"They attacked Matt on the street, not in a home, and the bullet left for you was before the blackout and martial law was put in place," Clint reminded her. Logically, it wouldn't be as big of a win for Fisk if he now attacked Kate in her home, and Fisk needed a big win given the way public opinion was polling with him. People weren't going to buy that there was a continuous string of apartment bombings that just happened to be in the homes of vigilantes by other vigilantes. Being stuck in the past on how things were prior to the martial law being put into place wasn't doing any favors in going forward - if anything, running around changing places all the time was doing half of Fisk's work for him by wearing them down faster than was needed.
He imagined it had more to do with her not leaving Matt behind than the logic of her other arguments. "You can always ask if he wants to stay, too. Either your place or the penthouse is certainly big enough, and in a nice enough area that Fisk would think twice about blowing it up anyway now that the blackout mania is over."
Matt did hear what was going on in the bedroom. What he took away from the concerns voiced was that he was not appearing as a good leader or partner. He was coming across as weak, as broken down, as someone who inspired worry rather than hope. He didn't know how to fix that, he couldn't unwind the clock and fix mistakes when he didn't even know precisely all he'd made.
Clint did make a fair point about Kate going back to her place. Matt only meant to keep her from it the night of the blackout when the task force was operating entirely under the cover of night. Now that there was power in the city again, carrying out daytime assassinations had to be much more carefully plotted than what was done to his apartment. They wouldn't mean nearly as much as taking down vigilantes in the streets. He didn't think anyone was going to barge down Kate's door or Heather's. Today in the streets they had wanted to catch Matt on camera fighting.
His fingers lightly worried over the edge of the blanket on top of him, listening to the breathing going on around him. Claire, on the air mattress in the living room with him. Clint and Kate in the bedroom. Clint and Claire slept lightly, but he could tell Kate was awake. His eyes were open, not that he saw anything, facing upwards towards the ceiling as he heard her go towards the bathroom.
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He imagined it had more to do with her not leaving Matt behind than the logic of her other arguments. "You can always ask if he wants to stay, too. Either your place or the penthouse is certainly big enough, and in a nice enough area that Fisk would think twice about blowing it up anyway now that the blackout mania is over."
Matt did hear what was going on in the bedroom. What he took away from the concerns voiced was that he was not appearing as a good leader or partner. He was coming across as weak, as broken down, as someone who inspired worry rather than hope. He didn't know how to fix that, he couldn't unwind the clock and fix mistakes when he didn't even know precisely all he'd made.
Clint did make a fair point about Kate going back to her place. Matt only meant to keep her from it the night of the blackout when the task force was operating entirely under the cover of night. Now that there was power in the city again, carrying out daytime assassinations had to be much more carefully plotted than what was done to his apartment. They wouldn't mean nearly as much as taking down vigilantes in the streets. He didn't think anyone was going to barge down Kate's door or Heather's. Today in the streets they had wanted to catch Matt on camera fighting.
His fingers lightly worried over the edge of the blanket on top of him, listening to the breathing going on around him. Claire, on the air mattress in the living room with him. Clint and Kate in the bedroom. Clint and Claire slept lightly, but he could tell Kate was awake. His eyes were open, not that he saw anything, facing upwards towards the ceiling as he heard her go towards the bathroom.