Peter miraculously manages to shut up and get his homework done over the next two hours, even if it involves a lot of humming along to the music he's listening to on his iPod. Honestly, who still has a separate mp3 player from their phone? It's not 2011 anymore.
He shoves the various binders, notebooks, and textbooks into his backpack and zips it up hurriedly at exactly eight o'clock. Tony finds himself worrying about five textbooks being way too heavy and possibly crippling Peter but then remembers that this kid has literally caught a moving bus. Then he worries about the fact that Peter had to catch a bus, and will definitely do it again at some point. Then he worries that maybe he really should go see a therapist for all his worrying, but by that point Peter's already heading to the elevators.
"Bye Mr. Stark! I'll see you tomorrow probably," Peter says cheerfully.
"Be safe. Don't do anything I wouldn't do," Tony replies. "And I mean current me, not twenty-year-old me. Cocaine is definitely out of the picture."
Peter gives him a funny look, but nods and replies with complete sincerity. "I promise not to do cocaine."
He gets on the elevator and heads up to the roof, where he puts on the Spider-Man costume before very carefully testing the web shooters a few times to make sure they won't break and plummet him to his untimely demise between the skyscrapers. Once he's certain they're in working order, he shoots a web to a nearby building and swings off the edge, making his way to the meeting place on a rooftop in Hell's Kitchen without once touching the ground.
When he gets there, Daredevil and Jessica Jones are already there, Jessica with a bottle of bottom-shelf whiskey in her hand while she harasses Daredevil by poking his horns repeatedly. Daredevil responds to the harassment by crossing his arms over his chest and looking disappointed in her life choices, while occasionally throwing suspicious looks at her whiskey.
Peter touches down on the rooftop a few feet behind Jessica and wrinkles up his nose at the smell of her drink. "Are you sure that's safe for human consumption? It smells like rubbing alcohol."
"Fuck!" Jessica drops the whiskey in surprise, not having clocked Peter's presence until he spoke.
Daredevil catches the bottle by the neck before it hits the ground and hands it back to Jessica who nods at him gratefully before taking another sip of it. "I don't think it's gonna be cheap liquor that kills me, kid," she says with a sigh. "Daredevil, Spider-Kid. Spider-Kid, Daredevil. Thought it would be easier if you two had a mutual acquaintance here," she introduces, gesturing between the two with her bottle held loosely in one hand.
"It's Spider man ," Peter corrects, crossing his arms over his chest. His disappointed facial expression doesn't really come across through the mask, though.
"How old are you?" Daredevil asks suspiciously.
Jessica snorts and rolls her eyes at the man's fake gravelly voice, but Daredevil just ignores her. It seems like he's had a lot of practice doing that.
"Uh, I'm seventeen," Peter replies.
Daredevil looks unimpressed. "Try that again, but this time don't lie."
"Fine. I'm fifteen. Are you going to tell me I'm too young to be out doing this?"
Daredevil shrugs. "No, although you probably are. You're going to do it no matter what, so I might as well show you how to do it without getting yourself killed."
"You sound like my ninth grade sex-ed teacher, Mur—Daredevil," Jessica drawls.
"Jessica if you just sit down and shut up, then I'll buy you whiskey that doesn't burn off your tastebuds," Daredevil replies with an exhausted sigh.
She puts her hands up in surrender and goes to sit at the edge of the rooftop where she can observe the two superheroes. Sometimes looking at the costumes on other vigilantes gives her a pang of guilt as she gets a glimpse at what might've been—at what she might've been—but she shakes it off easily now.
"Alright Spider-Man, let's see what you've got," Daredevil says, gesturing for Peter to come at him.
"Er… are you sure..? I mean, I'm pretty strong…" Peter replies awkwardly. "I can lift ten tons, and you're just a normal guy, right?"
"He's a freak too, kiddo. Don't worry about hurting him," Jessica calls from the sidelines.
Daredevil flips her off and she returns the gesture with a smug smile. "She's right; don't worry about hurting me."
Peter gives a hesitant nod. "Do you wanna just do like, hand to hand, or do you want me to use the webs and stuff?"
"Fight me like you'd fight anyone else who you're trying to stop."
"Alright…" he says, still sounding a little unsure.
Peter shoots a web at Daredevil's feet, but the man's already moving out of the way before Peter's even finished flicking his wrist out. He aims another at Daredevil's body, but he dodges that one with a flip. Shot after shot after shot, Daredevil dodges the webs perfectly, each missed web getting him a step closer to Peter. Daredevil throws the first punch, and Peter manages to duck under it, but at the same time Daredevil grabs his arm and flips him across his back and onto the ground, one knee on his chest and the other on his throat while his hands hold Peter's wrists to the roof. On anyone else that would probably be enough to keep them down, but Peter can lift a jet so it's not quite enough.
He pushes Daredevil off and launches himself to his feet, but Daredevil's reflexes must be superhuman because the second Peter's feet are back on solid ground, Daredevil's managed to get to his feet as well and aim an extremely hard kick at Peter's ribs. Peter makes an 'oof' sound and stumbles back, but Daredevil keeps coming at him. Peter catches his leg on one of the kicks and manages to knock Daredevil off his balance a little, but before he has the chance to do anything, Daredevil's back up and manages to perfectly execute the same aerial-flip-kick thing from the night before right into Peter's head. Peter goes down this time, but rather than kneeling on his throat and trying to pin him down again, Daredevil puts him in a killer arm bar that has him tapping out in seconds.
"Boo!" Jessica hollers from the side. "Why'd you go so easy on him, DD?"
Daredevil gets up and offers Peter a hand to help him up off of the ground while he shoots a look at Jessica. "Because he's a kid and I'm not actually trying to hurt him." He turns back to Peter and offers him a smile. "You're not bad."
"Really?" he asks, his voice going a bit squeaky.
Daredevil laughs softly, the gravelly voice significantly more toned down than it had been just a few minutes prior. "Really. You just need some practice. I think your best technique is to keep your distance from whoever you're fighting and just web them up. Hand to hand definitely isn't your strong suit, but we can work on that."
"Woah—are you gonna be my, like, Mr. Miyagi ?" Peter asks softly, sending the tipsy Jessica into a fit of laughter so hard she nearly falls off the edge of the roof, but she manages to catch herself on the ledge with a grip that cracks the concrete into powder.
"If you want me to train you, then I guess I am. And if that's the case then you can call me Mike. Here," he tosses a flip phone to Peter. "Put your number in that."
"This thing is ancient," Peter replies as he dutifully types the number in. Pressing the seven four times to get an S to save the number under 'Spider-Man' is just too much work, so he saves it under his real name and tosses the phone back.
Daredevil doesn't even look at the phone before slipping it back into a hidden pocket on his suit. "It's nice to meet you, Peter."
"Wha—how'd you do that?!" Peter asks, gaping at Daredevil. "Are you psychic?"
Daredevil just smiles and laughs, shaking his head. "Not quite."
"Honestly, you might as well be with all the weird shit you can do," Jessica replies.
"That's so cool," he whispers, getting Mike to smile again. "I have to go—school tomorrow and all that."
"Alright, be safe. I'll be in touch."
Peter smiles. "Bye Mike, bye Ms. Jones," he says, waving at the two of them as he picks up his backpack from where he'd dropped it upon his arrival, before swinging off back towards the subway station.
Aunt May is at work by the time Peter gets home—she's working the night shift this week—so he changes out of the suit and makes himself four hot pockets for dinner, sitting down on the floor in front of the TV to eat them. He flips on the news channel, but that's just depressing, so he changes it to Animal Planet. MJ tells him sometimes that being able to choose not to watch the news and keep up with current events just because they're depressing is very telling of his privilege as a white man, so after a little bit he flips back to CNN. It dampens his mood slightly, but he still goes to bed with a smile on his face that night as he thinks of the day's events.