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hawk_shot: by hypoplasias (inwards)

[personal profile] hawk_shot 2025-05-29 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Kate had heard many things about Jack Murdock, with Matt mentioning that he had some shortcomings even though he was a fabulous dad. But Kate had never ever imagined that he might have commited the same mistake her own father did. Both had lost their lives for different reasons, but Derek had gambled with his family's destiny.

Matt had a point, though. Most people probably had a hard time realizing their parents weren't great. "Yeah. Now I understand my mom a little better, at least. She had to make some really hard choices. Even if she fucked up massively."

She rested her head on his shoulder, finding a strange comfort in feeling like she and Matt almost shared something in this experience.

"Yeah, that doesn't sound too bad. And if you ever needed to touch his face again, you could visit his family and do it." Would it be weird for Foggy's parents? No, they would probably understand why something like that would be special to Matt. "Hey, if you could afford to get me a squishy dumpling, I can afford this for you."

She needed a photo of Matt's dad, though. Kate wanted him to remember what his dad's face was like.
hawk_shot: by sousaphone (head down)

[personal profile] hawk_shot 2025-05-30 12:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Interesting indeed. Since Mother's Day, Cherry had pulled some strings to help Eleanor find a safehouse. Although, Kate was not aware of the means Eleanor had used to afford it, neither did she know many details of where her mom was staying.

At Matt's question, Kate became a little silent, turning to stir the noddles as she stepped away from him briefly. "Just, mostly small talk. Checking on her. I've kinda... Ignored her last messages." Things had been busy, Kate had too much to worry about. Focusing on the city, on their task, that was much easier than working on unresolved feelings and unfinished conversations.

She returned to Matt's side, not able to ignore how he had called Eleanor 'interesting'. She knew that tone. "Did my mom say anything wrong to you when you talked in the kitchen?" Kate had not dared to bring it up before, but now she definitely needed to know.

As Matt leaned towards her and took her hand, Kate was only mildly surprised. Briefly. She smiled, leaning closer to his side and resting her cheek on his shoulder.

"It's nothing," she argued, even though her voice was soft like velvet. "It's easy to be kind to you."

Kate would give him anything, if only Matt asked.
hawk_shot: by sousaphone (le sigh)

[personal profile] hawk_shot 2025-05-31 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)
It startles Kate a little. Because even though she was expecting Matt to be as objective as possible when talking about her mom, she never though his words would ever confuse her. But it really catches her completely by susprise. Did he actually compare Eleanor Bishop to Frank Castle and his old mentor?

Aren't those men completely ruthless? Murderers...

It makes her heart sink, as little by little she starts understanding what Matt means.

Almost. "How could she possibly help?" Kate shakes her head instantly. "That would be stupid. I mean, she's on the run right now." She waved her hand around, almost as if she was physically searching or answers. "We're being freaking careful about everything we spend money on and what's she gonna do? Use our money to let the cops know where she is and Fisk realize we suddenly have a brand new flame thrower?" Kate ranted, suddenly the frustration she used to feel about her mom simmering inside of her again.

"It's stupid," she sighed.

God, she can't keep avoiding her mom. But right now it feels like the best thing she could possibly do.

Taking a deep breath, she hid her face against Matt's shoulder, squeezing his hand a little harder as he held hers.

As he joked, she finally snorted, almost against her will. "Maybe be kind after I get some 5 extra minutes of sleep."
hawk_shot: by sousaphone (pretending I cant hear you)

[personal profile] hawk_shot 2025-06-01 07:59 am (UTC)(link)
Quiet, Kate tried to picture both Matt and her mother in Claire's kitchen. The one place that had worked as some sort of an oasis in a very scary morning. Matt had pulled Kate aside, giving her a hug as they both finally seemed to be able to take a breath from everything that they went through. Not so unlike this last night.

Matt was like a lifeline sometimes. He was proof of the real value of having a good partner. They could get through anything together, she firmly believe in that now.

"... You think she was trying to manipulate you?" It was hard to know. Maybe Eleanor wanted Matt to be on her good side. Buy him. Because that was how Eleanor Bishop solved things: with money. Get others to do the dirty work. Kill a man or buy the one that might sweeten the deal to her daughter. "You know. Convince you with giving you enough money to solve our worries or whatever. Getting you on her side."

That's what this turned into? Sides? Teams? Kate realized, she still didn't trust her mom. As happy as she'd been when she got to see her again,

The noddles were clearly boiling now and judging the smell filling the kitchen now, they were getting overcooked. "Shit!" Startled, Kate remembered them and disentangled herself from Matt, going to check on them.
hawk_shot: by piffles (kicked puppy look)

[personal profile] hawk_shot 2025-06-02 04:06 pm (UTC)(link)
It was a shadow that had taken over her heart, that bitterness that sometimes replaced the pain and bled even more profusely. That is the thing about trust when you're deeply wounded. Kate's love for her mother screamed for second chances, but in her mind Kate couldn't help but question every word, every action, from the small to the big gestures.

She looked up at Matt, the worried creases on her face vanishing as he mentioned he didn't sense her mother had been lying. It took a moment of processing his words, how he believed Eleanor truly wanted nothing but to do things right by her daughter. Could her mom actually help somehow? What if she ends up locked up and in danger again? "... Sorry you got caught up in the middle of this." A messenger of sorts.

In a hurry to pour the noddles into bolws, Kate almost forgot about the pizza rolls. "Shit,"she hissed, splashing a little broth around before she rushed to check the rolls and get them out of the oven. "Huh... They're kind of on the crispy side." She confessed with clear disappointment.

Great. She wanted to give Matt a fun junk-food meal. Instead, she was giving him overcooked noodles and toasted pizza rolls.

At least Lucky seemed excited. "Sorry, bud. You heard the vet. Dog treats for you." Sighing as she was definitely disappointed with herself, Kate found the bag of treats and came to Matt, taking his hand and handing them to him. She reached in a cabinet and took out some dishes, ready to plate the rolls.