OKAY SO this is mostly just an attempt by the OP to try and corral together all the stuff everybody here's been coming up with because WOW you guys. I love everyone in this thread rn.
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It starts off small, is the thing--or, rather, it starts off big, with a team-up between Daredevil, Spider-Man, Hawkeye (the new one, the protege), and Ms. Marvel. That gets on the news quickly enough, and the headlines don't stop chattering about it for days.
What doesn't get on the news is this:
"What the hell," says Daredevil--blind lawyer Matt Murdock, apparently, and Peter'd be a lot more shocked about that, but as things stand right now he's kind of dizzy from the blood loss. "No, what are you--what are you doing, you're kids."
"Hey, excuse you," says Kate (call me Kate, not Katie or Katie-Kate, it's either Kate or Hawkeye), "I'm eighteen."
"Kids," Murdock repeats.
Peter says, "Strictly speaking, we're teenagers. Also, did you know there's two of you? Or three."
Kamala lets out a breath. "There's just one of him, Spider-Man," she says, sounding surprisingly calm for someone who's also currently pressing some very bloodstained towels to her own side.
"You're teenagers," Murdock says, his tone slightly strangled. "Okay, I--you know what? I'll take Spider-Man, Hawkeye takes Ms. Marvel. I'm taking you to--to a friend of mine, she's a nurse, and then we're going to go back to my apartment." He lets out a breath, pulls on the mask again. "And then I'm going to need to know your parents' numbers, because I'm not letting either of you go back home with gunshot wounds."
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"Hello? Is this May Parker?"
"Yes, I'm May--is it Peter? Is he all right?"
"I'm Matthew Murdock, and--yes, your nephew's fine. I, uh. Um. He's. Part of a church sleepover. I'm chaperoning."
"A church sleepover."
"Yes. There's nothing untoward happening here, ma'am, I swear."
"Let me talk to my nephew first, Mr. Murdock."
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"Kamala! Where have you--"
"Um. Hello, ma'am? I'm Matthew Murdock. Your daughter, she's, uh, sleeping over at my place. She's fine! It's an inter-faith sleepover. Nothing untoward is happening."
"Where is my daughter."
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"You know," says Kamala, meditatively, after Matt's managed to calm her mother down with absolute bullshit worthy of a lawyer, "that actually went a lot better than I thought it would."
"I'm going to order something in," Matt says, running a hand through his hair. He looks a little frazzled. Kamala's very sorry to him, and his friend Claire. "Just--is there anything any of you are allergic to?"
"I can't eat pork," Kamala volunteers.
"I'm lactose intolerant," Peter says.
"Do you drink coffee out of the pot?" Kate asks.
Matt shakes his head, looking offended by the question.
"Great," says Kate. "Just checking. Also, try the pizza place downtown--Clint swears by their pizzas."
kind of a fill oops.
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It starts off small, is the thing--or, rather, it starts off big, with a team-up between Daredevil, Spider-Man, Hawkeye (the new one, the protege), and Ms. Marvel. That gets on the news quickly enough, and the headlines don't stop chattering about it for days.
What doesn't get on the news is this:
"What the hell," says Daredevil--blind lawyer Matt Murdock, apparently, and Peter'd be a lot more shocked about that, but as things stand right now he's kind of dizzy from the blood loss. "No, what are you--what are you doing, you're kids."
"Hey, excuse you," says Kate (call me Kate, not Katie or Katie-Kate, it's either Kate or Hawkeye), "I'm eighteen."
"Kids," Murdock repeats.
Peter says, "Strictly speaking, we're teenagers. Also, did you know there's two of you? Or three."
Kamala lets out a breath. "There's just one of him, Spider-Man," she says, sounding surprisingly calm for someone who's also currently pressing some very bloodstained towels to her own side.
"You're teenagers," Murdock says, his tone slightly strangled. "Okay, I--you know what? I'll take Spider-Man, Hawkeye takes Ms. Marvel. I'm taking you to--to a friend of mine, she's a nurse, and then we're going to go back to my apartment." He lets out a breath, pulls on the mask again. "And then I'm going to need to know your parents' numbers, because I'm not letting either of you go back home with gunshot wounds."
--
"Hello? Is this May Parker?"
"Yes, I'm May--is it Peter? Is he all right?"
"I'm Matthew Murdock, and--yes, your nephew's fine. I, uh. Um. He's. Part of a church sleepover. I'm chaperoning."
"A church sleepover."
"Yes. There's nothing untoward happening here, ma'am, I swear."
"Let me talk to my nephew first, Mr. Murdock."
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"Kamala! Where have you--"
"Um. Hello, ma'am? I'm Matthew Murdock. Your daughter, she's, uh, sleeping over at my place. She's fine! It's an inter-faith sleepover. Nothing untoward is happening."
"Where is my daughter."
--
"You know," says Kamala, meditatively, after Matt's managed to calm her mother down with absolute bullshit worthy of a lawyer, "that actually went a lot better than I thought it would."
"I'm going to order something in," Matt says, running a hand through his hair. He looks a little frazzled. Kamala's very sorry to him, and his friend Claire. "Just--is there anything any of you are allergic to?"
"I can't eat pork," Kamala volunteers.
"I'm lactose intolerant," Peter says.
"Do you drink coffee out of the pot?" Kate asks.
Matt shakes his head, looking offended by the question.
"Great," says Kate. "Just checking. Also, try the pizza place downtown--Clint swears by their pizzas."
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And that's how it starts.