ɪ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴡ ɪɴ ʜᴏᴡ sᴀᴍ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟᴋʏ ɢᴏᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴡɪɴɢs ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀs sᴏᴏɴ sɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ғᴜɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ

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Sam stared at Claire with wide, shocked eyes. Claire did the same, looking her up and down.

"How did you find my apartment?" Claire spoke first, even though she probably guessed the answer.

"Why are you in Hell's Kitchen?" Sam ignored Claire's question, pausing when she heard a near-quiet and pained groan behind Claire. "Is he in there?" Sam asked quietly, trying to peer over her old enemies shoulder as she quickly blocked it, closing the door slightly.

"No one is in here. It was probably the damn cat. Why are you hear?"

"Please, don't bullshit me, Temple. Is he in there? I need to see him." Claire glared at Sam, who simply glared right back before slowly turning to look behind her.

The wave of emotions was almost too much for Sam as she debated just shoving herself past Claire to get to Matt and see the condition he was in, waiting for Claire's response.

"He doesn't want to see you." She answered bluntly, Sam scoffing as she flicked her wrist slightly, shrugging.

"Fine. Let me in an I won't have to shove my way past you. I don't care if he doesn't want to see me. But for his sake, I think it would be best if I saw him." She suggested as Claire hummed.

"And just what exactly are you going to do when you see the condition he's in, Sam?" She tilted her head, and Sam merely smiled.

"A better job at patching him up." Claire nodded as if it were a challenge, and despite Matt's reluctant shaking of his head, Claire stepped aside, letting Sam see how rough of shape her friend was in.

"Jesus Christ—" Sam rushed over to Matt and he rested his head back in disappointment and defeat.

"I wish you could have done what everyone else does and call people when you're worried." Matt complained as Claire shut the door, crossing her arms as Sam turned to her.

"Can I at least have a few minutes to talk to him alone?" Claire rolled her eyes, walking into the bedroom down the hall.

"How did you find me?" Matt asked, trying to sit up slightly.

"See if I told you, you'd think I'm crazy for attempting to be a hero. But you were the one to get beat to shit first, so I'm currently winning." Matt frowned as Sam looked over every stitch Claire had given Matt. "What kind of fucking junkie slashes you like this?" She mumbled as Matt shook his head.

"I'm going back to that first part. Trying to be a hero?" Matt asked as Sam slowly looked at him. He was staring right at her, but of course it was a blank, blind stare.

"I don't even know how to explain what happened to me five years ago, Matt... But you're a blind man that I'm pretty sure dressed up in a very tight shirt and cargo pants, and attempted to run around the city saving people." Matt tried to chuckle, but shook his head.

"I'm not trying to be a hero like the Avengers, Sam." Sam frowned in confusion.

"Then what are you trying to be? A lawyer who goes against the law to beat up a few criminals?" Matt sucked in a breath, and seeing as that was his answer, Sam shook her head. There was a long silence as Sam looked back down at his wounds, now fully debating her next move.

"How did you find me?" Matt asked again in a low voice. Sam shook her head slightly.

"If I tell you, then you have to at least promise me you'll do better at fighting. Because I know you won't listen when I say to not do this." Now Matt had actually laughed, nodding his head. But Sam's frown didn't falter.

Matt nodded slowly, his smile fading. "Since I'm still not the best at explaining, I might as well just do this instead." Sam's hand reached for one of Matt's larger wounds and he grabbed her wrist quickly.

"What are you doing?" He asked, Sam looking back up at him.

"Helping." Matt's grip loosened slightly as her fans glowed a soft white light, the light floating towards his wound. Matt hissed in pain for a second, feeling as every stitch undid itself and fell into his lap, the wound healing up into a scar. Sam pulled her hand away, Matt's reaching toward his new scar with confusion.

"How did you do that?" May frowned as Sam shrugged.

"How did you know I was reaching for your wound?" Matt stayed quiet for a moment.

"My senses... are heightened. By a lot." Sam hummed, nodding.

"Well. So are mine."

Another long silence.

"So.." Matt finally spoke, his hand still running along the scar. "How do you know.. Claire?"

"We met in college when she was studying for her doctorate. When I first went to college to be a doctor, before I changed career paths... Because of her."

"Why?"

"Needless to say... her and I were very competitive towards each other. She always tried to one up me in everything, tried getting things before I could, or taking things that belonged to me... Like one of my boyfriends." Matt frowned, and Sam shook her head. "I dropped out of medical school when she accused me of cheating on our exams and then turned the entire class against me. So I got accepted into Regent, and became a lawyer.. Like I wanted." Matt tilted his head slightly.

"You dropped out because of that?"

"I was tired of her shit. I didn't want to deal with it for a millennium and moved to Queens for a bit... Where I'm pretty sure is when I found out I'm a mutant."

"You're a mutant?!" Matt asked a little loudly as Sam shushed him quickly.

"I'm not sure, Matt. I still haven't checked if I have the X chromosome. And if I do, then that probably means that I'm one of the last mutants alive, which makes me a very big target."

"So... Your ability is healing?" Matt raised a brow as Sam looked at him for a moment, wondering why she felt a sense of hope radiate off of him. "Are you only able to heal physical wounds and not permanent?"

"I can heal all wounds except emotional. And no, healing isn't just the only ability I ha—"

"Okay. You've been here long enough. You can leave now." Claire exited the bedroom as Sam turned to her quickly.

"I'm taking Matt with me, then." Sam stood up quickly as Matt frowned.

"Seriously? He can barely walk." Claire gestured to the man sitting on her couch as Sam scoffed.

"If you found him in this condition, that probably means that you'll be a target. And from what J heard when I got up here, someone had already been here to take one of you out."

"Oh but you're willing to put yourself in danger for this man that you've known how long?" Claire crossed her arms as Sam hummed.

"Since I was 9. And trust me, I can handle myself just fine." Matt slowly started to stand up, using Sam's shoulder as a support.

"He can't leave in this condition." Claire shook her head as Matt turned to look at Sam, who shrugged.

"Then I guess I'll put him in better condition. Unless, you'd rather sit here and wait to feel better, Matt?"

"You guys are arguing over me. I'm not necessarily complaining, but I would like to not feel like I got hit by a bus." Matt joked as Claire frowned at him angrily.

Sam's shoulder started to glow where Matt was holding her, Claire's eyes widening as she watched the light flow down his arm and towards every place he was injured, the stitches falling out and onto the ground.

"What. The. Fuck." Claire gasped as Matt slowly stood up a little straighter, Letting go of Sam's shoulder.

"Claire—" Matt started before she cut him off quickly.

"Now I understand. You came here just to show off something, was it?"

"I came here to help my friend. And right now would be a good time to leave. Goodbye Claire." Matt stood there for a moment as Sam started walking to the door. She turned to him for a moment before opening the door and watch him slowly walk towards her.

Matt paused, looking to Claire. "Thank you for helping. But I don't want anyone else getting caught up in this." Claire simply stared at the two as they walked out.

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I'm aware that this chapter feels slightly rushed imo, and obviously I'm still going to have Claire get kidnapped and be apart of the book, but this felt necessary bc i have a love-hate relationship for Claire.

i also feel like Sam finding out the truth was a bit rushed and probably should have waited until the end, but I feel like it's better for her to know now rather than later since I'm trying to make this as "realistic" as possible emotional wise. And by that I mean if Sam were to find out later on that Matt was Daredevil she'd be kissed at him for not telling her sooner and probably would not talk to him for a while <3

Vise Versa, if matt were to figure out Sam's identity, he'd attempt to keep her out of e v e r y t h i n g. . . just to make sure she's safe and stuff