Chapter 21: Spider-Man and Daredevil

When Peter woke up again, he found himself in a cramped and dim hut. He saw a man in a red tight suit with his back to him, organizing his equipment.

Peter was still in pain all over, but because of his superior self-healing ability, most of the wounds had healed. The man turned his head and said: "Kid, you're lucky. They just gave you some laxatives and anesthetics, and didn't use anything more powerful, otherwise you wouldn't be able to wake up now."

Spider-Man's mutation ability didn't reach its peak as soon as it was obtained, but needed to go through a series of exercises and stimulation. The later Spider-Man, whether it was strength, speed, or self-healing ability, was dozens of times stronger than the current Peter.

And although Peter had obtained the mutation ability for a while, he only dealt with ordinary people. Now his ability was already a big chunk stronger than ordinary people, so of course he wouldn't think about how to improve his ability.

Therefore, his physical function hadn't reached the level where he could completely immunize against drugs. The underground boxing ring boss gave him a large amount of laxatives, combined with some anesthetic drugs, which made him fall into the trap.

Peter said: "I remember you. You saved me, right?"

"You were lucky yourself, kid. And it seems you have some abilities that are different from ordinary people, otherwise you would be dead now."

Peter was also in a cold sweat. You can't expect a high school student to have a very strong sense of caution against people. The place where Peter lived had simple folk customs and kind neighbors, and Uncle Ben was the same, always focusing on positive education. Peter had never seen any human malice, so he said with lingering fear: "I thought..."

Then he hammered the bed hard and said quite angrily: "I'm going back to teach that boss a lesson! He actually dared to drug me!"

"You don't really expect that there would be a fair referee there like in the World Championship, right?" Daredevil asked.

"Alright, I see your wounds are almost healed. Hurry up and leave here, little brat. Hell's Kitchen is not a place you should come to."

"I'm not any little brat," Peter said. "I'm Spider-Man."

"You're still far from it," Daredevil said. Peter was about to refute, when a crutch stopped beside his neck with the sound of wind.

And spider-sense had no reaction, or rather, didn't have time to react at all.

Cold sweat flowed down Peter's forehead. Daredevil's movements were so fast that even his vision, which was different from ordinary people, didn't capture it.

What Ma Te learned from Stick wasn't any cat-and-mouse martial arts. Although he was just an ordinary person, his various data had almost reached the limit that an ordinary person could reach, and combined with the martial arts he had practiced for a thousand times, he was even a notch stronger than little Spider-Man who had awakened his spider ability.

Peter was just a little brat who had just debuted. He swallowed his saliva and said: "This move of yours is too handsome, buddy. I saw you use this move when you saved me."

As he spoke, Peter made a boxing posture with his hands swinging left and right. Daredevil put away his crutch and said: "If you really want to be Spider-Man, there are still many things to learn. If you are interested in this, you can come here to find me."

Daredevil wasn't any kind person either. He belonged to the very decisive hero in the Marvel world. He saved Peter, not only out of sympathy, but of course partly because of his memory of his father's death experience, not wanting anyone to die in the underground boxing ring like that again.

But partly, he also planned to find an assistant for himself. Being assassinated and injured that day made him realize that he couldn't split himself into two. He couldn't avoid the pursuit of enemies while maintaining justice, but if there was an assistant, things would be much easier to handle.

Little Spider was very in line with his expectations—strong ability, high talent, but very green and didn't understand anything.

Just like this, Peter began to run to Daredevil's place every few days. He also realized that although he had superior strength, his skills were really too poor, and his experience in dealing with people was too little. Otherwise, why would he have to go to the underground boxing ring to make money? With such martial arts, wouldn't it be easy to get any amount of money?

Out of the desire to use his ability to improve his life, and a young man's envy of Daredevil's cool martial arts, Peter soon became more and more familiar with Daredevil and learned about what he was doing.

Although Peter admired him, he felt it was really unnecessary. How much could he do alone? Just the criminals in Hell's Kitchen, he couldn't kill them all. With such perseverance and perseverance, if he went to do something else, he would have started a family and lived a happy life long ago.

But soon, as Spider-Man and Daredevil became more and more familiar, he even stayed at Daredevil's station for several nights during the holidays. He had seen Daredevil bandage his wounds alone countless times. His attitude began to waver more and more.

Daredevil was indeed just an ordinary person. He didn't have any super self-healing ability, and unfortunately, his experience of pain was more sensitive than ordinary people. Therefore, every time he bandaged his wounds alone at the station after being injured, Peter could see that he was almost fainting from pain, but the next day, he still went out to fight criminals as usual.

Although Hell's Kitchen couldn't compare to Gotham in danger, the possibility of being injured here was too great. Sometimes he was grazed by stray bullets in the gang's fire, sometimes he jumped down from several floors to avoid pursuit, and sometimes he was hit in close combat, leaving a large bruise. Every time little Spider saw these wounds, he had a complex emotion.

He had already regarded Ma Te as a friend in his heart. Of course, he didn't want his friend to be injured, but how could he persuade Daredevil?

Persuade him not to maintain justice? Not to fight criminals? But Peter was very smart. He understood that even these unbearable wounds couldn't persuade Ma Te. How could his light words stop him?

Finally, one day, Ma Te was hit in the calf by a bullet from the ninja who was chasing him again. Peter helped him take the bullet out. Peter had never seen such a wound. The pungent and unpleasant smell of blood made his brain dizzy. The torn muscles were even deep to the bone. Peter's hands were trembling with discomfort.

He wasn't the Spider-Man who had been tempered by iron and blood and became a true hero later. Any high school student who saw this scene wouldn't be any better than him.

While helping him take the bullet out under Ma Te's guidance, he made a dry voice from his throat and said: "Why on earth do you want to do this? Is this really worth it?"

"I thought you would ask me sooner."

Daredevil leaned against the wall. He changed his posture. Because of the pain, his voice was also trembling. He said: "It can be seen that although your family situation is very average, you should have an elder who loves you, a family that is still happy and beautiful, and you have lived a very stable life since you were a child..."

"There might be some dissatisfaction at school, but most of the time it is still safe. I can tell that you have some complaints about lack of money, but do you know? You are already lucky enough..."

In the dim hut, Daredevil muttered intermittently like a dream: "Actually, I am also very lucky. I was born in Hell's Kitchen, but my father was not a gambler or an addict. He tried his best to protect me, giving me the opportunity to leave this ghost place and go outside to study..."

"He was a great father. In order to support me and let me leave here, he chose to be a black boxer."

"Yes, your ending should have been the same as his. He refused to fake a match when I went to watch his competition, so he was killed by those bosses who opened the boxing ring."

Peter's double sadness in psychology and physiology made him almost not realize that he was crying. Daredevil was already a bit unclear in consciousness due to pain, but he still continued to mutter:

"You and I are both lucky, and there are some people who are very unfortunate. When their mothers were pregnant with them, they either drank or took drugs. They were born with drug addiction. In order to survive, they either went to work for gangs or engaged in some more dangerous and inhumane work. Because life is too painful, they continue to indulge in drugs and alcohol, and their children are also repeating their lives..."

"... This is Hell's Kitchen."

"Yes... I am very lucky to have the opportunity to leave here, to receive higher education, to practice martial arts. Since I am luckier than them and have gained more than them, and have greater ability..."

"... Then what reason do I have not to do these things?"

Daredevil often called Hell's Kitchen "this ghost place," and Peter had also heard them curse those people countless times, cursing everyone in this damn place to go to hell quickly.

But he knew for the first time that Daredevil actually really wanted to save this place. He was really holding a firm determination to fish Hell's Kitchen out of hell.

Peter really couldn't imagine that since they were already in this environment, why would they still think about saving this place? This was simply impossible.

But Daredevil still had to do it.

Peter was silent. When he took the bullet out with his hand, Daredevil let out a scream like dying. Soon, he fainted with a pale face.

Peter stood in the center of the room. He looked at this somewhat dilapidated room. There wasn't even anesthetic or bandage here. Ma Te's wound could only be wrapped with cloth strips from clothes.

Peter felt an anger. This anger was more violent and profound than when he complained about having no money. He felt that Ma Te shouldn't be in this situation now. He was clearly firm, persistent, and persevering.

And he was a good person. Good people should have good rewards.

Why were those underground boxing ring bosses and shareholders living so comfortably, and even the drunks who died drunk in their seats could have a good dream for a night?

And a good person like Daredevil could only endure huge pain and sleep painfully in this dim and narrow room.

With Peter's experience, he still couldn't figure out these problems. These emotions surged in his chest.

He left Daredevil's station and ran in Hell's Kitchen in the middle of the night.

Using his spider ability, he leaped on the roof and shuttled through the night sky of New York. The neon lights of those casinos and nightclubs in the distance were on all night, while by contrast, these small alleys sunk in the dark were like they would never be bright, pitch black. ===== CHAPTER 22 =====