[Haha, not so cool when someone Else does it, is it Jim? Is this how his people feel every time there's a Situation??]
I can see the sign for 50th St station across the way. There's a car hanging out of a boutique front window so mind the broken glass.
[In this case cooperating means he'll be able to get Matt somewhere safe quicker too. He sure as hell doesn't know his way around the area so running off to find the blind man? Not smart.]
It's...kind of what I do. Just. You're going to have to trust me on this one.
[With this kind of chaos, Matt wouldn't have been able to sit it out anyway but now? Yeah, no chance. Sorry Jim, you're just going to have to deal with it.]
Alright, I'm on it. Just stay safe and I'll find you. I might have some explaining to do when that happens but just keep an open mind.
Not giving me much of a choice BUT to trust you in the moment.
[He just hates that feeling of his heart being jammed up into his throat trying to imagine Matt and his cane navigating out here while he's taking cover with this poor guy behind the half overturned car.
At least they managed to get out of the window finally. The webbing has the rest of the car firmly held upright.]
[Was Matt ever intending to disclose the Daredevil part of his life? Probably not. The problem is that emergencies and chaos on the streets doesn't take his social life into account and he wouldn't be able to stand by under normal circumstances. That he knows someone caught in the chaos of what sounds like yet another insane attack on New York. Spiders? He's not sure. All things considered, giant arachnids wouldn't surprise him. This fucking town.
It takes longer than he would like. There's carnage so he has to stop a few times to do quick search and rescue when he can hear a heartbeat behind rubble.
Eventually he gets street level across from the station and he picks up Jim's cologne and the smell of the soap he uses so Matt can find him and the driver hiding behind the shell of car. Well. Now or never. He approaches with heavy boots crushing across shattered glass.]
This way. You're going to have to follow me.
[The driver is thrilled; Daredevil is here to save them.]
[Citrus, a bit of cardamom, and a whole lot of anxiety right about now. The driver is looking more relieved by the moment when Daredevil appears. Jim is keeping a lookout across the street. And when Matt speaks, it's relief at first that washes over Jim's entire posture, too. He knows that voice.]
Thank fuck. You have no idea how...
[When he turns around he trails off. Blinks. Looks around then back at the guy in the outfit in front of him. The little hamster wheel upstairs is starting to smoke.]
Uh.
[No no, it's cool. He's one of the good guys, the driver is quick to explain. Jim drags his tongue along his lower lip, clearly debating on what if anything to say before he just nods.]
[A guy dressed as the devil showing up is probably weird enough but he hears the way Jim's heartbeat jumps as 2 and 2 are put together in an instant. It's not really the kind of conversation that he can have right now because, for one thing, there's an emergency going on and for another, they have an audience with the driver present. Secret identity and all.
Matt surveys the street around them and the sounds that map the world for him. A path comes to focus.]
I'm going to get you to the subway--
[He doesn't finish the thought before he hears something barreling down the below them, presumably in the tunnels, and it very much is not a train. Jim and the driver would hear nothing.]
Nope, reverse that. That's where the monsters headed. So. New plan. We're close to Clinton Church. It'll be safe there. Stay close to me.
[With that, Matt starts to move with his attention on the two men with him. He's going to have a lot of explaining to do but he can do that after Jim and the driver are safe in the basement of the church.]
[See the thing is, Jim's too busy noticing that this guy's mask has no possible way for visibility. What means he wasn't lying about the whole being blind thing. Which means Jim isn't crazy for recognizing Matt's voice. Or what little of his face that can be seen.
The driver might ask if Daredevil is certain given the subway entrance is Right there. But Jim just makes a soft, noncommittal sound in the affirmation and falls into step. The last half hour has been a Lot for him to take in.]
[He doesn't really have a good way of communicating 'we'll talk about this later' to Jim in the presence of the driver so he just goes with the next best option, which is to get them safe and deal with the weird fallout that monsters or aliens or...whatever this is...is going to bring to his personal life.
The streets are a maze of broken glass, destroyed cars and wreckage. Not ideal. He tries to keep them close to the buildings so they're not just walking down the middle of the street as open targets. It means dodging the occasional bits of falling debris and glass but Matt moves them to-and-fro, telling them to stop or to move to the right and left to avoid danger. When they're in what is essentially a straight shot down the block to the church, Matt hears the rumbling under the sidewalk. Shit.]
Run. As fast as you can.
[He gets the words out just before the concrete behind them buckles]
[It's uncanny. Is the thing. Matt grabs hold of Jim's arm before anyone can hear a stoplight shorting out and collapsing in what would have been right in their path. Or out of the way of a shower of broken glass coming from a shattered window a few stories above. Jim feels almost like he's in a dream, but knows deep down that's shock talking.
Best to keep moving. All the while it's his blind 'It's complicated' who's stepping through this chaos as though he were on a sunday morning stroll. Easily. Sure footed.
But Jim knows he can't ask. Even a man from Bumfuck, Iowa knows you can't ask a Suit about anything safely. Not the ones that don't get their faces plastered all over the news as a matter of public record. And maybe all of this won't occur to him later--when they're sitting hunkered down in the Church basement with anyone else who fled there. Time's got a way of feeling bigger than it is in moments like this.]
Wait, what about you--?!
[Jim doesn't turn back to look, even after the words are out of his mouth. Swallowed up by the chaos surrounding them. He has his orders and a civilian to save. Training takes over from there. His hand closes around the driver's upper arm and he half drags the man with him to the church like a man possessed.]
[He knows that he's freaking Jim out and anyone would be, considering the circumstances. Matt just tries to keep them going around the various obstacles that he picks up along the way because he will eventually explain all of this. He doesn't really have a choice. He'd had absolutely no intention of letting Jim know about how he spends the nights when they're not playing pool together and that whole plan at pretending at normal just got royally fucked up.
He's got some explaining to do. Big time. Assuming he doesn't die on the street as a monster emerges from the tunnels under the ground.
Jim heeds the warning and starts to run for the church as the ground behind them gives way and Matt darts back across the wreckage of the street.
Whether this arachnid creature is an alien or some other brand of monster conjured from god knows where, its attention is on him and that's what he wants since it allows Jim and the driver to make a break for the church. The problem becomes that he doesn't quite know how one goes about killing something like this and maybe that's a job better left for the Avengers sorts, but he doesn't really have a lot of options while he's darting first across the street, then an alley and up the fire escapes. The monster follows him to the left, away from the church.
Of course the fucking thing can climb walls. And a little faster than Matt would like as he breaks for a rooftop so he goes for the retractable club and makes a good throw at one of the thing's eyes. It shrieks and skitters and that seems to be a plan.
His attention shifts only momentarily to listen to a distance to confirm Jim and the driver have gotten to safety. He'll be back for them once he finishes the other seven eyes.]
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Lost this one in my inbox but DW's inbox had it!
[Haha, not so cool when someone Else does it, is it Jim? Is this how his people feel every time there's a Situation??]
I can see the sign for 50th St station across the way. There's a car hanging out of a boutique front window so mind the broken glass.
[In this case cooperating means he'll be able to get Matt somewhere safe quicker too. He sure as hell doesn't know his way around the area so running off to find the blind man? Not smart.]
stupid inbox!
[With this kind of chaos, Matt wouldn't have been able to sit it out anyway but now? Yeah, no chance. Sorry Jim, you're just going to have to deal with it.]
Alright, I'm on it. Just stay safe and I'll find you. I might have some explaining to do when that happens but just keep an open mind.
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[He just hates that feeling of his heart being jammed up into his throat trying to imagine Matt and his cane navigating out here while he's taking cover with this poor guy behind the half overturned car.
At least they managed to get out of the window finally. The webbing has the rest of the car firmly held upright.]
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It takes longer than he would like. There's carnage so he has to stop a few times to do quick search and rescue when he can hear a heartbeat behind rubble.
Eventually he gets street level across from the station and he picks up Jim's cologne and the smell of the soap he uses so Matt can find him and the driver hiding behind the shell of car. Well. Now or never. He approaches with heavy boots crushing across shattered glass.]
This way. You're going to have to follow me.
[The driver is thrilled; Daredevil is here to save them.]
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Thank fuck. You have no idea how...
[When he turns around he trails off. Blinks. Looks around then back at the guy in the outfit in front of him. The little hamster wheel upstairs is starting to smoke.]
Uh.
[No no, it's cool. He's one of the good guys, the driver is quick to explain. Jim drags his tongue along his lower lip, clearly debating on what if anything to say before he just nods.]
Right. Sorry. Lead the way.
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Matt surveys the street around them and the sounds that map the world for him. A path comes to focus.]
I'm going to get you to the subway--
[He doesn't finish the thought before he hears something barreling down the below them, presumably in the tunnels, and it very much is not a train. Jim and the driver would hear nothing.]
Nope, reverse that. That's where the monsters headed. So. New plan. We're close to Clinton Church. It'll be safe there. Stay close to me.
[With that, Matt starts to move with his attention on the two men with him. He's going to have a lot of explaining to do but he can do that after Jim and the driver are safe in the basement of the church.]
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The driver might ask if Daredevil is certain given the subway entrance is Right there. But Jim just makes a soft, noncommittal sound in the affirmation and falls into step. The last half hour has been a Lot for him to take in.]
We're with you. Uh. Sir.
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The streets are a maze of broken glass, destroyed cars and wreckage. Not ideal. He tries to keep them close to the buildings so they're not just walking down the middle of the street as open targets. It means dodging the occasional bits of falling debris and glass but Matt moves them to-and-fro, telling them to stop or to move to the right and left to avoid danger. When they're in what is essentially a straight shot down the block to the church, Matt hears the rumbling under the sidewalk. Shit.]
Run. As fast as you can.
[He gets the words out just before the concrete behind them buckles]
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Best to keep moving. All the while it's his blind 'It's complicated' who's stepping through this chaos as though he were on a sunday morning stroll. Easily. Sure footed.
But Jim knows he can't ask. Even a man from Bumfuck, Iowa knows you can't ask a Suit about anything safely. Not the ones that don't get their faces plastered all over the news as a matter of public record. And maybe all of this won't occur to him later--when they're sitting hunkered down in the Church basement with anyone else who fled there. Time's got a way of feeling bigger than it is in moments like this.]
Wait, what about you--?!
[Jim doesn't turn back to look, even after the words are out of his mouth. Swallowed up by the chaos surrounding them. He has his orders and a civilian to save. Training takes over from there. His hand closes around the driver's upper arm and he half drags the man with him to the church like a man possessed.]
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He's got some explaining to do. Big time. Assuming he doesn't die on the street as a monster emerges from the tunnels under the ground.
Jim heeds the warning and starts to run for the church as the ground behind them gives way and Matt darts back across the wreckage of the street.
Whether this arachnid creature is an alien or some other brand of monster conjured from god knows where, its attention is on him and that's what he wants since it allows Jim and the driver to make a break for the church. The problem becomes that he doesn't quite know how one goes about killing something like this and maybe that's a job better left for the Avengers sorts, but he doesn't really have a lot of options while he's darting first across the street, then an alley and up the fire escapes. The monster follows him to the left, away from the church.
Of course the fucking thing can climb walls. And a little faster than Matt would like as he breaks for a rooftop so he goes for the retractable club and makes a good throw at one of the thing's eyes. It shrieks and skitters and that seems to be a plan.
His attention shifts only momentarily to listen to a distance to confirm Jim and the driver have gotten to safety. He'll be back for them once he finishes the other seven eyes.]