[aspidersurvivor]

Identity Crisis

[iamnotdaredevill]

aspidersurvivor‌:

“Aaaah actually we have phones here.”  Peter grinned stuffing his hands in his pockets as he stood near Matt.  “Granted they don’t go much farther than Haven itself.   We have walkie-talkies and radios for further distances.    I may have adjusted them to get an even better range.”  Which is what originally caught Tony’s attention to him.  To Peter Parker, science nerd, and not Spider-Man.

“I was a bit out of communication for the beginning of things anyways.  Been here since last summer.  So I’ll give you a pass for now.”   The beginning of the zombie outbreak would charitably called rough for him.   A bit rougher than most who survived.  Not that he planned on expanding on that now.   Enough that he had another friend back.

‘You need any help getting settled in?”  It could be a bit overwhelming for anyone that just arrived.   While Matt could find his way around no problem, he wouldn’t be able to read any signs.   Which yeah he needed to set up a braille printer and make signs.   It didn’t hurt to have them.   

“Of course Peter Parker of all people would be able to make technology work in the apocalypse. Glad to see some things don’t change.” Matt chuckled, he had to admit it was impressive that they could get anything to work at all around here, even if it was a camp that contained the greatest minds the old world had to offer. 

“You’re lucky you were a scientist before our civilization collapsed. Those skills are slightly more useful these days than my law degree. Matt Murdock here can’t really argue zombies away, now can he?” He said, speaking in the third person in an attempt to make a slight joke about his secret identity, though terrible it was. 

“As for your offer to help.... I can probably figure it out, I don’t really have any belongings with me to settle in anyway. However if you can direct me to wherever I’m supposed to be sleeping tonight that would be fantastic.”

[iamnotdaredevill]

Childhood Friends

@seismictumult

Matt never in expected that anyone from his civilian life would have shown up in Haven. It was a settlement of mainly super powered people and, as harsh as it is, those are typically the types of people who survive the apocalypse. It was a hard pill to swallow, sure, but that’s just the way things were these days whether he liked it or not.

This was why it came as such an utter shock to him that someone who was not only from his civilian life but also from his childhood had somehow managed to make it. 

When she arrived to Haven, Matt could tell someone important from his life had arrived before she even walked through the gates. The problem was it took longer to put a name and a face to the smell and heartbeat that was unique to only her than it should have, and it bugged him immensely. He thought long and hard about it as he did his absolute hardest to hone in on her voice, her heart beat and her sent. What was it that made her so familiar...? It was driving him insane.

Then, it suddenly dawned on him. Of course it would be hard to identify someone after its been at least 15 years or so since they’ve last seen each other. 

However there was no mistaking it. A little girl who Matt grew up with in Saint Agnes had just arrived. The same little girl who Matt befriended while the other kids wrote him off as the freaky blind kid. The girl who kept him company while he laid in bed being tortured by his new heightened senses. The little girl that Matt considered to be the closest thing he ever had to having a little sister. 

He waited for when she would be done with the disinfection process before he made his way to greet her.

“Syke? Is that you?” Matt asked, using the nickname he gave her all those years ago. 

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How? Where have —? We all thought you were dead.

[iamnotdaredevill]

flea-with-a-purpose‌:

“I am Mantis. A pleasure.” She gave a polite bow. A smile cracked her lips, but clearly an uneasy one. She was still rather new to interacting with people, even before Haven and the Virus. In her own mind, she was improving. At least a little.

“I like your glasses.” She had been told that people give compliments when they want to make friends.

“Pleasure to meet you too, Miss Mantis.” Despite his new acquaintance not following the rules of human biology, Matt could still sense the unease in Mantis’ voice. She might not have a human heart in the typical sense but the slight changes in how her body regulates it’s blood, if it even is blood, gave it away. 

He wondered if she had met many humans like him before or if her nervousness was just part of her personality. Either way he wanted to do all he could to show her he meant no harm; making a new friend would be refreshing after all the time he spent alone these last couple of months.

“Glad you like my glasses, it’s actually very reassuring to hear.” He laughed softly. “I just got them not too long ago, my other ones from before... all of this, were cracked beyond repair. These new ones are a breath of fresh air, and I am grateful, but no one’s really gotten around to letting me know how they look yet. For all I know I look absolutely ridiculous." 

[dailymarvelheroes]

I bleed only for myself. 

[iamnotdaredevill]

gunsandhope‌:

Nathan didn’t particulary care about the gossip around the compound, didn’t particularly care about gossip in general, unless it was tied to information about some critical world changing event. There was no such thing floating around in the isolated little pocket of civilization that was Haven, but sometimes, on a rare occassion, the mass effect of it managed to draw even his notice, and ire. 

Today the issue pertained to a particular former lawyer who was getting way too much unwanted attention to be productive, a situaiton warranting some scolding. So setting aside the weapons he was tuning, Nathan grabbed a bent pipe and stalked outside the garage towards the next inhabitant, the inhuman gaze was his left eye directed at anyone foolish enough to hang around and waste time further.

“Murdock!” As soon as the former vigilante was in sight, Nathan telekinetically ghanked the biohazard of a cane away from him and tossed him the bent pipe in its stead. He didn’t need to keep up with the contempary press to know the man could easily catch it. “You need to be decontaminated. Follow me.”

Matt was taken aback from how his cane got snatched from him without him noticing. Some big mutant most have taken it from him, probably an X-Man, he never really bothered to get to know all of them since he was too much of a lone wolf to really have many team ups with them. He always hated how telekinesis never failed to throw his senses off; he never truly felt blind unless there was a telepath in the room who knew how to screw with him without ever making any movements towards him. 

He knew he could catch the bent pipe, but out of spite he let it soar right past him.

“All due respect, but whatever it is you just threw me doesn’t seem like its going to do me any favors in helping me get around Haven. Unlike my cane that is.” He tilted his head. “I will comply with the decontamination but you have to understand that I am a blind man. I know what people say about me, but none of it is true, so ‘following you’ is going to be somewhat difficult. Without that cane that is.” He stood in one place, stubborn as hell. He was going to convince people that Matt Murdock was not Daredevil and just a simple blind man even if its the last thing he does. 

[iamnotdaredevill]

flea-with-a-purpose‌:

Mantis wasn’t completely paying attention, if she was honest. The joy of reuniting with her sorta-brother, Peter, had left her simultaneously on cloud nine and a bit ditzy.

She bumped into him-luckily not touching his skin directly-with a squeak. “Oh! Forgive me, sir! Are you okay?” Bless her heart, she’d never seen a blind person before. She didn’t even know they existed. After all, it wasn’t like she ever got out much.

Matt tensed up, the biology of whoever just bumped into him was... off. From what his senses told him she was not human but also not a mutant, he could hear that her blood pressure was unusual and coursing through all the wrong parts of the body. He also never smelled anything like her before... It was odd to him, but he couldn’t say that he sensed any danger from her. His radar sense also told him she had antennae of some sort so he supposed she could just be an alien of some kind. 

He told himself to relax. She was probably just an alien, definitely not an unusual occurrence around Haven he guessed, considering all the super human people who hung around here. This was a good thing; if she was an alien then she wouldn’t have any reason to think he was Daredevil at all.

“Don’t worry about it, it happens to the best of us.” He smiled and turned to face her, trying to make up for that brief second or so that he spent analyzing her. He gestured to his cane, “If anything I should have been more careful. Anyways, I don’t believe we’ve met. My name is Matt Murdock, and you are?” He half considered introducing himself as an attorney at law like he usually would, but he doubted law degrees had any real usage these days. Instead, he simply offered his hand out in front of him for the supposed alien to shake to complete his introduction.

[iamnotdaredevill]

survivingwidow‌:

Natasha had found the gym mostly empty between 3 and 4am. It was a good time for her to go and practice. 

1, 2, 3, 4… 1, 2, 3, 4… 1, 2, 3, 4…

She turned and span, quiet music playing from the corner of the room. Ballet was a skill she could still lose. She would use it while she could. 

The pointe shoe’s she’d stolen from a store a few months back were a size too small; though rather that that too big. Pointe shoes which were too big were dangerous, these were just painful… Though she missed the black ones she’d owned back when the world was living… 

Natasha heard footfall which didn’t fit with her own movements and stopped to turn and face the door.

“Why are you awake at this time?..”

Matt hadn’t seen... or well, it’d be more accurately to say been around Natasha in ages. Even before the apocalypse and all hell broke loose Matt hadn’t exactly had Natasha on speed dial. Sure, he wouldn’t say they were on bad terms or anything, but an ex is an ex and there were some relationships in his life he was utterly horrible at keeping track of. 

“I heard the music and figured I stopped by. Haven’t heard anything like it in... quite literally years. It’s a nice sound to hear.” Even before the words came out of his mouth they already sounded stupid to him. Nice going Matt, definitely a smooth way to talk to your ex after about three or four years of complete radio silence, he thought to himself. 

He paused and tried to compose himself better. Save the situation, you idiot. “It’s been a while, Natasha. Glad to see you survived, though I kind of figured you would. Nice ballet, didn’t know you had the time to practice these days.” Stop talking already you’re making it worse, walking in this room was a mistake and you know it Matt. He wanted nothing more than to bash his head into a wall.

[catfoolery]

big jackets and erectile dysfunction spiderman 

[678i0u]

DAREDEVIL Season 3: “I once believed that justice could be found in a court of law and in the light of day. But I was fooling myself. Darkness only responds to darkness. And the truth is… I´d rather die as the Devil than live as Matt Murdock.”

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Daredevil #606 (2018) art by Phil Noto

[valentinemichaelsmith]

inktober day 15

[themarvelproject]

Counting down the days to Daredevil Season 3 on Netflix with Daredevil #600 variant cover art by Joe Quesada (2018)

[aspidersurvivor]

Identity Crisis

[iamnotdaredevill]

aspidersurvivor‌:

“Matt?”   There were a number of people he’d worked with through the years.   About a handful of them knew both the person under the mask.  Either through him telling them, or having superior senses.  Daredevil fell into the second category.   His unique biology made it easy for someone with senses enhanced and expertly used the way Matt did to identify him.  Especially since he didn’t rely on sight.

Once Peter grasped what exactly Matt could do, it offered something entirely different for him.   Being bitten by the radioactive spider dialed his senses up sometimes to levels he didn’t always know how to cope with.   Someone with similar level of those kinds of abilities could not only help him learn to cope, but how to get the most use out of them.   So beyond being a friend that occasionally helped each other out, in some ways he served as a mentor.   

So of course he put the name Matt Murdock on the list for Peter to be notified if he came in.   Daredevil a survivor, and while didn’t have use of  his eyes, far more capable of than most.   May even have an edge in certain circumstances far beyond other enhanced.    So he firmly believed that one day his friend would show up. 

In the middle of something when the first notification went out Peter had to work out his current task.  So he didn’t catch Matt at the Gate.   Though it probably wouldn’t be too difficult to track someone new down.   Especially with the tools Murdock might be using.  Different than other survivors here.   So he hurried to his friend’s side.

“I’m glad you made it here man.   I knew you would survive it.”  Peter didn’t reach out, not yet.   Every survivor been through some sort of trauma before they got here.   Those that fought, even more so.   With someone with hightened senses, it could be even worse and the last thing he wanted to do would be to overwhelm Matt.

Matt smiled at the sound of his old friend’s voice. He was always a bit of a loner when it came to his superhero career, until the Defenders became a thing of course, but Spider Man was always someone who Matt considered to be a close friend. Sure, his constant jokes and inability to shut up during a fight was a bit of a hindrance to his senses when it came to actually teaming up, but that didn’t make him any less of a good friend. He was a fellow hero who could actually understand how it was like trying to keep a secret identity an actual secret, and that in itself lead Matt to trust him with his own identity after he figured out Peter’s. A decision he has not regretted since.

Suffice to say after years of nonstop pain and hardship the familiar sound of his heart beat and unique scent was a sight for sore eyes.

“Peter? It’s definitely been a while, glad I’m not the only one with a knack for survival.” He smiled and studied him as closely as his senses would allow. Yes, his friend truly was alive and well and, from what his senses told him, without any serious injuries that were cause for major concern. That was extremely rare nowadays, and he expected nothing less from Spider Man, but it was still a relief. It felt almost too good to be true. “Sorry I haven’t exactly been in contact. I would have called, but we both know how well that idea turns out nowadays.” 

[iamnotdaredevill]

Identity Crisis

Open to Multiple

Matt looked absolutely ridiculous. He couldn’t see it himself of course, but he could hear the snickers his fellow survivors gave him as he walked through Haven. He could hear the stopped heart beats of people who were shocked to see his face here. Even his radar sense confirmed it as mind mapped out the forms of fingers pointing him out as people whispered about him to their friends. Whispers which he, of course, heard every word of.

He grimaced. Maybe it was too much to hope that people would just forget that Matt Murdock was outed as Daredevil in the press. Maybe it was too much to pray that people would not question how a blind guy could possibly survive the apocalypse this long without being Daredevil. Maybe Matt was asking for too much to even attempt to be Matt Murdock in a settlement filled with superheroes who knew better.

Well, Matt didn’t care. Call him nostalgic but a part of him missed living his double life of Matt Murdock and Daredevil. He hadn’t been able to properly live as Matthew Michael Murdock since the apocalypse first happened. Ever since that faithful day he had been living in constant Daredevil mode just to fend for his life. A part of him missed... his more mundane identity. Now that he was in a settlement that was not covered in zombies from head to toe, he felt like he should be allowed to be Matt again.

He was however, extremely thankful that he was able to get cleaned up when he entered Haven. It was a huge weight off his shoulders to not have to deal with his own body oder anymore.

His original glasses were cracked and falling apart. Now, he had a new pair that both protected his eyes and announced to the world he was blind as a bat. Only a few hours ago his sight cane was covered in dried zombie guts to accommodate for all the times he used it as a billy club to fight off zombies. It was just cleaned off when entering, but internally he was thankful it even still transformed back into a regular cane at all.

He tapped his cane through Haven, back to playing the role of the normal blind man. It was really only a matter of time till someone came up to him and asked about how someone who was blind could have survived all of this without being Daredevil, and he was not exactly looking forward to that conversation.