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Post by webdevil on Aug 15, 2022 23:48:15 GMT -7
Ben hopped up as the Black Widow instructed into the ambulance and next to Foggy. Mary was seen next to the medic opposite being consoled as her "true" personality was presently, what was the term Ben thought, oh yeah, "fronting," Poor woman. He couldn't help but feel bad for her situation: All that power held deep inside someone who can never truly fit the pieces back together. He looked into her face covered in her hands, her sobs muffled by haggard as the pain she no doubt suffered from the fight racked her body. Wounds she barely knew how she got. Then his reverie was snapped when a hand reached up and gripped him by the wrist. Foggy had grabbed on as if trying to hold on to a rope. Damn, his grip was strong, Ben realized. The paramedic reached over to try and steady him again but Foggy was determined to get a look at Ben despite his concussed eyes popping. "Easy, Foggy. Just stay conscious, it's okay," said Ben instinctively, though he privately wondered how stupid he sounded. Foggy tried to speak but nothing that came out was particularly coherent. The ambulance began to move (Ben didn't realize the doors were closed), and they were on their way. He hoped the riot would quiet down or that they wouldn't be chased by the Devils, but his luck wasn't the greatest lately...
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Post by Ysmir on Aug 27, 2022 13:21:18 GMT -7
"But if we were fighting in a broom closet, that'd be fair, right?" Thwip! Thwip!Thwip Thwip! Thwip!THWIP!THUD!Spider-Man landed in a graceful roll on the roof of the building, popping up to see the Devil slumped against the skylight. The city was up in arms over what had been happening just a few blocks away; the webhead could still see the smoke and flashing lights decorating the night sky from here. He'd need to go intervene, help quell some of the violence, but there were other things to attend to before that. "Geez, Matt..." He crouched down by his ally's unconscious body, releasing a sigh. "Still never know when to call it quits, huh? Me neither, buddy."Peter slinked one arm over Daredevil's shoulders and one over his legs, lifting his fellow masked crimefighter with a push off his feet. "Upsy daisy!"It had been a while since he'd last been here (understatement of the century), but he still knew the old tricks. Nearby was a lumpy stone that Spidey brought his foot down on, and the action granted him entry through the skylight into the abode below. He ensured to secure Matt over his shoulder before hopping down, firing a web line upward that attached to the ceiling and allowed him to control the rate of his descent. When he touched down and detached the line, he wasted little time in bringing the injured Daredevil to his bedroom and laying him down gently onto his mattress. The wounds were pretty bad, but he'd seen worse; he applied a basic bandaging of web fluid to the more grievous ones, mostly to reduce the amount of work Matt would have to do to get the stains out... "Rest up, champ. You've earned it," he uttered, pushing himself to stand up and patting Matt on the leg. "Now where do you keep your pens..."Before Peter departed the brownstone to go do what he did best, the wallcrawler left the Devil a gift folded on his living room table, signed, "Your Friendly Neighborhood You-know-what".
"You can't justify murder by masking it with a cause." "Van," he answered affirmatively, climbing in with Ben and Foggy. "Sky would draw too much attention, and I don't feel comfortable letting them out of our sight just yet. Sometimes, boots on the ground is the best way to go."Steve set the shield down next to him when he found his spot on the bench in the back of the wagon, and as soon as both doors were closed, they were off. The police cordon would stop any of the Devils present from following them easily, and there were countless ambulances riding around New York City at all times; hopefully, they'd blend in with the rest. Nonetheless, the Captain sighed. All that violence and bloodshed, and for what? "So, I guess that brings me to my next question," he offered in the midst of a moment of silence, "just who the heck are those people? And why do they dress like Daredevil?"
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Post by Super Chick on Sept 16, 2022 12:26:50 GMT -7
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The Widow was unsurprised when Steve suggested they remain with the vehicle rather than fly, but her spacial perception told her this was going to be a tight fit. She was the last one inside the back of the van, motioning for the paramedic who had been caring for her patients to move so she could half sit, half squat beside her near the doors. She obliged but it was obvious that attending to either Mary or Foggy would be difficult at best. She noted with approval that Mary was cuffed to the gurney but the Widow didn't necessarily feel like that would do much if Typhoid returned to power. Thankfully, the other personalities that had taken residence in Mary's head were probably smart enough not to act out in such a small space with two Avengers even if the sedation wore off.
Probably.
Natasha let her attention move away from Mary and made it her duty to ensure the doors remained securely shut as the van pulled away. Its departure wasn't nearly as quick as she would have preferred, but the idiots mocking Daredevil were forcing many innocent pedestrians into the path of moving vehicles. The driver was wise to be cautious as he left the area. As the speed picked up, Steve asked the question that was bothering all of them. She knew something was brewing in Hell's Kitchen. SHIELD's tip had been one of a growing number of "Daredevil groupies" appearing in his area, but she didn't pursue the lead. She'd left it for others in the organization assuming, based on the rumors, that it was nothing more than fandom. This was wholly different.
"I don't know," Natasha replied honestly. "Yet." She paused and ran the events through her head before continuing. "If I had to guess, I'd say someone is riling up the locals to perform their own kind of street justice. Likely, it's an enemy of the Devil's since they're wearing masks that look like him - mocking his way of doing things." She looked at Steve. "Daredevil is never going to use a gun, but a lot of them were packing. So, this isn't fandom gone off the rails."
Her eyes flicked to Foggy who lay more unconscious than alert, so they moved up to Urich. "You're a journalist. What's the word on the street about these guys?"
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Post by webdevil on Sept 28, 2022 21:55:30 GMT -7
Ben sighed and explained as best he could, breaking up only to assist the nurse in keeping Foggy steady and conscious.
"From what I've been able to gleam, though much of this early stuff is rumor and nothing concrete comes along til about a few weeks ago, it goes like this: After Hellzone when you all saved the city and it got rebuilt, many on social media one-by-one began seeing their lawsuits against SHIELD, the Mayor's office, Tony Stark, you name it, all began being denied even being heard by judges and very few of them had the life savings to afford one lawsuit let alone appeals. Even Nelson and Murdock have had a tough time getting some of the cases to stay in court due to "mootness" given how everything has returned to normal," began Ben, though he had to pause as Foggy heard his name get mentioned which made him stir. After calming Foggy down, he continued.
"So, naturally, social media was at a fever pitch especially local. Then a few weeks ago, Russians were hit at the same time as the criminal Jigsaw was caught setting fires to one of his many rivals in the crime trade. Figuring it was Jigsaw, the Russians came to investigate and nearly took Daredevil with them. Frank Castle got involved at this from what I hear and Jigsaw was taken into custody. Then, strangely, a gang of people in Daredevil costumes broke through the police line and took out not only the Russians, but absconded with Jigsaw!"
He paused again to draw breath and allow the two heroes to put some of the puzzle (heh, he thought for a moment) together before continuing.
"Hours later, Russians were found dead several blocks away and Jigsaw himself near death and both of his legs completely in traction. Then days later I found myself caught in a riot at RandCorp where these Devils declared themselves responsible for burning down a homeless sheltered sponsored by RandCorp. Why RandCorp? If the Twitter feeds are to believed, it's because of RandCorp's Mutant Town project and its connections... To Wilson Fisk,"
Ben Urich paused again.
"Wilson's practically a politician with all the judges and senators he owns. The Registration Act has been giving him big business because most of you guys now have to legally arrest his enemies so he can sweep in and take what's left. And sure enough: Fisk has been trying to reclaim all the real estate in Hell's Kitchen since Hellzone. Whether or not he is involved, it doesn't matter, you get how grassroots can get when they get an idea in their head. They don't trust money. You can wear a shield or an iron suit but if you got the budget, they instantly see you as being responsible for their poor living conditions,"
"But who strikes fear into Wilson Fisk? Not the Avengers. Not the X-Men. Not even Spider-Man. Hence, I suspect, the masks. That is probably why they cropped up tonight: Typhoid Mary has an extensive history with ol' Wilson. Didn't matter the ACTUAL Daredevil was there or not, they saw an opportunity for blood and took it," "
Foggy stirred and for the first time in a while, albeit completely disoriented, spoke.
"Angry or not - - No way - - everyone there - - is - - a protestor. Some - - had - - gear,"
Foggy had to lean back after this but he managed eye contact with Natasha thanks to her flaming red hair being a marker for him to focus on.
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Post by Ysmir on Oct 21, 2022 10:04:00 GMT -7
"You can't justify murder by masking it with a cause."
Steve's eyes were glued to the back tinted windows of the ambulance, which gave him a passable if somewhat narrow view of the road disappearing behind them while they gained ground. Soon, the panic and commotion they once occupied the center of was well in their rearview. He ran the events of the night through his mind; cameras, meant to catch them off guard, to paint them as the enemy; guns galore, paired with Molotov cocktails to incite distress and anarchy; and choice words, intended to rile their foes and provoke a reaction, a reaction which the Captain had wisely not given them. Clear-cut tactics used by terror groups to sway others to their side and manipulate the status quo. But there was definitely something underlining the passion with which they approached their objective, some deeper purpose that drove them forward. It was only a question of "What". Nat was as much in the dark as he was, but she turned her questioning to someone who did this stuff for a living. When he began to speak, Steve turned his attentions onto Ben. What he outlined was more than what Steve himself would have been able to put together without Ben's help, but it tracked. "Fighting vigilantism with vigilantism," Steve mused, tutting. "I guess when you put yourself behind a movement, you'll justify any action you take. That's the power of a personality. That being said, I don't buy for a second that this is one conglomerate working together to a common goal. There's got to be a figurehead pulling the strings from behind the scenes. That was chaos back there, but controlled chaos. They had a purpose and the means to carry it out. Your average disgruntled civilians don't rally together effectively like that on a whim."Then, Foggy roused from his unconscious state, if only briefly, and all but confirmed what the Captain had just observed. He'd noticed it, too; beyond pipe bombs, crowbars, and broken glass, some of the participants of tonight's festivities were packing real hardware, the kind your regular Joe didn't have easy access to. It was why he didn't drop his guard for even a brief moment. "So all of this looks to loop back to Fisk? I wish I could say I was surprised." Steve returned to gazing out the back window vigilantly, though nothing out of the ordinary was through it. They were, seemingly, safe for the time being. "If this really is all about protecting their homes, then I feel for them. But I can't shake this suspicion that they're being used for other means."
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Post by Super Chick on Jan 2, 2023 19:14:14 GMT -7
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Natasha listened to Ben Urich spin the tales as he had learned them from the street. She didn't have any qualms with any of his intel, though she despised the idea that the judicial system would be so unfair to the city's citizens. If she had learned anything from her lifetime career in international espionage it was that all nations succumb to the same temptations of power-mongering as all had done since the dawn of civilization. All began with lofty goals and all ended with greed for power. Such was the cycle, but it pained her to see the victims of injustice trampled by their government here so similarly to as had been done in her homeland. All she could do was listen and sigh internally knowing it was simply nothing new.
Foggy perked up enough to add his thoughts and Steve furthered the conversation, echoing her own thought process. "The innocent with a righteous cause is always used as pawns in a bigger game," she commented. Her eyes moved to meet Captain America's. "I'll have more SHIELD resources diverted to this," she continued. "Likely it is Fisk who is the financial backer of the well-outfitted rioters but Daredevil has many enemies. So, while Kingpin has more political clout he is unlikely a lone wolf here. He prefers using others as a shield to keep his own hands clean."
Her green eyes looked out the back window of the van. It paused to go through an intersection cautiously and Nat's mind wandered to Matthew. He was in bad shape the last time she saw him on that rooftop. The Widow intended to check on him once Mary was secure. Then, once she knew Matt was alright, Natasha would begin her own investigation into these mask-wearers. She knew she could unravel the mystery more quickly than SHIELD but she may require their assistance to put an end to this violence.
"This should also be on the Avenger's radar. We can't leave Hell's Kitchen to rebuild on their own. They need to see we don't just come to bring destruction int he name of justice, but also healing."
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Post by webdevil on Jan 22, 2023 2:48:56 GMT -7
Morning rose above Hell's Kitchen. Sirens. Smells both enticing and repulsive wafted in and out, and the pipes gurgling unsettlingly as they painted the impressionistic painting that greeted the senses of Matt Murdock. The second thing to greet his senses was a stiffness in his back that had accumulated overnight. He turned and realized he was underneath silk and springs. His bed. How did he get here? He shook his head, he was alive at least, and rolled into a sitting position. He was greeted by joints popping unpleasantly. Definitely stiff. It took a second before he realized he was coated in a sticky substance and felt his entire chest, parts of his arms, and a small section of his leg covered in residue that had seemed to decay hours ago but had successfully staunched the bleeding. He ripped a flaking piece off and snipped it. The chemical compound was familiar. He let the residue drop and got heavily to his feet. He felt weak but at least mobile. Good sign at least. He was going to need a shower. The wounds appeared to have either scabbed over or was so coagulated by the sticky stuff that if he wrapped it right, he'd be alright. He made it gingerly to his master bathroom and opened the shower door, stepped in, and began to wash. The sticky substance fell away with a proper scrub as did some more blood, but he felt it could have been much worse. After a quick rinse (he did not want to take any chances), he stepped out and went straight to the medicine cabinet. His hands fumbled as he tugged on the knob that was marked for bandages and pulled out the gauze. After applying new dressings and wrappings, he heard his phone going off in the living room. NATASHA! NATASHA! NATASHA!He made his way over to the living room and found the phone on the table next to a note that was not there last night. He picked up the phone with his left while running the super sensitive fingertips of his right across the note. He smiled. "Thanks, Pete," he said softly to himself. Feeling rather touched, he pushed the accept button and put the phone to his ear. "Checking to see if you needed to make funeral arrangements?" Matt asked dryly, answering Natasha.
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Post by Super Chick on Mar 19, 2023 15:18:08 GMT -7
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The night had been longer than Natasha would have preferred after seeing Mary and Ben off to the hospital safely, but the Widow knew she had been wrong when leaving Hell's Kitchen unobserved. She knew Mathew could handle it most of the time, but discovering the fake devil mobs and their obvious overgrowth slapped the spy in the face. She always had a soft spot in her heart for Matt and that was unlikely to change, but trusting that he could handle an entire area as crime-ridden as Hell's Kitchen on his own was foolish. Certainly, there had been more pressing matters in her mind, but her neglect to keep tabs on her blind spot was inexcusable. Nat set out to make up for that, and her lack of sleep that night proved worth it as she uncovered several items of interest. She would discuss them all with Steve and Tony, but not before she made a phone call.
Sliding from her seat, Natasha threw on her jacket and shoes and left the penthouse to go on a walk. The air would clear her head and wake her up, butter heart knew the reason for leaving Tony's place had less to do with that than getting some distance between herself and AI butlers and jealous fiancés. Once she was away from the property, Natasha placed her earpiece over her ear and tapped it. "Call Matthew."
The phone made contact with Matt's personal phone. She knew he had a ringer just for her because that was their relationship. Close friends. Confidants. Former lovers. Allies. Whatever they were, they were forever entwined. Natasha knew it as an incontrovertible fact but was also wise enough to know that whatever their label was, it was all they could ever be. She listened to it ring on her side and hoped she wasn't waking Matt from the slumber he obviously required after that beating he took. However, just because he always made it home after a fight didn't mean he did last night or that he wasn't in need of assistance.
"I'm a horrible friend," Nat mumbled to herself. She really should've checked in on him last night. What was she thinking?
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Post by webdevil on Mar 19, 2023 18:10:32 GMT -7
No matter the mumbling, no matter the phone, no matter whether or not she was walking in Manhattan, he still heard her. Matt couldn't help but let out a bark like chuckle and wondered if she realized he had picked up. "Horrible friends do not step in and fight their ex-girlfriends to the death after getting into a fight with said friend mere moments before," he said as he put Peter's card down and began to pace the length of his apartment, testing his balance and how severe his injuries actually were as he went. That and he needed a tea. "It's only a shame I wasn't able to help you any more with the Devils that followed in Mary's wake," he said. He tried coming up with a clever religious metaphor in his head in the brief pause, but one did not come despite the set up. But, he realized, even if one had? It would be lost on the Godless Soviet, as Natasha was prone to remind him with an extra thick Russian accent as if to drive the point home.
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Post by Super Chick on Mar 22, 2023 21:47:58 GMT -7
<----------------------> ~ <----------------------> Natasha heard Matt's barked laugh at her comment and her mental berating ceased. Certainly, he was injured beyond what a few band-aids would cure, but he'd made it to safety and survived the night. That was something.
"Well, if someone didn't keep falling for dangerous redheads...," she trailed off, leaving her sentence unfinished.
Matt mentioned the pack of Devils and Natasha's mental gears shifted. "Yes, the devils," she repeated. She was frustrated with Daredevil for not coming to her with his Hell's Kitchen problem. They were supposed to be friends, allies even, but Nat was quickly discovering how dysfunctional her former boyfriend had become.
"It's a shame that someone familiar with the growing mobs of pitchfork vigilantes hadn't reached out to me sooner. Perhaps they wouldn't have gained guns to fire at our friends if they had."
Her words may have sounded harsh, but Matt needed to understand he shouldn't be trying to cure Hell's Kitchen as its one and only savior. There was help to be had, but not he didn't reveal that a cancer was growing. He deserved to squirm a little, but Natasha threw him a bone to relieve any worry he may have felt from her comment.
"Foggy and Ben are fine, by the way."
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Post by webdevil on Apr 2, 2023 3:45:15 GMT -7
Matt raised an eyebrow. "In fairness, I was barely made aware of them a week ago, myself, and I've had... Other issues come up," he said defensively, wondering just how much Natasha knew about his recent doings in Hell's Kitchen concerning the Eel, the Maggia, and other Avengers adjacent concerns... A moment passed before Natasha replied. Matt audibly exhaled. "Thank you," he said. There were a few other things he could have said here, maybe a note that he would find an expense notice for flowers and a bar tab, maybe if she had managed to steal Spider-Man's chemical compound for his webbing so he could properly scrub it off him, but instead, he let himself be unconsciously guided onto his couch where he sunk with a noticeable groan of stiffness. He leaned back his head and put his feet up. "But all the same, you're right. One Daredevil in a quagmire of duplicates would make Where's Waldo blush, I'm sure," he said, letting the irony that a blind man knows who or what Where's Waldo even is click for a second before continuing. "And it shouldn't be up to Ben Urich sneaking off to Iron Fist for help when we're all in the crossfire. Mary might have been wrong place, right time, but... How would they know enough to coordinate a mob that quickly?" said Matt, a thought trailing off: Was Mary simply there by coincidence? She had worked for Fisk for years, but Fisk - and anyone connected to him - was a target. No, that seemed rather farfetched even for him. No, Mary was there for something else, he mentally concluded, but nevertheless, she served a reminder for him all the same.
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Post by Super Chick on Jun 10, 2023 14:24:30 GMT -7
<----------------------> ~ <----------------------> The devil took the bone and was grateful. Natasha knew he would be worried about their friends, but she wondered if he realized exactly how close of a call it had been for them. She mentioned they were shot at. Was Matthew so far up his own ass that he didn't catch that? Or was it that his friends coming under fire was the new norm, making her comment about their close call just another Tuesday afternoon? Natasha would have pursued it further if Matt had focused on Ben and Foggy. Instead, he segued with a Where's Waldo comment to focus back on the mobs. Typical use of humor to deflect.
Thus, Natasha did not pursue more discussion of Ben and Foggy or their near misses. Rather, she followed Daredevil's conversation back to the mob of mocking devil heads. He seemed surprised that they were mobilized so quickly. If this was not typical for the group, then it could have just been a coincidence. If it happened frequently that mobs of mask-wearing devils converged rapidly on breaking news in Hell's Kitchen, specifically Daredevil action, then whoever was organizing them was at least adequate with social media algorithms and technology - or had someone on their payroll who was. Natasha leaned more toward the latter because, like Matt, she knew who was his archnemesis in Hell's Kitchen, who had dreams of being its sole leader. Besides, she and Steve had already discussed it in the van.
That said, Natasha needed to know more before diving into the blame game. She had already begun her delve into all things "Devil Mob," quietly diverting more SHIELD resources into Hell's Kitchen investigations around the new group as well. However, she had to get Matt to talk about what he knew so she had better ideas of where to begin.
"That may or may not be relevant," she replied. "I knew you were in trouble because my tech's algorithms are set to pick on specific chatter. I found you and knew the location because someone was streaming it on the web." God knows you didn't call me. "Does your fan club show up that quickly all the time or is this a new development?"
She paused before asking more bluntly, "Exactly how long ago did this start?"
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Post by webdevil on Jun 13, 2023 4:18:34 GMT -7
Matt adjusted himself as he began to pace back and forth, feeling every nick and bruise that formed as he made every slight twitch with his body. "That was the second time they've shown up where I was dealing with a situation. The last one involved a standoff between Russian snipers, police, Jigsaw, and Frank Castle," he said, thinking back to the night Frank held a cop at gunpoint in front of him in order to cover his escape. He heard a pause on the other line, probably Natasha taking a mental note, he assumed. Matt pinched the bridge of his nose with his forefinger and thumb, feeling more of the nicks and bruises roil as he did so. He gripped a bit harder than necessary to dull the pain. "I've only known about it since last week. Ben's been covering them like I said last night, but I worried he was getting in too deep. And he would have had you not been there to bail him out. And as for whose doing this... The obvious answer is going to be having a chat with the Fat Man, but..."His thoughts trailed off. When he spoke again, it was more towards himself, though he made sure Natasha heard every word clearly for her to respond if she wished to. "If it was, why would he attack himself and his own reputation to do it? And why attack Mary? She was trusted by him as far as his trust goes..."
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Post by Super Chick on Jun 24, 2023 14:52:36 GMT -7
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Natasha felt herself jolt inwardly as Matthew mentioned Russian snipers. She was not aware of Russian operatives in the city currently, and it bothered her more than a little bit that she wasn't. If they were with the KGB, surely it would have hit her radar, but the mere fact that Natasha was unaware of these snipers cost her a minimal amount of sanity. Had she been too preoccupied with other things that she failed to catch their entrance? Or were they nothing more than hired guns with unfortunate accents? Natasha knew she would soon find out.
Matthew expressed that he had only known about the Devil Wannabes for a week. She supposed she could forgive him for his oversight of giving her this information provided he was telling the truth. Her own intuition told her that he was, though at times like these she wished for Matt's unnatural hearing to make lie detection easier. The Devil had the habit of hiding all of the truth from everyone, but the Widow only took offense when he kept things from her. They had history and she felt he should honor it with full confessions like those he gave to his priest. Sadly, Matt too often thought he could either protect her by keeping things from her or that he could solve every situation all by himself. Probably both. One of these days he was going to learn what she learned to leverage years ago: Sometimes it takes a village to solve a problem.
He voiced his query aloud and the Widow paused before speaking. Of course, Fisk was her first thought and she knew it would be Matt's as well, but she couldn't be certain without more facts. One thing she did know, however, was that Fisk would turn on anyone and everyone if he saw it could bring him gain. That included Mary. Hell, it included his own mother.
"Just because she was the claimed target doesn't mean she actually was," Natasha replied. "Whoever is organizing these people could have told them the target was Mary knowing that you could easily be caught in the crossfire. And," she paused to make her point, "whether or not you were, your reputation still gets sullied because these people are being perceived to be following your example. Idolizing you. Either way, it damages you."
The redhead looked around her as she walked down the sidewalk and remained alert, as was her habit. You can take the spy out of the game, but never the game out of the spy. "Whatever this is, I'll look into it. Just try to keep your head down for a few days and heal. I'll keep my eyes on the Kitchen until you recover." She knew he wasn't likely to listen, but knowing he had help may at least keep him from jumping at every sound that made him alert. "I'll even recruit some help if it will keep you sitting still an extra five minutes."
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Post by webdevil on Jul 1, 2023 23:58:15 GMT -7
Matt smiled and the smile made a sound. "Yes, Red," he said in a tone that was the tone Widow would recognize at once as the one where he was admitting defeat and submitting to her but in the sort of ultra smooth, flirtatious way that no matter what their relationship status would be - yesterday, today, or tomorrow - was always going to define the two of them and that loyalty that went into the unspoken. That was when his sense of smell picked up a familiar scent of incense, sweat, cedar, and cinnamon. The scent was down below at the street level outside his door. His Radar expanded and he felt a familiar body connecting to the doorbell trying to buzz in. "Dare I ask if you sent the person knocking at my door?" he asked. He got himself up and made his way gingerly down the stairs to the lower part of the brownstone. Thank goodness it was the weekend because as he was halfway down the steps he realized he was still wearing the pants of his costume and had to turn around to go get a bathrobe to at least cover himself.
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