Thankfully his Aunt May had went to work early that morning, so she had not tried to wake Peter up. She would have lost it had the teen not been in his bed.

It was almost four in the afternoon when Spider-man crawled through his bed room window. He waited a moment to make sure no one was home before dropping lightly to the floor.

He was exhausted. The whole ordeal was draining. He flopped onto his bed, barely able to wiggle free from his costume. He half heartedly shoved it under his bed before passing out into a deep sleep.

A loud knock sounded at the front door that sent Peter straight up to the ceiling. He hung there for a moment trying to get his bearings before realization dawned.

"Oh no! Ned!"

Without meaning to his sticky fingers let go of their hold and Peter crashed into the floor.

"Ow," he muttered touching the back of his head. Thankfully the cut back there was healed but it was still a bit sore.

He quickly grabbed a pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt before stumbling out of his room to throw open the door.

He really should have checked the peep hole first because it was not Ned standing there. In fact, glancing at the clock, showed that Ned wasn't due to arrive in another hour.

"Hello?" Peter asked, unsure. The man standing outside the door was a tall, well dressed, and professional.

"Hello, Mr. Parker?" He inquired.

"Yes?"

"My name is James Wesley." He began before stepping into the apartment without invitation. "I am a lawyer and wish to speak to you about an acquaintance of yours."

Peter kept the door wide open and looked the man up and down. Aunt May would expect him to be polite but this arrogant man was setting off his spidey senses.

"Sure Mr. Wesley, you can speak, but do you mind doing it in the hall? My aunt doesn't like strangers in the house."

The lawyer looked around the apartment taking in the worn furniture and family photos.

"And where is your beautiful aunt now? He asked pointing at one of the photos, "Is she home?"

Peter glared at him but still answered politely.

"No, she is at work, but she will be home very soon. Perhaps you should wait for her to get back." Peter suggested.

The man shrugged, unconcerned about the not so subtle hints the teen was leaving.

"This won't take long." He said the reached above Peter gripping the door to close it. The teen knew better then to fight it, he didn't want this man to realize he had super strength.

Still he couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding as the door closed. His senses were screaming so loud he had to take a couple steps back from the man just to be able to breathe.

"Alright," Peter snapped, his tone stronger then he felt, "Who are we talking about?"

The lawyer held up a security photo of Peter clearly in the arms of Hells Kitchen's very own Daredevil.

Peter groaned internally, no one really knew Spider-man yet so at least his red and blue hoodie didn't raise that question but he still cursed himself for removing the mask.

What did confuse him was that Mr. Murdock had said he had found him in that alley and took him home … oh.

It suddenly clicked in Peter's head and he realized it wasn't his identity that this man before him was rooting for.

"Daredevil," Peter said, "Yeah, good guy. Helped me out last night when I had a seizure."

"Do you know him?" The lawyer demanded.

"Yeah, Daredevil, I just said that. His picture is all over the news papers and T.V. Look Mr. Wesley, I don't know what you want me to say, I had a seizure last night, they make it so I don't remember much! He helped me off the street is all."

The lawyer had a look that clearly showed he did not believe the teen.

"You weren't admitted to any hospital last night; no emergency calls were made regarding anyone fitting your description. Where did the man take you?"

"What do you want with him?" Peter suddenly asked, "He is just looking out for the city and he saved me, so I don't feel comfortable saying anything."

The man was annoyed. Very annoyed.

"Answer the question boy. When you woke up, where were you? What building, what part of town."

Peter opened the door and put on his stubborn teen face. He might not be able to do mean or intimidating but what teen couldn't do stubborn.

"Sorry you had to waste your time coming down here Mr. Wesley. I don't remember anything. Have a good day."

The man looked as though he wasn't going to leave before he finally put on a passive face and turned on his heel. He paused long enough to look down his nose at the boy.

"If you remember anything about the dangerous vigilante, I expect to be the first one you call." He handed Peter a card then left.

Peter wasn't sure, but he thought he was just threatened.

His mood was subdued when Ned got there but quickly cheered up once they delved into the star trek box set and snacks May had left in the fridge.

By the time Monday came around he forgot about the lawyer completely.

Monday turned out to be a pretty dull day even though his spider senses kept spiking at random. He never saw anything around when they did but he suspected that they were warning him Flash was up to something.

Sure enough at the end of the day Peter found himself shoved into a brick wall with Flash and his goons surrounding him. In order to hide his secret, he didn't fight back but he did well enough to avoid most of the really hard punches.

They gave up on the game of 'Beat Peter to a pulp' when Flash missed with a punch and probably broke his hand on the wall behind him. Trying to save face in front of his friends he gave Peter a hard shove to the ground before leaving.

"Are you alright?" Ned asked as he rushed over. He helped Peter to his feet and brushed some dirk off his sweater.

"Yeah I am fine, he barely even got me," Peter mumbled, "Though I am pretty sure he broke his hand. So, score one for me!"

"Nice," Ned agreed.

The two walked for a bit talking about the new Lego set Ned had got for his birthday. Eventually they got to the spot they split ways.

"See ya later Peter!"

"Bye Ned!"

As Peter turned, he still couldn't help but notice his Spidey-sense had not cooled down any. He looked around just to make sure there was nothing going on before chalking it up to nerves.

Had he been more experienced he might have noticed a few shadows on the nearby building, or that a van had circled the block at least twice. As it was, he never thought someone would want to kidnap Peter Parker, Spider-man sure, but not plain old Peter.

The shock of a van speeding up onto the curb just ahead of him and five men jumping out made him freeze for just a moment. Peter had time to take a single step back before a figure appeared behind him and a needle was jammed into the base of his neck.

What ever was in the needle worked fast, fast enough his healing factor couldn't stop it before it knocked him out.

His consciousness returned gradually, well before the kidnappers figured it would at least.

He laid very still and listened to everything going on around him.

The building he was currently located on top of was close to the water and creaked eerily with the wind. By the number of rats and the feces smell it was abandoned. He could hear several men located in strategic spots around his location, but it was only the two in front of him that spoke.

They were far enough away no one with normal hearing could have caught it, but fortunate for him he could hear every word.

"When the boy is awake, we are going to let Deets have his way. The boy's screams will bring in the man in the mask."

"The devil is all about saving people, sure, but how do we know he will come for this kid specifically?"

"The boss made sure to leave enough evidence for the police to broadcast the kids kidnapping. Including his name. He is sure the devil knows the boy. He will come." He paused and took a sharp drag off his cigarette. "And if not, well, the kid will send a good message to any one that opposes us! We will hang his body off the Queensborough bridge."

Peter had heard quite enough to know he was not sticking around for this. With so many eyes on him though he had to be careful so with as little movement as possible he tested his bonds. They were well done but he could break them. Once he broke them though he was gonna have a fight on his hands, a fight that would expose him as the Spider-man.

"Alright, calm down Peter, calm down. You are Spider-man! You can figure this out."

"Spiderman."

The sudden voice made Peter jump, thankfully not enough to give away he was awake.

"Can you hear me Spider-man?"

The voice was not close but Peter could pick up the words easy enough. He hoped that Daredevil could hear him whisper.

"Yes."

"Good. Listen carefully and we will get you out of this with your body and identity in tact."

"OK." Peter was willing to trust the man to deliver on that promise.

"Can you get yourself free?"

"Yes. But not without a pretty obvious display of strength."

"That's fine, I am going to cause a distraction. When it happens get to your feet and bolt to the north side of the building. Jump. Don't worry there is large garbage bin there that will cushion the fall. Once you are down break the ropes and get yourself out of here!"

"I am not leaving you here to fight them all by yourself!"

"I can handle it kid. Just get yourself to safety ok?"

Peter sighed.

"Fine." He was about to ask what the distraction would be when a sudden explosion shook the building. A huge fire ball to the south of the building lit up the sky. "Subtle." Peter muttered as he pulled himself to his feet.

Running with his arms tied behind his back and the drugs still floating around his system was not easy. It felt like the roof was moving as he made his way north.

A yell alerted him to the men noticing his escape.

When he got to the ledge, he liked to think he had fearlessly jumped but it was mostly just him tripped over his heavy feet and falling headfirst into a dumpster full of shredded paper.

With an exaggerated flex of his arms he snapped the ropes binding him and pulled himself out of the dumpster. Gun shots above him cause him to duck his head and throw himself into the first form of cover. Another dumpster.

"After the kid! He can't be allowed to live!"

Peter wished he had his web shooters, but he had to make do with what he had. He grabbed the first thing that he could, a garbage can lid, and waited. As he heard the first bad guys foot steps get closer he jumped out and threw the lid much like he idol Captain America would have.

The metal smashed the man in the face sending a spray of blood across the wall. Peter didn't have time to flinch at the damage, he was literally fighting for his life. He came in behind the lid and punched the man with enough force to knock him out but not kill him.

A bullet clipped the wall directly above the boy's head. Peter dropped into a roll and bolted down a dark alley.

At least three men were hunting him, and he counted ten still up top trying to find Daredevil.

"Three. Ok. I can handle three." He muttered.

He found a shady corner and used his spider powers to climb the sheer wall to sit in wait much like a real spider would.

He let the first two men run past his location. The third he jumped on from behind.

He was aware he didn't have his mask so he didn't want the men to see him, he was banking on the bad guys thinking it was Daredevil that took them out.

Peter pulled the man down from the back of his coat and connected a hard right hand into his ear before continuing with the downward motion and smacking the back of the guys head off the pavement.

Peter couldn't help but cringe.

"Sorry dude, I know that hurts like hell. But you are a bad guy and you deserve it!" Peter quipped quietly.

Peter jumped and stuck to the side of the wall when a voice spoke directly in his ear.

"I thought I told you to leave?"

Peter grabbed his heart.

"Jeeze, man, warn a guy before you sneak up on him like that!" Peter hopped down and eyed the Daredevil. "How do you do that?"

"It's a long story, I lost my eye sight when …"

"No, no, not that," Peter clarified staring at the older hero, "How do you get your voice to go all deep and superhero-y? I can't do it! I tried! It's like a hero prerequisite, right? Can you say, 'I am Batman!'? Please?"

To his credit Daredevil didn't crack a smile, though he wanted too.

"Come on Spider-boy. Let's get you home. The cops say your Aunt is at the station causing hell!"

Peter's face dropped.

"Oh no, they don't know what they have unleashed!"

This time Daredevil did grin.