Comments | marvel_mansion: Something's Cooking In The Kitchen Tonight

blindlaw in marvel_mansion

Something's Cooking In The Kitchen Tonight

Oct 10, 2007 23:15

Matt sniffed his efforts with a critical nose. He was trying to go the extra mile by way of an apology to Natasha. They were always finding something to get under each other's skins and this time around it was him who felt guilty, felt the need to atone for his tone, for his words ( Read more... )

daredevil, "catastroika", black widow, red room

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barwithnoname October 11 2007, 23:24:28 UTC

The sound of footsteps, several of them, come from the fire-escape outside Matt's window. Who ever these people are, they're making an effort to be quiet. Quiet enough that most normal people couldn't hear their approach.

At the same time, more quiet footsteps are out in the hall, and stop in front of Matt's door.

The sound of whispers by each group.

Then silence.

Which is shattered when the window is broken, and a tear gas grenade is tossed in.

blindlaw October 12 2007, 01:23:04 UTC

The tear gas spewed its toxic chemical all throughout Matt's apartment. Matt, his useless eyes watering and his lungs starting to burn from the chemicals wrapped a dish towel around his nose and mouth before going in search of the offending grenade.

barwithnoname October 12 2007, 01:35:08 UTC

Two men, wearing gas masks, enter from the window. Another pair come in through the front door.

They have guns on them, but are currently holding billy clubs. They have orders to take him alive, and were told that their target is extremely dangerous. Not that they cared.

After all, how much trouble one blind guy can be?

blindlaw October 12 2007, 01:42:57 UTC

Plenty.

Haven't they seen Zaitoichi?

Matt smiled under his impromptu mask. Gas masks. Just what he needed. He didn't have a weapon to hand and his cane was leaning against the wall near his front door. Too far to go get it now. He'd just have to improvise.

The first intruder Matt lured in by coughing and hacking for a bit and precisely at the right time his fingertips speared out towards the enemy's solar plexus. Full-force, no holding back. If he couldn't breathe easily, neither could they.

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redheadspy October 15 2007, 00:32:41 UTC

The call wasn't completely unexpected, but when she saw who was calling she let it go to voicemail. Matt. The last person she wanted to deal with at the moment. She savored her cup of coffee, not Starbucks, for a little while before she finally gave in and listened to the message ( ... )