[Matt didn't take quiet well. Mostly because it was never quiet for him. The sounds around him always beat down through whatever he did to quiet them unless he was distracted by something closer. Work was done and that left him with nothing but his thoughts.
He had better use of himself than quiet time alone with his demons. Why not let that devil out on people that deserved it?
For most of the night, he'd been fine. He usually was. But there'd been a woman walking by with an infant, the shock of her understand what was happening and the cry of the child surprising him. It surprised who he was fighting as well, and as one of them turned to respond to her, Matt put himself in a tenuous situation to distract them. Which had led to a hit to the back of his head, one that made him glad that he'd come across Melvin, knowing that without the helmet, he'd be in trouble.
After that, he'd been thrown off his game a bit, the headshot messing with his ability to hone in properly, which is how a knife had gone in under his guard and sliced at his calf. The material had mostly stood up, but there was enough of a tear that some of it got through and he'd have to take the suit in for Melvin to touch up later. Dammit.
He was already chastising himself, confused and trying to get himself to get his head in the game instead of thinking of what to do afterward. He was assuming it was that confusion that had him hearing a heartbeat and scenting a metallic scent he knew that shouldn't be there, but that voice cleared it up. So. Someone was back in town early.
Relief flitted over him, the relief of him being back in one piece and of knowing that headshot or not, he'd be making it home whether he wanted to or not now that a certain annoyed super soldier was making the little shits in front of him piss themselves. They knew Daredevil, but they also knew Bucky. That kind of celebrity gave him weight, and the bat all but splintering to nothing on his arm gave credence to a lot of what they heard about him. Matt straightened and moved to come up behind him, attempting to look as menacing as someone who was two inches taller than him.]
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He had better use of himself than quiet time alone with his demons. Why not let that devil out on people that deserved it?
For most of the night, he'd been fine. He usually was. But there'd been a woman walking by with an infant, the shock of her understand what was happening and the cry of the child surprising him. It surprised who he was fighting as well, and as one of them turned to respond to her, Matt put himself in a tenuous situation to distract them. Which had led to a hit to the back of his head, one that made him glad that he'd come across Melvin, knowing that without the helmet, he'd be in trouble.
After that, he'd been thrown off his game a bit, the headshot messing with his ability to hone in properly, which is how a knife had gone in under his guard and sliced at his calf. The material had mostly stood up, but there was enough of a tear that some of it got through and he'd have to take the suit in for Melvin to touch up later. Dammit.
He was already chastising himself, confused and trying to get himself to get his head in the game instead of thinking of what to do afterward. He was assuming it was that confusion that had him hearing a heartbeat and scenting a metallic scent he knew that shouldn't be there, but that voice cleared it up. So. Someone was back in town early.
Relief flitted over him, the relief of him being back in one piece and of knowing that headshot or not, he'd be making it home whether he wanted to or not now that a certain annoyed super soldier was making the little shits in front of him piss themselves. They knew Daredevil, but they also knew Bucky. That kind of celebrity gave him weight, and the bat all but splintering to nothing on his arm gave credence to a lot of what they heard about him. Matt straightened and moved to come up behind him, attempting to look as menacing as someone who was two inches taller than him.]
Pretty sure that's not all they need to work on.