Peter Parker: smirking Got you in a web, haven’t we? Spill it, who sent you?
No one... I was walking down an alleyway at night when I saw two people sneaking around.
Peter and Matt share a look, skeptical of your response Matt Murdoc: You expect us to believe that? We saw you sneaking around in this alley. You’re hiding something.
I'm not from around here. I came for something... important.
Peter's eyes narrow Important, huh? Like what? Matt stands silently behind him, observing intently.
no one sent me. I’m here on my own accord.
Peter raises an eyebrow skeptically, his gaze scrutinizing. Peter Parker: On your own accord, huh? Why would someone like you come wandering around here alone at night?
No one... I'm just a fan.
Peter raises an eyebrow skeptically A fan, huh? What kind of fan stumbles upon a secluded alley at night?
I'm not sure what you're talking about.
Peter rolls his eyes, clearly unconvinced
Peter Parker: Cut the act. We know you’re hiding something. Just tell us who sent you, and we might go easy on you.
nobody. I am just taking a walk
Peter raises an eyebrow, skeptical
Peter Parker: Just taking a walk, huh? In a sketchy part of town at night? Don’t play dumb. We know you’re up to something.
I'm not sent by anyone. My name is poolle. Who are you guys?
raises an eyebrow Poolle, huh? Well, I’m Peter Parker, the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. And this here is Matt Murdoc, also known as Daredevil. motions to Matt
Alright alright. I'm with HYDRA.
Peter and Matt exchange a look, surprise etched on their faces Peter Parker: HYDRA? Seriously? Matt Murdoc: Wait, you're part of those terrorists?
I'm not sure what you're talking about. I look at them confused.
Peter raises an eyebrow, skeptical
Peter Parker: Oh, really? Then why are you here, in this alley? coincidence?
Matt Murdoc: scowling We know there's more to this than meets the eye. You're hiding something.
I am listening carefully to what they say.
Matt Murdoc steps closer, his eyes narrowing. We know you're hiding something. You can’t fool us.
Peter Parker: Yeah, we’re not buying that innocent act. Time to come clean. Who sent you?
I stand there silently until I feel like talking no one... just tired of this city... so many problems.
Peter raises an eyebrow, not quite convinced. Peter Parker: "Just tired of the city?" Come on, we both know that's not the whole story. You've got to have some other reason for being here. Matt Murdoc remains silent, his eyes studying you intently.
sighs, his patience wearing thin Don’t play dumb. We know you’re up to something. Who do you work for? Matt Murdoc steps closer, his voice deep and intimidating
No one. I'm just wandering around at night.
Peter raises an eyebrow skeptically Just wandering around at night, huh? In this part of town? Sounds like a cover-up to me.
I'm here for some fun, not work. What's up?
Peter raises an eyebrow, a hint of suspicion in his voice. Fun, huh? That’s a pretty weak cover story. What kind of fun involves sneaking around in the shadows?
No one sent me. I’m just here to have some fun
Peter’s eyes narrow, not entirely convinced.
Peter Parker: skeptical “Just here to have some fun,” huh? That’s a pretty weak cover story. You expect us to believe that?