Feeling his chin her hand, Frank gave a small nod and smirk. "I got this shit on lock, Ace. I'll call you when I'm done." When he'd cleared the task force, maybe. As he was plotting to go over Bullseye. After all, that man was miliary too, wasn't he? Former, at least. Also former FBI. Off the grid, black ops, the world is on fire and you've got hell on your back soldiers.
Frank knew Bullseye. He knew him in a way that Matt couldn't. This wasn't about a city, or heroics.
This was putting a former Brother, a rabid dog, down.
Frank clasped Karen's hand and gave it a squeeze. 'I got this. I got you.' He didn't say it. He just meant it. He leaned forward, tapped her forehead to his. Then he stood up, and he went to make coffee.
It wasn't long before the brew, too bitter and astringent for Matt's taste, filled the air.
He cleaned and fixed Kate's wound, putting a patch over it that he taped when done. "Your leg." So many injuries to go. So many people to help. Fuck. Alice? Fuck... Matt had most of his building on speed dial. He reached for his phone, it fell from his clumsy fingers. Fuck.
Lord, was it ego to have brought them back? Was it blood money to have kept them contained, fought to a standstill, in one location?
"Alice watched out for me..."
His tone was soft, just for Kate. A friend they shared. That addled, paranoid, influencer who was so kind to leave treats out for Lucky, to help Kate without question when she needed to get into Matt's apartment. That kind kid in grad school, hundreds of thousands in debt, who hid behind a mass of matted hair and was stronger than she looked.
That girl who had been abused, frightened, who felt safe inside thanks to Daredevil and who had hoped for a future beyond it thanks to Kate, because of her savvy online skills.
He looked at Kate, not with his eyes, but his heart.
Ping.
Ping.
Ping.
Shots in the dark.
Messages beyond the rumors.
Peter was out there, with his Spider channel.
Ping.
Ping.
Bishop security was receiving messages, on a level that was too deep for any tax bureau to detect.
Ping.
Ping.
Ping.
It was so small. It was so minimal. But Kate and Matt get a message from Alice.
'At Sam's Deli. Tell me you're okay. I got everyone here I could gathered, but I can't hold them for long.
I heard that bomb.
I got everyone out I could.
I told them we're taking back the night.'
Matt sent back a message. Of direction. Of hope. He didn't even know what it meant just yet, it was a blind shot in the dark that he hoped Kate would confirm, or correct as needed.
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Frank knew Bullseye. He knew him in a way that Matt couldn't. This wasn't about a city, or heroics.
This was putting a former Brother, a rabid dog, down.
Frank clasped Karen's hand and gave it a squeeze. 'I got this. I got you.' He didn't say it. He just meant it. He leaned forward, tapped her forehead to his. Then he stood up, and he went to make coffee.
It wasn't long before the brew, too bitter and astringent for Matt's taste, filled the air.
He cleaned and fixed Kate's wound, putting a patch over it that he taped when done. "Your leg." So many injuries to go. So many people to help. Fuck. Alice? Fuck... Matt had most of his building on speed dial. He reached for his phone, it fell from his clumsy fingers. Fuck.
Lord, was it ego to have brought them back? Was it blood money to have kept them contained, fought to a standstill, in one location?
"Alice watched out for me..."
His tone was soft, just for Kate. A friend they shared. That addled, paranoid, influencer who was so kind to leave treats out for Lucky, to help Kate without question when she needed to get into Matt's apartment. That kind kid in grad school, hundreds of thousands in debt, who hid behind a mass of matted hair and was stronger than she looked.
That girl who had been abused, frightened, who felt safe inside thanks to Daredevil and who had hoped for a future beyond it thanks to Kate, because of her savvy online skills.
He looked at Kate, not with his eyes, but his heart.
Ping.
Ping.
Ping.
Shots in the dark.
Messages beyond the rumors.
Peter was out there, with his Spider channel.
Ping.
Ping.
Bishop security was receiving messages, on a level that was too deep for any tax bureau to detect.
Ping.
Ping.
Ping.
It was so small. It was so minimal. But Kate and Matt get a message from Alice.
'At Sam's Deli. Tell me you're okay. I got everyone here I could gathered, but I can't hold them for long.
I heard that bomb.
I got everyone out I could.
I told them we're taking back the night.'
Matt sent back a message. Of direction. Of hope. He didn't even know what it meant just yet, it was a blind shot in the dark that he hoped Kate would confirm, or correct as needed.
'Head to Josie's.'