In his dreams he's Daredevil, back in the city that never sleeps. There's nothing quite like it, parkouring over rooftops, the weight of his familiar billy club in his hand as he swings around a billboard that can just support his weight, land on his feet on a street light, leap between freshly laundered sheets and rolling over roof access hatches. Nothing but the night breeze caressing his skin beneath his body armour and the taste of freedom from the confines of being blind, ambling through his crowded city, being tsked at and glared at, the inappropriate stares, tourists' selfie sticks being swung at his head.
He always knows what he's leaping for when he jumps off a building, and he never misses a step. So when he does, and he's falling, falling, falling and his city is rushing up to meet him, he wakes up startled and immediately regrets jolting upright, clutching onto his chest.
It's the second time he's woken up on the terminal, and he's still disoriented and confused. But it's the first time he's woken up with Frank Castle on his four o'clock.
Frank Castle.
The fight or fight harder instinct kicks in as he starts to register that he's not actually falling, and Matt curls a fist and throws a punch at Frank's face.
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He always knows what he's leaping for when he jumps off a building, and he never misses a step. So when he does, and he's falling, falling, falling and his city is rushing up to meet him, he wakes up startled and immediately regrets jolting upright, clutching onto his chest.
It's the second time he's woken up on the terminal, and he's still disoriented and confused. But it's the first time he's woken up with Frank Castle on his four o'clock.
Frank Castle.
The fight or fight harder instinct kicks in as he starts to register that he's not actually falling, and Matt curls a fist and throws a punch at Frank's face.