This last year has felt surreal. After what happened to Foggy, it was as if hope was drained out of their lives. Kate had continued going out there, expecting that a world that proved to be so unjust would only encourage Daredevil to hit back even harder. Hoping that fighting crime would bring a little more sense to how the world had disappointed her.
But Matt was nowhere to be seen. The job became what it had once been, something that Kate did alone, feeling a little lost despite of how much she'd learned by Clint's and Matt's side. Feeling like a child that needs guidance. Excelling at sports is always so much easier when you have a coach.
She felt drained herself and started taking some nights off. Nights of something close to good sleep. Sometimes just bingewatching things and cuddling her dog. Fighting to get out of bed in the mornings and finding herself able to do so around noon.
It's not a luxury you can have, being depressed over the death of a friend and the loss of another one while keeping up with a vigilante's lifestyle. Kate started pushing the pain aside, little by little got back into her own rythm. Things got so much easier when she and Matt reconnected. Even though Wilson Fisk was making their life a living hell.
"You think I'd take a bullet for Fisk?" Even though she huffs out a quiet, humorless laugh, she leaves it at that and doesn't argue. Kate second-guesses herself, wishing she could be the person Matt sees with his heart and not who she feels she really is.
It's hard not to be aware of her heartbeat, of how unfair it is that he can see through people by hearing that. Can she still it? Can she quiet it down? Perhaps she should try meditation like he's suggested. It's hard to think straight or focus on taking full control of her body when she's so focused on the realization that she's never felt his fingers on her face before.
It's selfish, the way she moves his hand down until his fingers are on his cheek.
"I'm never dancing with you again if this is how you plan to end the night."
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But Matt was nowhere to be seen. The job became what it had once been, something that Kate did alone, feeling a little lost despite of how much she'd learned by Clint's and Matt's side. Feeling like a child that needs guidance. Excelling at sports is always so much easier when you have a coach.
She felt drained herself and started taking some nights off. Nights of something close to good sleep. Sometimes just bingewatching things and cuddling her dog. Fighting to get out of bed in the mornings and finding herself able to do so around noon.
It's not a luxury you can have, being depressed over the death of a friend and the loss of another one while keeping up with a vigilante's lifestyle. Kate started pushing the pain aside, little by little got back into her own rythm. Things got so much easier when she and Matt reconnected. Even though Wilson Fisk was making their life a living hell.
"You think I'd take a bullet for Fisk?" Even though she huffs out a quiet, humorless laugh, she leaves it at that and doesn't argue. Kate second-guesses herself, wishing she could be the person Matt sees with his heart and not who she feels she really is.
It's hard not to be aware of her heartbeat, of how unfair it is that he can see through people by hearing that. Can she still it? Can she quiet it down? Perhaps she should try meditation like he's suggested. It's hard to think straight or focus on taking full control of her body when she's so focused on the realization that she's never felt his fingers on her face before.
It's selfish, the way she moves his hand down until his fingers are on his cheek.
"I'm never dancing with you again if this is how you plan to end the night."