Chapter Six: Switching Roles
Charlie arrived at Matt's house twenty minutes later. He walked to the front door. Matt had told him where the spare key was, and Charlie found it quickly. He let himself in.
The house was dark. There were no lamps, understandable, but still, for some reason, Charlie found himself noticing the lack. The overhead lights were the only source of light. They cast a comforting glow over the furniture. Matt's house was nicely furnished. Not too gaudy, but not shabby. It was obviously lived in, but in good repair; Charlie felt instantly welcome.
Matt arrived fifteen minutes later. He was carrying a briefcase and an armful of files, he looked wary. "Good choice!" He called, as soon as he opened the door. Clearly he had heard Charlie.
Charlie jumped up from the couch, where he had been listening to the radio. "Do you want me to carry anything?" He asked when he saw Matt.
"No thanks, I'm good." Matt replied, dropping the briefcase and files on the table. "What do you think? I'm sorry I don't have a guest room, I don't get many visitors, but the couch is pretty comfortable. Make yourself at home."
Charlie smiled. "The couch is fine, thanks. The house is great."
"Would you like a cup of tea, or perhaps some coffee? I'll start making dinner as soon as I put this stuff away. Be right back." Matt replied, picking the stuff up again. He left the room, coming back a few minutes later, clapping his hands as he said, "Okay, what would you like for dinner?"
"What ever you want. Do you want me to do anything?"
"I want you to relax." Matt said, leading the way to the kitchen.
Charlie followed Matt into a large kitchen. He sat down on a bar stool, looking at Matt..
While Matt cooked, Charlie talked about himself. He told Matt about his family, his education, and his job. While he was talking Matt nodded, and laughed all at the right times. Soon, Matt told him it was time to eat.
They sat at the small table, enjoying the food and the company. When they had both finished, Matt said, "I'm going out tonight. Stay inside, and don't let anyone in. I'll be back as soon as I can. Don't wait up."
Charlie stared at him. For an hour, he had forgotten that Matt was Daredevil. He didn't try to dissuade him. "Fine. Just be careful."
"I always am." Matt said, as he started to clear the table. He waited to make sure Charlie was comfortable, and then went upstairs. He came back down a few minutes later dressed in his costume.
Charlie stared at the impressive man. Then Daredevil spoke: "I'm going. Bye." With that, he was gone.
