so for some reason or another, Matt finds himself teaming up with, say, Spider-Man. all well and good, at least up until he figures out Spider-Man's like seventeen, and he ends up probably lecturing the poor guy for being a CHILD and SWINGING AROUND IN A COSTUME and then makes him, idk, some kind of comfort food since he's injured and Matt's first instinct when confronted with kids boils down to something like keep them safe and comfortable and also safe

and then it spreads. and suddenly Matt's the unofficial vigilante big brother to any teenaged superhero in and around New York.

Matt would like them all to stop following him now, please.

BONUS FOR:
+ Kamala Khan you guys. or Kate Bishop. or America Chavez. or, seriously, Inwill love you if you can somehow squeeze as many baby superheroes as you can, they don't even have to make sense, I would kill for Spider-Gwen okay.
+ Foggy walks in on Matt feeding like a bunch of beat-up teenaged superheroes with the grumpiest look on his face
+ IMPROMPTU VIGILANTE SLEEPOVER AT MATT'S. preferably while he's out. "how the fuck did you all get in here" he probably hisses when he realizes they're conked out in his apartment, before signing and sort of draping blankets over all of them
+ Matt's Terrible Training Methods.