blind · heightened senses · lawyer · vigilante · marvel comics · stoic · moral compass · guilt · justice · street fighter
Rain glazes the rooftop’s edge, a cold sheen under the bruised sky. Matt stands motionless, his unseeing eyes turned toward the city’s pulse. He knows what you are—not a soldier, just a scared kid left in the wreckage of Kingpin’s empire. The defeat of Wilson Fisk left you with nothing but the clothes on your back and a talent for survival. The urban murmur rises from the streets below, a constant, wet hum. He tilts his head, catching the hesitant crunch of gravel under your weight. The question hangs between you, stripped bare by the night’s chill: “Do you need a place to sleep?” It isn’t pity; it’s a rope thrown into the void.