Of How Peter Parker Got Foggy Nelson As His Lawyer “When do you think it’ll be our turn?” Foggy asked as he walked inside the office.
Matt, busy at the moment pressing an ice pack against his forehead, raised an eyebrow and answered, “What, now?”
With their lives, it could be anything.
“There’s a story doing the rounds about some kid asking for representation against Tony Stark. Pro bono,” Foggy replied, remarking the last part. “And I’m not going to ask.”
“About the specifics of the case?”
“About the specifics of that bump of yours.”
“Oh,” Matt replied trying to sound hurt but failing. Luckily, he didn’t have to go to court that day. Even if the defense that he kept getting those bumps and bruises due his lack of sight still worked.
Ha. Defense.
It had been an interesting night out in Queens, though. Besides catching his bad guys, Matt had even had the chance to meet the mythical Spider-Man. Adorable-yet-efficient and even more powerful than he was aware of. And with a tendency to fluster. His reaction to Daredevil offering to take the night shift so the kid could go to bed early during school days was priceless. How he expected to fool anyone into believing he was an adult was beyond Matt’s comprehension.
“We’re on vacations!” Spider-Man had replied, turning around to face Daredevil mid-shot, so his web instead of hitting the hand of the last thug went straight to his eyes. He could still scream, so it was nothing life threatening.
“So you admit you’re a minor.”
“...no.”
“Do your parents know you do this?”
“They’re kind of… dead, you know. Been for a while. But I do have a family. And a sponsor and a handler and a guy on a chair. That’d be mission control,” he hurried to add. Actually, he had hurried to say all of that.
Well, on the one hand, that was awkward. On the other… “It seems you’re all set, then.”
“I know how lucky I am, believe me.”
Daredevil nodded. Spider-Man sounded sincere and earnest, and either Lady Luck had smiled mightily upon him or he got himself into a terrible deal. Better to keep this in mid.
Police sirens approaching reached them from the distance. A great excuse right when Matt needed one.
“Go, Spider-Man. I’ll take it over from here.”
“Alright.” He began to move away. “But I’ve also heard about you, you know? You’re really cool!”
The last word came from the distance and above Matt’s head. Spider-Man had jumped to the wall and was going away. Matt waited until the boy was out of reach to make his move. He did feel somewhat guilty, but he had information to extract from those thugs, even if that was not cool at all.
Back in the present, Matt put his glasses back on and Foggy moved his chair as he sat down in front of his desk. Right on cue, someone knocked at the door. Sighing, Foggy got back again and went to open. The newcomer’s footsteps were light, and the rest of Matt’s senses informed him they belonged to a young male in good physical condition who had no trouble coming up the stairs. All good, if intriguing. At least until the visitor said his first two sentences.
“Good day! My name’s Peter Parker.”
At that, Matt froze. Had he been followed? How careless had be been the night before? Was Spider-Man so stupid to give away his identity like that?
“So you’re that kid,” Foggy said, unimpressed. “The one I was telling you about, Matt.”
Oh.
“Sorry, boy, but—”
“Are you okay?” Peter asked now in Matt’s direction, interrupting Foggy and walking past him, apparently. “Looks like you got a nasty bump.”
Matt smiled his most innocent smile and pointed at his glasses. “It’s fine, thank you. Accidents happen.”
“Huh,” Peter muttered. He didn’t sound too convinced.
The problem with the super-hero type; they just couldn’t stop meddling. Matt needed a diversion before anyone could make any connections or reach any conclusions.
“Foggy, take the case.”
“What?” exclaimed Foggy.
“Really?” exclaimed Peter.
Matt’s smile became a grin. “Don’t you see how he’s all worried about me? He’s a good boy. I’m sure he’s not out to scam anyone.”
“Wow! Thank you, Mr…?”
“Matt Murdock. Sadly, however, you won’t be dealing with me, but with my associate.” Not that subtly, Matt pushed his partner and best friend forward.
Before Foggy could complain again, Peter had grabbed his hand to shake it as he repeated his thanks.
Matt kept his smile going as he walked backwards to lock himself into his private office and Foggy sighed in resignation.
Crisis—for the time being—averted. He would figure out things later as they came.