A/N: So, this has been a year.

Sorry for how long this took, life has been busy and I had little time to work. Whenever I did have a bit of free time, I spent it trying not to go insane from how crazy the world is right now. While I was gone, this story got over a thousand followers and over half a million views! Thank you all so much, your support means the world to me.

This chapter isn't as long as I would've liked, but the flow of the story suffered a bit when I tried to make it longer, so I'm saving that stuff for the next chapter. Hope you enjoy this chapter, and now that I have more free time, I'll try writing more. Thanks guys!

Claire was a woman with a unique life. A regular person, who became a nurse because she wanted to help people. She was really good at her job, but there wasn't anything special about her.

And then she met Daredevil. And her life changed as she started treating a different type of clientele.

The protector of Hell's Kitchen was standing in the corner of her makeshift medical bay, as the nurse continued her work on her newest patient, Spider-Man. She knew who he was, of course. She watched the news, saw what the Bugle said about him, and honestly, had her doubts about how much of a hero he was. However, she knew he had done some good.

But looking at him now, broken and bruised, and finding out he was just a teenager? Well, that changes things. Now she isn't sure if he should even be doing this. Things could've ended very bad for him tonight. He should be doing what any person his age should be doing, worrying about school, go out on dates, learning how to drive. Not fighting psychopaths and almost drowning in the Hudson.

Claire couldn't handle thinking about it for too long. She looked over at the vigilante in the corner. "Any idea where Logan went?"

Daredevil just shook his head. "He isn't exactly the open type. I'm sure he'll be back soon."

The nurse stared at him for a second. "Are you nervous?" She asked.

Daredevil stiffened a bit. "Why do you ask?"

"You're fidgeting," she stated.

The blind vigilante froze, noticing that the nurse was right.

Claire sighed. "You're worried about the kid."

Matt lowered his head a bit. "Of course I am," he said, slightly quiet. "How is he doing?"

"The same as he was an hour ago. You know, the last time you asked," she told him, as she went back to work. She bit back her tongue, as she already snapped a bit at him for this. That doesn't mean she wasn't pissed about this. Matthew was a grown man. A grown man with some weird abilities, but a grown man. If he wanted to go out and fight people who could kill him, that was on him. But this is a young man. Immature. He should not be doing this at this point in his life.

And Matt knew. He found out how young he was, and instead of talking to him and telling him to stop, he let him go about like this. And he suffered for it.

Claire bit back her anger, and turned back to the vigilante in the room. "Don't worry," she simply told him, as she continued her work.

Daredevil sighed, guilt weighing on him. "Easier said than done."

"Sir, do PZZT read me?"

"Agent, what's your status?"

"They're dead. They're all PZZT."

"Agent? Come in. What's the status of the target?"

"Oh god. He found me. He-AAAAAAAAARRGGGHH."

"Agent!? Can you read me!? Agent!?"

"...your agent's down. You're next."

"Do you think he'll be back soon?"

Claire continued treating Peter, who thankfully was becoming more stable. However, her curiosity about when Wolverine would return was starting to get to her.

Daredevil simply shrugged. "I'm not sure," he answered. "It's not like he's exactly open with me."

Suddenly interrupting their conversation, the young hero on the operating table started groaning, surprising both the nurse and the vigilante. "He's waking up!" Claire said, shocked. "It should have taken him at least another 3 hours to regain consciousness."

Daredevil had a surprised expression on his face, as he perked up and immediately went over to the cot that the teenager was laying on. The relief Matt felt in that moment was indescribable. However, that guilt was still sticking to his soul. It's a feeling he's intimately familiar with, but one that feels heavier than normal at the moment.

Peter groaned in pain. His entire body felt stiff at best, and broken at worst. He was trying to open his eyes, but was barely able to find the strength. The only thing properly working at the moment was his mind. He could feel himself groaning and trying to move, but knew he was too hurt to properly do it. Why was he this beat up? Was it because of the state Morlun left him, or because he was just that beat up? When he thought about it, the last few months have probably taken way more of a toll on him than he realized. He fought Doctor Doom, was thrown in space, fought an ancient space evil, and now he just fought off six...seven, of his most deadly enemies, and destroyed a weapon that could destroy the city before almost drowning.

How did he even get out of there? Last thing he remembers clearly was that he was fighting Doc Ock on the beach. How did he...?

Peter finally was able to open his eyes, his vision a little blurry, but eventually clearing. Oh, that's how.

"Daredevil...?" The teenager croaked out.

The vigilante looked down at him with a small smile. "Hey," he quietly greeted.

Peter shifted a bit, trying to sit up. He groaned, only to get stopped by a woman he's never met. "Whoa whoa whoa," she warned. "Take it easy there, kid."

"Wh-where am I?" He asked, confused.

"You're at my nurse's station in Hell's Kitchen, made especially for people like you," the nurse explained. "My name is Claire. It's nice to meet you, Peter."

"It's nice to meet you too-wait," Peter froze. "What!?"

The teenager mustered enough strength to touch his face, realizing his helmet was off. It stung when he touched his bare face. They must have taken it off to treat his head.

"Wait," Peter said, confused. "How do you know my name?"

Daredevil's smile fell. "That's my fault," he admitted, feeling bad. The vigilante figured that there was only one real way to make this right. "But I want us to be even," he told the teenager, as he slowly removed his mask, to show the younger hero his milky eyes and red hair. "We've met before."

"At the job fair at Midtown," Peter realized, he's eyes widening slightly. "You're that lawyer."

"That's right," the red head smiled a bit. "I'm Matthew Murdock. It's nice to really meet you."

"So, wait..." Peter mumbled, trying to wrap his head around everything. "You're not really blind then?"

"No, I am," Matt stated. "But the rest of my senses are heightened. Which lets me do what I do."

"And...you decided to do it, dressed as a devil?" Peter asked. "Why?"

"Why did you decide to dress like a spider?" Matthew retorted.

"I have the powers of a spider," Peter said. "You don't have the powers of a devil."

"As far as you know," Matt chided.

Peter stared at him for a second. "Was that a joke? Did the scary Daredevil just make a joke?" Peter shook his head, as he laid it back down on his pillow. "Ock hit me harder than I thought..."

"Speaking of," Claire interrupted. "You have several broken bones, a lot of lacerations, and a possible concussion. Luckily, it seems like you heal really quick. I've set the broken bones, and they should heal enough to let you walk out of here tomorrow. That said, you'll need to take it easy the next few days. Which means no Spider-Man stuff. Period. Got it?"

The teenager looked at the nurse, knowing that this woman had helped him out a lot tonight. "I'll try," he answered, honest but noncommittal.

Claire, of course, picked up on it, sighing a bit. "...right. Well, if you'll excuse me, I'll need to take stock since I used up so many of my supplies on you. Keep an eye on him Matt."

The vigilante turned his head towards her, giving a blank look.

"You know what I mean," Claire said, getting annoyed. She then walked over to a far counter where she kept her supplies, starting her inventory.

Matt waited until she was out of earshot, before putting his focus back on the bedridden brunette. "She's a bit mad at us."

"Really? Ah-!" Peter gasped out, a quick sharp pain in his sternum as he tried to shuffle himself a bit to get more comfortable. "I hadn't noticed."

"Heh. Good to see your sense of sarcasm isn't broken." Matt said.

"Me too," Peter quipped. "Unlike my arms. Or my ribs. Or my everything."

"To be honest with you kid," Matt got back on track, "Claire has a reason to be upset. You're young, and this is a hard life. You don't need to do this."

"Yes, I do," Peter quickly told him.

"But why?" Murdock pressed. "You still have your whole life ahead of you. You don't need to be doing this. You should be going on dates, taking tests, hanging out with friends, getting jobs, living life."

"But if I wasn't out there tonight," Peter said, serious, "A lot of people would have gotten hurt." He then looked right at the lawyer. "Why do you do this? Why are you Daredevil?"

He paused for a second, not expecting being asked that. "...because I can help people."

"Well, there ya go."

Daredevil went quiet, contemplating the teenager's response. Matt knew that there would be no convincing Peter otherwise about this. And honestly, he did do good, even if it might be reckless to have him go out. There's really only one thing Matt could do; he'd have to keep an eye on him.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, prompting Matt to put his mask back on.

The nurse turned towards the door, stopping her count of the supplies. "About time," he muttered to herself, as she made her way to the door. "Logan, where have you..."

Claire opened the door, as she fell silent, shocked at the sight. Standing on the other side was Iron Man, standing tall in his shiny red and gold armor, larger than life. Behind him was Wolverine, arms crossed, waiting for her to let them in.

"Hi there," Iron Man greeted, before his helmet retracted into his suit, showing his head. "Did I make it in time for visiting hours?"

In her room in Avengers Tower, Natasha, freshly changed into a tank top and sweats, sighed as she collapsed on her bed. It was a long day that presented problems the Avengers were going to have to deal with, and she was worn out.

She propped herself up slightly, quickly scanning her highly organized and clean bedroom. Quick environment scans and exceptional tidiness; two things she can "thank" the Red Room for giving her. She had a routine she did at night, but with her energy the way it was, she figured she could go one night without the scheduled reading and midnight workout.

She laid back down, closing her eyes briefly as she was trying to let sleep take her. However, the silence in the room was cut by a short, repeating beep. She opened her eyes, a bit confused for a second before she quickly realized what it was. She leapt out of bed, hurrying towards her closet and opened the doors. She looked at the case that held her Black Widow suit, pressing her hand to a security lock to open the case. When the plexiglass door slide open, she reached into the suit pocket, taking out her Avenger's communication card, the card beeping in her hand.

She quickly answered. "Widow."

"Hello Romanoff," a voice greeted over the card. "It's been a while."

Natasha froze for moment, squinting her eyes in suspicion of the voice. "Who is this?"

"You know who."

Recognition came to the former assassin. "You know, Rogers is looking for you."

"I know. How is he doing?"

"Pretty well, all things considered. Right now he's yelling at Fury."

"Heh, that's the Steve I know."

The redhead frowned, as she started to pace her room. "What do you want?"

"A little bit ago, I gave Stark a flash drive that contained code created by Hydra to take over most of the world's satellites. It was incomplete, but Stark was able to use it to find Spider-Man."

"So you've had eyes and ears on us," Natasha stated. "How long?"

"A few months now. I needed to be sure you could help."

"Help with what?"

"What I didn't tell Stark is that there was more than just the code on that flash drive," the voice revealed. "There were plans for a scheme that Hydra has been working on for years now in secret."

Natasha's eyes widened in realization. "You were leading Rogers around so he would see some of those plans, didn't you? So that the Avengers would get on the trail?"

"I couldn't have contacted your team until now," he revealed. "Hydra tried to take control of me again. I was able to escape, but they were hunting me. I was able to...escape, temporally."

"What we saw today was...disturbing," Natasha said, stoic. "The ramifications of it could be disastrous. We need to stop it."

"Yes, we do," the voice said. "I think it's time for us to rendezvous. Take the fight to Hydra before it's too late."

"We leave you alone for a few days, and this happens? Boy we have some terrible luck."

Tony was sitting in a chair next to Peter's rest bed, going over what happened with the Sinister Six.

"What do you mean 'we?'" Peter joked, a small smile on his face. "I was the one that blew up an underwater super weapon."

Tony smirked in response. "I mean in general. All this kicked off like a day after the Avengers left. Because of course it did."

"Don't beat yourself up about it," Peter reassured. "They beat me up and I don't blame you. Besides, they were my guys. I was probably the best person to fight them."

"Still wished we could have backed you up," Tony said. He then turned his head, to look at Claire, Daredevil, and Wolverine, chatting to each other on the other side of the office. "You have some interesting friends, kid."

"Yeah, they're my amazing super friends," the teenager quipped. "We play Yatzhee every Friday night together. Definitely aren't just people I teamed up with once to beat up a few goons." He then turned his head towards the billionaire. "How do you know Logan?"

Tony just shrugged. "We run in similar circles," he answered.

"You go to shady bars too?"

"Well, not shady," Tony retorted.

"Oh good," Peter mumbled, still sore beyond belief. "How did that thing go anyway?"

"The trip?" Tony asked, stalling a bit. "It went...ok. We might have to do some follow up on it." He said, trying not to outright lie. The kid's had a really rough few days, he absolutely did not need this.

"Let me know if you need help with that," Peter said.

"How about we focus on you recovering first?" The genius inventor stated. "Seriously kid, anything I can do?"

Peter thought for a moment, before his eyes widened. He shot up, before groaning in pain and falling back down onto the bed.

"Kid!?" Tony asked, worried.

"I need to...need to call Gwen," Peter said. "She knows what happened. She's probably worried sick."

"She's knows about the Spider-Man stuff?" Tony questioned.

"Yeah, told her a while ago, around the Mysterio stuff," Peter told him.

"Ah, wish I had known that, would've made things easier when I talked to her," Tony said, rubbing his chin. "Is your phone here?"

"...no," Peter answered after thinking for a moment. "I left all my stuff in an alley near Midtown High."

"Well, we'll get it later," Tony said. 'Until then..." The billionaire had his helmet materialize on his head, as he put his finger to his ear, calling the young woman.

After a few rings, Tony heard the line pick up on the other end. "Hello?" The teenage girl answered, anxioty in her voice.

"Hi, Ms. Stacy? This is Tony Stark," he greeted. "Your Spider-Boyfriend is fine, he's just a little banged up and is getting some treatment. He's safe though."

"Oh thank god," Gwen said, taking a sigh of relief. "Can he talk?"

"Of course he can, he never shuts up," Tony quipped. "But I'm calling from my Iron Man suit and this model doesn't have a removable helmet."

"Tell her I said hi," Peter said, trying to sit up a bit.

"He says hi," Stark parroted.

"Tell him I said hi back," Gwen said.

"She says hi," Tony told the teenager.

"Hi," Peter responded, a bit awkward as he laid back down.

"I'll make sure he gets some rest, and he'll talk to you when he can. You get some sleep now, ok?"

"Ok," Gwen said, her voice understandably sounding tired. "Thanks Mr. Stark."

"No problem, I am a super hero after all." With that, the billionaire hung up, and retracted his helmet before he noticed Claire walking towards him. "So, when can our little patient go home?"

Claire gave him a sour look. "Glad you can be so caviler about this," she said, displeased, as she crossed her arms. "I want to keep him under watch for another night. If he recovers enough where he can actually walk, then I'll let him go." She then pointed a finger in Tony's face, taking him back a bit. "But absolutely, positively, NO Spider-Man for a few days. Crystal?"

Tony gave a sheepish smile. "Understood, ma'am," he told her, backing up slightly. He then looked back at the teenager. "Best of luck kid, see you at the tower soon."

Daredevil and Wolverine also said a quick goodbye, as the three left the makeshift nurse's station. Peter watched the leave, as he sat up a little. However, he quickly realized that he was now alone with Claire. A nurse that he was on pretty thin ice with.

"So..." Peter awkwardly started. "Do you, uh, like movies?"

Claire stared at him blankly, before sighing. "I'm going back to inventory."

"That might be for the best, yeah," Peter quickly agreed, as he laid back down, focusing on getting some rest. The sooner he heals, the better.