, but that would take way to long and he just so happened to take his web shooters with him.
"I guess this will have to make do." He mumbled to himself, rubbing the back of his neck, which was still sore.
He raced down, pulling up the hood of his jacket so that it would cover most of his face.
"Get off of me you fucking pig," The girl said, trying to pry her arm away from the main trafficker.
"Looks like we got a resilient one here. Maybe we should show the other girls what will happen if they don't follow the rules," He said pulling the girl closer to him, to their faces centimeters apart.
Please don't do anything stupid, Peter thought jumping onto one of the shipment containers sprinting as fast as he could towards the girls.
But of course, she spat in his face, which caused the main trafficker to pull out his gun and shove the girl to the ground.
Peter arrived just before the man pulled the trigger, shooting a web at the gun and pulling it away.
"Listen, guys, today's my day off, so if everyone could just get down on there knees with your hand's abo-"
Bullets rang all around him, flipping and twirling in air to avoid them.
The guys weren't much of a threat, it was two teams of five, two different containers.
Peter hopped down in front of the first, ducking from a few punches, firing webs at a guy's feet and pulling harder than he should have. Bullets continued around him, none of them landing. He had knocked two out, one was on the ground when the girls started running.
He wasn't ready for them to move yet and ended up having to push two girls away from speeding bullets.
He ended up being pinned to the ground by one of the men. Struggling against a gun pointed at Peter.
He really needed a distraction, and thank god one came.
A flash of red in front of him disappearing back into the shadows seconds later, taking the man on top of Peter with it.
"It's the devil!" One of the guards at the second shipment.
Peter didn't have time to think about what the man had said, grabbing another man's arm and flipping him over twisting, and probably breaking it.
He had the main guy left, who had grabbed a bigger gun pointed at the base of his skull.
Peters hands slowly raised, "Listen, man, I'm sorry-"
"Who are you?" The voice behind him demand.
"Spider-Man," Peter said, his advanced hearing picking up on the sound of others being taken out at the other shipment station.
"You aren't dressed like the freak." The man said pushing the barrel of the gun harder into Peter's neck.
"Yeah well it's laundry day-" he said closing his eyes, letting his instincts take over. His hands moving fast, grabbing the gun, pulling it away and flipping the guy against the wall. Webbing him so he was stuck upside down.
He didn't listen to his instincts when they told him there was still a major threat near him. No, he turned to smile at the guy he had just beat.
The black goop took its chance striking when the spider wasn't paying attention.
The last thing Peter remembered was the fear in the guy's eyes as he saw Peter turn into a giant black monster and Peter mumbling, "Well that can't be good-"
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Matt Murdock had gotten a tip that something would be going down at the docks around 1:30 am.
Well, 'tip' is kind of generous. He had beaten the information out of a man who was close to the leader of the Russians in New York.
He waited, listening to the vans pull out. Drag the people out of the cars down to the water to be loaded into shipping containers.
He waited for the perfect moment to strike. Picking up 19 frantic heartbeats of scared girls, and the 10 heartbeats of the traffickers.
He was so focused on the timing he almost didn't notice the young heartbeat coming from behind him racing past him and landing down in front of the first container.
He listened to the guy take down a few, before being pinned. Matt swopped in grabbing the guy before heading off to go the other crate.
He listened to the conversation, hearing the teen he had just saved was Spider-Man.
He had to take down a few more guys, kicking one into the bay, before yelling for the girls to leave. When he made his way back the kid was gone, and the main trafficker was stuck upside down to the wall.
"What happened to him?" Matt asked ripping off the webbing from over the man's mouth.
"There was this stuff, black tar thing that spread over the guy. He looked like a monster before he swung away."
"Shit," He mumbled under his breath, he looked around, trying to find something… Anything.
"Hey, man can you just let me go," The man said behind him.
He turned back to the man stuck to the wall, delivering one punch to knock him out then grabbing his phone dialing 911.
He was about to run off, see if there were any trials to follow, and almost missed the phone lying on the ground.
The screen felt like it had been cracked a million times, and heard the message ping.
Matt rolled his eyes, turning voice over on then running his finger over the phone.
"'Peter where are you.' Tony Stark.'" The phone read, Matt slid his finger down more, "'Doc Ock has been missing for a while but we just picked it up' Tony Stark."
"'We stopped by your house, where the fuck are you kid?' Tony Stark."
And finally the most recent message that had come up only seconds ago read, "'I'm heading back to the tower to grab something, please tell me where you are.' Tony Stark"
The kid must work with them… maybe they will know what happened.
As much as he hated working with others he could hear how young the kid was… He needed to do it just this once.
I expect to upload another chapter tomorrow because I feel bad about this chapter. I can't wait to write more daredevil, but I don't think I've written him before, so if it takes a chapter or so for me to really find his character I'm sorryyyyy.
ANYWAY MERRRRY *late* CHRISTMAS!
