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hurt/comfort. @takesabeating

[stevegrogers]

"Honey! I'm home!" Steve called out with a soft laugh as he made his way into Matt's apartment. Temporarily, their apartment until he found one of his own and managed to overcome some of his 'issues'. Being a civilian proved more of a challenge than he would have ever anticipated but at least he stopped screaming awake from nightmares of bloody battlefields every night. They tended to happen every now and again but not as frequently.

He dropped the bags onto the countertop, another form of progress! He managed to leave the apartment and make it to the grocery store all on his own. No episodes or anything. It filled him with pride but he knew he still had a long way to go and if he talked to someone it probably would have helped.

Therapy didn't work for him, though, and he flat out refused to discuss his 'problems' with a stranger. Moving towards the living room, he paused right in his tracks at the sight meeting his eyes. "Matt!" he voiced, arriving quickly to his best friend's side. "What in the hell happened to you?" The bruising around his eye looked nasty, the very same with all the cuts. The dried up blood made him frown. How long had Matt been hurting? The entire time he went out? He should have never left! "Let me get the first aid kit but you better talk right now."

[takesabeating]

Normally Steve's greeting would have been met with a peal of laughter, maybe along with a joke in return or, if Matt was feeling really feisty, a dish towel to the head. Not tonight. Tonight, Matt's too busy concentrating on taking slow, painful breaths as he holds a wadded-up t-shirt against a deep cut on his arm. The others injuries have mostly stopped bleeding, but he's pretty sure that one will need stitches.

"I'm fine." Damn Steve and his impeccable timing. Getting out of this is going to take a level of deception Matt isn't sure he's willing to stoop to. Not with his dearest friend. "There's a bottle of aspirin next to it."

[stevegrogers]

Returning with the first aid kit and the aspirin, Steve's eyes narrowed. "How about you try the truth this time and see where we end up?" Steve responded, plucking out some aesthetic wipes to clean up the cuts, some of them looked rather terrible and he didn't understand. Did someone come after Matt? Who would beat up someone blind? Talk about an unfair advantage and while Matt's profession held a lot of possible danger to it, he never thought something to this extent could happen.

"Who did this to you? Where are Karen and Fr-Foggy?" Steve continued, kneeling next to Matt to work on his face, placing a few bandages with gentle fingers. The cut on his arm concerned him most and didn't seem to want to stop bleeding. "Matt, you might need stitches." He let out a faint breath. "I could do it. I've got some medical training from being out on the field but it'll really hurt."

He could get by with most minor injuries and burns but certainly wouldn't replace the expertise of a well trained doctor.

[takesabeating]

The way Matt closes his eyes and drops his chin is as good as an admission that he's withholding something from Steve. This isn't the way he wanted to explain it, but he really hadn't come up with any kind of plan to do that at all. So he supposes that whatever he gets, it'll be what he deserves.

God, his best friend is never going to talk to him again after this.

"They weren't with me, I'm sure they're safe at home." Maybe he can skip over the 'who' part of the question, because that's going to be a long story, and Steve probably isn't going to like it at all. He holds still while his face is tended to, giving a long sigh and a nod when the subject of stitches comes up. "It's okay, I'm used to it. Can do it myself if you'd rather not."

He nudges Steve away a little bit, just enough to carefully peel his shirt off over his head to reveal more than just a couple scars.

[stevegrogers]

With how long they've known each other, Steve recognized all of Matt's tells and it gripped cold dread in the pit of his stomach as he took in a few of them. Matt should have explained things to him already and the fact he hadn't made him worry even more. It had to be something terrible and, oh, he felt sick. Did someone target him? Someone angry for a way a case went? Why couldn't Matt have picked a nicer and safe career path? Maybe he couldn't really argue there given his choices and paths he went down but the serum helped him.

Matt didn't have the same luxury.

"I can do --" The rest of the words slipped right away as his eyes took in the multitude of scars on Matt's body. No, absolutely not.

Letting out a rush of breath, Steve nearly dropped the needle he just picked up. "I mean it, Matt, tell me what in the hell is going on right now. What happened? Not just NOW but with all of those scars." He felt anger bubbling up within him but he tried to swallow it all down. Matt wouldn't lie to him. He wouldn't.

@takesabeating.

[stevegrogers]

[ continued from x ]

Oh, okay is that how things work now?
Let's remember this when you show up barely able to drag yourself to the couch.
I heal faster than you do, let's also remember that.

[takesabeating]

Because you're so cool and collected and not at all a huge fussbudget when I come home injured.

And healing faster still doesn't mean you can't be killed!

[stevegrogers]

To be fair, it happens like practically ONCE a week.

Well, nothing has managed it so far, has it?

[takesabeating]

I go out and fight with criminals every night, once a week is good results!

That's the stupidest argument I've ever heard, Steven Rogers, and I am a lawyer, I've heard a lot of them.

[stevegrogers]

Not when you can barely walk.
Or when someone has to come fetch you and drag you back.

Don't almost full name me, Matthew Murdock.

I'll come by when I'm done to what was it one bandaid?

@essaywriter.

[wreckshavoc]

[ continued from x ]

let this be a cautionary tale for you to not drink too much. if you do, you might just end up drinking toilet water.

[essaywriter]

Whatever happened to just calling a cab for people?

Are those more civilized days so far gone?

[wreckshavoc]

You're so concerned about this, B.

You need to relax here.

[essaywriter]

... Just promise me you'd give me tap or nothing, in the future.

[wreckshavoc]

B. Coop. You should know you're always the exception. I'd give you nothing but the best of everything.

@glaza

[stevegrogers]

[ continued from x ]

That has yet to be seen, Nat.

You want to go on an actual road trip?

Like just for fun? Not for hunting bad guys?

@mucked

[stevegrogers]

[ continued from x ]

You have to have your fun somehow, huh?

It's basically that you lick alcohol off the person's body.

[mucked]

And logic dictates that, since you're not about to be getting drunk any time soon, you're proposing that it's your body that will be getting licked.

[ look -- she's not complaining. the idea holds intrigue. ]

Is that right?

[stevegrogers]

[ he couldn't help but to smile faintly. there were probably plenty of 'new' things they hadn't attempted yet. ]

I'm just saying it might be an experience. It can go both ways if you do not mind getting sticky.

The only way to really understand the culture is to try things of it.

[mucked]

I think I can make my peace with getting a little sticky.

[ if you squint, perhaps, it's rather flirtatiously said. ]

[stevegrogers]

Does this mean you want to go first?

[ excited? steve? only a tad. ]

@fibbery

[withbrood]

[ continued from x ]

Remember you said you like mine too. This can go both ways.
I'm supposed to take things seriously. There's always a lot going on.
Your smile is better.
Okay, good. People have a tendency to hold things back from me.
Thinking I can't handle it.

[fibbery]

I definitely like the sound of that.
You're allowed to be happy, and if anyone thinks it makes you any less serious about your duties, they don't know you at all.
There are a lot of reasons why someone might not share something, it doesn't always mean anything about they think of you.

[withbrood]

I have things in mind.
The Institute is used to how my parents did things.
No, I don't accept that. Secrets tear everything apart.
Eventually, it comes out and then you've got betrayal to deal with too.

[fibbery]

Oh? Care to share?
Now they'll have to get used to how you do things. And I have complete faith you will do them better than they ever did.
What if that person is afraid? It's not always simple to share things you've held close to you for years, or with someone you're worried of losing. But I do admire your honesty. And your bravery, too.