I like to think of them as OUR arrows

Gathering her things and getting out, she circled the car and joined Matt again, offering an arm for him to lean into her. Truth is, her leg was killing her so much even after that break, that she needed to lean into him just as much.

She felt horrible for making that suggestion. It was like she was pushing Matt into going further down that slope. Betraying a woman who had been nothing but kind to her and that, even if things were rocky at the moment, she still made her friend happy. Heather had helped Matt through one of the hardest years in his life, hadn't she?

Shit, there's probably a special hole for people like her in hell or something. She's just glad that she didn't follow up on the catholic upbringing like Matt did.

Frank Castle's little hideout was definitely something else. Packed with guns and equipment, something that shouldn't be surprising but still shocked Kate as she saw it. She could't help the little whistle of appreciation that escaped her lips as she took the place in. "This is like an actual secret lair."

Even though Lucky had been following Frank around, the mutt was now stopping every few steps, clearly impressed by the several different scents the place had to offer. "I'd kill for some coffe," Kate practically groaned, surprised by how much she suddenly craved the caffeine. Karen, with her arms folded, snorted and shook her head, politely declining the offer.

Kate was so distracted by everything that was going on that she didn't quite understand what Matt meant when he first stopped her. "Oh! It's fine, don't worry." Even though her eye was now a shade that matched her uniform and clearly radiating a warmth he wouldn't miss.

However, even if she could only see half of Matt's face, she knew that look. "Honestly, I'm okay." But, following his request, she took his hand and guide it to her forehead, trying not to visibly wince as his gloved hand touched the wound. Even if her eyebrow concealed it, it was clear that she needed stitches.