They clean up and get dressed--Matt not in a suit, but a hoodie and sweatpants-- and Matt leans on Tim even though he's not drunk. He normally just grips the other's elbow when he walks but it's different now, he feels. It's different and Matt likes it. Likes leaning just a little closer and letting shoulders touch and bump as he navigates with his stick and they both give little bursts of small talk.
It really isn't far--Hell's Kitchen is a mess, thanks to the Chitauri invasion. It's the old Hell's Kitchen of the 70s, all high crime rate and shitty buildings. It's home. They round the corner to an alleyway, equally shady, and Matt taps his cane in front of him until the old, closed gym's side door is visible. He's automatically digging for the keys.
"I thought I'd show you where I go when I lose," he says. Keeps his voice flat as he opens the door. The lights are off and Matt, once again, forgets to even turn them on. The board is on the side of the building.
It's old and full of memorabillia--a boxing gym of old, it looks, with a ring in the middle and bags and Battlin' Jack Murdock posters everywhere.
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Date: 2016-01-14 08:06 am (UTC)It really isn't far--Hell's Kitchen is a mess, thanks to the Chitauri invasion. It's the old Hell's Kitchen of the 70s, all high crime rate and shitty buildings. It's home. They round the corner to an alleyway, equally shady, and Matt taps his cane in front of him until the old, closed gym's side door is visible. He's automatically digging for the keys.
"I thought I'd show you where I go when I lose," he says. Keeps his voice flat as he opens the door. The lights are off and Matt, once again, forgets to even turn them on. The board is on the side of the building.
It's old and full of memorabillia--a boxing gym of old, it looks, with a ring in the middle and bags and Battlin' Jack Murdock posters everywhere.
Matt sets down his cane.