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holy snipes, i am about to collapse. night folks!
"Definitely the study. Thatâs where we keep all the cool magic artifacts." Well, the safer ones were in the study. "Weâll make our way there. Itâs at the very top of the stairs." Casey pointed up the winding stair case that seemed like it could go on forever. "Itâs not as bad as it looks." She noted before turning to the first doorway.
As any child would, Jack groans at the seemingly never ending stairs. His eyes turn up towards her and then briefly looks over his shoulder. He knew his father would be able to find him if he did wander off too far. "All right." Jack is quick to follow her lead, standing directly behind her and barely missing her shoes' heels.
[She plays a hand to ruffle his growing hair, smiling. After a moment, she speaks, jesting, but itâs very true.]
Heâs a little, yeah.
Would you stop being She-Hulk if you and Uncle Foggy had a baby?Â
Beginning to walk down the main hall way, Casey could hear Jack come running up beside her. She felt him try and reach for her jacket, but he seemed to rethink his action and, in stead, pulled back. Slowing her walk a bit, she fell into step with Jack and held the gloved hand out, extending the pinkie. âPinkie swear. Just let me know if you wanna stop and look at something.â
Jack's eyes fall upon her pinkie with some reassurance. He wraps his relatively small finger around hers and gives it a slight shake. "What's the coolest thing here?" he asks, removing his hand from hers.
[She smiled, tsking and resting a hand on his far shorter shoulder.]Â
âOnly if youâd ever want to be, but I know Iâd rest easier knowing youâd be safer out of the costume. Just remember, Jack, itâs always your choice to be a hero, and being a hero doesnât have to mean doing what your dad did.
(He wraps his arms around her waist and hugs her in his thanks. The overwhelming fear he would never make his dad proud lingers on him every day.)
He would want it to end with him. (He mutters into her stomach) He's egocentric like that.
  Can you? Iâm looking for a man who.. should live here.
   ( did it ever occur to her that this was his child?     it was the first thing that popped into her mind,     but she usually gave Matt the benefit of the     doubt. )
If you're looking for my dad, he isn't here right now.
(If anything he, he excels in stranger danger. His father and mother drilled into him the possible horror that could ensue from being with a stranger. Though, she wasn't a stranger if his father had pictures of her. He opens the door further and steps to the side.)
You can wait here for him. He's out with Uncle Foggy.
"Neh, stick by me and youâll be fine." Rising out of the seat, she fixed her jacket and the glove over her right hand. "Itâs actually kind of hard to get lost in here as long as you stay on the houseâs good side." She knew the statement was odd, but it was true. The joys of living in a sentient building.
Jack follows her lead and leaves the chair behind. He quickly moves to stand by her side, a timid hand reaching up to her jacket. He fails to grab on it, afraid that would be invading her personal space. Thus, he slides back a bit and lowers his head. "Don't let me get lost."
[The kid is getting as smart as his father. At least itâs admirable in his son more; it was an innocent intelligence.]
We never stop being what our costumes made us, but it didnât take a costume to let us be ourselves and know what to do right to help people. He never stopped being the âMan without Fearâ. He just found something worth worrying about, Jack. You. He became a father, Jack. Sometimes, there are bigger ideas than ourselves and being a good parent is one.
(It's not that Jack wanted to believe his father didn't want to live a different life for his sake. He always though himself as a burden to his former life. After all, Daredevil is idolized in the household. Why would his father continuously admire his past if he never wanted to go back to it?)
I am Daredevil's son, does that mean I-- (He's afraid to say it) I will have to become him as well?
"Heâs right, the Sanctum will only show itself to a few people." She said with a nod. The kid seemed nice enough, not like heâd go looking for trouble. With a quick resolve, Casey gave Jack a little smile. "You want to take a look around?"
"I'm not going to get lost am I?" He didn't know much about Dr. Strange other than the tales his father told him. Heroic and mystical tales of giant beings and unusual smells. From these vague bed time stories, Jack can conclude that Dr. Strange was a man with great power and many secrets.Â
[A nervous finger seemed to wrung out the wedding ring on her other hand, a feeling she knew of skin not as tight as it were before well being somewhat the front of her physical attention. Attentive kid he was. He knew how to shoot a direct question at someone, didnât he.]
We all settle down at some point, Jack. Itâs how most heroes did it: Settle down, get married, start a family⊠[The last part she had yet to do, but she still had plenty good years to her still.] It gets too dangerous when you have people to look out for so dear to you, you know? Your body just doesnât take fights the same way as you get older.
(As reasonable as the answer is, Jack didn't buy it. His father always had a strong sense of acting out. Part of him knew Matt didn't want to give up Daredevil, or else he wouldn't set up his own memorabilia.)
He didn't want to quit, (He continues to press) He didn't give it up in one day. My father truly never wanted to stop being the Man Without Fear.Â
Awesome, this wasnât her fault. A bit more relieved, she took a seat across from the red haired boy. âItâs nice to meet you.â She said with a little nod, trying to quickly find a new topic. âSo⊠Have you ever had a tour of the Sanctum before?â A kid would like seeing the weird stuff around here, right?
Jack's feet slightly tap against each other underneath the table. His nervous eyes search around the room for his father to appear, much to his dismay, his father is still busy with the other man. "N-no. This is my first time being here. I'm told by my father, this place only exists to a certain few."
Itâs professional.
Are you a professional?
Why are you wearing a suit?
Yes, honey?
Why did my dad really give up being Daredevil?
     âUh- Thanks kid⊠You got some pretty cool hair yourself.â Okay⊠Random kid in the Sanctum. He couldnât have just wondered in. This totally wasnât her fault. âThe nameâs Casey, you are?â
Her look gave him the idea he did something wrong. He nervously shifts on his small feet in attempts to hide his tremors. "J-Jack. My dad... he's friends with the man who lives here."
H-hello, ma'am, can I help you?
(He knew it wouldn't be polite to blurt out he recognized her face from his father's collection.)
Cool hair.