Sorry it looks like crap compared to the last part (formating) I can't figure it out. (It looks all condensed to togther I hate how it looks, I forgot how I did it before)

Anyway, enjoy! I should be getting my stuff out faster now.

Peter woke up after passing out from pain as he never did feel so much pain before. He was feeling less pain thankfully, however, he was not sure where he was now. It appeared he was laying on a roof.
He opened his eyes completely attempting to stand up, a sharp pain stopped him from doing this.
Just wonderful, Peter thought to himself.
Then he noticed the figure that he saw just before he passed out. The strange red horned man approached Peter.
"Am I dead? If so, I don't want to make any deals with the devil."
"You broke a rib, you're not dead," The man said looking unamused.
"Oh, so that's what is hurting so much. Thanks, Mr. Devil."
"Haven't been called that before kid. You seem to be healing quickly."
"So you're not the devil?"
"In a way I am. People call me many names, the most common one is The Devil of Hell's Kitchen. However, I like Daredevil better, it's less of a mouth full." He said seeming less intimidating now.
"So, Daredevil why did you save me?"
"For many reasons. For one, you're clearly inexperienced and would have certainly been killed if I didn't save you. I'm assuming you're just a kid, this is not a life for someone your age." He said leaning up against a wall.
"I know. But, I was told to never take advice from the devil. Well not specifically."
"You're panicked, I can hear your heart racing. As I said this is not a job for a child."
"I'm sixteen. I'm nearly an adult." Peter said puffing up his chest to seem bigger.
"Do you even have a clue of who you are up against? These people are dangerous."
"I'm sure they are, but that wouldn't stop me."
"What's the Kingpin's real name?"
"How could I know th-"
"Wilson Fisk is his name. Every hear it?" Daredevil said cutting Peter off.
"Well, yes I have. You can't possibly mean The Wilson Fisk, right?"
He just stared at Peter with his unsettling red eyes.
"You're not kidding huh. That's not good." Peter had more reasons to be worried about this, however, he doesn't share anything with Daredevil due to just meeting him.
"He's taken over The Kitchen, now it seems he wants all of New York under his control."
"How could he possibly do that?"
"The city already is run by the underworld. Having him take over could make everything worse than it already is."
"This is insane. Oh god, what time is it!?" Peter asked realizing finally that he's never been out so late.
"2:00 am roughly."
"I've got to leave," Peter said. He tried getting ready to web swing, however, he still felt pain if he moved too much.
Not liking this new sensation. He thought to himself.
"You're not fully healed yet kid, at the rate you're healing I give it another hour or two till you can do your swinging around."
"Wonderful. Now what?"
"I've got stuff to do kid. Daredevil said walking away.
"Wait! Can we like, stay in contact? I mean we're both customed people. You seem like you know what you're doing so we could be a great team. What do you say?"
"No, I can't have your death on my conscience." He replied coldly.
"Well, I'm not going to stop doing this. Sure I don't really have a clue what's happening in this city but, I'm saving lives doing this. Though I would really not like to die, so please can we work together."
Daredevil sighed. "Fine. You seem persistent, I"ll meet you in this general area in a couple days when I figure out what to do with you."
"Wait how will I know when to meet you?" Peter asked. However, Daredevil leaped off the roof and was gone.
Well crap. Guess I'll just sit here then, yep what fun. Oh yeah and Aunt May might realize I'm not home yet. Great, just great.
How about I try moving huh?
Peter tried moving, he felt pain, however, it was less and was becoming more bearable.

After about an hour he was finally able to move around. More importantly, he was able to web swing back home finally! He was never out this late before, he was awake this late many more times then he should have been. One time he was up to 5:00 in the morning playing video games with Harry at his house one sleepover. Aunt May would not be impressed if she ever did find out. He missed those much simpler days.
He could see his house in no time. Sneaking in was easy, he left his window unlocked thankfully. Even if he didn't he was strong enough to open it. -
Ach. Hurts like crap still. Maybe I can sleep it off, healing seams good. Peter passed out as soon as he laid down. He was able to put away his suit before he crashed thankfully.

Hours later

Hey! I feel good as new!
Peter went downstairs. He was surprised to find Aunt May waiting for him. She didn't look happy.
"Is everything okay Aunt May? He asked.
"Where were you?"
"I was at Harry's then I did not want to stay so I came home. You must have not heard me come in last night."
"Bull."
"Wha-"
"I called Harry after I realized you were not here past twelve. So I figured you were just staying over again. But he told me you were never at his home at all today. In fact, he had not even heard from you!" She sounded angrier after every sentence.
Peter was unsure of what to say. He had not been caught by Aunt May before.
"Tell me where you were."
Peter remained silent.
"Talk to me."
"I can't."
"Why?"
He didn't respond.
"Tell me right now or you're grounded for two weeks."
"Ground me then. I can't tell you."
"Peter Benjamin Parker, you're being ridiculous. What did you do? Go to a party? Do drugs? Hurt someone? What?"
"I'll just go to my room."
"Don't walk away or you're grounded for three weeks."
"I don't know what to tell you."
"The truth."
"I do not remember last night, that's the truth."
"Fine. Go to your room Peter. Do you know how much this hurts me? This is the first time I've ever had to ground you!"
"I know, sorry," He said quietly.
Peter went back upstairs unhappy but he knew he made the right decision. Aunt May couldn't find out what he was doing. He believed the truth was far worse than any lie he could have told.

Elsewhere in the city

Wilson Fisk went up the elevator to a safe house. He sighed gloomily for his reason for being there.
He walked past the armed men standing guard not even acknowledging them. His guards opened a door locked via key card. It was a large bedroom with no guards present. Just a young man near a woman's bedside.
"Richard-" Fisk began saying.
"Mother's not changed if that's what you were going to ask." The young man replied continuing to hold the comatose woman's hand.
"I was going to ask how you are."
"What does The Kingpin care?"
"I care more then you could ever comprehend Richard until you have a child of your own you'll never understand. Everything I've done in my life has been for both of you."
"Really?" Richard moved his hands away from his mother. "Your business as Kingpin has lead to this! She got this way because you've been screwing over Silvermane!"
"Silvermane will be handled. I will dismantle his empire and make him pay for his actions against us."
"That wouldn't make her better."
"He will not be able to harm any us when he's out of the picture. When he's dead we shall leave New York, as a family and The Kingpin's time will end."
"So you claim."
"It's the truth, son."
They sat in silence for a moment.
"I'm going to out and get some air," Richard said leaving the room.
Fisk moved to where Richard was sitting.
"Venessa, I'm sorry I've failed you. Richard doesn't know the truth. He can't. Resenting me, I can live with that. You can not have that, no, the boy needs his mother when you wake up. I can imagine your outrage towards my dishonesty with him. You'd tell him everything. I'm not you. You're better in every way than I am or ever will be. One of the many things I love about you."
He sat in silence, gripping her hand tightly with tears forming. "Please, wake up."

Later

Peter suited up and left home. He was still bothered by what happened with Aunt May. He contemplated if he should have told her everything. He's done this many times, coming to the same conclusion.
He was on his way to hopefully meet up with Daredevil.
Maybe taking down some criminals with a fellow hero might take my mind off of things, Peter thought.
The roof where they were the previous day had no sign of Daredevil.
Great, guess I was being too optimistic. Why would he happen to be here? He sighed.
"Kid?"
Peter nearly jumped, literally.
"Oh hey, didn't see you. Where did you come from?" Peter said, trying to hide his surprise.
"I heard you in the area."
"Oh."
"Your heart's beating rapidly."
"Is it? Well um, you surprised me that's all. I'm not used to that happening anymore."
"Are you certain you're ready for this?"
"Yeah! I'm ready to take down the Kingpin!"
"We're not going after him yet. He's not the only threat in the city. Every hear about Hammerhead?"
"No. Who's that?"
"He's a crime boss who is more of a current threat then Fisk. The man's an idiotic psychopath who kills for no reason and honestly, I can't take him down alone."
"So, you can take down Fisk alone?"
"If needed, yes. The problem's getting him convicted for a crime. His resources make it impossible to pin anything on him. Nobody would live to testify against him."
"Times like this I question what I'm doing with my life," Peter said sighing.

Hello, hope you have/having a nice day!
Sorry for all these dreadful delays. Always something coming up. Here's to a more progressive year! (The rest is unnecessary to know about just don't wish to erase it might be important if you care about my thoughts and randomness) (Jan 2019)So Daredevil is now part of this series. He's not going to be taking center stage if anyone is wondering. This will have some Daredevil focus, but it's going to stay mostly with Peter and his supporting cast. My reason for being this up is mostly due to his amazing show being a reason to shift more to him. My plans have hardly changed because of the show. Just thought

I'd mention that.
Also, we'll be getting to the point where presently I feel like the story will be getting good. It's my opinion anyway. Hope you stick around!