I like to think of them as OUR arrows

It was a perplexing few hours that passed. Time that didn't stall but also didn't feel entirely real, because of the anticipation for what was to come. Matt and Kate spent the first part of the morning cuddling and kissing, until the coffee pot emptied and the torta in the oven was eaten. The pets also get to share in the food, as much as Matt limited them due to the sodium in the seasoning.

The afternoon slid by with them each focused on their respective priorities. Matt did some legal work, and they both had angles into various charities. He also checked in with various people in the growing anti-Fisk force, though he didn't plan on going out that evening. They had point people to take that place. Plans that were drawn and gone over obsessively. Matt very seriously took heading up an army, even if he often felt like he had no idea what he was doing. A battle forged on both sides. All sides.

He wasn't alone, yet he felt the burden of keeping everyone alive.

It was in the late evening when they both came together again. Matt flopped on the sofa, feeling Lucky nose at his hand. He gently rubbed it. Kate and the kittens were working out in front of him, adding extra weight to her back. He gave a small, tired smile. "I'll walk Lucky. In a minute."