Matt heard Kate coming from five miles away. Literally. Her calling signs, her scent and heartbeat, they wavered in and out for Matt as Mary's powers interfered with his senses. It was as if reality couldn't settle on quite what it wanted to be around her. Anguish and turmoil took form, were almost sensatory in the very air. He fought hard against the fire figures dancing on the edges of his radar, tempting him to question what was real and what wasn't.
"I don't want to bring anyone to hell," he finally said, still trying to keep his tone placating.
"No?" Mary sighed at that. "Is that because you don't think we deserve it, or you don't know if you could find your way out afterwards?"
Damn if she didn't sometimes know him too well.
A beat. "I know what's going on with Fisk-" Matt gasped as he said the name, a veil of emotion wrapping around him like a noose. His hands went to his throat, grasping at an invisible band as he fell to his knees. In a croaking voice he pleaded, "Mary..."
"Stop stop stop!" Mary screamed, mostly at herself. She ran over to Matt, and her touch was like fire against him as she pried her own demons off his neck. Her forehead leaned ahead, resting against his helmet for a minute. "Don't say his name. Don't. I can't..." The air shifted. Thickened. Mary warily stood up, her head turning in the direction of someone new.
Kate.
Matt got to his feet, thrusting out a hand. "No. She's a friend."
The words were just enough as the ground began to have ink running up from the cracks. Kate would have found whispering tendrils reaching out for her, tales of past demons prepared to wrap around her like a blanket of death. Worse than death. They paused though, and if she moved carefully between them, she'd find herself where Matt and Mary were at.
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Date: 2025-06-08 09:46 pm (UTC)"I don't want to bring anyone to hell," he finally said, still trying to keep his tone placating.
"No?" Mary sighed at that. "Is that because you don't think we deserve it, or you don't know if you could find your way out afterwards?"
Damn if she didn't sometimes know him too well.
A beat. "I know what's going on with Fisk-" Matt gasped as he said the name, a veil of emotion wrapping around him like a noose. His hands went to his throat, grasping at an invisible band as he fell to his knees. In a croaking voice he pleaded, "Mary..."
"Stop stop stop!" Mary screamed, mostly at herself. She ran over to Matt, and her touch was like fire against him as she pried her own demons off his neck. Her forehead leaned ahead, resting against his helmet for a minute. "Don't say his name. Don't. I can't..." The air shifted. Thickened. Mary warily stood up, her head turning in the direction of someone new.
Kate.
Matt got to his feet, thrusting out a hand. "No. She's a friend."
The words were just enough as the ground began to have ink running up from the cracks. Kate would have found whispering tendrils reaching out for her, tales of past demons prepared to wrap around her like a blanket of death. Worse than death. They paused though, and if she moved carefully between them, she'd find herself where Matt and Mary were at.