"Matthew Michael Murdock! Why the hell aren't you answering your pho- oh." Karen stormed into the apartment angrily. 

"Hi, Karen," Matt whispered, not wanting to wake the kid. 

"Who's that?" She asked curiously.

"Uhm, yeah. Hard to explain..."

"Why is he here?"

"He needed a place to stay and also needed comfort from a person as you can see," Matt looked sadly in the direction of Peter. 

"Can I do something for you?" Karen asked kindly.

"Can you grab a glass of water for me?" 

"Yeah sure."

"Oh, and one for the kid too and the painkillers, please."

"Sure thing." Karen walked into the kitchen and filled two glasses of water and grabbed the bottle of pills. She walked back to Matt and handed him one glass of water and put the other one and the bottle on the bedside table. She looked at the kid, he was pale and had tear streaks on his face. Poor kid. 

"Is he okay?" She whispered worriedly. 

"Right now? I don't think so..."

"What happened?"

"That's not my story to tell." Karen responded with an 'oh'. After a few seconds of silence, Karen started to whisper again. 

"I better should get going. Call me when you need anything, okay?"

"I will, Karen. Wait, didn't Foggy tell you anything?"

"Well funny story, he didn't really get the chance." Karen laughed quietly. "I stormed out when he walked in without you. He did call me but I was too worried about you to listen to him." Matt chuckled too. 

"Yeah sorry for that. My phone is on the dining table and I can't really get up, this kid has a death grip on me."

"Don't apologise, I understand now. I really am going to go now. Bye Matt." She gave Matt a light kiss on his forehead. 
"Bye Karen."

Somehow Matt fell asleep too. He must admit, he was tired, even though he slept a reasonable amount of hours last night. 

A particularly loud clap of thunder startles Matt awake, his ears ringing slightly as his mind was waking up. Listening to Peter's breathing, Matt noticed he was waking up. Probably because of the startle Matt made. Good job Matt...

Peter felt weird when he woke up, he has a massive headache. He stirred and groaned as he opened his eyes slightly. The bright surroundings slowly got less and less bright. He noticed he was leaning, almost laying, on Matt. (not sexually) He quickly moved, apologising. 

"Sorry! I- I didn't mean to. I'm so sorry!" He said quickly. Peter looked at Matt, waiting for any sort of reaction. Matt's mouth began to move but Peter couldn't hear anything. Panicking slightly as he reached his ears, noticing his earplugs were in his ear. Slowly pulling the out, not to overwhelm his hearing.

"How are you feeling?" Matt asked quietly. 

"I'm fine, Sorry again." Lie.

"No need to be sorry. And please, be honest Peter, how are you?" How does he always know? Oh right, heartbeat...

"Oh, uhm, yeah. Got a pretty bad headache, to be honest... What uhm, what happened?" 

"You don't remember?" Matt was already worried about Peter, but this made him worry even more. 

"My brain is kinda foggy, so I guess a sensory overload or panic attack or something." 

"Yeah. A friend of mine came by and you panicked a little. Then it started to storm and you went into a sensory overload. I grabbed your headphones and you passed out after."

"Explains the headache."

"Here," Matt said as he grabbed a glass of water and the bottle of pills from his nightstand. Peter thanked Matt and swallowed 2 pills. 

Peter stood up from the bed, to go to the bathroom. He stretched until he felt his wound protest. 

"Be careful, it's still healing," Matt warned. 

"I know, I know..." Peter muttered while walking into the bathroom and closing the door. He looked in the mirror, why does Matt have a mirror? The person staring back looked like a stranger to Pete. Pale and sweaty skin, dark circles under his eyes and the lack of spark in them. It shocked Peter, a tear slipping over his cheek, he was unrecognisable. What would May have said about this? Peter wiped away the tears and decided to take a shower. 

"Matt?"

"Yes, you okay?"

"Is it okay if I take a shower?"

"Of course. I will grab you some clean clothes and a towel."

"Wait, I can do that myself!" Peter said as he walked out the door. But Matt had already grabbed the stuff for Peter. Peter sighed slightly as he felt like a burden to Matt. 

"Here."

"Thanks."

"There are new bandages under the sink, and if you need help rewrapping it just yell for me." 

"I will." I won't. Peter undressed and unwrapped his wound. It was healing, but slower than usual. Probably because Peter hadn't had a proper meal or sleep in the past few months. Stepping under the hot stream of water made Peter's whole body relax. He looked at the collection of Matt's bottles of soap. 

"I wonder if he would mind if I use some." Peter wondered quietly out loud. 

"You can use it, don't worry," Matt yelled from where he was in the apartment. So Peter grabbed some soap and washed himself, a really needed wash. 

After ten minutes Peter was drying himself and dressed a bit. He still needed to wrap his wound. Grabbing fresh bandages he started to wrap his waist. But he couldn't get it as tight as he needed to. Should I ask him for help? I'm already bothering him so much. 

Matt wondered why it was so quiet in the bathroom and started worrying. 

"Hey, kid? You okay?" 

"Uhm, yes, I'm fine," Peter responded, unconsciously lying. 

"Are you dressed? If so I'm coming in because you're lying." Peter sighed in defeat. 

"You can come in..." So Matt came in and started to help Peter wrap his wound. "Thanks." 

"No worries kid, I have some food ready for you. And I want to talk to you about something important." 

So Peter followed Matt into the living room and they sat at the table. Peter ate the sandwich Matt made as Matt started to talk. 

"Stop me if I'm going too far. But I know something is wrong. I can't find anything about you, not even school records, but you're too smart to not go to school. The only thing I could find was where you are registered to live now. And that's only a few weeks old." Matt didn't sound angry, he sounded worried. 

"I- Uhm. It's a long story. And quite unbelievable. You know when I'm lying right?" Matt nodded. "Good. So like I told you, 5 months ago my life turned around. And basically, everyone forgot I even existed. Well, that Peter Parker ever existed. So everyone I knew doesn't remember me anymore. And I've been trying to live my new life but it's pretty hard and all. And I don't really like to talk about it but yeah. I can barely pay my rent, I work 3 jobs but I'm probably fired from all of them for not showing up, I barely sleep or eat cause I just can't afford it." Peter talked fast. But Matt heard it all. Trying to process everything he just heard he was quiet. This kid has been through hell. And yet he is still here. 

"Do you want to live here?" Matt asks out of the blue. 

"What?" Peter was startled by the question. 

"Do. You. Want. To. Live. Here? With me?" Matt repeated slowly.

"I-I mean. I will only be a pain in your ass. I don't know why you would even want to have me with you cont-" Peter was talking, very quickly. 

"Peter!"

"Yes, sorry... I just don't underst-"

"But Peter, I wouldn't ask if I didn't want you to live with me."

"But, I can't really help with bills and everything. I barely have any money."

"Well, we can make an agreement. You come to work for Foggy and me. You help me around the house and make sure you pass your tests so you can go to college. Those are the conditions to live with me alright?" 

"Are you sure? Like really sure?"

"Yes, I am."

"Alright. I was about to be evicted so this is actually good timing." Peter chuckled. Matt smiled at the comment. After a few moments of silence, Peter noticed his suit lying on the ground, with a hole in it, not just from his injuries. 

"What happened to my suit?" Matt's eyes widened for a second before answering. 

"Couldn't find the pocket for your earplugs." That was all he said. Peter just stared at Matt before bursting into laughter. 

Soooo, I'm back(ish). I graduated from high school! (Again). Well, where I live it's different that for example in the USA. So we have different levels in high school. So now I have 2 diplomas on two different levels. Yay. :) 

Would you guys like an other part of this?

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