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.

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[murdocksboy]

The end result is both of them winding up on the ground, but without Matt as in control as he'd been shooting for. The block was good, especially for being based very much on instinct. Once he's more familiar with some of the fighting styles Matt intends to teach him, there's no question that he'll be able to counter attacks like that with ease.

"You better stay on the side of the good guys after learning all of this." He comes easily to his feet and offers Peter a hand, even though it's doubtful the kid actually needs it. Seems like he's made of mostly springs and enthusiasm, sometimes.

These sessions have been good for Matt. Interacting with someone he isn't trying to beat up while in the Daredevil suit has helped him gain some internal balance that's occasionally lacking, resulting in a better handle on his temper. And while maybe it isn't noticeable to anyone but him, but he's slowly becoming more relaxed around Peter. More accepting of him as a colleague and of his 'interference' in the Devil's territory.

"Take a break, drink some water." After their first lesson, when he realized that rooftops aren't ideal places to find refreshment, he's been bringing bottled water for the both of them. Stripping off his gloves and shoving them into his belt, he grabs a water for himself and tosses one in the young man's direction. "So what do you think? Are you learning anything useful?"

[spideyguy]

"What, you think I'm a date and ditch type of guy? For shame. I'm disappointed in you, Devil. Me, such an upstanding citizen - " Peter's still babbling as he takes Matt's proffered hand, bouncing up onto his heels. Well, he is a teenager with the proportional strength (read: everything) of a spider. His jump height is nearly four times what it used to be, and he just has so much energy.

Interference is a strong word. Peter prefers...healthy dose of volunteering. That's what he's doing, isn't it? Offering his assistance if Matt wants it. Not that he needs it. But if he wants it. He offers because he knows there are times when you wish you had backup - for him, it's when he's being thrown bodily through a building by a man made of electricity. Yeah, Peter could do with a few friends.

Peter obeys, because he is thirsty, catching the bottle on instinct and flopping on the edge of the roof. He pulls his mask up to his nose with one hand and pops off the bottlecap with his other hand, grinning as he sucks down half of it in one go. "Definitely, man. This is like, ninja level. It's awesome." He leans back, propped on his forearm. "But actually, seriously, I feel like I'm not relying on my sense as much. Or well...like I'm supplementing it, you know?"