sixthiterationlogs | (CLOSED) I'm not proud of my address in the torn up town.

That noise Matt makes sounds suspiciously like giggling. He brushes his lips over her jaw and runs his fingertips down her bare skin, over her curves , rubbing the inside of his leg against the outside of her thigh as he pulls her a little further up his crotch. He's sporting something ambiguous that could be bedhead or just-got-fucked-head, wearing nothing but a sheet that doesn't chafe and her body artfully draped over his.

The knocking makes him stop and turn his head. Small moments like the complete inability to tell who it is still make him miss what he used to be able to do. Matt swallows and turns back to face Elektra, brushing his morning stubble against her cheek.

"Don't answer it," he whines, a soft needy whisper against her ear. He's refusing to let her go.

If it weren't for that distinct code, she would have ignored it. Lazy mornings and afternoons--- really any time of day are nothing new for them. That doesn't mean Elektra doesn't want to milk this for all it's worth. An eternity of them staying in this room together wouldn't be enough for her. She can hit pause for exactly two people. Unfortunately for Matt this is one of them.

"It's Francis." Elektra informs him in a mumble as she starts to untangle herself from him reluctantly. As usual Matthew makes a compelling argument for her to do nothing without having to say a single word. She presses a kiss against his collarbone anyways as she makes the last insistent push away from him to grab some clothing. She can care less who sees her in a state of undress, but she thinks the men in this scenario won't be quite as indifferent.

She ends up yanking on her jeans and a long sleeved shirt that could honestly belong to her or Matthew. She can never keep track. It takes her no time to dress which shouldn't be a surprise to Matthew at the very least. She strides up to the door without bothering with any apologies over the small wait, messy hair, bare feet, or that she couldn't be bothered to put on a bra. "Hello, Francis." She smiles like a kid at Christmas once she catches sight of what's in his arms. "Thank you for not making me regret getting out of bed for this." She steps aside. "Please feel to come in while our Matthew gets decent." God knows she's not going to bother. He gets what he gets with her.

He knows Elektra won't leave him hanging and he's a pretty patient person overall, let alone with people he actually tolerates. The second the door opens Aretha is barging inside and Frank rolls his eyes even while he fixes a fond gaze on the person he knew would open the door. Remind him to stop trying to do nice things for Matt, it literally never works out for him. He nods in greeting, gaze sparkling with bemusement at her rumbled hair and clothing when she's usually perfectly on point. Frank just takes it as her being comfortable around him, and who doesn't want that from their ninja assassin neighbor.

"I know better than to waste your time," he points out even as he leans in to kiss the rise of her cheek. He doesn't linger though, allowing her to shut the door behind him as he goes to the table to unpack the goodies he brought. In addition to all the foodstuffs, there are two sets of scarves, mittens and hats that match his except in bright red (his are, naturally, teal.) His hair is hopeless static as he pulls his hat off next, not bothering to smooth it since apparently this is a super casual weekday situation. "You sure he can manage on his own?" He's not about to check on him or anything, but only because Elektra is here to scold him if he babies Matt too much.

Matt makes a soft fake sob as she gets up out of bed and leaves him there. He rolls over, taking the sheets with him, bare thigh and back exposed to the chill. It takes him a bit longer to get out, mostly because it takes a bit to find his pants but he can't find his shirt. And he stubbornly refuses to let Elektra dress him even when she does stick around and try to help, so she's wisely given up and left him to figure it out.

Eventually Matt would come crawling over admitting he could use a hand, but not today. Today he just makes his way over towards the sounds of their voices wearing only his pants. For the first time in a long, long time, Matt looks well-rested. Covered in old scars with no new ones after the healing spring worked its magic. This is almost the life he'd always wanted with Elektra, even if the circumstances could be a whole little better, but he's taking all the small blessings he can and working through everything else.

He runs a hand through his hair even though there's no fixing it or getting rid of last night's evidence, blissfully unaware that they were just talking about him.

"Hey Frank." Matt turns his head with a sheepish little smile like it's automatic code for 'wow it's a little chilly when we haven't figured out the electricity situation and I can't find my shirt'.

Elektra takes a seat at the table where he's unloading the items. Predictably, she's already stealing the cheese to nibble on from it. She's always hungry. Now certainly isn't the exception. She shrugs at his question. Elektra doesn't think she babies him unless he needs it, but even at that point he still gives her a hard time. She's learned to let him ask for help. She's much happier for it.

"To a point. You have to wait for him to admit defeat for the rest." Elektra gestures to Matt's entrance as a prime example as if she planned it that way. Even if there wasn't a significant chance this is his shirt she's wearing, he'd still have a hard time finding it. She didn't even have to look to know that would be the case. Good thing she's never going to complain about this view. Bad news is it is only a matter of time before he gets sick on her. One problem at a time, right?

She turns fully to face Matthew in her chair. "He brought us gifts, Matthew. I think you'll like them." Elektra notes sweetly. She's really that easy to please sometimes.

And sure enough here comes Matt with no shirt on. Maybe Frank had been right to worry. he nods to Elektra's assessment right before the man arrives, but then he's grabbing up the scarf off the table and laying it over Matt's shoulders. This place is not warm enough to be walking around like that, no matter what they were doing before he showed up (he doesn't want to think about it, thanks.)

"Hey, asshole," he greets belatedly, about as much affection injected into the word as possible while still maintaining its original meaning.

Matt drapes the scarf artfully over his nipples down the sides of his torso. "Sorry. Couldn't find my shirt." Matt bites his lip and takes a couple of steps closer towards Elektra. He sort of seems to know where she is because he didn't walk into her, but maybe it's just sheer luck.

"Did you? Thank you." Matt grabs onto the bottom of his scarf and lifts it a bit with a tight-lipped smile. He has no idea what Frank brought but if he knew there was coffee he might be gushing over the gift basket in highly inappropriate ways.

"Hey, um. You've helped us a lot. If there's anything we can do for you... Or- or Kamala."

Frank's gesture coaxes out a warm smile. It is actually sweet to see how he continues to care for him. It'd have been so easy to write each other off. None of them are the proper version of the people they are so fond of. Somehow they've made it work. It puts Elektra in what she'd call a sentimental mood. She puts the cheese off to the side so she can grab the item she knows Matthew will like best.

"We know what she means to you, Francis. You can refuse something for yourself, but at least let us give the girl something." It's a classic Stick move to refuse to use a name; set up distance between themself and a more vulnerable party. She doesn't even realize she's doing it.

Elektra pops up the coffee container and turns to Matthew so he can catch the smell of it. God even her mouth is watering. She's missed good coffee after the junk she consumed in Reverie regularly.

Matt has manners today so he doesn't mind the rest, though he does predictably hesitate over asking for anything in return. Fortuitously, he actually needs help with a few things, Kamala included.

"I know you saw that post, it's her birthday soon and..." He sighs, thinking of that big birthday party shindig. They should feel lucky to have missed that, even with the free music. He looks at Elektra mainly since Matt won't be able to notice if he's making eye contact or not, and it hasn't escaped his notice how she distances herself from the girl. It's hard for him to reconcile this woman with the one who had lived with all the children in Reims, but he knows she's still a good person underneath it all. He won't stop trying to bring her out. "I want it to be special."

He can't fully control how his voice cracks here, looking down at the ground, scratching Aretha's ears as she comes up next to him, seeming to sense his distress.

"Right." Matt's doing the shifty eyes thing because belatedly he realised that Elektra might have also seen that post. And what he'd said in that post. She hadn't brought it up, so maybe she hadn't. But he's also standing there without a shirt, so. Maybe she had.

Matt is mindful of his word selection, thinking before he speaks. No doubt, the last time Frank planned a birthday party... was maybe before. Everything happened to him.

"Does she have a lot of friends here? Are we talking pirate costumes, boy bands and cake that comes in more than 256 colours or...?" Matt's going all in apparently.

Elektra caps and sets aside the coffee for now. She's seen two versions of Francis and this child together at this point. She has a pretty strong idea of the value they have to one another. Hearing his voice crack only drives home how serious this is. She braves the cold floor to move in front of Frank. She lifts his chin so his eyes are level with hers. Elektra offers a confident smile that she can only hope is reassuring as well. "Then it will be, Francis. I don't have any money to throw around, but I still remember what goes into a good party. We just have to cut out the drugs and alcohol. Simple." She does remember quite vividly that Kamala seemed to be the only child who wasn't getting wasted at every opportunity in Reverie. She assumes that's still the case with this one.

She glances back at Matt, somewhat annoyed as her hand drops. "Matthew, she's turning seventeen not seven." In case he was wondering if she saw that or not. She looks back to Frank, admitting reluctantly. "He is on the right track. What does she like?" Elektra has ideas based on her low key observations in both worlds, but it's better to hear from the nearest source to her.

Matt throwing himself unreservedly into the cause does nothing to temper his emotions and when Elektra lifts his chin there's still wetness shining in his eyes. It's obvious this party isn't all that's going on with him, he feels like he finally has his family back, even if they don't remember him the way he does them.

"She loves superheroes, so you're not that far off actually. I'm making her a chocolate cake, uh." What else... "There aren't that many kids her age, but she's friends with all of 'em I think. Or if she isn't, she will be." She's just that kind of kid.

If Matt could shrug aggressively he would have done it at Elektra. Seventeen felt like a lifetime ago, and dressing up is one of those things some people never grow out of. And he's really excited about the coffee (kind of secretly disappointed he can't smell it anymore?) so forgive him for throwing out random ideas.

He can't sense that Frank is upset so Matt just linefaces and breathes out a sigh.

"Could invite Tony Stark although he might not be interested if there's no alcohol, sex workers or cocaine," Matt quips dryly.

The woman looking into his eyes is starting to get that impression. She makes a good show of playing heartless, but she's always been in tune with the feelings of the people she loves when she isn't a zombie. Now isn't really the exception. Planning takes priority over prying. Once again she has to concede Matthew's point. "I did hear some horror stories about him over the years especially when we were in Columbia." That was a decade ago. Elektra has to concede that point too. "But, he seems less destructive in person. We could threaten him to keep him in line if it means that much to her." Elektra points out casually. "The rest should be an easy sell between the three of us."

Okay, Frank laughs. It's clearly startled out of him, a sharp bark of laughter that catches even him by surprise and has Aretha looking up at his face to make sure he's not dying, oops. He shakes his head as it tapers off.

"Stark's been good to her, I'm sure he'll show for a minute. Maybe one of you could work on Cap though? He's her favorite." Maybe Matt since he's cute and helpless. Something like that. "I'll need help finding flowers to decorate the place with. Maybe there will be some good snow before then, we can build a fort." He's obviously getting into this the longer he goes on.

Wow Frank. Please never laugh again. Matt looks perplexed.

"Cap? ...tain America?" Matt tilts his head. Frank always struck him as being more quintessentially American than Mr. Rogers, but that's netiher here nor there. Matt wasn't aware the Brooklyn boy was here. They haven't crossed paths, but among all the people involved in the Incident, Matt has the least worst opinion of Steve.

"I'll try and find him. Maybe you should take Elektra with you," Matt suggests with a tight-lipped smile. The kind that says not to argue because he doesn't want his psychotic ex-not-ex-girlfriend threatening to cut a veteran up into five pieces should he decide to decline the invitation.

"You'll need. Someone with eyes. To arrange flowers." Or sight. He knows what Matt means.

Elektra looks a lot less impressed. Captain America had been fairly useless on the last world. She can only hope he's less disappointing here. Naturally that hope would be built on threatening to cut Captain America into small pieces if he fucks this up for Francis and the girl. It really is best to keep her out of it.

Thankfully Elektra has her own reasons for agreeing to stay out of it. "You're a better charity case when we're not together." She points out bluntly. No one pities the man with a beautiful woman at his side. "I'll handle flowers with Francis while you bond with him. Don't forget to work the fellow Irish orphan angle. I'm willing to bet he's soft for it." Yes, she's this diabolical. Thanks for asking.

Oh, Elektra. Captain America is useless on every world. That's the only constant Frank has found anyway.

"She said it," Frank points out, but like, it's true. Go put on your best puppy eyes Matt and get them Captain America for his daughter!! "Did you guys see the newer post, from Alex? About the snake-bats?"

That's really what inspired the impromptu visit. That and him being on his way to claim his millionth stray.

"Unh- no." Elektra might do a good job of pretending like they don't spend all their time here with Matt nuzzling against her face, but Matt's got a guilty puppy look that screams of how much he hasn't been putting his time to good use.

He's always got some excuse about how long it takes to go through that when his device has to read it out to him, but he's deciding, wisely, to forgo the excuses and just humour Frank.

"Unless you have?" he directs towards Elektra. "Is it important?"

She shakes her head at the question. If Elektra had seen it, she would have already done something with the information. She had been, well, preoccupied to say the least. "I was with you." Elektra reminds him. While she does find out more than him, this wasn't one of those times.

She doesn't bother asking if it's important. Francis wouldn't bother her if it wasn't. She cuts to the chase. "What can they do?"

You guys are the worst. Frank manages not to roll his eyes, and honestly, he deserves a medal for it.

"A bite can give you echolocation." And blindness, but pffff, like that matters. "I'm gonna ask him if there's a way to extract the venom."

Or Matt could just get bitten by a bat every day. That sounds fun, right?

"Oh." Now he's going to have to go digging for that post.

"Did somebody get- Wait. You're not thinking of- you want me to drink that?" (a) The prospect of being a human guinea pig isn't all that enticing, and (b) he's not Batman, don't put him in a cave full of those things and wait to see what happens.

Matt doesn't want to say this doesn't sound like a great idea, but, you know. This doesn't sound like a great idea.

Elektra looks absolutely delighted by the news. She's ready to sing Frank's praises for this discovery. This is an edge she thinks they need in a crisis. Matthew doesn't seem as thrilled. She really doesn't get it. She looks his way, openly confused. "Why not, Matthew? It'd give you back some of your abilities." He's always been terrible at explaining them, but she knows it's more complicated than knowing where everything is.

She leans towards him as she argues her case. "I can teach you everything I know about how Stick operated, but this gives you an edge in case I can't catch you up in time." That's her fear. She spent more time with the old man, studied him as much as the lessons he offered her, but time is the one enemy she cannot easily defeat. She sighs in frustration before continuing, "There may not be a war here, but that doesn't guarantee eternal peace. I will always protect you, but you can't tell me that's what you want." To hide behind her while she handles the threat; as if his pride would allow it.

Frank is confused, too. He thought Matt might be excited, or at least think it was cool. He thought about trying it himself and he's not even blind. Elektra's speech is a little farther than he was going to go and he chews his lip, suddenly feeling like he's intruding on something even though - yes, Frank, you were doing that from the beginning.

"I mean, you could try the power machine, but I'm wondering if this is a side effect." He turns over his palm and a big flame rises up from it. That's not normal, is it??? He's wondering if this has anything to do with the house fire he saw the other night. He shrugs and closes his fingers and the fire disappears. "I got lightning powers from a flower once. I'm just saying, it could work." And be safer, for lack of a better word.

He has no idea what Frank is demonstrating so Matt just considers what they're both saying with a sombre expression on his face. He's resistant to trying new things - could they tell from the fact that he's probably eaten a shipping container amount of Pad Thai by now and had spent his whole life in the same neighbourhood?

It's true that he doesn't want Elektra or anyone else having to look after him. Stick somehow managed to work with the darkness, but right now it's working against Matt at every turn.

And don't let him start on the whole 'I haven't earnt it' speech and how he must go through things the hard way. He'll never stop talking.

"...where is this..." Matt shakes his head and licks his bottom lip. "batkeeper?"

"I don't think it is considering I've never been." She holds out her hand with her palm facing up. Sure enough she pulls off the same trick as Frank. She looks unbelievably pleased with herself. It certainly helps Matthew is going along with this now. When in doubt, hitting a man's pride will usually do the trick.

"Let's see what other interesting things the three of us can do together." She closes her palm dramatically. Elektra is all in on this unsurprisingly.

"House 10. I'm headed there anyway." If Matt wants to come...? Or just pass on a message, whichever. His attention goes to Elektra who's acquired the same fire powers as him - so it is going around the village. Interesting, and probably not in a good way. "Have you guys seen those mice? I think it has something to do with them."

He keeps forgetting Matt can't glean what's going on, he's not fully intending to have a conversation behind his back, but here it is anyway.

No Frank, he hasn't seen any mice. He hasn't seen shit since he got here. But thanks for asking. Matt's nose wrinkles and he shakes his head.

"No. Haven't heard anything." He also isn't aware of the pyrotechnic show that's going on in his living room. He hasn't sneezed and started a fire yet so, that's always on the table.

"When are you going over? I'll come along. ...as soon as I find my shirt."

Elektra shakes her head. She's not surprised really. What would they eat here? She's been getting their food from the Inn so far. There's not exactly leftovers afterward. "Only what I've learned from the network." She notes dismissively. They might be a problem soon since they have actual food now, but that is a future Elektra situation. Current Elektra squeezes Matt's shoulder and heads back to their room. "I'll get you a shirt. Francis, get him up to speed on our new talents while I'm gone." She may be still annoyed over the little jabs he made at her to the girl, but not enough to leave him in the dark and cold forever.

"As soon as you find your shirt," Frank agrees, then they can head over there to talk to the animal man. And Frank can adopt his billionth wayward child and ask the man about venom to fix his friend. All super normal activities, for this place.

"The mice freeze everything they touch. They just look like normal little field mice, you know. Uh, you don't know. They're cute, and freaky. Anyway, now a bunch of us have fire powers."

Another super normal thing he's grown used to, unfortunately. Waking up with new powers whether he chose them or not. This one makes his regular super powers go haywire, too. Super fun.

Well, more like as soon as Elektra finds him a shirt now considering she's wandered off. Matt turns his head to follow the sound of her footsteps before he turns back to Frank. He's a little confused about the mice, but then there's talk of freezing and fire and Matt's eyebrows crease.

"'Fire powers'? I presume you do? And uh, do you know how to-... Can you work it?" He's not going to be patronising and ask if Frank is a danger to himself or others. Not today anyway.

She doesn't take long. Elektra has never been one to throw things around when they belong to her. Since Matthew is involved, she's been extra careful to keep everything in the same places. Matthew's shirts are in the drawer above hers, for example. His socks are off to the side since he doesn't have many... yet. It's another project she means to get on since taking care of him is a priority for her no matter how careless she pretends to be.

She emerges with the items, putting the shirt in his hand and the socks on the table. "He just worked it, dear." Elektra informs him before going for his boots. She doesn't intend on letting Frank wait all day to placate her boyfriend's pride.

"Yeah. Kind of handy actually." Though there's no telling how long it will last. His spidey senses are the only thing that seem to stick around. "You guys notice any other powers yet?"

He grazes his fingertips over her hand before taking his shirt with a soft, relieved 'thanks', feeling it up to make sure it's the right way round before slipping it on.

"Oh. Okay." Matt nods a couple of times and flashes Frank a brief tight-lipped smile. He's putting the scarf back on almost as soon as he took it off to put his shirt on. Clearly he appreciates it even if what's left of his masculinity dictate he not gush all over it.

"Nothing out of the ordinary's happened to us, I don't think."

She's back in a flash with those boots, setting them on the ground. The socks are placed in Matthew's hands much like the shirt was before she backs off again with a practiced ease. "Only what you've seen already. Is there something we should be able to do?" Elektra glances over at Francis curiously as she retakes her seat. Matthew will either call for help or won't. Either way she's done her duty.

"That doesn't surprise me." Since everyone's been taking care of Matt and Elektra only cares about him, for the most part. Maybe Kamala and Frank had only discovered their powers so soon because of their big hearts, yet another thing they can add to their list of complaints about the damn things. To say nothing of Jessica's bubble malfunction the night she arrived. Wait... maybe that's how he can figure it out. "Sorry," in advance because he's about to do something kind of fucked up in the name of science.

Frank yanks the socks out of Matt's hands and starts moving furniture around behind him so he can't tell where he is. Then he pushes him, just a gentle shove as he eyes Elektra in a way that says Trust me. If he manages to stress Matt out enough, his scrubs power should come to the fore as a defense mechanism and knock Frank on his ass.

He can dress himself, so he'd normally be fine. Of course, Frank has to abruptly act like a schoolyard bully with no real warning or explanation and before his hand realises it's lost his socks, he's lost his balance and falling into the darkness. There's a slightly uncoordinated flail but his hand passes right through the chair he was looking for as the floor rushes up to meet him.

"Ow. What the hell Frank?" Also, Elektra loses brownie points for letting Frank bully him.

He frowns, that should have worked. Usually, he would have caught the other man before he fell, but he expected his personal forcefield to do that for him, if his power was anything like Jessica's. Or if it was like Frank's, he wouldn't have fallen at all. Matt is probably resigned to being helpless and that's why he didn't react and that pisses Frank off even more. He hauls the man back to his feet by the elbow and helps him sit then throws the socks at his lap. Whatever, he's shifting targets. Some people might assume they were wrong, but Frank Castle doesn't quit that easily and he's seen too much shit in this place to drop the thread now.

Turning abruptly, he rushes Elektra, meaning to tackle her to the ground. Her reflexes are doubtlessly better since hello, fine-tuned murder machine. Besides, she can see him coming and the intent in his eyes.

It's only that look that gets her to back off. Elektra is incredibly fond of Frank. She thinks sometimes she even likes him better because he isn't so judgy. He was about a half second away from getting put on the floor because no one fucks with her baby and gets away with it while he's like this. She lets out a soft sigh when this so obviously fails.

"Francis, I don't think mildly annoying Matthew is-" She never finishes rolling her eyes at the men in the room. Stick trained his murder machine well. A giant man moving suddenly in her direction with malicious intent will always set her off even if that man is someone she trusts normally. Frank would know, wouldn't he? Once upon a time he got to watch a group of men beat on a little girl as she stubbornly insisted on fighting back until she won. He must know it'd make her relive those terrible moments if only for a second.

She's not a little girl anymore. That stab of fear gives her the power she needs to protect herself. Frank will find himself smacking into the bubble before Elektra can step back to get her hands on the kitchen shears. It looks like her new reflex won out over the old one. The sight of Francis hitting it makes her flinch and knock over some utensils in the process.

"Are you really trying to kill or test me, Francis?" Her voice waivers a little. She thinks she knows the answer, but she's been wrong before. "I think I passed."

Stuff is happening. Matt is not sure what exactly 'stuff' entails but he can hear them bumping around. Are they getting attacked? By Frank? Matt's not nearly stressed out enough to trigger the mechanism - he wasn't when he first crawled out of the fountain despite how scared and angry and alone he felt, and even in his current state someone's probably going to have to beat him within an inch of his life or drop him off a cliff or something to get it going.

He will however have a mini panic and grope around for something to take Frank out. Things have been moved around of course and Matt's brows furrow in frustration. His hand curls around a chair leg and Matt snaps it off with a firm twist of his wrist. He might be blind but it's not like his muscles have been withering away since he got here.

Matt hadn't intended to light the chair leg on fire but he did completely intend to throw it in Frank's direction. For a blind man he's got pretty good aim, but he's going for where he heard Frank stumble so it might be going slightly above his chest rather than straight at his head.

He's grinning even as the bubble knocks him over. The blow back has him hitting the floor at least as hard as Matt did, so he sees no reason why a flaming chair leg should be coming right for him. His powers kick into overdrive, as always activated by the bubble but now they're in tripletime to compensate for, you know, a flaming chair leg zooming straight at him. The smile drops off his face as he whips off his hoodie to catch it, singing his favorite piece of clothing he owns here, but they're not losing another house to this stupid affliction okay. Frank manages to get up and stomp the rest of the fire out before pulling the sweater back on and frowning at the burn mark.

"Did you just throw a flaming chair leg at me?" Like, Matt, come on. He knows he started it but that was a little much, not that he thinks the fire part was actually on purpose. He turns back to Elektra once he's reasonably sure he's not getting any more torches to the face.

"You have the same power Jess does," Frank explains after a minute,hoping they realize he's not actually losing his mind. "And I'm willing to bet Firestarter over here does, too. It only happens when people are in danger so I was trying to set you off." He should've known Matt would be a tougher nut to crack.

That escalated quickly. She doesn't get angry if only because Francis saved their house from burning down. No harm done, right? It only ruined his favorite hoodie which is a Frank problem anyways! "He's a little sensitive when it comes to people about attacking me. I did die twice." Elektra settles down once the threat to her and the house is done. She can see what he's accomplished here. She has to respect him for getting a rise out of her.

She moves forward to poke the barrier. Elektra smiles in pure delight at it which of course makes it go away. Oh well. :'( "You should have made a more sincere attempt to hurt me if you wanted to activate his ability." She's just saying. He clearly has a thing about that.

Oops? And this is how Matthew stupidly gets them all killed, probably, losing control of something he can't see and lighting the place up. Something smells like it's burning and it has Matt wrinkling his nose as he sits up.

"When we find this man with the bat venom I'm going to hit you," Matt mutters, struggling slowly to get to his feet. A little bit of warning next time please thanks. All these sighted people going apeshit on him isn't exactly doing wonders for his blood pressure.

"I can't tell if anyone's in danger at the moment," Matt points out. Why are they stuck with the dumbest jarhead in the village? He keeps the 'but if you touch her I'll kill you' comment to himself since he's all bark and no bite.

"And I don't know what you're talking about. I'm not overprotective."

"Hey, it worked on you, didn't it?" Elektra and Frank are both always on high alert. It had what made his own powers easy to trigger more often than not. "I'm not trying to hurt anyone, just... thinking."

Which doesn't explain much, but he lost his ability for long-winded explanations a long time ago. Matt should thank the Sound Eaters for that.

"We all get powers when we come here. Fresh ones to make up for the ones they took, in your case." Addressing Matt now. And said sarcastically. He doesn't actually think the Observers feel remorse for any of this.

She throws a sharp look Frank's way. Don't point out he really got her there for a second!!! Even if Elektra knows it's true. She spare them the whining or trying to reestablish her superiority. Something bigger is happening here than her ego. Despite what most would think, she actually cares about the bigger picture where it pertains to us versus them. These abilities, as fun as she thinks they are, come from somewhere. It is pretty obvious someone tinkered with them. The why is pretty important with Matthew in the mix.

She wouldn't be Elektra Natchios if she didn't avoid discussing any of what's on her mind and continued to act like nothing is going on upstairs, would she?

"So they made us more powerful and Matthew less so? Interesting." Elektra breezes past that to point out the obvious. "Matthew, you ripped off a chair leg and threw it at Francis because you thought he might want to hurt me. With a handicap." Which pleases her honestly. It's good to know he'll adapt quick with the right motivation. There's hope for him yet.

"That doesn't make me overprotective. Just. Protective." Okay, semantics, whatever, point is, he's not batshit obsessive or possessive.

"And they're not powers, like Jessica, or Luke." At least, he didn't think so. "They just help me get around." He wasn't given the ability to throw a few punches or bounce a baton off a couple of walls and hit his target. That was all hard work, training and perseverance.

"What's a bubble going to do? Does it tell me when a cup's full or whether I'm about to cut myself slicing an onion?" Matt huffs, trying not to rant. It's hard, he's such a drama queen, but he bites his lip to stop himself from going off on a tangent.

"Look, just. Let's go see your friend with the venom. And stop trying to hurt people."

Goddamnit, Matt. "Wasn't trying to hurt anyone." This is the guy who shot you in the face!!! If he wanted to hurt you, you'd be hurt. Frank rubs at his temples and tries to stay patient here. At least he discovered something today.

"You're right. Let's go to Alex's." A beat. "You have a coat, right?" Frank is obviously someone's grandma at this point in his life more than he ever could be the Punisher.

She's already a step ahead of them, going for the coat that she borrowed from somewhere. It's not a perfect fit by any means, but it will keep him warm for the time being. "I like that you're protective, Matthew." She reassures him as she saunters back over to them. Elektra presses a kiss to his cheek at the same time she pushes the coat into his hands. The sooner she gets them out, the sooner she finds out if this will be a success or not. "Have fun, boys."

(CLOSED) I'm not proud of my address in the torn up town.

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