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Matt
Waking up in a different place than where you went to sleep (fell unconscious, but, you know, details), with a splitting headache and no way to know how you got there was never a good thing, especially when the first thing you hear is an unknown male voice asking his phone the difference between abduction and kidnapping.
Good to know whomever it was that had him captive liked to be precise in his criminal endeavors.
“Abduction is defined as the action of taking someone away by force or deception, whereas Kidnapping is defined as the action of abducting someone and holding them captive” was the concise answer given by the female robotic voice.
“So basically, I just abducted the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen?” the question sounded tired and had a small ring of desperation to it that made Matt wonder if he was in as much danger as he initially thought.
Actually, now that he was becoming more aware of his surroundings, not only was he untied and still wearing his mask and armor, he could feel that he was laying on a comfortable bed with a pillow under his head and had, believe it or not, a fluffy and warm blanket on top of him. Despite his senses still being a bit off, he could tell he was in a medium sized room with the queen bed he was on, a desk with a chair and a laptop, a dresser and, of course, the man whose voice he had just heard.
Matt tried to focus on his kidnapper or, according to the man himself, his abductor, but his senses were still jumbled enough that he could only get very little. He sounded young for one, like he was in his early twenties or maybe even late teens. He wasn’t particularly tall, definitely average male height, but Matt could tell he was all lean muscle…enhanced lean muscle. His muscles sounded like Luke’s or Jessica’s but even…more.
Super strength was always a bitch to fight so he really hoped his abductor wasn’t actually a bad guy… or that he didn’t have something more than super strength. His heartbeat was strong if slightly fast but Matt couldn’t tell if that was normal for the unknown man or an after effect of his abduction. He also smelled clean, like he had just taken a shower. What kind of bad guy leaves his prisoner alone while he takes a shower?
“Should I remove his mask?” Matt had to use all his considerable training not to react to that question and give away his awakened state. Maybe he had been rash is considering himself, well, not exactly safe, but at least not fully in danger either.
“What if he has a concussion? Or internal bleeding? He’s been unconscious for a while!” The unknown man’s concern was so clear and genuine it gave Matt pause. Bad guys didn’t care if he was hurt or not, they certainly didn’t care enough to make sure he was warm and comfortable. Maybe he hadn’t been kidnapped abducted at all. Maybe he, for once in his life, had lucked out and gotten rescued by a good samaritan... an enhanced good samaritan…who just happened to be passing by to rescue an unconscious Daredevil…Yeah, right! Matt was never that lucky.
“What should I do?” The man started pacing back and forth. “I’m sure he wouldn’t want someone to take his mask off” he got that part right “but I’m really worried.” Sweet…maybe. “I don’t even know who to contact…” The fact that he hadn’t immediately called the police was blessing enough in Matt’s eyes. Of course, if he had bad intentions, he wouldn’t have contacted the police.
The man kept his pacing up, becoming more agitated as he went, clearly not knowing what to do with all his nervous energy. “I wouldn’t want someone to take my mask off, but unmasking is better than death, no?” Mask? The unknown man was wearing a mask? Matt tried to focus more sharply on his senses despite his headache. Yes, the man was wearing a mask as well as some sweats and a hoodie too big for his lean frame. Was he rescued by another vigilante? He knew everyone in the area and this man was definitely not one of the regular vigilantes/superheroes who frequented the Kitchen, but then again, Matt hadn’t been on his turf when he went down.
Of course, his questions as to the identity of his rescuer were answered when said rescuer kept pacing. Except now he was pacing on the ceiling.
Peter
“I don’t think I’m concussed, Spider-man” Peter felt himself properly exhale for the first time in what felt like hours when he heard the deep voice of the now conscious man on his bed. He hadn’t known what to do when he found Daredevil unconscious in some random alleyway in Queens (as far as he knew the Devil didn’t leave his territory). He tried to wake him up but when he hadn’t so much as groaned Peter started to get worried, plus with the snow already falling in troves he knew he couldn’t just let the other vigilante there and live with himself, so he did the only thing he could think of (and would probably regret): he put him over his shoulder and brought him home.
He realized how truly built the other vigilante was when he tried to get Daredevil through the window and found himself struggling to do so without causing the probably hurt man (I mean, you aren’t lying unconscious in an alley if you’re in good health) more injuries. So he entered through the roof, checked that none of his neighbors were nearby, and walked in full Spider-man getup, with an unconscious Daredevil slumped over his shoulder, through his front door.
His apartment was an amazing place he managed to buy at a very cheap price. The owner of the building was a sweet old lady Peter had known all his life, since his aunt’s apartment was only a couple of buildings up the street.
Peter had always liked Mrs. Williams, with her fluffy white curls, bright smile and kind personality. So when her husband passed away when he was twelve, Peter started visiting her regularly to chat and to help her with anything from sweeping the floor to getting her heavy groceries. Mrs. Williams had taught him how to sow and cook (he loved his aunt but May couldn’t cook to save her life) and after his uncle died, she had been a good friend to him and to aunt May, always ready to listed and offer advice to a grieving, young Peter.
When she found out Peter was looking for his own place, she offered to sell him one of the building units (sell, not rent) at a horribly low price. Peter had, of course, refused at first. Even if he was doing more than ok money, between his full ride, paid, scholarship/grant to Columbia, his freelance photojournalism career, and his freelance coding jobs, there was no way he could afford to buy an apartment without going into crippling debt and, at the price she was offering, without feeling like he was taking advantage of a sweet old lady who had never showed him and his family anything but kindness.
Of course, Mrs. Williams, for all her kindness, was incredibly suborn so she suggested Peter a deal he simply could not refuse. Instead of having to get a loan so he could afford the place, Peter wound pay a “mortgage”, directly to her (without interest) every month until he reached the agreed upon price (which again, was ridiculously low) and then the place would be his. Peter still tried to refuse. How could he accept something so much below market price? But then Mrs. Williams had said he had to work as a superintendent for the building for free as part of the deal, which made Peter much more amenable to said deal.
Peter insisted on a contract to protect Mrs. Williams rights (knowing her, she might refuse to accept the payments), which was received with an eyeroll and a head shake, but she signed it anyway and soon after Peter himself signed on the dotted line that made him a home owner (aunt May had cried, she was so proud). Only after he had signed the contract did he realize he had been conned.
He had known Mrs. Williams all his life so he hadn’t even bothered to look at the unit she wanted to sell him. Any place with running water and a roof over his head, where he could come and go as he pleased without having to avoid his aunt discovering his night time activities, was good enough for him. So, when he found out she had sold him a three-bedroom apartment with two bathrooms, a full kitchen and a ton of closet space he was gob smacked. If he thought the price had been so much below market price then he was discovering just how truly much below market price it really was. It was the biggest unit on the building, even Mrs. Williams unit on the first floor wasn’t as big.
“Petey, you are very young still but, in the future, you might want a family. Don’t you want your future family to be taken care of? Plus, the apartment is a bit run down so you’ll have to spend a good amount of money on it” was her reply when he confronted her about it. “And everything is signed now so there’s really nothing you can do about it” she had added with a mischievous smile that said “got ya” while patting his cheek in a grandmotherly fashion.
Peter didn’t know what to say to that (for once) so he decided to do his best restoring and renovating not only his place but the entire building. He spent some money on materials, which weren’t that expensive (he had saved a whole construction crew from falling debris a couple months back, so when he asked them where he could find good but cheap materials, they all jumped at the chance to help him back, they even gave him lessons on how to do renovations and restorations) and redid the whole building’s pluming and electricity himself, even adding solar panels so he could reduce everyone’s power bill and an emergency generator to help the panels run if the grid ever fell.
He kept improving things little by little and now the building looked brand new. Mrs. Williams just shook her head with a smile every time she found about Peter’s new improvement ideas but Peter knew she was very happy he was taking such good care of her place. His own place looked brand new as well. He had redone the kitchen and the bathrooms and had asked both Mrs. Williams and aunt May for input in decorating his place and the result had been a masculine, stylish, homey place that felt like safety.
A safe place that he might have compromised by bringing an unknown vigilante into it.
But Peter didn’t really dwell on that thought. He already brought the Devil home so what was the point in second guessing his decision now?
He carried Daredevil to his bedroom since it was the only one with a bed (between all his renovating, the two spare bedrooms hadn’t been a priority). He put a big towel on top of his bed (he had just changed the sheets and didn’t feel like doing it again so soon) and then laid the unconscious man down.
He took this time to finally analyze the other vigilante. He had heard about the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen before but had never seen or interacted with him. He was taller than himself, more buff too, and had a strong, masculine jawline. His breath wasn’t labored in any way and nothing appeared to be broken so Peter took his warmest fluffiest blanket and put him over the other man thinking he might wake up soon…
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That had been hours ago. Peter had showered and changed into his comfiest sweats and an oversized hoodie his aunt had given him (it had been part of a set of three, two sizes too large for him, but he loved them anyway) but kept his mask on so he could, hopefully, be recognized by Daredevil when he woke up (as well as keep his own secret identity a secret) and not have to fight a skilled injured hero who taught he was a kidnapper… Was he a kidnapper? Did he technically kidnap the man? Or was it called an abduction? Was there a difference? Was it even important? The only important thing was making sure things didn’t escalate to violence once he woke up…
“Siri? What’s the difference between abduction and kidnapping?” He had about a thousand more important things to think about right now but of course, now that the question had popped into his head, he just had to know the answer.
He heard the robotic voice answer his question. “So basically, I just abducted the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen?” Great, now he was talking to himself out loud. He must have been more stressed than he thought. Especially considering it had been hours and the other man had yet to so much as twitch.
“Should I remove his mask?” The words felt wrong coming out of his mouth but he saw no other way. “What if he has a concussion? Or internal bleeding? He’s been unconscious for a while!” All very real possibilities he hadn’t really considered until now. Sometimes he forgot that not everyone had super healing and he didn’t know Daredevil’s powers. Or if he even had any powers. As far as he knew he could just have been a very skilled martial artist who decided to help his community.
“What should I do?” He started pacing back and forth. “I’m sure he wouldn’t want someone to take his mask off but I’m really worried.” And getting more worried by the second now that his mind had gone there “I don’t even know who to contact…” Oh dear God! He had no idea who to contact! His family must have been worried sick not knowing where he was or if he was alright.
He started pacing faster to try and get rid of some of his nervous energy. “I wouldn’t want someone to take my mask off” that was definitely a no-no “but unmasking is better than death, no?” Peter would rather have his mask taken off than die. Wouldn’t he? Yes. No. Maybe. He felt the need to move more so he started walking up the wall and on the ceiling to get more pacing area when he heard the words that would answer his ethical dilemma.
Matt
“I don’t think I’m concussed, Spider-man” Matt said fully relaxing for the first time since he woke up in an unknown place. He had never met the other hero in person but his reputation was beyond reproach (not counting the Daily Bugle, which he didn’t).
Everyone always said how kind and amazing he was. One night while he was patrolling, he heard a young woman tell her friend how Spider-man had saved her from a rapist. It wasn’t the saving that had gotten Matt’s attention since he himself had, sadly, saved a lot of women from rapists, even some men. But rather the fact that after the rapist had been put out of commission Spidey had stayed with her to comfort her and make sure she was safe until the police arrived. She said he hugged her (with her permission) and told her silly knock-knock jokes until the police arrived. He also heard the other stories about how he would help old ladies across the street and save kittens from trees, so he knew Spider-man was a good and kind man. Maybe, for once in his life, he really did get lucky.
“You don’t think you’re concussed?” He asked back with evident relief getting down from the ceiling. He didn’t really fall, he didn’t float either, Matt wasn’t sure exactly how he did what he did. “You really don’t think you’re concussed or you aren’t concussed the same way I don’t have broken ribs when I most definitely do?”
Matt couldn’t help but smile at that. Yeah, this guy was definitely another vigilante. “The first one. I think I was dosed with something” Matt tried to reach his neck to feel where he believed a needle might have gotten him, the wind and snow making it impossible to hear the dart-gun discharge, but was stopped by a gentle yet firm hand around his wrist. “Maybe you shouldn’t be moving just yet?” Spidey asked with worry on his voice.
Matt didn’t really know how to deal with that. He wasn’t used to people caring about him, at least people outside his immediate friend group, who were all like family. It made him feel both warm inside and a bit uncomfortable. “I’m really fine” he said tugging his arm from Spider-man’s grasp, who let go of it immediately “Aside from a splitting headache I really feel fine” he tried to sit up and the other man was immediately there to help him, which Matt had to begrudgingly admit, was kind of nice. He felt his neck again and hold and behold there it was, a puncture wound. “Yep, definitely dosed by something”.
“We need to know what you were dosed with. Whatever it was might have real bad side effects. How are you feeling?” Spidey asked gently grabbing Matt’s jaw with both his hands. It was a testament to his messed-up senses that he had no idea what the other man was about to do until he had done it. “You don’t have a fever” the warm gentle hands were gone as fast as they had appeared. “Do you feel nauseous? Confused?”
Matt couldn’t believe this kind, caring man was out there fighting crime, but the truth is he had heard all the news and knew for a fact that Spider-man had the scum of New York city running scared. How could he be so badass and terrifying and still so kind and compassionate was beyond him. Matt was a stranger to this man and he had gone very much out of his way to help him.
“No, no. Really. Aside from this headache I really feel fine. Case in point I should probably get out of your hair” That was the most reasonable thing Matt had said in a while. He should return home and forget all about this strange encounter.
“Sorry to break it to you but you aren’t going anywhere for a while” Matt stiffened at those words. Did he misread the situation. Was he not as safe as he thought he was? But then he really paid attention to Spider-man’s tone. It hadn’t been a threat but a statement of fact and that was when Matt heard it: the unrelenting violent sound of wind and snow against the window.
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Matt got up and felt Spider-man tense and turn his body to him. He was pretty sure the other man was getting in position to catch him if he so much as swayed. Thankfully it wasn’t necessary. Ha hadn’t been lying when he said he was ok. He felt fine, even his headache was slowly getting better. He got near the window and felt how truly horrendous it was outside. No one with half a brain would leave their home. Matt remembered he himself was about to head home because the weather was getting so bad when he got hit by the dart that knocked him unconscious.
“What in God’s name were you doing outside in this?” Matt couldn’t help but ask the other man.
Spidey laughed. Fully laughed, loud and uninhibitedly. It was a pretty laugh. “Pot meet kettle” he said when he calmed down “what were you doing outside just before the worst snow storm in forty years was about to hit New York?”
“Chasing a new drug ring” Matt admitted. “I followed them all the way to Queens but lost them. Was about to go back when I was hit by a dart, see?” Matt showed him his neck and Spider-man came closer to take a better look at it when it hit him: he had just willingly shown his neck to an unknown man who by all accounts could probably kick his ass very easily, yet Matt hadn’t even hesitated. Jesus, what was wrong with him?
“It looks a bit enflamed. Let me get you some ice” was all he said before going toward the door. “Better yet. You’re going to be stuck here for a while Double D” Double D? “Why don’t you take a warm shower and get into something comfier? Just keep your mask like I’m doing?” Matt’s first instinct was to say no. He was in an unknown place with what amounted to a stranger… and yet. “Sure, that would be really nice, thank you”. Spidey came towards the dresser and pulled what he assumed were clothes for him from it. “This should fit you, they are too big for me” he said giving him a pile of something soft. “I think I have some new underwear here too, just give me a… yes, here they are. Those might be a big tight for you though” He was probably right; Spidey was considerably leaner than he was. He made a follow me gesture with his hand and led him to the other side of the room where a second door was and opened it to what he assumed was the master bathroom.
“Feel free to use whatever. I’ll be in the living room” And then he just closed the door and…left. Him. Alone. In his house. A complete stranger. How was that man not dead yet?
Remembering something he opened the door again. Spidey hadn’t left the bedroom yet and turned back as soon as he heard the door opening. “You never answered my question. What were you doing outside in this weather?” Spidey was frozen for a full second, as though that had been the last thing he thought Matt would ask and his brain had to take a moment to reset so he could answer. “I was making sure all the homeless people in the vicinity had found shelter from the storm”.
Of course he was.
Peter
After answering Daredevil’s question, he went to the kitchen to get an ice pack for the man’s neck. He did appear to be mostly fine; he didn’t seem dizzy or nauseous, was breathing well and his heart rate was also normal. He also didn’t have a fever. Which Peter could tell. Because he had grabbed his jaw. His very manly, sexy jaw. And hadn’t been punched in the face for his daring.
Jesus! What was he thinking, just grabbing a complete stranger like that? And without even asking? He always asked! Every time he helped someone who looked like they needed to be touched, for whatever reason, he asked if he could do it (within reason of course. He didn’t stop to ask if he could touch someone before rescuing them from oncoming traffic).
He blamed that smile. The one he gave him after Peter made the joke about broken ribs. It was so incongruous with everything he had heard about the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen, the Man Without Fear, the ghost in the night whose mere mention was enough to instill fear in the heart of the worst kind of criminals. Daredevil had smiled at him! Twice! And the second one was just…wow. After Peter told him why he was out there the other vigilante just gave him the kindest smile that made him look… young and carefree. Words definitely not normally associated with Daredevil.
He heard the water turn off and decided to get some ibuprofen as well in case he wanted it for his headache. After a couple minutes Daredevil was leaving his bedroom wearing his mask and one of the oversized grey sweat sets his aunt had gifted him and, holly shit, that suit he had been wearing definitely didn’t had any padding. That man was all fine hard muscle and under different circumstances Peter would definitely give him a once over. But they weren’t under different circumstances, and giving his unwilling house guest another look would have just been creepy.
“I have your ice pack and some ibuprofen if you want. Are you hungry? Can I get you anything?” Was there anything he could do to distract himself from the handsome man in this house against his will?
“I must admit, this is the nicest kidnapping I’ve ever been a part of” he said with a small smile, coming to get both the ice pack and bottle of pills.
That smile and small joke made Peter relax. He might have brought the other man here against his will (technically) but he didn’t appear to be mad about it. “According to my phone it was an abduction” Peter joked back now that he felt better about the whole situation.
Double D took a couple of pills and chased them with the water Peter had put in a cup while they talked. “But you are keeping me captive. Granted you don’t mean to, but I’m still stuck here”. Peter just looked at his masked face because really, what was there to say to that? “Well, then, my captive audience, would you like something to eat?” Not knowing what so say had never stopped Peter from at least saying something.
Believe it or not his smile increased a tiny bit. “Sure, what do you hav…” He stopped talking as all the lights in the apartment went off as well as the appliances. “The storm must have downed the power grid. Don’t worry the solar batteries are going to kick in at any…” the lights turned back on and you could hear the multiple bips of every other electronic in the place coming back to life “…moment.” he finished proudly. He was glad he had upgraded the electric in the building. It meant he, Mrs. Williams and every other tenant didn’t have to be cold in situations like this.
“You have a solar batteries? How long will they last? Should we unplug anything?” the Devil didn’t sound worried, more curious than anything.
“The whole building is solar powered as well as being on the grid. I rigged it so that the whole building could function autonomously in situations like these." The snow on the panels could become a problem eventually but Peter made sure the solar battery storage could store enough energy to power the entire place for three days without the panels working.
Double D whistled “Superhero and contractor. Is there anything you can’t do?” Peter laughed at that. “A lot, actually. But I don’t think I’m ready to lose my epic air of mystery.” He winked before remembering he was still wearing his mask and the other man couldn’t see him. Which was good because then he couldn’t see his embarrassed blush either. “And to answer your earlier question I have a lot of things to eat. How does lasagna sound? I have one frozen that I can defrost in…” he looked at the clock “twenty to thirty minutes?”
“Someone is coming to the front door.” Daredevil said instead of answering his question and, true enough, after a couple of seconds he heard someone knocking at the front door. Interesting. Peter had very good senses so he had isolated his place really well against sound. Apparently Daredevil did have some enhancements. “Coming!” Peter yelled to the door having already realized who was outside. He also noticed Daredevil’s very slight flinch. Some very good enhancements then. Which was really bad because there was a very good chance, he could figure out who Peter was in the next couple minutes “Could you please wait in the bedroom?” As much as Peter wanted to avoid what was about to happen, he also needed to check on the person on the other side of the door. Double D nodded and went without saying anything else.
Peter removed his mask and put it in his hoodie’s central pocket, already stressing about the inevitable, and went to open the door to Mrs. Williams second bout of knocks. “Mrs. Williams, is everything ok?” He asked the beautiful eighty-seven-year-old woman standing in his doorstep holding a tray of wonderfully smelling cookies.
“Peter” a couple of minutes had been a pipe dream, which was fine. Really. Who needed a secret identity anyway? He had already invited the Devil into his home, why not just fully introduce himself: My name is Peter Benjamin Parker. When I was fourteen years old, I was bitten by a radioactive spider and became the one and only Spider-man “Honey, I just wanted to check if everything was alright” I’m currently studying at Columbia University, where I’m getting a double PhD in mechanical engineering and biochemistry. “I caught such a fright when the lights went off” I also think you’re kind of hot but I feel sleezy for objectifying you under the unsavory circumstances in which we met… “Peter, sweetheart?”
Peter realized he was letting Mrs. Williams wait at the door without an answer. “Sorry Mrs. Williams. Wool gathering. Please come in.” He let the old lady in and she bee-lined for the kitchen where she placed her heavenly smelling cookies on the counter. “Are you ok Mrs. Williams? Is the heat working fine?” Everything seemed to be working as it was supposed to in Peter’s place but maybe the rest of the building wasn’t so lucky.
“What? No, honey. Everything is fine. Some of the tenants already gave me a call complementing all the work you’ve done to improve this place. It looks and feels brand knew” she clapped her hands like the proud Italian woman she was. “I just wanted to check on you and bring you some cookies” She came back to him and patted his cheek “But I can see I’m interrupting you and your girlfriend” She added with a wink as she pointed to the bedroom door that, unlike usual, was closed.
Peter knew he sucked at lying when put on the spot so he didn’t even try. “Sorry to dash your dreams Mrs. Williams but that isn’t my girlfriend. My friend couldn’t make it home before the storm hit so he’s spending some quality time under the covers to warm up. When I checked on him forty minutes ago, he was still dead to the world.” If you traded friend for vigilante he technically abducted (but really recued) everything else was the truth.
“Oh my God! That poor boy. You can’t be outside in this weather!” She was quite literally clutching her pearls and cross and shaking her head. “Give him some cookies when he wakes up, alright dear?” Peter nodded with a smile “I promise.” and received a kiss in his cheek for his trouble. He walked Mrs. Williams back to the door and made her promise to call if something happened. “You’re eighty-seven years old. Please don’t climb seven flights of stairs. You know I’m more than happy to go down to your apartment. Especially if cookies are involved”
She clicked her tongue at him. “I need the exercise, dear, otherwise I’ll become like those old ladies who can’t do anything by themselves”. She left after another grandmotherly pat and started to go down the stairs. Peter stayed by the door to listen to make sure she didn’t fall on the stairs. He also could hear Daredevil leaving the bedroom and sitting on the island barstool nearest the cookies so he put his mask back on before turning around.
He closed the door and exhaled deeply. He really didn’t want to have the conversation he knew was coming. The “Please, please don’t tell anyone who I am and where I live!” conversation. Because, let’s be honest, it’s not like he could really do anything other than that to stop the other man from spreading the information, aside from violent action, which Peter wasn’t willing to do.
“These cookies are heavenly” was all Daredevil said. Peter turned around to watch him grab a second cookie and despite all the reasons in contrary, he couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah?” He asked and received a very solemn nod in response. “Wait until you try the lasagna. She’s the one who made it too”. Peter went to the kitchen and pulling his mask up just enough, put a whole cookie is his mouth (yes, definitely heavenly) while he turned on the oven and took the lasagna of the freezer.
“Matt.” Was the unexpected response to his actions. Peter just looked at him in a silent request for elaboration. “My name is Matt”. Peter froze at that, his heart beating a thousand miles a minute. What? Why? Why would he tell him his first name?
“I could feel you panicking from here” he answered nonchalantly, as if he could hear Peter’s panicked thoughts (hell, maybe he could), and as if he hadn’t just revealed something abso-freaking-huge about himself. “A first name is hardly enough for me to know who you are and I have no idea where I am” He explained. “When the storm dies down, I was going to let you blindfold me and leave me where you found me, so I was never going to know where you lived” The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen was trying to both comfort and protect him and he’d be damned if that wasn’t the sweetest thing ever.
“Thank you, Matt” he said gratefully. Matt. Short for Matthew, maybe Matthias. “Sorry, can I call you Matt?” Just because he told him his name, didn’t mean he as ok with him using it.
“Yes, Spidey” Spidey? “You can call me Matt… Peter?” It was his turn to hesitantly ask if he could use Peter's name.
“Yes, you can call me Peter”. Daredevil, no, Matt smiled at him and he smiled back, even if Matt couldn’t see it with his mask on.
“So? Lasagna?”