( matt's place was the first he checked after getting back in, taking a shower, and dressing down. but it was empty, and when bucky checked the chest, it was empty, too. unsurprising. even if matt weren't hard set on stopping crime in hell's kitchen, bucky knew his absence tended to give matt an itch to be doing more, even just to keep his mind off of things, to keep from entertaining the worst.
tracking him took a bit longer than anticipated, but with the serum's speed, he still made quick work of it. it was instead to his dismay that matt seemed to be struggling, stumbling on his feet with his back toward a wall as his attacker, some youthful gang type, came at him again with his modded bat. it was hard to tell what damage he might have already suffered either from this encounter or an earlier one, but knowing murdock, there was certainly something amiss about the way he held himself upright.
the soldier's pulse immediately spiked with realization, adrenaline prepping the charge in as he sprinted forward to block the strike. throwing out the vibranium arm to catch it, the wood instead splintered against the force thrown against it with a hollow crunch, and the punk's grasp was thrown back as the handle lost all the weight that had stabilized the swing.
with a curse, the bat was thrown at his face, a newly adapted weapon, but it didn't meet, a quick step to the side a simple enough task. with a scoff, bucky couldn't help but remark. )
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tracking him took a bit longer than anticipated, but with the serum's speed, he still made quick work of it. it was instead to his dismay that matt seemed to be struggling, stumbling on his feet with his back toward a wall as his attacker, some youthful gang type, came at him again with his modded bat. it was hard to tell what damage he might have already suffered either from this encounter or an earlier one, but knowing murdock, there was certainly something amiss about the way he held himself upright.
the soldier's pulse immediately spiked with realization, adrenaline prepping the charge in as he sprinted forward to block the strike. throwing out the vibranium arm to catch it, the wood instead splintered against the force thrown against it with a hollow crunch, and the punk's grasp was thrown back as the handle lost all the weight that had stabilized the swing.
with a curse, the bat was thrown at his face, a newly adapted weapon, but it didn't meet, a quick step to the side a simple enough task. with a scoff, bucky couldn't help but remark. )
You really need to work on your aim, kid.