The moment he caught the sound of a familiar pulse, just in passing, Matt knew he'd be throwing all his plans for the rest of the day straight out the window. Because he'd know that heartbeat anywhere. They might not always be the closest of friends, or always see eye to eye, but there are few people Matt would be happier to figuratively see right now, and Luke Cage is definitely on that short list.
He's had cause to think about Luke a lot lately; it's hard, not to consider this whole registration business, and not come up with what happened to his friends and allies as a result of it. Danny went to prison because he was pretending to be Daredevil. Maya had been stranded in Japan. They'd uprooted Luke and Jessica's entire life. To him, if nothing else, these would be compelling arguments to throw in with their side, even without all the ethical and legal violations of the entire act...if he'd felt as though he could. If his life had allowed it to, or if he hadn't been making excuses, trying to leave them out of his collateral damage, or...but it doesn't really matter now. He's here, and he's made his position clear this time around. Drew the lines and set up for the long haul.
They haven't talked for awhile, though. That gives Matt some need to consider for a moment just how to approach him, and what to say. Luke's anger is screamingly obvious to his heightened senses, the compulsive way he keeps looking at the spot where Matt knows the tattoo must be. He sympathizes, and has no desire to make it worse, but it's hard for him to just pretend that everything is all right and normal. Well, normal for them.
It only takes a moment, before he gets up from his coffee and crosses the street, to catch up.
"Luke. Mind having company, if you're going for shakes?"
It's almost casual. It would be, if they weren't meeting again under such potentially grim, grave circumstances, because to everyone who's lived through this before in some capacity or other, the severity of what they might all be in for can't be ignored or denied.
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He's had cause to think about Luke a lot lately; it's hard, not to consider this whole registration business, and not come up with what happened to his friends and allies as a result of it. Danny went to prison because he was pretending to be Daredevil. Maya had been stranded in Japan. They'd uprooted Luke and Jessica's entire life. To him, if nothing else, these would be compelling arguments to throw in with their side, even without all the ethical and legal violations of the entire act...if he'd felt as though he could. If his life had allowed it to, or if he hadn't been making excuses, trying to leave them out of his collateral damage, or...but it doesn't really matter now. He's here, and he's made his position clear this time around. Drew the lines and set up for the long haul.
They haven't talked for awhile, though. That gives Matt some need to consider for a moment just how to approach him, and what to say. Luke's anger is screamingly obvious to his heightened senses, the compulsive way he keeps looking at the spot where Matt knows the tattoo must be. He sympathizes, and has no desire to make it worse, but it's hard for him to just pretend that everything is all right and normal. Well, normal for them.
It only takes a moment, before he gets up from his coffee and crosses the street, to catch up.
"Luke. Mind having company, if you're going for shakes?"
It's almost casual. It would be, if they weren't meeting again under such potentially grim, grave circumstances, because to everyone who's lived through this before in some capacity or other, the severity of what they might all be in for can't be ignored or denied.