New York.
The bustling City of the Century.
And within the Manhattan district, it was prosperity within prosperity, luxury within luxury!
However, the lusher the jungle, the darker its interior.
Manhattan, besides its glorious side, also had a dirty, other side.
Hell's Kitchen.
This was the mud pit of mud pits, the hell of hells!
All manner of sin was commonplace in Hell's Kitchen, and in New York, this city of sin, it was the very center of wickedness!
Though Hell's Kitchen was only a small eight blocks, the wickedness here was so profound that even Satan himself would offer the criminals a cigarette and a light.
Devils, here, would be dismembered and served on a platter.
Those who roamed the nights of Hell's Kitchen were mostly riffraff.
From petty addicts and pimps to members of The Hand, and even Kingpin's subordinates...
They did every kind of dirty deed, except good deeds.
Here, there was only one type of person you would never see.
And that was a normal person.
Because normal people would never wander the nights of Hell's Kitchen, unless they wanted to die in a perpetually sunless, dark garbage heap.
In short, this place was practically the New Yorkers' own Gotham!
The question arises.
There was a hero.
He wore a bulletproof bodysuit, a cowl that left his chin exposed and had two pointed horns, he appeared at night, and was even passionately portrayed by Ben Affleck (oh, Ben again)!
So, who was he?
That's right, he was Daredevil.
—The New Yorkers' own Batman!
The fake Batman: Goes out to fight criminals with high-tech weapons.
The real Batman: Fights criminals using echolocation.
Of course, Daredevil wasn't important.
What was important was that, in this stinking mire, in this dark land where sin was endless, there was an innocent, reckless youngster who plunged headfirst into it.
Peter had been hanging around Queens.
But Queens had decent enough public safety, and he soon grew a little bored.
Then, thinking of Stark Tower, which had seen a major battle just two days prior, his curiosity got the better of him, and he decided to go check it out when he had the chance.
As expected, he stumbled upon an underground transaction.
And the object of the transaction wasn't even drugs, as he'd imagined, but people!
Peter was instantly stunned.
He couldn't imagine that in this New York, the most prosperous place in the world, even in Manhattan, not far from Stark Tower, such a thing could happen!
'Doesn't he ever care?'
Peter thought as he followed the group.
Ever since Tony Stark announced to everyone that he was Iron Man not too long ago, Peter had admired him greatly.
Peter believed that Tony Stark, after becoming a Super Hero, had helped many people, and he had even shut down his weapons division...
He thought Tony was a good person, and the existence of Iron Man had made New York a better place.
But now, it seemed that wasn't entirely the case.
'He's always flying high in the sky, of course he can't see this sin hiding in the dark corners.'
Peter thought.
Perhaps it was because Iron Man was too high-profile, that his attention was always focused on world-altering crises.
He went to the Middle East to eliminate terrorists, fought with giant metal blocks, and battled monsters...
So he overlooked one or two ordinary people who needed his help.
But these people shouldn't be ignored like this.
'Fortunately, I can help them!' he thought.
However, at this very moment, Peter's Spider-Sense suddenly tingled.
Without thinking, he instinctively ducked his head. The next moment, a whistling sound swept past over his head.
The attack missed, and the attacker seemed surprised, but they quickly adjusted.
Matt, though surprised, wasn't shocked.
He could hear the powerful heartbeat of the person clinging to the wall in front of him.
'This isn't an ordinary person.'
He thought, simultaneously whipping the staff he held towards Peter!
Matt's staff swung with incredible speed, each movement honed by Stick's training, creating a whistling sound through the air.
An average person would have no chance of defending against his techniques.
But his current opponent was Spider-Man!
Even setting aside Spider-Sense, Peter's reaction speed far exceeded Daredevil's imagination.
Moreover, with Peter's current physical condition, even being hit by Matt's staff wouldn't do much.
He was just dodging instinctively.
Compared to Matt's refined technique, Peter's attacks lacked any discernible pattern.
In fact, most of the time he avoided direct fistfights, as a single misstep could lead to him shattering an enemy's skull.
This was why Spider-Man always used his webs as a weapon.
At that moment, Peter raised his wrist, and two streams of webbing shot out.
He didn't think the person in front of him had the ability to dodge the webs, but he didn't notice Matt's ears twitch. The moment Peter pressed the button on his palm, Matt was already prepared.
Matt rolled to the side, evading the attack.
'Not a gun, not a dart?'
He paused for a moment.
Actually, when Peter raised his arms and pressed the button, he had thought the weapon might be a wrist dart, but it didn't sound like it.
The sound wasn't like any weapon he had encountered before; it was more like the sound of something being sprayed out...
The thought made him feel a bit nauseous.
Just as Matt was about to attack again, he heard Peter exclaim in surprise.
"You missed?"
This time, Matt was surprised.
Peter's voice sounded incredibly young. While ordinary people might not notice, Matt could easily tell that the owner of the voice was just a kid.
Then, he felt a pang of pity.
"In a place like Hell's Kitchen, even kids like you are involved in crime."
Peter blinked.
What, I'm a criminal now?
"Wait, wait, I think there might be a misunderstanding between us," he said, waving his hands. "I'm not a criminal, I'm Spider-Man!"
"Spider-Man?"
Matt had been too busy lately to pay much attention to online news, so he hadn't heard of Spider-Man. However, the name clearly sounded similar to Iron Man.
He had evidently mistaken Spider-Man for a chuunibyou teenager imitating Iron Man and fantasizing about saving the world.
"Hell's Kitchen isn't a place for brash young men like you," Matt said coldly, retracting his staff.
In reality, Peter's strength far surpassed Matt's, but in Matt's eyes, a child was still a child and shouldn't bear the heavy responsibility of fighting crime in a place like Hell's Kitchen.
"Go home, kid."
Peter naturally wouldn't listen.
He was actually a bit stubborn.
If he was timid before he got superpowers, that was one thing, but if he remained timid even with them, what was the point of having them?
With that thought, he ignored Matt and swung his webs, charging towards the group of armed gang members.
"Wait!"
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