A man sees in the world what he carries in his heart

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this just in, i cant hands for shit im sorry matt, i tried my best

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matt murdock is daredevil

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what that lawyer dude? nah i don’t think so, you know he’s blind?

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How you holding up?

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#oh shit i fucked up

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idea by @frankbillys

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See you around, Red      30/11/2018

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Let The Devil Out

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Hope can’t help feeling a glow of pleasure that his offer of breakfast is so well-received– but it isn’t as if either of them has eaten in something like fourteen or fifteen hours, unless Matt went to get something from the kitchen after he left Hope’s room last night. He takes another bite of his own in the meantime: the cheese is a little cooler and more solid now, the bits of meat not quite sizzling on his tongue, but he barely notices amidst the decadence of flavor and texture.

His self-satisfaction vanishes over the span of a few heartbeats, though. “I’m okay!“ he insists, wincing a little at the defensive note in his voice. He starts to push the coat back, but even as he does, guilt pangs in his chest at the plea in Daredevil’s voice. After a few moments’ hesitation, he begrudgingly takes it and tugs it on. It’s a little loose on Matt, thankfully, so it’s only slightly too tight in the shoulders. “I’ve been through worse, you don’t need to–” worry about me, he thinks, and feels his jaw clamp around the words. He shapes his mouth back into a sheepish smile, softening his tone back into playful argument again. “I promise I won’t freeze to death.”

“You know neither of those are actual arguments”, Matt says with a slight tone of defeat in his voice. He doesn’t push the actual point, that there’s nuance between ‘dead’ and ‘alive’, because he knows that Hope is at least aware of this to some degree, but a lifetime of indoctrination has still left its marks. And he did put on the jacket, even if was probably just to appease him.

He takes another bite of his croissant, now savoring the flavours and lets out a small yawn once he’s finished chewing. The last night wasn’t quite as restful as he’s wanted and he realizes he’s yearning for coffee or some other form of caffeine. Which is probably not whatever Hope had in mind, considering the vaguely festive decorations surrounding them. 

“So”, he says between bites, the smile returning to his face. “Did you have something in mind or did you just miss me?” 

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Hope laughs again. “I told you, I’m not picky. But I’m sure it’ll be fantastic.”

He has to consciously resist the urge to hurry them into the building, as excited as he is to sit down and eat. His stomach twists as he keeps his steady gait, pushing open the door with his free hand and holding it for Daredevil, as the smell of food washes over them, almost palpable. Still, he isn’t all lost; he notes a back door to the kitchen down a hallway with signs for bathrooms, and eight other souls amidst the dining room and bar. Nothing remarkable. He feels safe enough in letting his attention revert back to the subject at hand, without any real concern for a potential ambush.

Hope lets his arm slip away as they reach an empty table, circling it to pull out a chair and leaving Daredevil to sit opposite him. He slides the menu towards himself and scans over it quickly, hoping for any words he recognizes.

It’s… less helpful than he would like.

“Do you have any recommendations?” Hope asks, glancing up again. “I don’t really know what most of the menu means– it might be gibberish, but I’ve only had the food here,” a slight pause on the word to indicate Aldebaran, “so I wouldn’t know.”

Matt sits down after folding up his cane, trying to adjust to the atmosphere inside. The air inside feels slightly stale compared to the light breeze outside and the sizzle of meat combined with the smell coming from the kitchen is enough to distract him for a second until Hope addresses him. He turns to face Hope directly. 

“Usually that would be my line”, he teases with a grin. Despite that he reaches for a menu only to frown at it once he runs his fingers over the page. “Unless they have one in braille you’re going to have to tell me what’s on the menu...” he pauses, smelling the air for a second, trying to pick apart the different scents surrounding them. 

When he addresses Hope again he lowers his voice and leans towards Hope, closing at least some of the distance between them, partially because he doesn’t want the other patrons hear him talk and partially because... well. “They’re currently making beef in the kitchen and I think that bear in the corner is having venison - deer. They should have different cuts of meat? At least for the beef... strip loin is probably good, since they’re primarily grilling here.” 

The implication that Hope hasn’t had food before doesn’t pass Matt by, but he hesitates before letting his curiosity overcome him. “When you said you’ve only had the food here... what did you eat before?” 

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DareDevil and Foggy by Chris Samnee

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Daredevil’s shoulder is warm against his, and Hope is inexplicably breathless at the pressure of the touch. It feels… natural in a way that he can’t explain, despite the assumptions of only an hour ago, of the past few days he’s spent thinking that they might not even talk again. It would have been fine, he reminds himself. It’s just nice to be close to him again, after last time. That doesn’t mean so much, either.

“It took me a couple days to even make it to Crises, never mind start exploring, so I didn’t even know for a while. Happier days,” Hope jokes, while he tries to spot the building with Daredevil’s uncannily specific directions. “Yeah, I think I see it. ‘Redbelly’?“ He squints, although he knows his eyesight is perfect and he isn’t reading the sign wrong from this distance.

Hope guides them along to the other side of the street– not like there are any vehicles to worry about, at least– as they start approaching the restaurant. The smell of cooked meat is agonizing. “Force,” he mutters, more to himself than for Daredevil’s benefit. “That smells amazing.”

Matt can’t help a self-satisfied smile when Hope comments on the smell, even as he has to concentrate to not let it overwhelm him. “I’m glad you like it”, he says, doing his best to sound humble. “Let’s hope the flavours live up to it.” 

The way Hope uses ‘Force’, the way others might invoke a god gives Matt something to think as they enter the building, a rediscovered awareness of the fact that they are from completely different universes. For a moment he considers bringing it up now, but then decides to wait, at least until they’re sitting down.

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It doesn’t take Matt too long to arrive– less time than he expects, actually, since he wasn’t even sure if Matt was awake when he sent the text messages– but Hope can already feel the chill settling into his skin through the fabric of his sweater. He could have gone back, probably– he might have even run into Daredevil on the way– but he can admit to himself that he’s too stubborn for that. Besides, it’s kind of nice. There’s a pleasantness to experiencing cold as just a sensation, heightening the vividness of the overall experience of winter an holiday, rather than something life-threatening. It’s not like he’s going to freeze to death in the middle of town.

The grin that spreads across Daredevil’s face, dimpling his cheeks, makes Hope forget the cold for a few seconds.

Despite himself, he beams back as he watches Matt make his way over. Hope doesn’t bother to be surprised that Matt has no trouble finding him– although the question about his jacket does send him off-balance for a brief moment. “Hey,” he answers once they’re only a few feet apart. “Um, no. It’s fine, though.” Before that can warrant any further examination, he adds, “I got you breakfast.” He untucks the paper-wrapped croissant from underneath his arm (it is still reasonably warm, fortunately) and offers it. 

"Thanks”, Matt says and takes the croissant from Hope. He’s still sceptical that Hope is actually fine, but the savoury smell coming from inside the paper wrapping is enough to distract him for just a second and he unwraps it with a certain urgency, suddenly realizing just how long it’s been since he’s last eaten. 

Once he’s bitten into it a few times he returns to his previous point and reaches out for Hope’s arm, feeling the thickness of his sweater. And almost drops his croissant into the snow. “There’s no way you’re fine, how long have you been out like this?”, he asks, already peeling out of his own jacket and handing it over. “This is how you get hypothermia, Hope.” It sounds more like a request than the statement that it is. 

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Matt wakes up from the buzz of his holophone next to him. Before he can even fully come to he knows it’s most likely Hope, a suspicion the mechanical voice of his phone confirms after he’s unlocked it. The texts are confusing, at first, but he doesn’t think about it too much and just makes his way towards the bathroom to start getting ready for whatever Hope has apparently planned for them.

In lieu of anything better to do he checks the news only to be surprised by the announcement of holiday celebrations. Perhaps he should stop being surprised by the things that do and don’t happen in Aldebaran but the apparent existence of winter holidays is a big surprise, one that sends a jolt of melancholy through him. A reminder of just how far from home he is. 

Before he can think about it too much he concentrates back on getting ready, putting on the warmest clothes he can find in his wardrobe and makes his way outside after sending a quick “On my way” to Hope.

As soon as he leaves the residential building he’s glad for the decision, the feeling of cold winter air rushing into his face is shocking, especially with the fairly mild temperatures he’s experienced so far. The next thing he notices is the layer of snow and the snowflakes that are still falling. Thankfully not enough to counter his radar, but he’s still careful as he makes his way to the marketplace, 

The smells of it are ever-so-slightly different, the wares having seemingly changed to reflect the season. There seem to be a large number of candles spread all over the place. It doesn’t feel particularly religious and much more like a regional holiday practice, but it doesn’t help the pang of homesicknes and guilt Matt feels. The guilt at least is an old holiday companion - he hasn’t been in church for years at this point, not even for christmas. 

Listening for Hope’s heartbeat helps distract him and his face lights up once he’s reasonably certain that Hope can see him through the crowd. He doesn’t speed up too much, still very aware of the layer of snow on the ground, even if it hasn’t been long enough to be truly slippery just yet. 

“Hey”, he says, once they’re close enough to each other to reasonably talk to each other, still smiling. Then his expression becomes more serious as he notices the shiver running through Hope’s body. “Did you not put on a jacket?”

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Hope’s smile grows– maybe it’s just that Daredevil’s smile is infectious when it blooms across his face, maybe it’s that he can’t help but find the whole prospect a little fantastical. After a few moments he pulls his eyes away from Daredevil to search the street ahead, trying to pick out which of the buildings is the little restaurant he mentioned. While Daredevil can probably point it out once they’re there, Hope doubts he could offer much insight into what it looks like. He gives up after a few moments– half the stone-faced buildings here look the same, or at least aren’t clearly marked enough for him to figure it out at a glance.

“So do you know how to identify what is and isn’t rat from experience, too?” he teases, looking over with a grin and bumping Daredevil’s arm with his elbow.

Matt looks at Hope with an expression of mock surprise. “What, you can’t?” Then he laughs and bumps him back, leaning his shoulder against Hope’s for a moment until he can feel some of the dampness creep into the fabric of his shirt. 

“Someone told me something was rat on my first day here and I remembered. If I’ve ever eaten rat it was unknowingly.” The hypothetical isn’t as unlikely as he hoped, so he decides not to dwell on it, especially since he realizes the proximity to various food smells for the past half hour has been making him pretty hungry. “It should come up on the left side soon, if you can tell from the exterior? About five houses from where we are.”

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