Danny Rand / Iron Fist

Danny in this time in K'un-Lun had learned martial arts from the very best of masters. Such skills had enabled him to not only defeat a live dragon and become the Iron Fist, but also aided him when he faced the Hand not too long ago. Yet still with all that he had experienced, it had not prepared him for his third encounter with Spider-Man that night.

Well, not really the Spider-Man though. It was more the Spider-Mans.

He hand found them and Frank Castle, who was quite uncomfortably attached to a wall by metallic webbing, in an building construction site. Danny, had almost not recognized the Punisher because he'd been so badly beaten. Thankfully, however, despite his clear injuries, the man was still alive and doing his best to get out of his predicament. The man continued to struggle even when Danny showed up. There was the slightest recognition Castle's face when he saw Danny, a cross of relief and something else he couldn't quite discern.

Danny had begun to summon his Iron Fist to break through the web bindings on Castle, but stopped when the Punisher shook his head and mouthed, "Get the gun".

Following Castle's line of sight, Danny saw a discarded weapon on the ground with the words STARK printed on it. Immediately he recognized it to be what had taken down the Spider-Man in the first place. Danny looked back at Castle who nodded for him to proceed. Danny understood what the man wanted him to do, take down the two Spider-Mans first. While the honor in Danny called for a proper one on one combat, it was important to note there were two Spider-Mans. If the two tagged team on Danny, it would be very bad, but worse if they used Castle as a hostage.

No, it was a better plan to catch them unawares. Take them down first and then return to free Castle afterwards.

As Danny picked up the weapon to fire it, he could help be slightly mesmerized by the two Spider-Mans' fight. They were both so fluid in movements, completely attuned with each other, one not out matched by the other. It was almost like a dance, with a cracking of concrete every few beats. One was aggressive and violent, the other more subdued and defensive, but not without a bite of his own. It was ... fascinating, something Danny would have enjoyed watching further if not for the danger of being discovered.

Danny decided he would take down the more aggressive Spider-Man first. But to his surprise, just as he fired the weapon, the other Spider-Man was thrown into his line of fire.

It startled Danny for only a moment, but it was the opening that the aggressive Spider-Man needed in order to shoot his webs at him. The webbing was unlike anything he had ever encountered, nor expected. It changed properties from something soft and fluid and into some sort of hard metallic substance. Danny had to use his iron fist in order to break through it.

The metallic webbing was not the only surprise. Something much more bizarre happened, and it freaked Danny out on so many levels. He'd always been a bit of an arachnophobic, so when a horde of spiders came at him, it took all of Danny not to let out a horrified scream. He had expected to be bitten by these awful creatures, but they didn't do that. Instead, they exploded , and in their wake, left a metallic webbing that burned.

Quickly using his iron fist to break through the metallic webbing and brushing as much as the spiders that hadn't exploded off him, Danny prepared himself for the Spider-Man's attack. He had managed one swift hit on the masked criminal but after that, it was misses after misses.

The Spider-Man was incredibly agile and had some sort of sixth sense of when Danny was going to strike. It made the fight quite uneven, and more so with the strength that the man possessed. Matching that with the clear training the Spider-Man seem to have, Danny did not know how long he could hold out. His concern, however, became irrelevant once the masked man made the decision for him – by webbing Danny up and tossing unceremoniously over the side of the building.

Danny felt himself fly and then before he could get out of the webbing that Spider-Man had shot on to him, he struck hard concrete, well a part of him did anyway, in his fall. He then rolled rapidly further along an angled incomplete flooring and onto a scaffolding. The scaffolding, unable to handle his weight, tilted and Danny felt himself fall with the structure, all the way to ground level.

When he landed, Danny could feel that he had multiple fractures, broken ribs and likely a concussion as well. While he wanted to immediately head back up to free Castle, he was in no condition to do so.

In his time of taking care of the city on behalf of the Daredevil, Danny had learned a great deal about himself and how he needed to handle his combats more strategically. His mentors in K'un-Lun had said that while Danny was talented in martial arts, he still had much to learn about patience.

As he focused his chi to heal himself - something ironically was taught to him by an enemy, Danny realized he should have counted himself as lucky. Had he not fallen on to the unbalanced scaffold, he would most certainly have fallen to his death, given that he had not been able to free himself of the metallic webbing until mid-fall from the structure.

In his meditative healing state, he heard an ear-piercing cry of pain. Something was happening up there . Danny knew he had to hurry. The painful cries, however continued, and he could not help but imagine the terrible danger Frank Castle was in. This was all Danny's fault. He should have freed the man first.

It seemed like forever when finally, just as Danny exited from his state of meditation, there was a roaring noise above him. Holy shit, he swore inwardly as he made a mad dash away from the building as it literally came crashing to the ground.

From where Danny stood, he could see the Spider-Man in the air as well, and with him, was Castle in a fireman's hold. Narrowing his eyes, Danny tracked the movements of the Spider-Man as he came flying down. He had seen the man swing from building to building before, he was very agile, and no doubt would have no problems getting down from such a great height.

Yet, Danny could see that something was different this time. The Spider-Man suddenly shifted mid-air, twisting and then tossing the Punisher away from him. Watching from below, Danny felt himself feel a catch in his breath as he watched Castle free fall several meters. The man was going to die .

Suddenly, the Spider-Man dove downwards and caught Castle, though it wasn't a very steady grip as the masked man seemed to lack the strength to hold on to the webbing that was stopping their descent. Another attempt was made, but again, the Spider-Man failed to hold on. And then another. It looked to Danny that the man was in serious trouble, and like a drowning person trying to stay afloat, the Spider-Man was trying to cling to anything that to slow their fall. But it seemed after the third attempt, the man's webshooters somehow failed and both of them plummeted downwards, and landed with a loud crash to the ground below.

Danny didn't wait for the dust to clear to make his way towards the fallen men.

When he reached them, he immediately went to check on Castle. While in Danny's mind, Castle was no hero – killing people who were killers themselves did not make him good. Yet he was still by far better than Spider-Man who preyed on the weak and defenseless. What Spider-Man had been doing, murdering and killing in the city Danny had promised Matt to protect in his absence, it was of pure evil. Danny would not forgive a person like that. No matter what, the Spider-Man would pay for his crime tonight. Perhaps the man was lucky that it was Danny that was taking him in, and not the Punisher. No doubt the latter would have brought Spider-Man in, but in a body bag.

There was a question on Danny's mind, which Spider-Man was this? Was this the same one that had thrown him from the building? Or was this the Spider-Man that he had shot accidently with the shocker weapon. And did it matter? There was nothing that said the other Spider-Man was a good one. It could have been a heist gone wrong, where two partners in crime turned against each other. Danny remembered watching a movie with Colleen that had that exact thing happen. Maybe this Spider-Man had different plans for the Punisher that the other one didn't agree with, which was why they fought? Or maybe something more sinister? Or really it could be that one was actually a good Spider-Man trying to stop the bad one… Danny had also seen a movie like that too.

Too many different scenarios, and Danny's head hurt a bit from it. Or maybe that was just the concussion he still had. The chi may not have healed that completely.

Regardless, Danny for now his primary goal was to make sure that Frank Castle was out of the Spider-Man's grasp.

Carefully, Danny crouched down and pulled Spider-Man's iron grip away from the unconscious Castle. The man didn't even stir, and it was likely from the bump that was starting to swell on the side of his head.

Spider-Man, not surprisingly to Danny, looked in even worse shape than Castle. Under the lighting the man did not look like he was breathing at all. The front of his suit was also completely soaked in blood. The fall, no doubt, added more to his injuries. No. This Spider-Man was done. His days of committing crimes were ending this night. Whatever had transpired in the building leading to its own demolition, it had also taken out the Spider-Man. Well, one of them anyway. The other one may or may not be alive, though with an explosion like that, perhaps the body was incinerated.

Danny started to pull out his cellphone to call Colleen when he heard a voice call out his name.

"Danny!"

"Danny!"

Danny turned to the sound of the voice and saw Colleen and Luke running towards him.

Guess I didn't need to call after all.

"Danny, I've been trying to reach you the past half hour," said Colleen, her voice laced with worry.

"Good thing we were able to track you by GPS," she continued, "But you've literally been bouncing all over the city –"

Colleen froze in mid sentence when she saw the blood on Danny's suit. Despite the dark red colour, it couldn't hide all the wounds on him, unfortunately. The nasty gash on his forehead probably didn't help matters.

"Oh my God, Danny …"

"I'm okay, Colleen. I was injured earlier in my fight with the Spider-Man, but with my chi I was able to heal some of the most critical injuries," said Danny squeezing her hand gently in reassurance."

"You've got anymore of that chi you can spare?" It was Luke that spoke. He was taking in the injuries that both the Punisher and the Spider-Man sustained. Though his eyes didn't seem to leave the Spider-Man, since the man's injuries seemed beyond reprehension.

"I won't be able to for a while, I need time to replenish the chi ," Danny paused for a moment than asked the question on his mind, "Should we leave Spider-Man and Frank Castle to the police?"

"I talked with Claire, and she said that there's two Spider-Man's out there. One of them is good, and the other one, he's a bad one."

Danny nodded, "I did see two. But how can Claire be sure one of them is a good one?"

"Because a Spider-Man saved her from a hospital building that was set on fire tonight," said Luke, "I'll handle the Spider-Man – just in case, we got the wrong one. But Claire described him to be closer to her height, and a tear on his arm where a sniper missed his shot. This looks close enough to me."

As he said that, Luke shook off his jacket and handed it to Colleen. Gently, he moved to scooped up the unconscious Spider-Man into his arms. Colleen was about to just hand over the jacket to cover up the blood on the man's body, but she let out a gasp instead.

Luke looked confused, and it wasn't until he shifted the Spider-Man towards him, that Danny could see why Colleen was so distressed. There was a lot of damage on the man's back, shrapnel shards were embedded, digging deep into his flesh. There was also a cluster of nails to the man's side as well. This was not good at all. Colleen gently lay the jacket over the Spider-Man's body, covering the blood.

Seeing Spider-Man's state, Danny couldn't help but think that maybe his last guess might have been right, that … that maybe this was the case of the good Spider-Man chasing after an impersonator.

"I can smell smoke from the fire you set tonight, Spider-Man,"

"I was at the hospital, but it was after the fire started. I was just there to help the people get out,"

The memories of encountering the first time this night came to Danny's mind. He did smell the smoke on him, it was clear and sharp as day. Yet the third time, when he had fought hand to hand with the Spider-Man in the building, there was none of that.

But that meant nothing.

Who was to say they weren't working together?

Danny's mind was playing a game of devil's advocate on him.

But then, why did he protect Frank Castle by using his own body as a buffer between him and the ground? Only a good person would do that.

Danny didn't know what to think, and really the only way to know was to ask Castle himself; who was knocked out cold.

It seemed that Luke and Colleen both seemed to have come to the same conclusion – they had no true idea what transpired up there – only Frank Castle could tell them.

"Let's bring him back to the dojo. We can ask more questions then," said Colleen turning her head to the distinct sound of sirens approaching.

Luke nodded, "We should hurry. Can you guys both handle Castle?"

"Yeah, we've got him," said Danny as he and Colleen both took a shoulder to the man.

"Claire should be there at the dojo too. Maybe she can take a look at these guys, assess how serious the injuries are," said Luke as he took the lead to leaving the construction site.

God. This was turning out to be a really bizarre night. Danny had been set to apprehend the Spider-Man, but now, it looked like they were not only saving him – well, if he could be saved at all – but they were going to harbor the criminal instead. Well, him and Frank Castle, so two criminals. Fantastic. Could the night get any crazier than this?


Claire Temple

"What happened?" asked Claire as she saw Luke, Danny and Colleen enter the dojo with two unconscious figures. Quickly Claire fetched two mats for them to lay the people on.

Danny and Colleen laid down the man they were shouldering on one of the mats. Claire recognized him immediately - Frank Castle. So Claire hadn't been wrong. She had seen Castle in the crowd by the hospital. And he had been hunting… dear god, it was Spider-Man that Luke was carrying.

Luke's face was concentrated as he carefully lay the Spider-Man down, but surprisingly left the man laying on his side.

"Claire, after you look at Castle, can you take a look at Spider-Man. I think he's in bad shape."

Claire nodded as she took a box of first aid supplies that Colleen handed to her. It was a really big box, so much that she couldn't help but stare in awe at it for a moment.

"Since our run-in with the Hand, I have kept a good stock of those things. It was for Danny, in case he got hurt," she said as a valid explanation.

"I'm the immortal Iron Fist … I don't get hurt that often," muttered Danny under his breath.

"Of course not. But you have limited chi , so this would come in handy when you are running low," said Colleen pointedly.

Danny muttered something else, but Claire didn't catch it. But seeing the embarrassed look on the man's face, she didn't push to ask him to repeat it. Instead, she focused on her patient at hand.

Castle looked bad, his face looked like someone had used it as a punching bag. Probably was. The man's nose was, however, surprisingly not broken. But what was broken were three of the man's ribs, which Claire immediately went to bind them. Once she had done that, Claire set up an IV for Castle. Where Colleen managed to acquire all the medical stuff, wonders would never cease.

She then moved to check on Spider-Man, to whom Luke had actually not left the side of. Claire figured at first that it was because he was worried the Spider-Man may attack them unawares. But in truth, the man was making sure the Spider-Man didn't roll from his side and aggravate his wounds.

Even at first glance, the Spider-Man looked like he was in bad shape. No. He didn't just look it, he was in really bad shape. There was residual metallic webbing that she had seen at the hospital on him. It was more concentrated and it had also melted and burned into the man's suit. How long the webbing was on him, Claire didn't know, but it looked like Spider-Man had tried his best to get most of it off him, leaving only a few traces.

The metallic webbing wasn't what concerned Claire the most, it was instead the damage on the man's back and then also the gaping hole in the man's shoulder that was still bleeding freely.

Claire gave a quick intake of breath when she saw the extent of the damage on the Spider-Man's back. Shrapnel of scrap metal of various sizes were embedded in him. The last time she had seen the Spider-Man, he only had a flesh wound caused by a bullet. Now… now not only was the man's suit soaked with blood, so dark that it contrasted with his already red suit, but his back... My god, what happened to you?

As if reading her mind, Danny spoke up.

"Spider-Man leapt off an exploding building. Seemed like he couldn't keep his grip on the webbing and he fell. This must have happened when he landed."

Or he got caught in the blast, and this was what hit him, suspected Claire as she eyed the injury on the man's back.

Inspecting closer, something caught Claire's eye. There, on Spider-Man's side were five small nails sticking out of his side. How Luke had managed to bring him back without anything dislodging, was a miracle at best.

By the end of her assessment, Claire knew the man needed a hospital. She was afraid that if she pulled anything out of the man, he could bleed to death. And given how much blood he had already lost, any bit of reserve was important.

"He needs to go to the hospital."

It was a statement, an absolute fact that Claire knew there was no going around. If the Spider-Man didn't go to one, she wasn't sure if he would survive the night.

It was like the magic word for vigilantes, because Spider-Man, who by all means should have remained unconscious, spoke up in a weak voice, "No hospital. Please."

The voice, Claire instantly recognized it. It matched the man that had saved her and over a dozen others from the hospital. This was the good Spider-Man. While relief flooded into Claire that they weren't saving a psychopath, it made her sick to her stomach how badly injured the man was.

"If I don't take you to the hospital, you'll die," she said adamantly. This wasn't like Matt's case that night she discovered his dual identity. His injuries had been bad, but this, this was so beyond bad. Claire wasn't sure if something was wrong with her hearing, but the man sounded really young.

"I," the man said weakly, "I'll heal. I just need some time."

"I don't know what kind of healing you have, but these injuries… Spider-Man, you need to go to the hospital."

"I can't. Please. No hospital."

"Spider-Man can't go into a hospital without being noticed," said Luke, "but if we unmask him, he could go in there undetected."

"No, please. I can't. Can't let people know who I am," insisted the Spider-Man, who was now trying to get up.

How is he even getting up? Wondered Claire. Most people with injuries like his, they'd be either dead or dying.

"No, you are not going anywhere. Please, relax. We... we won't do anything against your wishes," said Claire against her better judgment.

At those words, Spider-Man seemed to calm down. Good. Okay, Claire. You just gave an empty promise to a man, because you sure as hell can't guarantee he'll survive without a hospital facility . And then another voice in Claire spoke up, he's an adult, Claire, he can make his own decisions .

First, Claire was going to stop the bleeding from his shoulder injury. It looked terrible, like someone had stabbed him with a pipe or something. The wound went right through the front to an exit wound from the back shoulder.

Carefully pulling out some gauze from the box of medical supplies, Claire started to staunch the blood flow. The wound would need stitches, which meant Claire was going to have to administer anesthesia.

"Spider-Man, is there anyone I can contact that can help you?" Asked Claire.

The man looked completely drained, and no doubt the attempt to get up took even more out of him. All the masked man managed to say was, "Happy..." before he lost consciousness again.

Okay. Happy. Are you happy, because no way that was what you meant. Call your buddy Happy… who would call themselves that?"

Claire searched for a phone on the Spider-Man, and she found it at a very secured side compartment… that had an unfortunate run in with metallic webbing. Claire turned to Luke and he understood immediately. With one hand he pulled the webbing off, tearing out also the cellphone that Claire suspected was hidden there. The acidic webbing, however, had damaged the mobile beyond repair.

Alright. No help from Spider-Man's buddy Happy, Claire had to make do – time to start the anesthesia, stitch up the shoulder wound and then start the removal of the shrapnel and nails from the man.

Claire searched for an entry point to inject the anesthesia in to the man. Ironically the damage to the suit gave her just that; a tear near the man's forearm.

As she waited for the anesthesia to take hold, Claire tried to think of the most efficient to get all the shrapnel out. Some were really deeply embedded, and then there were the cluster of nails on his side.

Claire started with the stitching of his shoulder wound, cleaning it first and then quickly patching him up. When she finished, the true apprehension came when Claire looked at the Spider-Man's back.

"I'm going to start removing some of the shrapnel from his back," stated Claire to no one in particular.

"That looks really bad, like really really bad," said Colleen as she came to Claire's side to help her.

"No joke," said Claire as she took a pair of tweezers and a bottle of alcohol that Colleen passed over to her. Colleen held in her hand a shallow metal tray, ready to receive the to be removed shrapnel pieces.

Alright here goes it.

"He needs to be at a hospital," said Colleen drawing in a breath as she watched Claire pull out the first of many pieces of shrapnel.

"That's what I said," said Claire and inwardly winced on behalf of Spider-Man as the man jerked in pain. She had been sure she had injected enough anesthesia to knock any normal person out. Well, clearly he's not normal, Claire. She'd seen the man in action, and normal was not on that list.

But she was afraid that if she gave him too much anesthesia, it could kill him or worse put him in a coma. Okay, maybe just a little more . Claire couldn't imagine the pain the Spider-Man would be under without the drug. Carefully, she increased the dosage, and to her relief, the man seemed to quiet down a lot more. Okay, let's try this again.

Claire had removed only eight of the many pieces of shrapnel left on the Spider Man's body and it was as she feared, the man was losing a lot of blood. The nails on his side, those were next on her list. Claire had to be extra careful for that removal.

"Hey, did I miss a memo that we moved the party here?" a voice floated from the hallway to the dojo room. "You know it's a good thing I'm a detective. Luke was supposed to go with me on this lead that might clue in that our favorite devil may actually be alive."

"Jessica," it was Luke that spoke, "Sorry I had to run out on you, but we had a bit of an issue that came up."

Finally Jessica Jones appeared by the doorway, her face nonchalant as her tone of voice was.

"What? An issue bigger than finding Matt?" said Jessica, though suddenly she tensed up when she saw the two new guests.

"Is that… Spider-Man?" Her voice to Claire seemed oddly shakened.

"Yeah, it is. Before you say anything, Spider-Man, turns out to be a good guy, at least this one. I'm not sure if you've had a chance to catch up with the latest news in Hell's Kitchen, but point is, he's a friendly, Jess," said Luke.

"Well, f*ck yeah, he's a friendly," snapped Jessica to Luke and everyone's surprise. Claire tried not to look up either because she was in the midst of removing the nail. It was strange hearing Jessica Jones so emotional, because for the times Claire had met the woman, she was pretty much f*ck the world and the stupid asses that live in it attitude. That and drinking lots and lots of alcohol. So hearing her so adamant about someone's innocence without a second thought was not only surprising, but absolutely shocking.

Within a second, the detective was beside Claire and her face went from shock to pure anger. "What the hell happened to him? Why is he here? He should be at a goddamn hospital!"

"He said he didn't want to go," started Claire but was interrupted immediately by Jessica looked absolutely distressed more than she was furious. Her eyes were watchful as Claire pulled out one of the five nails embedded in Spider-Man's side. It wasn't a short nail, as it turned out, but an inch long one.

Damn. Claire winced inwardly as she dropped it into the metal tray Colleen held. Hang in there Spider-Man, just a few more to go.

"Well, this kid shouldn't have a choice in the matter."

"Kid?" Repeated Claire, unsure she heard correctly.

"Man. Whatever he calls himself," said Jessica suddenly faltering and unsure. There was a lot of emotion on the woman's face that Claire couldn't read, but it was close to panic as the detective had ever let on.

Spider-Man started to cough, and that drew Jessica's full attention. "Alright, clear this room, I'm unmasking him." It was a blatant statement and left little room for argument.

"And yeah, FYI, I don't give a crap that crazy trigger happy Frank Castle is being nursed by Glowy fist man."

"Iron Fist," muttered Danny.

"Please. Just drag him out of here, I don't want him knowing Spider-Man's real identity," continued Jessica, ignoring Danny's indignant look about being called glowy fist."

Luke slowly nodded, but he held the same confused expression as Claire did. How did Jessica would know that the Spider-Man was good, and why was she protective of him?

After what was an awkward silence that followed, Luke finally spoke up.

"Um. Okay, let's just move Mr. Castle to the next room. Be back in a minute."


Claire Temple

Once Luke, Colleen and Danny had left the main room of the dojo with Castle, Jessica proceeded to remove Spider-Man's mask, though for a second she hesitated.

"You can trust me, Jessica. I know a lot of secret identities. Spider-Man will just add to my roster," said Claire, understanding her concern.

"Trust me when I tell you don't really want to know who he is," she said with a sigh as she cradled Spider-Man's head gently on her lap before peeling off the mask.

As Spider-Man's identity was revealed to Claire, it rendered her completely speechless, even her heart felt like it stopped for a moment. No shit.

"He's just a kid. Oh my God. What the hell… what in hell is he doing running into burning buildings?!"

"Burning buildings?" repeated Jessica.

Oh well, she doesn't know that this kid ran into a burning building, got shot at even. And shit, probably went through more after the Punisher got his sights on him. God damn it. He's a kid. At most… what 14 or 15 years old?

"Nevermind," said Claire shaking her head not wanting to get into it at the moment.

"Is his condition, as bad as it looks?" asked Jessica worriedly.

"It is. That's why I wanted to get him to a hospital. But he said no… but I think in the end, he may have been right. I gave him anesthesia, and he needed way more than the normal person. The hospital staff might find it strange, and I'm thinking any bloodwork done on him would only prove that he's... different from normal people."

"Yeah, I get that," said Jessica and then she paused, "kid's got some healing capabilities. He should be okay."

Though even as Jessica said that, Claire could detect clear uncertainty in her voice. After removing the mask, Spider-Man, no… the kid, seemed to breathe a lot easier. Of course there wouldn't be much comfort having to wear a mask all the time.

It was quiet for a moment as Claire started back with removing the remaining nails embedded in the kid's side before she couldn't hold back the question on her mind.

"So, how did you meet the kid? Spider-Man I mean."

"He saved Trish's life."

"Your sister?"

"Yeah."

And then silence. Not much of a conversationalist, are you? Thought Claire. But in some ways that was better that way since she needed to focus anyway. Claire would ask another time about how the two had crossed paths.

"Do you know if he has a support team, like maybe the Avengers or something?"

Claire really wanted to know if there was some other safer way to help the kid. With the tools and the experience she had, Claire honestly didn't know if she could save the kid. Knowing that there was an alternate solution, it would really help at the moment.

"I know that does this solo for the most part, but I'm pretty sure Tony Stark supplied this fancy suit."

Then Happy must have been someone that works for Tony Stark. Damn, Claire wished the cell phone hadn't been damaged in the attack.

"No shit. Where does that ego end? He's enabling a kid to do this?"

"Yeah," agreed Jessica, though Claire could see there was something she was holding back.

Claire, however, didn't probe and asked instead, "You have anyway of contacting him?"

"Stark?"

"Yeah."

"Hell, I wish. I would love to tell him something else."

You're not the only one.

"You didn't find a cellphone on the kid?"

"Luke and I did, but it was too badly damaged in the attack."

"Shit."

"Yeah. Agreed."

Silence.

"You're doing a good job," said Jessica suddenly.

She looked up at the woman, slightly surprised at the rare compliment coming from her. Claire's lips curved slightly at the praise before returning her focus again on removing another one of the nails from the kid's side.

In Claire's mind, as she worked on the kid, she was still reeling at discovery that Spider-Man was just a child. A young kid that should have been spending his days hanging out with his friends, going to school, having fun. This shit that the kid got involved with, this wasn't right at all. Running into burning buildings, avoiding getting shot, falling off buildings... this wasn't something that should have been burdened on a child. The danger that the kid put himself in front of was wrong on so many levels that it Claire made a mental note to talk to the him once he was patched up. That and also where Tony Stark fit in all of it as well. Yeah, you and I, we're going to talk kid. So you had better pull through.

And Claire intended to use everything in her ability to make sure Spider-Man lived through the night, even if it was just to lecture the kid on basic survival skills.