16866/Zoot Suit Riot

Zoot Suit Riot
Date of Scene:	10 January 2024
Location:	Hell's Kitchen
Synopsis:	Daisy thinks she's so cool.
Cast of Characters:	Matthew Murdock, Daisy Johnson

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Matthew Murdock has posed:
    The last thud of an impact was heard, accompanied abruptly after by a whack of impact into a brick wall ending with the rasp of a body sliiiiding slowly down its side. Manny Gutierrez wouldn't remember that sound as consciousness fled him so very quickly, the next thing he'd hear would be the questions asked him by the doctor in the recovery ward. But for now blessed sleep embraced him.
    Which meant he was just joining his brothers in arms in the Mehina Cartel who were scattered around him in the old greenhouse that had at one time housed sunflowers, though this night... it housed a preponderance of conventional explosives. As well as two vigilantes.
    Well, a vigilante and a SHIELD agent. Though perhaps she might be mildly exceeding her social mandate in the events of the evening.
    "We're clear." Daredevil's voice is sharp, stern as he turns his head letting his partner know that that was the last of them. He steps away, heavy boots eerily silent as he moves. None of the other gang members were awake, their heartbeats slow and steady. He started to kneel over one and went through the man's pockets, checking and gathering their phones for Quake to later work her magic on and gather what intel she can from.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
Shield Agent turned Vigilante! Matt was clearly a baaad influence on Daisy because she had decided to start going out on some of those night forays he did, even going as far as they getting Daisy a suit to keep her identity a secret. The dark red of Matt's suit contrasted with the dark blue of her own, skin tight, armored here and there with her face partially disguised. It would do, as long as she didn't start using her telltale powers -too- much.

And in this case she didn't have to. The Mehina Cartel were no slouches, mind you, but Daisy was no rookie just getting into SHIELD anymore. She had honed her skills with the best the agency had to provide, like Bobbi or May. And fighting alongside Daredevil? They were nigh unstoppable.

As such had been proven with the beating provided to the Cartel members.

Quake looks around as a silence comes to the room. That eerie silence after an intense battle. Breath still hard on her throat. A burning sensation on her side where one of the Cartel members had hit her with a bat.

"We need to figure out where they got their explosives." She says, the thrum of battle still felt in her voice.

Matthew Murdock has posed:
    As if in perfectly timed answer there's a clatter of four cellphones being set upon one of the old prep tables that some elderly gardener had likely used to see to her hobby plants. But right now it'd serve to be a place where Daisy can take a look inside those myriad of phones. Though all of them were, of course, black. And all of them were, of course, from Google. So it shouldn't be a challenge for her at all.
    A moment passed as Daredevil knelt by one man, looked over is shoulder at her, "This one's got an arrhythmic heartbeat. Gonna leave a note for the paramedics." Since that's what a good samaritan would do, of course. After beating a man senseless.
    He gets to his feet then and moves toward her, resting a hand against her side very faintly, using that slight shift in her breathing to extend his senses a little more in the way of her injury. His head tilts slightly to the side, 'gaze' seemingly focused past her somewhere. Then that crimson mask turns more in her direction. "How's the side?"
    He asks her, though likely on some level he already knows the extent of the injury.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
Even the devil has a heart. Sometimes. There's a nod out of Daisy when Matt speaks of alerting the paramedics to the condition of a man they just beat up. Beat them up but do not kill them. It was a thin line, but one they did not cross in Hell's Kitchen. Even Daisy knew that by now.

No matter that her work in SHIELD sometimes required eliminating targets.

"I will live." Which by the timbre is mostly her dismissing the gravity of it. By her breathing it does not seem as if her ribs got broken, but she might be sore for a day or two. Blessed Inhuman genes. Still, his proximity is welcome, gloved hand running over his briefly before she exhales, some of that tension of the battle leaving her. He can most likely feel her eyes on him, watching. Perhaps for any sign of injury.

"It's unfair that I can't even hide a small hit from you." she complains in a soft whisper. Even if it's clear she's teasing him.

Matthew Murdock has posed:
    "Mm," Is at first the only answer she gets, though it sets him moving again. For now he starts about the steady task of pulling the fuses from each explosive and dismantling them, twisting open the small plastic casings and pulling out the circuitry, tiny board after board then dropping them down on the ground and crunching them under the heel of his boot.
    Once that's done he turns his head and then answers her in a slightly louder tone, "Easiest solution to that is don't get hit." Then he's moving as he heads to the side opening the door out of that greenhouse, several shards of glass falling out of the frame since they had broken it with their abrupt entry and arrival onto the scene.
    "Take your work with you, NYPD is early, we gotta move." The quick no-nonsense tone of the man is so different than when he's out of the uniform. When he's in the court room or at home, so easy going. But out here in the world? She knows it's nothing to do with how he feels about her. It's just how he has to work.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"Don't make me remind you who gets to nurse all your wounds." If Matt is going to hassle Daisy then she's going to hassle him right back. With sass! That raised brow can even be -felt- in her voice as she retorts to him. Not that she doesn't understand where he's coming from, and the worry he has out here in the streets. A mistake can be deadly. To themselves and others. Regardless of her sassing doesn't mean she doesn't focus on getting some work done by way of working on one of those little black phones. Google ones. So cute. Thugs think they are so smart with these when she can hack them in just a few minutes.

Head perks up about the NYPD arriving soon, lips twisting to the side, "They are never early." she notes. Clearly something is afoot here but right now it's not time to look for those answers. That will come later. She quickly sweeps the phones away, tucked inside a small backpack that she swings over her shoulders.

"Ready to go." she steps towards that broken glass door, glancing out. It was time to make themselves scarce.

Matthew Murdock has posed:
    It was the first time that night he cracked a smile. Well, more of a smirk, since that was likely all she'd catch in that turn of his head as he stepped through the door, waited a beat, then held it for her before they started to move quickly to the edge of the building. She saw him make that same stride she'd seen him make before, that preface to the picking up of pace as he breaks into that run for the rush and leap over the side of the building, stepping past the edge and into the abyss between buildings along the street. There's a /whisk/ of compressed air being fired as the grapple line leaps and circles around a nearby flag pole jutting out the side of a building. It takes his weight and aids his swing...
    Even as they hurtle across the distance. He trusts she'll follow, and she's proven able to keep up with him. The conversation on hold as the next few moments involve them focusing on the shift and flow of bodies in motion. Then there's the rasp of footfalls upon another rooftop as they land, still moving but now at an easier pace with them clear of the danger area.
    "Going to hold here, have a listen." His head turns slightly, "How are the new duds?"

Daisy Johnson has posed:
Follow him she does, all the way through that side of the building, running after him to that more secluded side. Out of sight of any curious onlookers.

And then that telltale thrum of vibration is felt. The one that announces that Daisy is about to use her powers. Invisible to many but to Matt those vibrations are quite visible to the senses, specially due to how familiar they feel. Quake pauses, focusing, lowering herself a touch and her hands open to her sides, pointing to the ground.

And then she /jumps/ up into the air, flying up and over, propelled by those vibrations until she drops on the rooftop right next to Matt. She exhales after and slides to the edge of the rooftop.

"Michael did a great job." she says of the suit, "As he always does. A little tight on the hip still, but that's workable." a beat, "And don't you dare blaming it on Christmas." though he could blame it on Christmas! Always a time of a bit of excess.

A phone comes out and she works on it while they wait for the police to arrive.

Matthew Murdock has posed:
    She sees him move to the side of the building, easing down into a crouch with his head turned just so. She's seen him like this so often before, those moments when he holds himself almost preternaturally still. Those moments when he extends of himself... goes beyond himself. Listening. But when she speaks and when she finishes his lip twists slightly.
    Then she'll hear him murmur, "Good then. Although." His voice lingers over that last syllable. Then he turns his head slightly more in her direction while she works on the phones.
    "Could use a little more red." Which for some reason amuses him.
    But then he's getting to his feet.
    "Detectives already en route, sounds like they're looking for something in particular beyond the explosives. Did you find anything?" He asks that question, though knows that if she had... she would have said as much.