Waiting
"—supposed to wait for my calls, then listen…Not call me…"
He thought it sounded like a good enough quip, fed up and tired as he was, at 2:45 am, worrying over what exactly Matt Murdock planned to do in Europe.
Ben Urich hung up the phone in frustration, wondering again if this was Wilson Fisk's way of telling him that his house was being watched, that he had already begun to plot his revenge for being hit across the head. Ben, sat back, dully watching the T.V., anger, and fear for his family and friend playing in his mind, until he noticed a small figure in the shadows.
He sat up in the chair. "Timmy?" he called, and the boy took a hesitant step forward to him.
"It's late." he remarked, lifting him up on his lap, where Timmy fidgeted with the Spider-Man toy clutched tightly in a small hand.
"What are you doing up?" Timmy stared up at him for a moment, saying nothing. It had been a challenge to get him to speak up at times, as if he were afraid still of saying something wrong and being hurt for it. "Hey, Timmy, it's alright to talk to me.." he began in a gentle tone, before the boy shifted and blurted out,
"Is Daredevil going to be ok?"
Ben paused, not sure how he should answer. Truthfully, no, Matt Murdock may get himself killed hunting for revenge—or what he calls it, 'justice.'
"Of course, Timmy, don't wo—" but, he frowns, debating on whether or not to simply lie and send him off to bed, or give him the truth, or part of it. Ben didn't want to frighten him, and as he held his son, he heard the Kingpin, saw the FBI director threatening him with jail and knew he had endangered his family and himself with his actions.
Timmy is waiting, observing his face, silently, the Spider-Man toy held defensively in front of him. Ben hesitantly pulls him a little closer, making sure he is comfortable,
"This is, all a mess, honestly, Daredevil may not be ok…but let's both try to have a little faith in him. He's had bad days, and he just had some of the worst days in years, but—you know, Timmy, heroes, they overcome these terrible things…hopefully, he'll be back, he'll be alright, promise."
The child nodded sagely, "Ok..I can't help him, can I?"
"No one can, not right now."