Chapter 60 - Money? (1/2)

Peter returned to his new room as he grabbed a towel and made his way to the shower. Stepping in and taking a quick 5 minute shower, he stepped out and walked over to the mirror. Looking at himself he couldn't help but compare his looks to just 3 days ago.

Gone was the long hair, the start of some stubble had been trimmed, bringing back his clean shaven face, and the gaunt cheek bones and eyes had started to fill out. Eating more food in the last 2 days than he had over the entire 2 week he almost felt like a new man.

But looking at the eyes that stared back at him, he knew he was still there, the him that had spent over a year on the streets. Shaking his head and rubbing his hair off he made it back to his room, slapping on some of the only clothes he had left and walked towards the TV, he was lost in thought.

He had thought about it a lot in the last few days and was finally, truly ready, to start a new life. He had a nice place to live…Good Company. The image of Felicia appeared in his mind. And it was time to turn his life around.

And to start that he had forgone his daily patrol and was planning all the things he needed to buy. It had just been the day before when it was decided that he needed a new phone, clothes and other necessities.

But that had brought up his first problem, money. He was flat broke, he couldn't afford to buy anything he needed especially the bare essentials. He didn't even consider asking Felicia for money, he still had reservations about imposing on her so much. And with that problem had come an answer so out of the blue that he had to take a day to think it over before he finally made his way over o the TV in front of him.

Walking up to the static filled screen Peter sat down slowly, a frown on his lips. He still remembered Crystal's words as he started to fret over the problem the day before. ”Don't worry Peter, you have enough Money.” Crystal was going to explain what she meant right then and there, but Peter had stopped her. He had a small inkling of what she meant, and it had taken him the whole day to come to terms with what he might learn.

Letting out a small sigh he spoke to the blank TV. ”Crystal, what have you done?” His voice was a little heavier than usual, the strong moral compass that had been instilled in him by his aunt and Uncle, knowing that whatever he was about to hear wasn't legal in any sort.

The TV blinked for a second before finally a picture of a middle aged white man appeared on the screen. Looking overweight and wearing a white suit and shirt, Peter instantly knew who it was. ”The King Pin?” Crystal's voice now spoke up.

”Yes Peter, Wilson Fisk, one of the richest men in the city. As well as the crime lord of the underground.” Peter's mind thought of the man he had run into a few times, the few times they had fought surprisingly he could hold his own.

He was a ruthless business man that cared for nearly nothing but money and results. As his mind started to connect the dots between him and her previous statement, his eyebrows raised. ”You didn't.” ”Sorry Peter I did.”

Peter let out another sigh, even though there was a chuckle trying to force its way out. ”Tell me everything.” Peter couldn't see it, but he imagined that Crystal had just nodded and possible bowed her body at the request.