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..The first Daredevil’s gotten hurt before, but he’s been alright..Look, I have to do this, and I’m not dumb, I know the risks..
... Just this once.
What, you work in finance?
Not investments.
[She decides leaning was too much effort, picking up to fly and float in the area instead. The guys hearing she held back and talked to Moon Knight? Might get her some reactions. Was that Speed Demon’s ‘pew’ she just heard? Whatever. She sipped at her drink, beating wings keeping her a foot off the ground, but her pose was still casual.]
Just saying. Everyone does this for some cause. Finding it’s the real trick.
You're telling me everyone does something for some reason? Eloquently put.
Ah, I see. That’s me and New York at the moment actually.
Why do you say that?
"So you’re not just a psychopath. You’re an imbecile as well.”
I'm neither.
What? No, I won’t! —well, I haven’t patrolled by myself really, but look, Daredevil chose me for this…I can’t just sit around.
I mean it, you'll get hurt.
Yeah, but I’m hard-pressed to think of any grown men I know who go running around wearing their bedsheets.
They're vestments.
"You’re not the one to make that call, maniac. I’m a hero.”
You can't kill and be a hero. You have to pick one.
[ Natasha walked over to her liquor cabinet, where she pulled out bottle of bourbon. She grabbed two tumblers from the tray and poured equal amounts in each before heading back over to Marc. ]
There.
Thanks.
( after a quick nod, he finds himself tilting the glass backwards and the drink into his mouth. he lets it roll across his tongue for a good few seconds before swallowing. he makes a face, although it's somewhat subtle. he hasn't drunken in a while. it disorients, something he has to avoid, usually. )
You’ll see! Just wait ‘til you meet him.
I don't think I want to.
Is my name.
I know. I got that.
I—
I’m sorry to hear that. Where’s the kid now? Someone’s helping him, right?
( he grows quiet. )
No.
I was.
You aren't.
"And what if I am?”
Then you need to be apprehended.
You mean talking to yourself?
One of the first signs of madness, that.
Everyone thinks out loud sometimes. It's nothing.