Date: 12/14/22

Rating: Teen and Up

Word Count: 1,454

Warning: Possible OOC (?); Mentions of Lying and Betrayal; Angst; Family Drama/Angst; Matt realizing he's being a bad Dad; READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!

A/N: A short little story to wrap up season 1 with. And oh boy… if you thought this season was angsty, wait until you see what I have instore for you guys next *evil laugh.* I would also like to thank everyone for reading this series so far, it means a lot to me that people are enjoying it :)

I'll see you in season 2!

These next few days were unexpected.

Chugging down that large blonde blend of coffee, with a few shots of the most processed vanilla, got her enough courage to go with Foggy and talk with her Dad. She was still a bit irritated with both of them to be frank, but still managed to help her Uncle list his reasons for stopping Fisk all while she could feel her own heart starting to pound in her ears. Kaila would feel her Father’s stares occasionally as she tried not to sweat under the heavy tension. And when she finally thought she got the hang of her dodging act, the world sent them all a huge blind side.

Ben Urich was dead.

The funeral was held in a cemetery outside of town. People she had never seen before were there to mourn in all black, quietly saying a few prayers and placing white roses on the casket. Kaila watched as the three people she knew took it differently. Foggy was off to the side where he was silently tried to come up with scenarios that could of save Mr. Urich; Karen was off with his wife, crying and blaming herself for getting him involved in the dangers; And her Dad was talking to the Priest, asking Father Lanthom what route should he take before it’s considered too far.

Everything has already gone far enough.

The blame can go only crawl so far.

The scenarios have so many short legs. 

But they can move forward through the storm.

So that’s what they did.

For once the adults let her dip her feet into the water, they let her shift through mounds of paperwork, swimming into the dangerous parts of the web to find anything to help put Fisk behind bars. It was a good enough excuse for her to blame all the scary things she reads for her heart rate to spike. Soon, there was a hook, a line, and the sinker.

An address.

And with the quick visit by the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen, he ‘politely’ encourages Detective Hoffman to turn himself in, and spill everything he knows to the police.

The next day was beautiful, the swarming of cops and the FBI storming in buildings, and chasing the everyday joes, who had tainted their hands with blood money, down before going after the big man himself. Nighttime called for a celebration, and that’s when the teenager for the first time in forever set food at the famous bar, Josie’s. The memory will forever stick in her head.

.

The brunette nearly gagged upon the unusual stench of the place. 

“Uh… what the hell is that?” She asked, covering her nose in her sleeve, making the adults laugh.

“This, my dear niece, is the beauty of Josie’s. The best damn place in the city.” Foggy exclaimed, grinning with his arms held out.

“Smells like a boy’s locker room and water damaged.”

“That’s… oddly specific.”

Karen chuckles. “You guys seriously have never taken her here before?” She asked, surprised.

“Dear old dad wouldn't allow it.” Foggy replies, pointing to the older Murdock. “Skipped many nights out when he wouldn’t bring his one year old in.”

“And I still won’t allow it.” Matt adds, sternly. “But just this once and only soda. Got it?”

Kaila nearly rolls her eyes. “Yes, dad.”

.

However, that didn’t last long either until it was blowing up people’s phones and it was all over the news. Wilson Fisk had escaped custody, and was in an all out war in the middle of the city against police officers who were dropping like flies. That’s when Matt used the excuse that the night was ruined, and they all left with bitterness they might have lost this case. Or…

Maybe they’ll lose it.

Barely two seconds inside the apartment, Kaila watched her father get changed, bidding a quick ‘goodbye’ and promising to return as he slips out to get Fisk. Little did she know that he would come back with something other than a win under his belt.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

Kaila zoned off after hearing about the win. The devil had knocked Fisk out cold and was escorted back on route towards the jail. She should feel victorious, but she was more worried that he’ll show up like he did a few nights ago.

She eventually would hear his bedroom window opening and closely shortly, then the sound of heavy boots lightly crossing the floor afterwards. She looks up from her spot on the couch, getting taken back from her father’s new threads. He finally has a suit she’s seen any other superhero wear online. A perfect suit lined with hidden pockets and zippers; His hands were finally concealed with gloves and not Muay Tai ropes. The suit was a nice mixture of burgundy and maroon, black and the darkest gray that painted his chest armor; And don’t get her started that he was actually wearing a helmet with horns. 

She blinks in surprise, slowly getting up to her feet as he stands in front of her. “Dad?”

He lets a little grin play on his lips upon sensing her curiosity. “Told you I’ll make it back.” He replies, taking the helmet off, letting his sweaty locks stick to his face.

“What the hell are you wearing?” She asked, before being handed over his protective dome. 

“I decided to take some advice. Get a new suit.” 

“Well, it’s certainly something.” Kaila said, running her thumb over the details. She takes in the brilliant handiwork, including the blackout eyes that shined red in the moonlight.

Matt let his expression fall, letting a little guilt creep up on his features. “It’s durable.” He explains, feeling her eyes back onto him. “I can take a few hits, a few… bullets… if needed. I’ll still get hurt, but it shouldn't be life threatening.”

“Dad–”

“I’ve been a bad father to you.”

Her mouth falls open in a silent gasp. “Dad… you haven’t–”

“Yes, I have. I know I have, and don’t even try to change my mind. I have. I just…” He sighs, shoulders hanging real low. “I don’t know how to make this right.”

“Dad. This is never going to be alright.” She starts slowly, getting teary eyed. “Even if we do come to some kind of agreement, we both see this whole… Devil of Hell’s Kitchen thing differently. We’re going to have different opinions, we’re going to get into arguments, we’ll… probably never see eye-to-eye, but that doesn’t mean we should stop caring for one another.”

She lets out a shaky breath, continuing, “I know what I said the other night, about not living with Foggy, and I still don’t. But I rather have you in jail for doing all this, then having to bury you. So… can you… still promise me, like you promised me when I first heard about all this, that you’ll come home, one way or another? In handcuffs or a few cuts on your face. Promise me?”

Matt didn’t even hesitate this time around, instead just gave a small smile and replied, “I promise.” He said, sensing her copying his expression. But his job as a father wasn’t done just yet. “Kai?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you okay?” He asked, making her whole body go slack and frown. He pinches his brows together worriedly. “Did something… happen when you went to Karen’s?” She shakes her head. “Did something happen at Karen’s or–”

“Dad…” She begins, forcing herself to meet his gaze. “I’m just… I’m alright. I just rather…” She sighs. “I rather not talk about it until I’m ready. Okay? I promise nothing… amoral happened, but I just…”

“You want to talk about it when you’re ready?”

She shakes her head again. “Yes. Is that okay?”

He nods slowly. “Yeah. I won’t pressure you into talking, but I’m always here when you’re ready.”

“I’d appreciate that.”

Matt cups his daughter’s cheeks, kissing her on top of her head before pulling her into a hug. Kaila melted into his long overdue hug, carefully tossing his helmet on the couch. His scruffy chin nuzzled her hair, taking her presence in, almost half expecting her to just fade away in his arms at this point. But no, that’s not the case here. She’s real, she’s here, and she’s alive. It just takes him a few reminders to realize that.

“Kai?” He said again, earning a hum as a reply. “Will you try to help me be better at balancing all this? The Devil and your Father?”

“Of course. I’ll do my best.” She said, hugging him tighter.

He smiles brighter this time. “I’d appreciate that.” He closes his eyes, holding her closer if possible. “I love you, Kaila.”

“I love you, too, Dad.”

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“Tony Tony Tony!!" Peter was chanting the older man’s name as he bounced in his lap, face and body flushed from the relentless thrusts of the older man underneath him pounding deliciously into him. "FUCK!! UNCLE TONY!!!" He felt Tony’s hands digging to his hips as he held him tightly against him so the teen could stop moving, him falling bonelessly onto his chest as his own cock spasmed from the rush of warmth that he could feel seeping to him. He listened to the older man’s breathy grunts that he had tried to muffle into Peter’s hair as his grip tightened just a bit more before it eased up and he relaxed against the bed, Peter still on top of him.

Peter felt Tony’s hands running up and down his back soothingly now, a loving kiss pressed to his messy curls. He felt good, he always did after him and Tony did this, but that low, underlying worry of weirdness began to settle back in his chest. He knew what he and Tony was doing was wrong - he was 17, he wasn’t stupid.

Tony wasn’t just the older guy he was sleeping with. No, it was so much more than that. Tony was his uncle - albeit, his half uncle, having been the half brother to his mom. Not only that, but he was his legal guardian. When his parents died, he went to live with his Aunt May and Uncle Ben. But when they both died - in a mugging gone wrong of all things - Tony was contacted. He hadn’t seen Tony in years, not since he was a small child really, so when he saw the man coming to take him in, Peter was… well, conflicted to say the least.

The man was gorgeous, okay? Like, if Peter had to imagine the perfect man, Tony was it. But Peter couldn’t think like that - it was weird, and wrong, to think of his uncle like that.

They had been living together for two years, but the line from ‘nephew and uncle’ to ‘lovers’ was crossed about 6 months ago. Nothing really happened until Peter turned 17 though. But it had been in the works long before that - the touches went from casual pats on the arms to squeezes of the shoulder, a one arm hug became holding each other, and casual pecks on the forehead turned to loving caresses and soft brushes of lips.

And when Peter turned 17… well, you can see where this is going.

Peter sighed and moved off of Tony, cuddling into his side before he looked back at the clock.

“Crap,” he muttered, sitting up a bit, the older man sitting up as well. “I gotta get dressed or I’m gonna miss the bus.”

“Baby don’t worry about it, I'll drive you,” Tony said, tugging Peter back down to lay against his chest. “Give me a minute and then we can go take a shower. I’ll even ~wash your back~,” he said in a light sing-song voice. Peter couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped him as he let himself relax just a bit against the man he loved.

…

Peter did love Tony. He loved him more than he ever thought he could love someone.

Didn’t make that feeling of awkwardness disappear as Tony pulled up in front of the school and pressed a loving kiss to his cheek before he got out of the car. No one could see into the car, the windows were that darkly tinted, but still, it made Peter squirm.

He wished he didn’t feel this way. Tony seemed fine with it, with him, with their status and relation. Peter wanted to feel that way. But he just had spent so long being teased and bullied by his classmates, he felt like he was always on his guard.

Just a couple of weeks ago, one of his classmates got bullied really badly for dating a college guy. He could remember how they had cried into their phone about it, about how much it hurt to hear it all, and he felt that pain himself.

He ignored these stupid thoughts and went into school, where he was stopped by the assistant principal.

“Mr. Parker! I need you to come with me.” Immediately he began to worry, he didn’t want anything to happen to him, he definitely didn’t want anything to happen to Tony, what was going on, did they find out, did they-

He stopped his internal freak out when he was led into the principal's office, where a lanky boy with long black hair was sitting across from the principal.

“Mr. Parker,” the principal said, voice a smooth baritone that resonated in his ears. “This is Mr. Odins-”

“Laufeyson,” the boy corrected, making the principal look at him.

“Excuse me?”

“My last name is Laufeyson. Odinson is my uncle’s last name,” he said in his cool voice. The principal made a note of that and then looked back at Peter.

“Right. This is Mr. Laufeyson. Today is his first day. You will be showing him around.”

“Oh! Okay!” Peter said, cheeks pink in embarrassment - immediately he had thought that he was in trouble. Like he had ever been in trouble. The boy stood up and turned to face Peter, and his eyes scanned the figure. Lanky, with dark black hair that brushed his shoulders, blue eyes that were cool as they surveyed him. “Hi! I’m Peter,” he said, and the boy nodded.

“Hello. I’m Loki.”

…

Over the next few days, Peter got to know Loki, surprised to find out he and the new boy had quite a few things in common. He also lived with his uncle after the loss of his father, was in all advanced classes, and preferred to stay to himself but did seem to find a friend in Peter as well.

When Friday rolled around, Loki asked if Peter had ever gone to any of the football games.

“Oh, um, n-n-not really?” he said, surprised by the question. Loki hummed but shot him a smile.

“I never did at my old school. I’d love to go. Will you come with me?”

“Oh. Oh! Yeah, sure,” Peter said, a little flustered. Loki smiled at him and nodded his head.

“Great. I’ll meet you at the game tonight. 6:30?”

“Um, sure. I’ll meet you there.”

…

When Peter got home from school, Tony had swept him into his arms and taken him to bed, where he had ravished him for about 2 hours before they were both sated. Peter still felt that lingering weirdness in his chest, but all the loving nuzzles and warmth from Tony dulled that down.

They were wrapped around each other when Peter caught sight of the clock. It was almost 6, and he had to get up and get moving if he was going to meet Loki.

He rolled over to get up, but Tony kept an arm around his waist.

“Where are you goin’ baby?” he asked, face still half smushed in the pillow. Peter giggled and leaned down to give him a quick kiss.

“I gotta go shower. I gotta meet Loki for the football game in about 30 minutes.” Tony sat up, face scrunched up in confusion.

“Loki? That new kid you were supposed to show around?” Tony sounded annoyed, and Peter frowned.

“W-well, yeah, he asked me to come to the game with him.” Tony’s face dropped a bit as he looked at his nephew - to him, it looked like the person he loved, who was naked and in his bed, was about to leave him to go meet someone else.

“Oh,” he said, moving to sit up, turning his back on Peter. Peter was immediately on red alert, he knew something was wrong. He moved over on shaky knees to wrap his arms around Tony and rest his cheek against his hair.

“Is that okay? I mean… do you wanna come with me?” Peter asked in a whisper, but Tony shook his head.

“No baby, that’s okay. Go hang out with your friend. I’ll see you later for dinner?” he said, ending in a question. Peter smiled and leaned over to give Tony an upside-down kiss.

“Wouldn’t miss it.”

…

Peter was surprised to see Loki standing outside the stadium gates with a large blonde man next to him. The man’s presence was looming, with long blonde hair and a blonde beard - his eyes were a soft warm blue as they crinkled in a smile at the teen.

“Peter! This is Th- my uncle, Thor,” he said, stuttering over his words as Thor placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Oh! Hi! I didn’t know you’d be here,” Peter said, holding out a hand. “It’s great to meet you.”

“You as well,” Thor said, shaking his hand. “I have heard much about you, Peter.” Peter’s face flushed at the small hint of annoyance he heard in the other man’s voice, but he thought maybe he had imagined it. Peter didn’t miss the soft nudge Loki gave his uncle with his elbow before they made their way into the game.

…

It was almost the last quarter of the game, and the stands were packed, no one wanting to miss how the game ended, when Loki said he needed something to drink, leaving Thor and Peter alone for just a minute before Thor stood up as well, mumbling something about needing to give Loki money.

Peter was confused, something just seemed off to him, and he ended up following them. He stayed hidden as he found them behind the snack booth, bathed in shadow so Peter could only half see what was going on.

“I don’t see why you had to come, Thor,” Loki was saying, and he heard a small huff from the older man before it looked like he pulled Loki into his chest.

“I just had to know that you were still mine.” Now Loki scoffed and looked to step away from his uncle.

“You barbaric oaf,” Loki said, but he didn’t sound mad, more amused. Peter watched as Loki tugged Thor down and pressed a kiss to his lips. Peter couldn’t believe what he was seeing. “I’ve been yours since you took me in. Peter is a friend. A good friend. But only a friend.”

“Then I will go home. I am sure Peter is wondering where you have been.” Loki murmured something and Peter watched them kiss, Thor’s large hands sliding down to cup Loki’s ass and give it a squeeze before they parted.

“Mmm, be good, we’re still in public,” Loki chided, and Thor let out what sounded like a growl as he let his hands slip back down.

“You are mine, and I have no shame in making that claim for others to see.”

“Like I said, barbaric oaf.” They began to kiss again and Peter hurried back to his seat in the stands, his cheeks burning.

Loki… Loki and his uncle… Something in Peter’s chest loosened as he realized that his friend was more like him than he thought.

When Loki finally got back to the stands, Peter easily cataloged the glassy look in his eyes, the flushed cheeks and how his lips were a little more swollen than they had been when he had left. Hell, seeing his friend so debauched made his own cheeks flush.

He couldn’t stop himself from leaning closer and whispering to his new friend.

“Loki… are you… and your uncle…?” he trailed off, but Loki looked at him, eyes cool and face neutral as he looked at Peter. Whatever he saw in Peter’s earnest look made him soften a bit.

“How did you figure it out?” Peter’s cheeks were still pink and he looked away. “Ah. Eavesdropping doesn’t look good on you Peter,” he said, and Peter laughed a bit.

“I came to find you. I didn’t mean to listen in.” He sounded apologetic and Peter really was. Loki laughed a bit and shrugged.

“It’s alright. You don’t seem as disgusted as I’d imagine you would be,” he said honestly, and Peter’s cheeks burned again. Loki sensed something else was going on and stood up, tugging Peter up with him. They left the game and walked outside, finding a low stone wall to sit on so they could talk. “Peter? What is it?”

“W-well, me and my uncle, um, Tony, are, well, um-” Peter stuttered over his words, now looking away from Loki.

"Ah," Loki said in understanding, looking at his friend whose face was slowly getting more and more red. "You are ashamed?"

"What?! No! Not… not really. I just… I always feel… weird, I guess? About it. Like, I love being with Tony. I love Tony in general. I just…" Peter shook his head and Loki nodded. "I know it's supposed to be wrong but it doesn't feel wrong to me. Which makes it weird I guess?"

"Yes, I understand." Loki seemed to mull over his words before he spoke again. "I didn't know Thor much growing up. He was just the brother to my father. I take after my mother, you know. Father was… well not a tyrant, but he wasn't the easiest to get along with. When my mother got sick, Thor started coming around more." Loki was lost in thought as he looked at his friend. "He took me in a few years ago. We just seemed to fit together. And I knew I'd never love anyone the way I loved him. It just… we just worked."

"Was it ever… did you ever feel weird?" Loki nodded solemnly.

"Sometimes. But Thor was always there to make sure I knew it was okay, that he was by my side. Does your Tony make you feel like that, that everything will be okay?" Peter nodded, he didn't even have to think about it. "Then it will be. Do not make things harder on yourself Peter."

…

Peter got home earlier than Tony expected, so he was still in the middle of cooking when the teen walked through the door.

"Hey baby, how was the game?" He asked, and Peter shrugged off his coat before he headed to the kitchen.

"Fine," he said, walking up to Tony and pulling him away from the stove to kiss him. "I missed you." Apparently Tony had noticed Peter's weird behavior the last few days, and that 'i missed you' said so much more than Peter could put into words. Tony kissed him back, dropping the spatula he was holding to cradle Peter against him.

You got down from the bed slowly walking to the light switch as it seemed the only option. After closing the partially opened door to the living room, which was by the way engulfed in darkness, you turned on the light swiftly. You turned behind to see Peter squinting his eyes due to the sudden light and shifted in the bed.

You gulped as he stilled again in the bed. Turning off the tv was a simple task but now you had to turn the lights off, and then you would have to walk to the bed and climb to the top and then lay there alone, scared, facing the wall, and then when you'd turn around there would be a creepy ass ghost-

"(Y/n)?" You turned around at the voice. Peter sat up on the bed, rubbing his eyes, "Why did you turn on the lights?" He whined like you disturbed his beauty sleep.

"I was scared." You mumbled. Perer looked at you confused, not wanting to say anything. He was not a night person. "I was scared." You repeated, this time a little louder.

"Of what?" He asked, "Wait, don't tell me. Do I look scary when I sleep?" You giggled at his comment, rather question.

"No, I was scared of the dark." You admitted sheepishly, expecting him to laugh on your miserable self. But instead he got up from his bed and walked to you.

"Really?" He rubbed his face.

"Yeah. I've always been scared of the darkness." You said, "That's why I was hesitant to come over for the night." He nodded along.

"So, what do we do now?" He asked and you just shrugged, running your feet back and forth on the fluffy carpet placed in his room. Suddenly, he grinned as a bulb went off in his head, "I have something for you!" He exclaimed and ran off towards his cupboard.

Opening the door and diving deep inside there, he grabbed something and you just watched his silently as he did his thing. He walked over to you with his hands behind his back and a stupid lovely grin spread across his face.

"What is it?" You asked curiously trying to take a peek but he moved back.

"No, no. Not like that. First you need to close your eyes." He ordered.

"It better not be anything scary or I'll make you stay up with me all night." You muttered before closing your eyes.

"Now, give me your hands." He asked for you to spread your hands to place the thing he was holding on top of them and you obliged.

A moment later, something fluffy touched the palm of your hand. Peter commanded you to keep your eyes closed as your hand retracted back slightly. He placed the fluffy thing on your hand. You roamed your hands over it and finally opening your eyes you grinned from ear to ear.

Peter had placed a teddy bear on your hand. It was a peach coloured bear with black eyes and a bow attached to its neck. Behind the bow was a small heart shaped name tag and the ink of a permanent maker was smeared across it in a sloppy handwriting, Peter's handwriting. The words spelled out, 'Ben'.

"Ben?" You asked as you watched Peter rocking back and forth on his feet.

"Yeah, his name's Ben. And he protects me whenever I'm scared." Peter replied to your questioning look and your gaze softened as you admired the sweet boy in front of you. He named the teddy bear after his Uncle, "My mom gave me this before, you know," He gulped, not wanting to say it and you nodded in understanding, "And she said he'd protect me always like uncle Ben." He smiled slowly.

"Wow." You said, "I love him." Hugging the teddy bear closer to you.

"You can have him." He said, making you jerk your head towards him with hope in your eyes, "Because I don't need protection anymore, but he'll protect you too."

"Thanks, Peter!" You grinned at him. "And hey, I know that it's really cool to have a bunk bed in your room but can I sleep with you on the bottom bed?"

"Yeah." He laughed, "But only if you keep Ben in between."

"Duh."

---

You woke up at midnight to feel a void beside you. The sheets were cold and you knew that Peter had gone for a long time. You got up from the bed and switched on the lights. The once bunk bed was now replaced with a regular bed as you and Peter didn't need that anymore.

May would be asleep now and it wouldn't be nice to wake her up just because you were worried, rather scared. Not only for yourself but for Peter. Suddenly you heard a thud sound behind you making your heartbeat increase at a rate of hundred miles per second.

Peter rushed to you removing his mask and throwing it onto the study table, hearing the yelp that escaped your mouth and noticing your wide eyes. He wrapped his strong arms around you, "I'm sorry for leaving you alone." He said, and boy did Peter Parker know how to calm you down.

"Don't ever do that again." You pleaded and felt him nod against your head before he placed a soft kiss to your temple.

"I wouldn't." He sweared.

"Peter?" You asked while he just hummed, "I can't remember where I kept Ben, would you cuddle with me?" You asked, making him laugh.

"You don't have to ask, babe."

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