(swing, swing, swing, a newbie like him is in. he's just doing surveillance, full in his suit, trying to get a better view of the city, the blind spots, the areas of interest, and the docks? definitely an area of interest. he's seen quite a few hooligans here, after all, so he's doing another round when he sees this poor man barely awoke on the ground.
he lands carefully, as to not disturb much of the wood, although it does get a woah-- from him when there's some swaying.)
[ If you think seasickness is bad when you San see, try it when you're blind and have super senses. It would probably be less disorienting if Matt had any experience with boats, but he's a Manhattan boy through and through, and only goes as far as Queens if he can help it.
The point is, he's really trying to gain his bearings but between new sounds and smells (he can't be in New York, it smells too clean) he's practically dizzy with overstimulation.
It might be why he doesn't immediately clock "metal sounds and a teenager" until Peter drops in. Wait, how does somebody drop in from— It sounded like— ]
Uh, what?
[ The dark glasses might be a dead giveaway, but just in case, Matt makes sure to turn his head slightly off—to Peter's right. He grips his cane as if to telegraph:Hello, I am blind. He doesn't love playing this card for sympathy, but when you can't see, you can't see. ]
Uh, Spiderman. It's fine if you don't know me, I come in peace, alright? Here, oh, let me help you.
(the fastest way to get them out is by swinging them out, but if he's already seasick, peter definitely wouldn't want any accidents onto his nice armor. so, instead, cold metal touches him, the shapes of fingers wrap around his forearm.)
Okay, okay, okay. Can I take your cane? You can hold on me until we get to the shore.
[ Matt's eyebrows climb I to his hairline. Spider-Man?? But he's like. A child. Even if he didn't have super senses, anyone could hear that that's a child, right?
Is Spider-Man a child? What is he doing fighting crime, he should be in school. And the way he says 'it's fine if you don't know me' feels pretty specific. There's something there, something odd.
Odder than metal? Spider-Man has a metal suit? The "image" Matt is getting on his radar sense is so bizarre. It's a good thing his poker face is legendary, because he has so many questions. ]
What's your plan? I'd rather, um. [ He adjusts his cane so the loop falls around his wrist. ] I'd rather keep it with me. But what are you...? I've never really met a superhero before.
(the weirdest part is that there is no 'who the fuck is spider-man', or any comments about the suit - which, well, he's just!! happy about!!)
... Do you know me?!
(but, hey, okay, he can keep the cane, it's fine. one step after the other, they'll make it out. good thing that peter has impeccable balance, so he can support both until they make it to the sand.)
Okay, okay, mhm. First, I just wanna check something, okay?
(because it's all-- so confusing, everyone is all from different places, and if he is from the same interaction as peter, he has gotta know:)
[ That is a lot of relief and joy coming from this kid. Does Matt know him outside the suit? Matt doesn't exactly know a lot of kids. Maybe from church? No, he's sure he'd remember him...
Oh, well. Matt lets the kid hold him and help him up, even leans a little bit on him as he guides him out of this boat. It's extremely bizarre, but a "normal" blind man wouldn't need extra time to get used to the sounds and smells, so he's just gonna deal with it. ]
I mean, I've heard of you. New York is kind of a small town.
[ It most definitely isn't, but then that's a joke if you've ever heard one. He is clearly joking... though his tone goes serious at the mention of the Chitauri attack. ]
Yeah. [ He nods. ] They did. Hell's Kitchen, where I'm from, got hit especially bad.
(he could argue many things here, because it takes him a while to cross all of new york, and he's not even stuck in traffic, like, ever. but instead, he's just relieved. finally, someone who might actually know what he means for once.
all these different peter parkers, different worlds, people who are and aren't of what he knows, it's very disorienting. in fact, this blind man might as well be the nicest sight in days.)
Oh my god! Finally!
(PETER HE JUST SAID HELL'S KITCHEN GOT HIT HARD. NOT THE TIME TO CELEBRATE.)
Okay, so, you're from the same place as I am. The multiverse is real, we got brought to this little weird town called Aldrip with a bunch of people from a bunch of universes, and there's someone saying we committed a bunch of crimes and we're here to repent or something. That's what's going on.
[ Matt definitely crooks another eyebrow at Peter's weird joy, but the spitfire explanation that follows makes much more sense. Well, it doesn't make a ton of sense, really, but this kid's heart rings steady with truth, so there's no denying his words. ]
Slow down, slow down. You kind of lost me at the multiverse.
[ The multiverse shit is. A lot. But he's just not going to ask because any explanation won't make sense, he's sure. But there is something there he knows about— ]
Did you say we've been accused of a crime? And we're supposed to repent?
... I'll explain the multiverse part later, then, yeah.
(peter, slow down. when he first arrived, he was sweating cold enough to freeze his skin, and if someone had just hit him with all of this so fast, he'd also scream internally. okay, he knows what should come next.)
... Yeah. A little robot is going to bring you a parchment, that will say that you committed a crime.
[ Matt's pretty good at rolling with the punches (haha) but he's still working on getting used to all the new sounds and smells that are bombarding him here, never mind wrapping his head around the concept of the multiverse. ]
Thanks.
[ A... a little robot? Is that what that approaching noise is? Because there is indeed a little robot approaching, but Matt doesn't react to it. That would be weird. ]
Who's doing the sentencing? Do people here not go to court when they're accused of a crime?
Nope, you just get sentenced - but that's all I know. I'm new, like you. Just got here-- oh, look, there it is.
(the sound that might truly confirm that he is spiderman is the web that shoots from his armor, and the pull he does on the little robot to catch the parchment.
no harm done to buddy robot. it's put on the sand as if it were a puppy, go, off you go.)
Here-- wait, actually, does it have braille...
(also, sorry, he's curious. the moment matt opens it, he'll give it a quick scan of a read-- VIGILANTISM--)
Wait-- the other masked one-- are you... NO WAY. Dude, that's-- that's insane.
[ Matt has never heard a web but he can perceive that weird ass thing hay just shot out of Spider-Man's wrist so. He is jotting that down as web. What the hell.
But evidently that web has pulled the little robot closer, if Matt's senses are anything to go by. He tilts his head, wondering what it could possibly say... ]
Is that it?
[ Hearing Peter's pulse race doesn't inspire much confidence. It better have braille—Matt holds out his hand for the paper. ]
Uh, your crime. Vigilantism. Name... Matthew Murdock-- age, height, weight... But if you are from New York, Hell's Kitchen, and a vigilante... Dude, are you Daredevil?
(outed so hard, but peter is gonna start pacing now. he's so excited that being still feels like an impossibility, he's just so happy? even if he definitely shouldn't be. he'll ask about the blip in a second, just give him a hot moment here...)
[ Damn, okay, no one's ever... the deal with Foggy definitely didn't go like this. And this kid sounds excited? (Well, he is Spider-Man, is that so hard to believe?
Okay, Matt just needs a second to sort out his thoughts. Vigilantism is pretty hard to deny. And this thing has his name on it? What. What does he even say? ]
How could I be Daredevil? [ Matt gestures at his face -- and the fact that he very much cannot see. Ugh, this kid sounds so excited though. But Matt is Matt. And he isn't going down without a fight. ] That paper can't be right.
[ Matt has to laugh. Okay, kid. Okay. He can tell Peter doesn't have a malicious bone in his body from the way he's reacted so far, and what business does Spider-Man have being an actual teenager? ]
That's not the worst counter-argument I've gotten.
[ He isn't saying yes or no, in other words. But he holds out his hand again. ]
Can I see that paper?
[ Matt could still feel the ink on the paper even if it wasn't written in braille. ]
(however he is daredevil, that matters very little, because peter is jumping, and doing the fist clench of VICTORY, because fuck YES a hero from his world who goes through the same shit he kinda went through who knows the new york he does AND IS FUCKING DAREDEV-
oh, right. he does as he says, at least, handing the paper.)
[ Matt shoots him a smile, pretending he can't perceive Peter's little victory dance. Okay, it might be worth it to tell at least this kid -- if only because he's clearly harmless. Except for the fact that he's Spider-Man. That can't have been easy... ]
Thanks.
[ He takes the paper and runs his hand over it. Whether there's braille or not, Matt can probably read the writing with his super senses. It... does in fact say he's guilty of vigilantism. Fuck.
He frowns. ]
Does, um, does anyone else have to know about these, or are these so-called crimes generally a secret?
(if he had to guess, he'd say it's something kind of like the tingle. the brain senses, the body reacts, and peter just goes along, and that's how he manages to be daredevil lacking his sight. so far, blissfully unaware that his little jingle of victory could be 'seen', but, whatever, he's cool.
but, hey, great job at not being daredevil, that question doesn't hit the nail on the coffin at all.)
As far as I know, sir, only the people who brought you here know know. Kinda like jail, I think.
[ It's ok, Peter, your secret flailing is safe with Matt. It just convinces him further that you're a good boy. ]
Okay. That's... that's better than I would've guessed.
[ It's not nothing. It's better than nothing! Maybe all that praying has amounted to some good luck finally. Matt rolls up the paper and folds it, stashing it into his jacket pocket.
He sighs. ]
Let's start over. [ He holds out his hand for Peter to shake. It is actually a close estimation toward Peter's direction. ] Hi, I'm Matt. I feel like this goes without saying, but you can keep a secret, right, Spider-Man?
(he thinks so, too. not that his crime outs him in any way, it just tells him that he is too trusting, too good, and he-- hasn't had reason to be any less so, and yet, he is not at all interested in having that used against him in any way.
so, it all works out. the armor around his hand retracts, because it must be uncomfortable to shake heads with a metal hand, so it's finally a little bit of peter that matt gets to meet.)
... So I was right. You're like, admitting I was right. Yeah, I can keep it a secret. You're not the only one around here who wears a mask, and I'm not the only one, either, so it's only fair. I'm Peter Parker, Mister Murdock.
[Matt jokes. The truth is he's nervous as hell. His secret identity is very important to him. It's nearly ruined his friendships, never mind his normal life.
But this kid is Spider-Man and he's way too young to be doing this alone. Maybe that, more than anything, makes him yield just a little bit. ]
Nice to meet you, Peter.
[ He shakes his hand. God, he is so young. He can't even knock him for calling him "Mr. Murdock" because, we'll. He is. So young. Who gave this kid spider armor? ]
You were right: I'm Daredevil. And I'm blind—this isn't for show.
[ He raises his cane a bit, "this" meaning his blindness. And he is speaking so carefully, so tensely. He's only saying it because he knows they can't be heard by anyone around them. ]
Yeah, okay, sorry, just-- big fan of your work. Obviously, I mean.
(the excitement is not lost on him, even if now he's an avenger and everything, to find a little piece of home is just... there are no words. a mix of relief, a sprinkle of dread to learn about what might be going on at home, but overall... it feels just like that. home.)
I figured, sir. Like I said, I don't really have reason to think you aren't, with the things I can do, there has got to be someone who also do these things, regardless, right? Did a radioactive bat bite you? Because, trust me, I'd totally buy that.
Appreciate it, Peter. You can just call me Matt, if you want.
[ The "sir" thing is kind of cute, but he's not his intern or anything. He's... well, he's apparently Spider-Man. God, do people know that Queens is being protected by a kid? Matt's glad he could make the kid happy, at least. It's a far cry from the way most people react to his identity. ]
It wasn't a... [ He laughs, waving a hand vaguely. ] It wasn't a bat. It was a chemical spill, back when I was a kid.
[ He pauses. ]
Did a spider bite you? That's how you got your powers?
(the good people of queens have no idea, or if they do, they barely care. they might be able to take it from his voice, at least.
it still feels rather strange to call daredevil by his first name, though. it'll take him a moment. what does feel good is the fact that he steals a chuckle from the other, and that's actually sweet. showing up here is rather stressful, after all.)
A chemical spill? Close enough... Is that-- is that what blinded you, si--Matt.
(WHY IS THIS HARD...)
Yeah. A radioactive spider, a while before the Sokovia Accords.
(does who gave him the suit become clearer now...)
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he lands carefully, as to not disturb much of the wood, although it does get a woah-- from him when there's some swaying.)
Hey, hey, I got you!
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The point is, he's really trying to gain his bearings but between new sounds and smells (he can't be in New York, it smells too clean) he's practically dizzy with overstimulation.
It might be why he doesn't immediately clock "metal sounds and a teenager" until Peter drops in. Wait, how does somebody drop in from— It sounded like— ]
Uh, what?
[ The dark glasses might be a dead giveaway, but just in case, Matt makes sure to turn his head slightly off—to Peter's right. He grips his cane as if to telegraph:Hello, I am blind. He doesn't love playing this card for sympathy, but when you can't see, you can't see. ]
Who's there?
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(the fastest way to get them out is by swinging them out, but if he's already seasick, peter definitely wouldn't want any accidents onto his nice armor. so, instead, cold metal touches him, the shapes of fingers wrap around his forearm.)
Okay, okay, okay. Can I take your cane? You can hold on me until we get to the shore.
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[ Matt's eyebrows climb I to his hairline. Spider-Man?? But he's like. A child. Even if he didn't have super senses, anyone could hear that that's a child, right?
Is Spider-Man a child? What is he doing fighting crime, he should be in school. And the way he says 'it's fine if you don't know me' feels pretty specific. There's something there, something odd.
Odder than metal? Spider-Man has a metal suit? The "image" Matt is getting on his radar sense is so bizarre. It's a good thing his poker face is legendary, because he has so many questions. ]
What's your plan? I'd rather, um. [ He adjusts his cane so the loop falls around his wrist. ] I'd rather keep it with me. But what are you...? I've never really met a superhero before.
[ He's such a comedian. Such. A comedian. ]
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... Do you know me?!
(but, hey, okay, he can keep the cane, it's fine. one step after the other, they'll make it out. good thing that peter has impeccable balance, so he can support both until they make it to the sand.)
Okay, okay, mhm. First, I just wanna check something, okay?
(because it's all-- so confusing, everyone is all from different places, and if he is from the same interaction as peter, he has gotta know:)
Did aliens invade New York in 2012?
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Oh, well. Matt lets the kid hold him and help him up, even leans a little bit on him as he guides him out of this boat. It's extremely bizarre, but a "normal" blind man wouldn't need extra time to get used to the sounds and smells, so he's just gonna deal with it. ]
I mean, I've heard of you. New York is kind of a small town.
[ It most definitely isn't, but then that's a joke if you've ever heard one. He is clearly joking... though his tone goes serious at the mention of the Chitauri attack. ]
Yeah. [ He nods. ] They did. Hell's Kitchen, where I'm from, got hit especially bad.
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(he could argue many things here, because it takes him a while to cross all of new york, and he's not even stuck in traffic, like, ever. but instead, he's just relieved. finally, someone who might actually know what he means for once.
all these different peter parkers, different worlds, people who are and aren't of what he knows, it's very disorienting. in fact, this blind man might as well be the nicest sight in days.)
Oh my god! Finally!
(PETER HE JUST SAID HELL'S KITCHEN GOT HIT HARD. NOT THE TIME TO CELEBRATE.)
Okay, so, you're from the same place as I am. The multiverse is real, we got brought to this little weird town called Aldrip with a bunch of people from a bunch of universes, and there's someone saying we committed a bunch of crimes and we're here to repent or something. That's what's going on.
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Slow down, slow down. You kind of lost me at the multiverse.
[ The multiverse shit is. A lot. But he's just not going to ask because any explanation won't make sense, he's sure. But there is something there he knows about— ]
Did you say we've been accused of a crime? And we're supposed to repent?
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(peter, slow down. when he first arrived, he was sweating cold enough to freeze his skin, and if someone had just hit him with all of this so fast, he'd also scream internally. okay, he knows what should come next.)
... Yeah. A little robot is going to bring you a parchment, that will say that you committed a crime.
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Thanks.
[ A... a little robot? Is that what that approaching noise is? Because there is indeed a little robot approaching, but Matt doesn't react to it. That would be weird. ]
Who's doing the sentencing? Do people here not go to court when they're accused of a crime?
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(the sound that might truly confirm that he is spiderman is the web that shoots from his armor, and the pull he does on the little robot to catch the parchment.
no harm done to buddy robot. it's put on the sand as if it were a puppy, go, off you go.)
Here-- wait, actually, does it have braille...
(also, sorry, he's curious. the moment matt opens it, he'll give it a quick scan of a read-- VIGILANTISM--)
Wait-- the other masked one-- are you... NO WAY. Dude, that's-- that's insane.
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But evidently that web has pulled the little robot closer, if Matt's senses are anything to go by. He tilts his head, wondering what it could possibly say... ]
Is that it?
[ Hearing Peter's pulse race doesn't inspire much confidence. It better have braille—Matt holds out his hand for the paper. ]
What does it say?
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(outed so hard, but peter is gonna start pacing now. he's so excited that being still feels like an impossibility, he's just so happy? even if he definitely shouldn't be. he'll ask about the blip in a second, just give him a hot moment here...)
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Oh shit. ]
I'm what?
[ Damn, okay, no one's ever... the deal with Foggy definitely didn't go like this. And this kid sounds excited? (Well, he is Spider-Man, is that so hard to believe?
Okay, Matt just needs a second to sort out his thoughts. Vigilantism is pretty hard to deny. And this thing has his name on it? What. What does he even say? ]
How could I be Daredevil? [ Matt gestures at his face -- and the fact that he very much cannot see. Ugh, this kid sounds so excited though. But Matt is Matt. And he isn't going down without a fight. ] That paper can't be right.
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(don't tell him then! part of him just wants to get it out of him super quick, like a surprise sweep kick, but hey. he is blind. that card wins.)
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[ Matt has to laugh. Okay, kid. Okay. He can tell Peter doesn't have a malicious bone in his body from the way he's reacted so far, and what business does Spider-Man have being an actual teenager? ]
That's not the worst counter-argument I've gotten.
[ He isn't saying yes or no, in other words. But he holds out his hand again. ]
Can I see that paper?
[ Matt could still feel the ink on the paper even if it wasn't written in braille. ]
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oh, right. he does as he says, at least, handing the paper.)
Oh, yeah, my bad.
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Thanks.
[ He takes the paper and runs his hand over it. Whether there's braille or not, Matt can probably read the writing with his super senses. It... does in fact say he's guilty of vigilantism. Fuck.
He frowns. ]
Does, um, does anyone else have to know about these, or are these so-called crimes generally a secret?
[ How fucked is he? ]
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but, hey, great job at not being daredevil, that question doesn't hit the nail on the coffin at all.)
As far as I know, sir, only the people who brought you here know know. Kinda like jail, I think.
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Okay. That's... that's better than I would've guessed.
[ It's not nothing. It's better than nothing! Maybe all that praying has amounted to some good luck finally. Matt rolls up the paper and folds it, stashing it into his jacket pocket.
He sighs. ]
Let's start over. [ He holds out his hand for Peter to shake. It is actually a close estimation toward Peter's direction. ] Hi, I'm Matt. I feel like this goes without saying, but you can keep a secret, right, Spider-Man?
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so, it all works out. the armor around his hand retracts, because it must be uncomfortable to shake heads with a metal hand, so it's finally a little bit of peter that matt gets to meet.)
... So I was right. You're like, admitting I was right. Yeah, I can keep it a secret. You're not the only one around here who wears a mask, and I'm not the only one, either, so it's only fair. I'm Peter Parker, Mister Murdock.
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[Matt jokes. The truth is he's nervous as hell. His secret identity is very important to him. It's nearly ruined his friendships, never mind his normal life.
But this kid is Spider-Man and he's way too young to be doing this alone. Maybe that, more than anything, makes him yield just a little bit. ]
Nice to meet you, Peter.
[ He shakes his hand. God, he is so young. He can't even knock him for calling him "Mr. Murdock" because, we'll. He is. So young. Who gave this kid spider armor? ]
You were right: I'm Daredevil. And I'm blind—this isn't for show.
[ He raises his cane a bit, "this" meaning his blindness. And he is speaking so carefully, so tensely. He's only saying it because he knows they can't be heard by anyone around them. ]
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(the excitement is not lost on him, even if now he's an avenger and everything, to find a little piece of home is just... there are no words. a mix of relief, a sprinkle of dread to learn about what might be going on at home, but overall... it feels just like that. home.)
I figured, sir. Like I said, I don't really have reason to think you aren't, with the things I can do, there has got to be someone who also do these things, regardless, right? Did a radioactive bat bite you? Because, trust me, I'd totally buy that.
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[ The "sir" thing is kind of cute, but he's not his intern or anything. He's... well, he's apparently Spider-Man. God, do people know that Queens is being protected by a kid? Matt's glad he could make the kid happy, at least. It's a far cry from the way most people react to his identity. ]
It wasn't a... [ He laughs, waving a hand vaguely. ] It wasn't a bat. It was a chemical spill, back when I was a kid.
[ He pauses. ]
Did a spider bite you? That's how you got your powers?
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(the good people of queens have no idea, or if they do, they barely care. they might be able to take it from his voice, at least.
it still feels rather strange to call daredevil by his first name, though. it'll take him a moment. what does feel good is the fact that he steals a chuckle from the other, and that's actually sweet. showing up here is rather stressful, after all.)
A chemical spill? Close enough... Is that-- is that what blinded you, si--Matt.
(WHY IS THIS HARD...)
Yeah. A radioactive spider, a while before the Sokovia Accords.
(does who gave him the suit become clearer now...)
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