You've got pressure dripping off your shoulders

[spideyguy]

Peter is entirely aware of how lucky he is. Looking back on his first six months as a vigilante, he honestly has no idea how he's still alive. He didn't even know how to throw a punch, when he first went out, and at first, it was pretty messy. Punch too hard, with his strength, and you break bone, but too soft and you risk taking a hit. So he learned how to throw a punch the hard way - by taking them himself. His fighting style has one advantage; he doesn't have a fighting style. It's unpredictable, relies way too much on instinct and shit he's seen on TV, but it works, well, most of the time.

His spidey sense is damn near infallible, and maybe he relies on it too much (he does), but he knows when the attempts to hit him are coming, and it makes up for his lack of skill or technique. So yeah, maybe Peter's view of his own abilities is a little inflated (only a little!) because whatever strange and tentative balance he's found is holding.

The first time he met Daredevil, the guy was beating the shit out of some petty criminal, pumping him for information. They were in that fluctuating line between Hell's Kitchen and the edge of Peter's Midtown territory, so when Peter caught him - well, he wasn't one to step away from any sort of crime, his own turf or not. The ensuing fight between the vigilantes had been interesting; they were both able to predict each other's moves, to an extent, and in the end they'd struck a sort-of truce, both bloodied and tired.

Since then, things have been pretty good. They're sort of friends, Spiderman and Daredevil, as much friends as two vigilantes can be. They're both out there for the same thing - protecting people. Even if they don't always agree on the methods.

"That spinny-kick thing is awesome," Peter compliments, perched on a streetlamp. He webs the guy Daredevil took out, just for good measure. This is more middle ground turf, where they usually run into each other; Peter wouldn't say he was looking for the guy, but it was kind of a slow night in Queens, so. Might as well lend a helping web or two.