qvaked
dammit. this group of fisk’s goons were more wily than he expected. they gave as good as they got. but, now they were scattered around him, knocked out, while he, at the very least, was still conscious.
he heard the stranger coming, and worked on picking himself up off the floor. on his hands and knees, huffing out a breath, he heard no creaking bones and felt only the usually aches, a bloody mouth, and bruises. nothing serious, good. it was easy enough to return to his feet.
it took him a moment before he heard the stranger pause at the lip of the alley, before heading his way. another one of fisk’s people? or a concerned citizen? his gut reaction is to scale the fire escape of the building next to him, hit the roof and disappear, but something stilled his hand on the ladder, made him pause. the heartbeat sounded familiar. true, most heartbeats sounded the same, but he’d always been able to pick foggy out of crowds by the noise alone. had begun to be able to do the same with karen. he couldn’t explain why, couldn’t say how he recognized friend and family by heart alone, but now he was having the same tingle in the back of his skull that told him familiar.
letting his hand drop, he turned to the front of the alley, willing to let this play out. curiosity killed the cat. a moment, and he could place that it was a woman, hear her light breath, sense her coming to a pause, taking in the carnage. yeah, this probably didn’t look good, but none of them were dead and records would show them as criminals. for now, he tilted his head, listening, scenting, observing.