Pietro picked himself up off the floor and cast an angry look at the slim
figure in front of him. Wanda walked into another room, and came back with
some gauze and began to wrap Murdock's hand. Meanwhile the toad was
turning his head this way and that looking at the figure in an odd fashion.
Suddenly recognition flew across his amphibian face and he dashed up to
his room. With speed to interest Pietro, he bounded back down the stairs
and was about to hit the trainer in the chest when he stepped aside. Todd
looked up at him and said, "Yo, Mr. Devil, can I get ya autograph. I
thought you was dead. But you aint you alive!"
"So that explains it," Pietro said as he took in what he had heard from the frog, "So you are some sort of demon? No wonder you could dodge me."
"No," Murdock said, "he has me confused with my father, Jack "the Devil" Murdock, a boxer. I am Mathew Murdock. I am a lawyer, and I am known as The Dare Devil. And I was able to dodge you because you are predictable." Most looked upon him with admiration.
"Can I get yo autograph anyway," asked Toad, "I aint neva met no one from Hell's Kitchen who actually became somebody."
Matt turned his face to toad, put his sunglasses back on, and said, "No."
He stepped in front of them and shifted gears, "Listen, today I will test you. I need to know what kind of training you all need. Tomorrow will start the actual training. You will be ready and standing at the base of those stairs at five AM, or you will be woken rudely. Is that understood?" Not one person was happy with the Daredevil's proclamation, but after seeing his dealing with Pietro none wish to anger him.
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Peter navigated his way through the halls. It was between his first and second period. He was standing at his locker when who should come-up beside him but the ravishing red-head who had driven him this morning., "Hey, Jean"
"Oh, hey Peter. I guess we're neighbors," she said pointing at he locker next to his. They began talking about his biology class and how bored they both were in that, when Jean heard a familiar voice come and hang itself into their conversation, "You know you ought to be more careful about who you hang out with, new-guy," Taryn stated dripping with distaste for Jean, "this is one of those radioactive freakoid mutants."
Jean's face burned bright red. Looking from Jean to Taryn, Peter could tell that the two had once been friends. He decided to bait the girl a bit, "Oh, really, she looks normal to me." He started putting on his sweet routine that used to be his standard mode.
Taryn moved in, she could tell Jean like this boy. And any man Jean like had to be taken. "Yeah, but she and all her friends are mutant monsters," Taryn began to lean in to Peter; she didn't realize how close she was.
"Aw, now a nice girl like you wouldn't try to befriend someone like that would you?" Taryn shook her head, smiling in victory. "Then back off Bitch," Peter said harshly," Taryn stepped back and looked at him, he was sticking to the front of the lockers. She jumped back as if Peter had shocked her. Everyone was laughing.
As Taryn ran from the scene in a fury, Jean leaned on Peter and said, "God, I have been waiting for someone to get her since she dumped Scott!" Throughout the day Peter continued getting congratulated for his burn by the other mutants. All in all it wasn't a bad way to start off. He thought he was in trouble at lunch though when Scott actually pulled him aside.
"hey I heard about what you did for Jean this morning. Thanks,"
"No prob. Um, Scott I have been wanting to ask you about something."
"What is my relationship with Jean?" Scott supplied.
"yeah, you two seem really close. Are you dating?"
"No, we are just best friends. The absolute best. As in if you hurt her I will be forced to look me in the eye."
"got ya. I take it that that is what you wanted to talk to me about."
"Yup."
"I would never hurt her. . . on purpose." Peter fidgeted. He then looked at Scott's glasses and asked, "How do you know what its like to spill innocent blood?"
"When I was ten, my parents and I were in a plane crash. The pushed my brother and I out in the only parachute. We hit hard and I suffered brain damage. It was the part of my brain that keeps the beams in check. When I woke up in the hospital three weeks later, I opened my eyes, and fifty people died. It wasn't until the professor found me three months later that I was able to open my eyes without hurting people."
Peter knew that friends in his life who could actually understand what he had been through were rare. He wasn't going to hurt Jean or Scott. He needed friends.
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later on that night.
A thunder storm had stirred up. Most of the Brotherhood made jokes about Storm being on her period, and such. On the roof, Matt Murdock sat and listened. He could hear everything happening in the house. So he wasn't surprised when a young woman stuck her head out the window as she climbed out. "hello."
"Hey," the girl said. She pulled her jacket tighter around her. She liked thunderstorms. They reminded her of how she felt inside. She looked at the stranger that they were now welcoming. She knew he was blind, but she could swear he was looking around. "what are you doing out here?"
"I like thunderstorms," he said. "My hearing is sensitive enough to give me sort of a sonar. So that when the thunder goes off, I get a nice picture of what the area must look like. I also like the rain. Same reason. Its about to rain you know."
"How do you. . ." she began but she stopped as tiny patters of rain started to fall.
"So what brings you out here Wanda?" Matt asked.
"Thunderstorms remind me of myself. Rumbling and dangerous. Looking for a target."
"And what is your target kid."
"My father. He dumped me at a psyche hospital when I was eight. He will pay for that hell. And where do you get off calling me 'kid' how the hell old are you?"
she took in his features, his blank eyes, his simple understated jaw. He was handsome, but not a teen. "twenty eight," he said. "you know you are too young to have so much hate," and then without thinking he added, "and too pretty."
She did a double take. Did he just call her "pretty"? Was he hitting on her? No he couldn't be. He was a decade older than her. But still she had to admit. This was the first man she had met that she actually felt attracted to.
They sat in silence as the thunder and the rain filled the air. Both watching for their own reasons. Both enjoying the others company. As the rain stopped, he turned to head in. at the window he turned back to her and said, "I wasn't kidding I am expecting you to be ready at five. "whatever," she said simply. She watched him go back in the house. And looked up in the sky. She thought to herself, "why is it those stars make up his face?"
There you have it, please let me know what you think. Try it please.
"So that explains it," Pietro said as he took in what he had heard from the frog, "So you are some sort of demon? No wonder you could dodge me."
"No," Murdock said, "he has me confused with my father, Jack "the Devil" Murdock, a boxer. I am Mathew Murdock. I am a lawyer, and I am known as The Dare Devil. And I was able to dodge you because you are predictable." Most looked upon him with admiration.
"Can I get yo autograph anyway," asked Toad, "I aint neva met no one from Hell's Kitchen who actually became somebody."
Matt turned his face to toad, put his sunglasses back on, and said, "No."
He stepped in front of them and shifted gears, "Listen, today I will test you. I need to know what kind of training you all need. Tomorrow will start the actual training. You will be ready and standing at the base of those stairs at five AM, or you will be woken rudely. Is that understood?" Not one person was happy with the Daredevil's proclamation, but after seeing his dealing with Pietro none wish to anger him.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Peter navigated his way through the halls. It was between his first and second period. He was standing at his locker when who should come-up beside him but the ravishing red-head who had driven him this morning., "Hey, Jean"
"Oh, hey Peter. I guess we're neighbors," she said pointing at he locker next to his. They began talking about his biology class and how bored they both were in that, when Jean heard a familiar voice come and hang itself into their conversation, "You know you ought to be more careful about who you hang out with, new-guy," Taryn stated dripping with distaste for Jean, "this is one of those radioactive freakoid mutants."
Jean's face burned bright red. Looking from Jean to Taryn, Peter could tell that the two had once been friends. He decided to bait the girl a bit, "Oh, really, she looks normal to me." He started putting on his sweet routine that used to be his standard mode.
Taryn moved in, she could tell Jean like this boy. And any man Jean like had to be taken. "Yeah, but she and all her friends are mutant monsters," Taryn began to lean in to Peter; she didn't realize how close she was.
"Aw, now a nice girl like you wouldn't try to befriend someone like that would you?" Taryn shook her head, smiling in victory. "Then back off Bitch," Peter said harshly," Taryn stepped back and looked at him, he was sticking to the front of the lockers. She jumped back as if Peter had shocked her. Everyone was laughing.
As Taryn ran from the scene in a fury, Jean leaned on Peter and said, "God, I have been waiting for someone to get her since she dumped Scott!" Throughout the day Peter continued getting congratulated for his burn by the other mutants. All in all it wasn't a bad way to start off. He thought he was in trouble at lunch though when Scott actually pulled him aside.
"hey I heard about what you did for Jean this morning. Thanks,"
"No prob. Um, Scott I have been wanting to ask you about something."
"What is my relationship with Jean?" Scott supplied.
"yeah, you two seem really close. Are you dating?"
"No, we are just best friends. The absolute best. As in if you hurt her I will be forced to look me in the eye."
"got ya. I take it that that is what you wanted to talk to me about."
"Yup."
"I would never hurt her. . . on purpose." Peter fidgeted. He then looked at Scott's glasses and asked, "How do you know what its like to spill innocent blood?"
"When I was ten, my parents and I were in a plane crash. The pushed my brother and I out in the only parachute. We hit hard and I suffered brain damage. It was the part of my brain that keeps the beams in check. When I woke up in the hospital three weeks later, I opened my eyes, and fifty people died. It wasn't until the professor found me three months later that I was able to open my eyes without hurting people."
Peter knew that friends in his life who could actually understand what he had been through were rare. He wasn't going to hurt Jean or Scott. He needed friends.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
later on that night.
A thunder storm had stirred up. Most of the Brotherhood made jokes about Storm being on her period, and such. On the roof, Matt Murdock sat and listened. He could hear everything happening in the house. So he wasn't surprised when a young woman stuck her head out the window as she climbed out. "hello."
"Hey," the girl said. She pulled her jacket tighter around her. She liked thunderstorms. They reminded her of how she felt inside. She looked at the stranger that they were now welcoming. She knew he was blind, but she could swear he was looking around. "what are you doing out here?"
"I like thunderstorms," he said. "My hearing is sensitive enough to give me sort of a sonar. So that when the thunder goes off, I get a nice picture of what the area must look like. I also like the rain. Same reason. Its about to rain you know."
"How do you. . ." she began but she stopped as tiny patters of rain started to fall.
"So what brings you out here Wanda?" Matt asked.
"Thunderstorms remind me of myself. Rumbling and dangerous. Looking for a target."
"And what is your target kid."
"My father. He dumped me at a psyche hospital when I was eight. He will pay for that hell. And where do you get off calling me 'kid' how the hell old are you?"
she took in his features, his blank eyes, his simple understated jaw. He was handsome, but not a teen. "twenty eight," he said. "you know you are too young to have so much hate," and then without thinking he added, "and too pretty."
She did a double take. Did he just call her "pretty"? Was he hitting on her? No he couldn't be. He was a decade older than her. But still she had to admit. This was the first man she had met that she actually felt attracted to.
They sat in silence as the thunder and the rain filled the air. Both watching for their own reasons. Both enjoying the others company. As the rain stopped, he turned to head in. at the window he turned back to her and said, "I wasn't kidding I am expecting you to be ready at five. "whatever," she said simply. She watched him go back in the house. And looked up in the sky. She thought to herself, "why is it those stars make up his face?"
There you have it, please let me know what you think. Try it please.