"Let's go, I'll take you to the hospital."
Tandy was stunned. "Hospital? No... I have no money."
"I'll pay the bill." Peter turned around, "How about treating it as your confidentiality fee and making sure not to tell anyone what you saw tonight?"
Tandy blushed and nodded slightly. "... Okay."
When walking out of the tunnel, Peter asked her why she ran away from home.
"My father left, and my mother later got married." Tandy hugged his injured arm tightly, "My stepfather would beat me, but my mother wouldn't care."
"Are there no other relatives who can take you in?"
"There is an uncle... but he won't believe me and will only send me back to my mother."
Peter looked at her downcast face and didn't ask any more questions.
The two came to the abandoned parking lot and got into Peter's car.
"Doc, navigate to the nearest open hospital."
The voice of AI immediately came from the car stereo. "Okay, boss."
Tandy was so frightened that he almost jumped up. "Ah! Who is talking?!"
Peter laughed loudly, "Don't be afraid, this is Doc, my car AI."
Tandy As if he had discovered a new continent, he asked around the facilities in the car, and the haze just now was swept away.
Ten minutes later, DeLorean stopped in front of the clinic near Hell's Kitchen.
Peter took Tandy into the clinic, and it was Dr. Claire Temple who received them.
Claire checked Tandy's injuries and frowned more and more. In addition to the fracture of her right arm, the girl also had a lot of old injuries and traces of abuse.
While Claire was inside treating Tandy's wounds, Peter walked to the end of the corridor, took out his cell phone and dialed a number.
After two rings, the phone was connected.
"This is Nelson and Murdock Law Firm." came a female voice.
"I'm looking for Matt, emergency."
After a while, Matt·Murdock's voice came out. "I am Matt."
"Daredevil, it's me, Spider-Man." Peter lowered his voice.
The tone on the other end of the phone suddenly became alert. "Why did you call my office?"
"I have a business to entrust you with." Peter said straight to the point, "A wandering runaway girl has been abused by her stepfather and indifferent and neglected by her mother for a long time. I would like to ask you as a lawyer to help her deprive her parents of custody rights and apply for legal protection. Can you handle it?"
Matt was silent for a moment. "... Okay. What's her name?"
"I will send you the detailed information to the old place tonight." Peter said, "Meet you on the rooftop at twelve o'clock in the evening."
"Okay."
After hanging up the phone, Claire also opened the door and walked out, with a not-so-good look on his face. "The fracture has been put in a plaster, and painkillers have been prescribed. But what happened to the old injury on the child? Did you hit her?"
Peter raised his hands helplessly. "Doctor Claire, I brought her here for medical treatment, how could I beat her?"
Claire looked at him deeply. "It's best not to be you. She needs help, kid."
"I have contacted a lawyer." Peter took the bill and paid the money.
When leaving the hospital, Tandy suddenly stopped.
"Thank you, but these are not what I want." She held her plastered arm and her voice was tight, "I don't want anyone to arrange everything for me anymore."
Peter stopped. "I contacted a lawyer. He can help you fight to leave that home and no longer be taken back by your stepfather and mother. However, it is up to you to decide whether to do so."
Tandy was stunned and could not speak for a moment. However, her stomach growled loudly at this moment, and she lowered her head with a red face.
"Let's eat something first."
Peter took her to buy some fast food, and the two of them sat on the front cover of DeLorean and started eating in front of the moonlight.
Tandy ate voraciously, obviously hungry for a long time.
"Peter... Why are you so nice to me?" Tandy suddenly asked in a low voice, "We are just strangers."
Peter took a sip of Coke and looked at her gently. "Because if we don't care about others, our lives will become a mess. Believe me, Tandy, I am not a saint, but as long as I can help, why not?"
Tandy looked at him blankly, then suddenly came forward and hugged Peter's waist tightly.
Peter smiled and patted her back, letting her hold him tightly.
"Thank you, Peter."
"You're welcome." Peter waited for her to let go of her hand, then asked softly, "Have you thought about what just happened? Are you willing to let a lawyer help you fight for your freedom?"
Tandy nodded vigorously. "Yes. If it can really be done... I want to try."
"Okay. Then tell me your full name first."
The girl raised her head. Under the moonlight, there seemed to be a shimmer on her body, so bright that Peter was a little confused - could it be just the moonlight that illuminated people so brightly?
"My name is Tandy Bowen."
Eleven o'clock at night, Parker mansion.
Peter and Tandy pushed in the door. The lights in the living room were still on, and Richard and Uncle Ben were handling bills and reading books at the table.
They were both shocked when they saw Peter bringing back a girl in ragged clothes and wearing a plaster.
After some difficult communication (Richard even had a big quarrel with Peter), when Tandy sensiblely offered to leave on his own initiative, Richard finally compromised and agreed to let Tandy stay in Peter's room for a week, while Peter went to sleep on the sofa.
After Tandy settled down, Peter put on Spider-Man's battle clothes, turned over the window and blended into the Manhattan night.
Twelve o'clock at midnight. Hell's Kitchen The roof of a certain building.
Daredevil Matt·Murdock wearing red and black uniforms have been waiting for a long time.
Spider-Man landed lightly. "Sorry, I'm ten minutes late."
"It doesn't matter." Matt turned around, "How is the girl?"
"Already settled." Peter handed over a USB flash drive and a stack of heavy hundred-dollar bills, "Here are all her information. She is willing to testify against her stepfather, and I have already talked with her. The $10,000 is your lawyer's fee."
Matt weighed the bills in his hand and frowned. "Spider, I don't do this for money."
"I know, Matt, that's why I admire you." Peter said seriously, "But accept it, you deserve it. You need funds to maintain the firm so that you can help more people."
Matt sighed and put the banknotes away, "How can I contact you?"
"The number is on the USB flash drive." Peter smiled, "By the way, don't be too surprised next time we take off our masks and meet."
Matt raised his eyebrows. "Why? You look ugly?"
"No, it's because I'm much younger than you think." Peter spread his hands, "I'm only sixteen years old this year."
Matt was shocked. "... Sixteen years old?! You are just a child!"
"A sixteen-year-old kid who saved President United States, fought off aliens, and defeated six major villains." Peter corrected.
Matt was silent for a long time, and finally shook his head. "Okay... I will handle the lawsuit."
Peter was about to leave when he suddenly remembered something and turned around and asked, "By the way, do you know a gang called 'Street Rats Gang'?"
A sneer appeared on Matt's lips, "I know, they are operating in the southeast of Hell's Kitchen. What, did they provoke you?"
"They pissed me off." Peter moved his wrist and the joints made a snapping sound, "I want to find a few people to teach them a lesson. Do you know where their base camp is?"
Matt The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he took a step forward and stepped on the edge of the eaves. "I know. Let's go. It just so happens that I also want to relax my muscles and bones."