[Things got better for Matt. He went back to practicing law. Foggy and Karen even started to joke, "Don't let a building fall on you" before he left. They knew his secret-- his senses. But what they didn't know was that months after he stopped being Daredevil... he went back to being Daredevil. The news didn't always capture it, he was going for low level guys. Then he got over his head.
His relationship with Peter was a strange one. Peter seemed to take the whole city while Matt just stayed in the kitchen. He found a small group of Yakuza (which pissed Matt off, he ran them out of the city twice now). He was watching them. Maybe he should have asked Peter for help. But Matt went ahead and started a fight during a arms deal.
--The thing about Matt's suit is that it was near indestructible. Near. Knives could still penetrate at different angles. It wasn't bulletproof, but it at least stopped them before they pierced his skin.
Peter would find Matt on his couch as per usual when he was injured. Shirtless, stripped down to boxer briefs and blood. He had slashes across his back which made him curl up and face the back of the couch. His front wasn't much better, huge blooming bruises from bullets adorned his chest and arms. Blood poured from a gasp on the side of his mouth and his hands shook.] Peter... I'm sorry. [He turned to face him, sightless eyes looking just past Peter's eyes.] Do not call a doctor.
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His relationship with Peter was a strange one. Peter seemed to take the whole city while Matt just stayed in the kitchen. He found a small group of Yakuza (which pissed Matt off, he ran them out of the city twice now). He was watching them. Maybe he should have asked Peter for help. But Matt went ahead and started a fight during a arms deal.
--The thing about Matt's suit is that it was near indestructible. Near. Knives could still penetrate at different angles. It wasn't bulletproof, but it at least stopped them before they pierced his skin.
Peter would find Matt on his couch as per usual when he was injured. Shirtless, stripped down to boxer briefs and blood. He had slashes across his back which made him curl up and face the back of the couch. His front wasn't much better, huge blooming bruises from bullets adorned his chest and arms. Blood poured from a gasp on the side of his mouth and his hands shook.] Peter... I'm sorry. [He turned to face him, sightless eyes looking just past Peter's eyes.] Do not call a doctor.