#denji prompt

Another prompt by @deniigi , another fanfic by me. This time it's on what happened to MCU Parker (kinda, I mess with a few things). Since I haven't seen FFH, as far as I'm concerned, Peter shows up to the UK, then falls off the face of the earth, into a different New York. Also post ITSV. Murderdock is still Matt, right? So this counts?

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"Owwww..." Peter moaned. His head hurt. His shoulder hurt. So did his knees and toes and everything in between. He opened his eyes. A redhead adult, wearing dark sunglasses, looked back at him, his head cocked to the side.

"Hello... sir... I'll be out of your way..."

"Interesting. Could I ask for a favor?"

"Uhhh... sure?"

"I'm a poor blind man, who appears to have lost my way home. Could you possibly guide me back there?"

"Uhhh... sure? I'm not familiar with the area."

"Oh," the redhead smiled, a sinister grin. "That won't be a problem. Just tell me what street we are on and I'll give you directions. Also, if you could tell me if we're approaching a step, that would be helpful." He grabbed Peter's elbow, a little too tightly. They started walking, Peter calling out street signs, and the redhead giving directions.

Peter stared at him for a while. "I'm sorry if this is rude, but you look familiar. Have I met you before?" Peter had a strange sense of deja vu.

He smiled that toothy grin again. "I'm Matt Murdock." Peter tensed up. This wasn't Matt. "Ah, so you have heard of me before? Probably in the papers, I was in them a few weeks back. Big lawsuit. Left." They resumed walking.

"Ah, I don't believe I caught your name. What is it?"

"Peter, Peter Parker?"

"Oh, like the boy that died a few weeks back?"

He supposed he died a few weeks back-- or five years, depending on your perspective.

"Yeah."

"Such a shame. He was so young." They continued to walk in silence, turning down an alley, until they passed a hooded figure in mostly white, but black leggings and blue ballerina shoes.

"You know, it is interesting," the redhead smiled, "that you turn up, with the same name, soon after he died."

"Yeah," Peter gulped, "I suppose it is." He looked back to where the figure in white was, but they were gone.

"Murdock." A voice came from above.

"Ah, the Spiderwoman. Exciting. I should introduce you to a friend I made."

"How about you leave him alone?"

"Oh this fine young gentleman was escorting me home. What did he say his name was? Oh dear, I do seem to have a poor memory." He tapped his finger on his chin. "Oh, yes, it was Peter Parker. How fascinating, considering you killed the first one."

"Get away from him you creep!" She yelled, and pounced. Peter rolled away, but this person... she had web shooters, and webbed them at Murdock. He easily dodged them.

"Look, Gwen, I don't want to have to fight you, but really, you must not be feeling well. Coming after a poor lawyer like me. And why is that, hmmm? Didn't like the outcome of the Fisk trial?" He laughed. "And here I was, about to tell you the news that Peter isn't dead after all." He unfolded his cane, and tapped away.

Gwen then webbed Peter.

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Peter eventually convinced her that he wasn't evil, and that he wasn't her Peter.

"Soooo... what's up with Murdock?" He then asked.

"What do you mean, what's up with Murdock?"

"That Matt's behavior is weird. Like, real weird. I know him from my universe. Nicest guy you could ever meet. Tons of Catholic guilt. Like, by the way, this is actually my worst fear. No joke."

"Ah, you have one of the good ones. Drat." Gwen pulled out a laptop. "Come here. Let me show you something." She uploaded an extensive spreadsheet. "This is every single universe the group has encountered, and a catalogue of their similarities and differences." She started typing. "Every universe but mine has a good Murdock. Mine's a psycho."

"Still, there's got to be some similarities." Peter thought about it. "Friends. Does yours know a guy named Foggy Nelson?"

"The DA?"

"I guess? Anyways, best friend of Matt in my universe. Matt's mildly obsessed with him."

"Hmmm...Murderdock has tried to kidnap the DA, though that's probably more for nefarious purposes than obsession..." Gwen typed into her computer. "Okay, now tell me about the rest of your universe."

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In honor of Spiderman getting yeeted out of the MCU, and for a @deniigi prompt: basically, MCU Spiderman goes missing and gets replaced with Peter B. Alternate ending to ITSV. I'm gonna fill in a bunch of stuff, since DD cannon ended before Endgame.

Peter picked himself off the ground and looked around. Everything was so dark and gloomy.

"Well, Peter, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore."

Suddenly, a guy dressed like the Dred Pirate Roberts charged him. He pounced on Peter like a panther, or tried to.

Peter, of course, flipped over his head, landing on the wall. He crouched down, looking at the man in black.

"Hey, would you mind telling me why you're trying to kill me?"

"Smell... you smell like him, but don't..." he grunted out. "Sound like him, too..."

"Who?"

"Spiderman."

"Well do I have news for you that will make you rejoice. I am, indeed, Spiderman."

"No... it can't be... you're way to old to be him."

Peter stood up and walked down the wall, holding out his hand. "Peter Benjamin Parker, in the flesh. And you are..." Peter's voice trailed off.

"Well it's a secret. Follow me home and we can change and talk."

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Matt poured Peter a cup of tea, then sat down next to him.

"Fuck, you're old."

"That seems to be what the multiverse is telling me. 'Fuck, I'm old.' Lesson learned, universe. And you're my blind lawyer. At least in my universe."

"Sooo... you're thinking alternate dimensions?"

"Yeah. Alright, let's do this one last time. My name is Peter B Parker. I was bitten by a radioactive spider, and for the last twenty-two years, I was the one and only Spiderman. Saved the city, yada yada yada, got into some legal trouble that you bailed me out of, did the superhero thing a lot. Then the other day, the strangest thing happened to me. I was pulled through this portal, fell into an alternate universe where I was younger, blond, and dead, and there were a bunch of other Spiderpeople, including a kid named Miles. Trained him to be Spiderman, jumped through a portal to wind up in my dimension, and accidentally landed in yours. Considering everything, alternate dimensions makes the most sense."

"Okay. I'm Matt Murdock, and when I was nine, a truck loaded with radioactive waste took out my eyesight. It gave me something else, though. I've got heightened senses. My dad died when I was twelve and I got sent to an orphanage, and then a guy named Stick showed up and "taught me how to be a ninja," in the words of Foggy. You were a kid in this universe when I met you, dislocated both of your thumbs trying to punch crime in the face. For a while people thought I died, then I came back. Then the snap happened, and half the world actually died for five years. I lost everyone, Karen, Maggie..." Matt teared up for a bit, "...Foggy. Then Tony Stark brought everyone back from the dead, then died. Last I heard you were fighting crime in London, and then..." Matt made a gesture with his hand. "You vanished. And now you're here, older. Older than I am. And thought being older than Foggy was weird. Fuck, you were just a kid."

"Odd. The whole vigilante thing, I mean. In my universe, you're a normal blind lawyer. Seeing as Daredevil doesn't exist." Peter rubbed his forehead. "So I'm going to need a way to get back to my universe. Any ideas?"

"The Avengers."

"The who?"

"Does your universe not have the Avengers? Fuck. Anyways, Bruce Banner is a member of them, he might be able to help you out."

"Sounds good."

"In the meantime, if you need somewhere to crash, my apartment is always open. We should also get you a change of clothes."

"Probably. Hey, do you also have any food?"

"I can order take out. Probably should ask if Fogs wants to come over. He'll really flip. In this universe, he's the one that bailed you out of legal trouble."

"Thanks. It's good to know Matt Murdock is reliable in any universe."

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Prompt by @deniigi . The one I'm using is "You're my favorite superhero."

Matt never meant for this to happen. Of course, no one prepares for the machinations of biology misfiring, as is wont to happen with age.

But now it feels like his world is caving in, as Foggy... Foggy is sick. Sweet, sweet Foggy, who makes him text or call after Daredeviling, who might get mad, royally pissed, but always comes back just as surely as Murdocks always get up, who was there for him when Elektra and Karen died, who provided the initial capital to start their firm, who kept him alive through college, making sure he ate and slept even as Matt scorned his roomate.

And now, here was Foggy, asleep, without hide or hair of his family, just him and Matt, and the occasional nurse. And Matt couldn't do anything about it.

He heard footsteps from around the corner, then a head poked in. "Hey, Matt." Ah. Kirsten.

She gave him a once over and said, "You look like shit."

"I wouldn't know." Matt met her eyes, or as best as he could.

"Har har. You should go home. Get some sleep."

"I can't."

"Yes, you can."

"No, Kirsten, I can't."

"You can't or you won't?"

"Can't. "

"Cut the bullshit Matt. You need to go to bed."

"My friend is dying! I can't sleep." Matt exploded.

Kristen's eyes softened. "It sucks. A lot. But you can't punch cancer in the face."

"I know that."

"Then stop trying to. Go home, go to sleep. I'll watch over him for tonight, call you if anything changes."

"Okay." Matt looked mournfully at Foggy, snoring as loud as his namesake.

"I'll step out. Say your goodbyes to Foggy, then go. To. Bed." Kirsten walked out, but Matt could still hear her from the hallway.

"Hey Fogs. Or bye I guess. Kristen is making me leave." Matt leaned down to whisper in Foggy's ear. "You know, you always were my favorite superhero." Matt pressed a quick kiss to Foggy's forehead. "I'll see you in a bit. Till tomorrow."

Okay, so prompt by @deniigi again. Anyways, the fae post entered my head and wouldnt go away. So here ya go. I know I did this prompt already, but... i wasn't happy with that one, and this seemed like a better idea. This isnt replacing one of the days, I'm just getting it out there.

"Okay, so my parents are having a Fourth of July party. They want us to bring a dessert. Considering I know you'll complain if I bring bacon limburger cheesecake, what should we bring?" Foggy asked.

"Foggy, I've got plans this year. You can't just drop this stuff on me."

"Matt, I'm regretfully informing you that 'punching crime in the face' does not count as a plan. You're coming."

"Fogs, I'd prefer to stay inside for the Fourth. You know this."

"Yes, but my family wants me to bring you. They will actually kill me if I don't bring you. It will not be pleasant. Come and save me from their fury."

"Why do you even want me to go so bad?"

"Because, and I am quite serious, my family will actually give me a long and torturous death if you don't come. We can make sure you don't have to deal with the fireworks if you ask them." Foggy sighed. "Look I don't think you're getting this. My family will kill me." There was no waver in his heartbeat, and no laugh in his voice.

"Why will they kill you?"

"Because I did a foolish thing and told them you were coming when you apparently are refusing to come."

"And this warrants death because..."

Foggy slammed his palm against his forehead. "Oh my gosh. You literally never figured it out. I figured you would have figured it out after being my roommate and going into law. Oh my gosh. That's why you thought using Mike as your fictitious twin's name was fine! Holy shit, you've been navigating law without figuring it out. You passed the bar without figuring it out. This is why you wanted to leave Landma-"

"I didn't figure out what?"

"The whole fae thing. I'm a faerie. The law courts are fae."

"You're a what?"

"Member of the fae. Specifically lawyer, but yeah. My dad is fae, my bio mom, and siblings. Real Mom's not, though. She didn't find out until after marrying my dad. Bit of a shock for her, though I suppose it's a shock for you too."

"No shit, Sherlock."

"Keep digging, Watson." Foggy flashed a smile. "At any rate, it's why I go by Foggy, my family is fae, and oh my gosh you told them your whole name and had food from them that was a terrible move, and why I am a lawyer." Foggy paused. "Oh shit, you've been going up against Fisk and not knowing about this? How are you still alive?"

"Is Fisk fae too?"

"Yeah. Why do you think he wanted his name kept secret?"

Matt just stood there with his mouth hung open.

"Yeah, ya dumdum. Anyways, this is why you're going to my parents for the Fourth. Because I don't want to die, and I will make you go. Got it."

"Sure, sugar plum."

"Sugar plum?"

"Yeah, like the sugar plum fairy."

"Fair."

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Another @deniigi prompt, and the last one. Feat. Sam Chung, aka Blindspot. Matt takes him under his batwing as an apprentice in the comics. Also, Sam has a homemade invisibility suit, and a sister named Hannah. Slight AU as Hannah dosen't know about Sam trying to be a vigilante in the comics (initially).

Sam was having terrible luck. He was just trying to met the Devil guy, okay? It shouldn't be this hard. I mean, the guy patrolled Hell's Kitchen, which is a small territory, with a general consistency. Furthermore, Sam had a fully functional invisibility suit. How hard could it be?

Really fucking hard, apparently.

Sam was going on month two, and this was getting ridiculous. He was debating just tailing the guy until he gave up.

No, he told himself. You'll go down swinging.

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Conclusion: tailing the Devil of Hell's Kitchen was like tailing the real devil.

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How to summon the Devil of Hell's kitchen, though.

Something told Sam a seance wouldn't work.

He asked Hannah. " Well, he helps people in trouble, right? So get into trouble, I guess."

Sam asked if she'd help. She cursed him to high heaven. Then said "why the hell not?"

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"Help!" Hannah yelled.

"Louder," Sam hissed.

"Help!" Hannah yelled, slightly louder.

Daredevil silently landed behind her. Sam's eyes went wide.

"Uhhh, hello Mr. Daredevil. Mr. Devil?" Sam squeaked.

"Look, kid, I know you've been tailing me. Can you stop?"

"Can you train me?"

"No."

Sam shrugged. "Then I guess I can't stop."

Daredevil sighed and looked over at Hannah. "Please keep him off my tail."

Sam looked over at Hannah, then back at Daredevil. But he was gone.

At least he got to talk to the guy. Small victories.

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Another prompt by @deniigi . This one is "You're a what?" Or, as I'm interpreting it, "You have what?" Also I'm gonna be nice to Foggy in this one compared to the last three I did.

"So," Foggy gestured widely with his fork, "I was thinking about swimming. Number one: you don't know how to swim, and we should fix that before you fall into the Hudson again. Two: I get the world can be overwhelming for you, and I went swimming with my family, and was floating there, and I realized: it kinda muffles hearing, and if you're floating you don't have to touch anything."

"And where would we go swimming that doesn't reek of chlorine?"

"Well, I'm the lawyer for a guy who knows Danny Rand. Rand has an Olympic sized saltwater pool. We could probably invite Kirsten and Karen."

"Sounds... interesting..." Matt's expression looked pained.

"I get that you're wanting to object, probably since a day at the pool should be laden with guilt in your head, but I am going to overrule that since it can be lumped in with ninja training. Got it?"

"Fine."

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A few days later found Foggy, Matt, Kirsten, and Karen at Rand's pool.

Foggy had just taken off his shirt to go swimming.

"Foggy, you have a tattoo?" Kristen asked.

"You have a what?" Matt echoed.

"Yes...."

"I feel lied to." Matt announced. "What is it even of?"

"Barbed wire. I got it in undergrad. I can show it where it is if you want."

"Yes please." Matt sounded a little distressed.

Foggy gently took Matt's hand in his, and guided it to where the tattoo was.

"It goes all the way around my arm."

"Okay." Matt paused. "I'm sure it looks nice."

"Reassuring coming from the blind guy," Foggy responded. "Now, you wanna learn how to swim?"

Another prompt by @deniigi !!! This time its "Everything is fine." And a loose sequel to one I wrote earlier (basically, Matt ties up Foggy to prevent him from going out and getting hurt, and Karen walks in on a tied up Foggy). So yeah, Matt's more of a creeper in this one than normal.

Foggy was walking home from work, looking up at the buildings around him, trying to get a better look at the rooftops, seeing if he could get a glimpse of red.

Seeing if Matt was following him tonight.

Because Matt was apparently losing it, slowly but surely. First it was little things, things Foggy didn't really think about. Sure, there was being able to hear his heartbeat, and smell where he had been, but when you find out that's how your weirdo friend has always been, you kinda just roll with it. The texting made sense when Fisk was out of jail, since yeah, he could send someone out to kill Foggy.

But Foggy speculated that for all that Matt talked about Fisk running Riker's, he didn't really. It was sort of like the way Matt explained Satan; he isn't in control, he's just another inmate.

Which made Matt paranoid.

And that wasn't even the worst of it; the bruises on Foggy's wrists and ankles would tell a scarier story.

And now the stalking behavior. Fucking ninjas.

So Foggy looked up; he searched, because he needed to know. He needed to know that Matt wasn't following him, that Matt respected him as an adult, fully capable of making his own decisions, that Matt could be trusted.

Foggy walked up to his apartment complex, than upstairs to his apartment. He unlocked the door-

And there was Matt, sitting on his couch.

"Goddamit, Matt," Foggy muttered.

"Its good to see you too," Matt cheerily responded. "Safe and sound."

"This isn't okay! You can't just keep following me around like this."

"But I need to protect you. And you're safe."

"This isn't fine!" Foggy's voice started to rise.

"Everything is fine."

"If everything is fine, why are you following me everywhere? Why do you need to keep tabs on me all the time?"

"To keep you safe."

"Matt," Foggy cleared his throat, "Matt. You can't be following me around all the time and saying everything is okay. Because it's not. I'm not okay, you're not okay. This is not okay. I need you to respect my boundaries. Now get out of my apartment."

"Fine." Matt exited through the open window, onto the fire escape, and scrambled up.

Foggy leaned out the window. "And no creeping on the rooftop!"

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Context for this: in at least some of the comics, Matt and Bruce Banner are friends. Matt has a dirty secret on SHIELD, one which he uses as blackmail to ensure Bruce is treated well by SHEILD, who is in SHIELD custody. This is me imagining how Matt became the secret keeper. Also, its using one of @deniigi 's prompts. "Listen, we're the same, you and me."

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Bruce stared down at his coffee. "Thanks for meeting me here. You sure you weren't followed?"

Bruce was sitting at a table, sunglasses and a baseball cap on. He slouched, and his normal stubble had grown out into a full beard. The noise of the cafe enveloped them, making it difficult for most people to hear them.

"Pretty darn sure." Matt paused, tilting his head. "Is everything okay?"

"I'm think of going into SHIELD's protective custody."

"You can't seriously be thinking-- oh shit, you are aren't you?" Bruce mournfully nodded. "Okay, please tell me you've thought this through."

"I have. As it stands, I'm a danger to society. A normal morning commute can make me a bit-- green. Locking me up seems to be the best bet."

"Is it really, though?"

"The other part is, I'm tired of running. Having somewhere stable to be would be nice."

"So you're taking a plea deal?"

"Basically. I'd be turning myself in though."

"You can't be serious. This is a terrible idea."

"Matt, I dont like this plan any more than you do. But I'm working on something as Bruce right now and I need the resources. SHIELD has them. I become SHIELD's WMD, and I get what I need."

"How about 'no' and 'this is a bad idea."

Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose. "Look, we're the same, you and me. Not in terms of abilities, but ethics. If you thought you could get something out of trapping yourself to benefit others, you would. Right?"

"Yeah."

"Same as me. Now, I wanted to meet up here to see if you're willing to be my life insurance."

"Fine. If you insist on handing yourself over to them. At least you're sensible enough to make them suffer if you die."

Bruce smiled. "Great." He fished a necklace with a USB stick on it from under his shirt. "Now, you've got my insurance. It's got some nasty SHIELD secrets in it, which you may peruse at your leisure. If they decide they're fed up with the big green guy and launch me into space, you'll be able to make SHIELD pay for it." Bruce held out the USB necklace. Matt put it on.

"Now, I just need to figure out details for how often you need to hear from me."

"Once a week is custom for inmates."

"Perfect." Bruce sipped his coffee. "Now I just have to find Maria Hill."

"Before you do that, please realize you are making a bargain that your life is more valuable than whatever is on this making it out into the public eye. Please let me look it over first to make sure that's the case."

"Oh, and your judgement is better than mine?"

"Considering I'm a lawyer, yes. I have to make these judgements every day. Promise me you'll wait?"

"Promise."

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