(Hey! Uh, quick note- This chapter is where Kasey finally goes into detail about what she went through before escaping and it's not a light subject. There will be a warning before hand if you don't feel comfy reading. Even writing/reading it myself now makes me a bit woozy so please, seriously, read with caution.)

Matt had slept for a good while after they had gotten back, save for when Claire returned at some point during the morning to properly reset and cast his leg.

Once again, it wasn't fun to have his leg put back in its place. After she had left he had fallen back asleep, for a good part of the morning as well.

When he finally started to wake back up, he could hear Kasey's heartbeat in the living room and it was a bit faster, she was probably awake. It even spiked just a little when he started shifting around as if she tensed up.

Matt sat up and swung his legs over the side of his bed. He stretched, his wounds from the previous day reminding him not to move too far. He stood up, using his good leg more than his bad one, and tried to make his way to the living room to check on Kasey.

When he opened the door, he could sense Kasey looking up at him from her place on the couch and he heard her quickly stand up when she sensed him standing there. "Why are you up?! Claire said not to use it unless you had to!" She fussed at him, concern lacing her voice.

"Hey, I'm putting as little weight on this thing as I can." Leaning against the door, he held up a crutch that Claire had left for him. Although, it was left in case he needed to get up. He had to admit, it was funny hearing a teenager fuss over him like Claire did. "But I heard you were up and I wanted to come check on you, see how you were doing."

She made a slight face. "You could've just asked me to come in there..." She mumbled as she glanced away. She thought about the... not quite a spoken question he had asked. "...I'm-" She hesitated for a moment before releasing a small breath. "I'm tired..." She answered, her voice soft.

"I wouldn't expect anything otherwise." Matt told her with a kind smile. A lot had happened to her, so tired kind of seemed like an understatement.

She shook her head a little bit, her hair ruffling around her shoulders. "Not... Not just... sleep tired..." She admitted. "I-..." she shifted a little bit. "I'm tired of everything..."

"Again, I wouldn't expect otherwise." Matt told her, using the crutch to aid him as he came into the living room, sitting down on one of the chairs across from the couch. "You went through a lot yesterday, and even the day before. I don't doubt that you're exhausted, both mentally and physically."

She started to tell him to go back but he sat down and she sighed and sat back down on the couch.

She was quiet for a moment. "...I've been tired much longer than that..." she admitted softly. "...I know Tony talked to you about me, at least a little bit, right?"

Matt went quiet, pondering over what Tony had told him the day before. He slowly nodded. "Yes, he told me a good amount about your situation."

She gave a small nod at that. "I know he didn't go too deep into it though... but you and Foggy are going to try to help, so..." she hesitated for a moment. "The more you know the easier it is, right?"

Matt nodded again, leaning forward somewhat. "Knowing more about your case would help us to further it. The more details we get, the more ammunition we have against the corporation."

She sat and debated for a long minute.

He had trusted her.

It was time she did the same.

"...Can we talk about it in your room? I think it'd be more comfortable for both of us as there's... there's a lot..." Her voice was quiet and uncertain.

Matt heard the uncertainty in her voice, and decided to move to where she was comfortable. If that helped her to speak up, then he didn't mind getting up again. He stood, once again using the crutch as support. "Yeah, we can do that." He motioned for her to follow, and made his way back to his bed.

She stood up and followed him inside slowly. She was anxious as she hadn't really... talked about... any of it.

Ever.

Not to Tony, Peter, or Aurora. Not even Atlas knew. She kept it so bottled up and hidden away but she was tired from constantly having to bury it every time something shifted and risked revealing too much...

It took Matt a moment to get situated, propping his leg up on the bed and setting the crutch where it was easily accessible. "So... what's on your mind?"

She took a seat on the bed next to him, hesitating as she fiddled with her bracelet where Atlas resided, still turned off. "If I say it all now, it's unlikely I'll ever do it again... or at least not for a long time. So..." She took a deep breath before turning Atlas back on.

"Kasey, wait- Wh- huh?" Atlas sounded confused as he processed they were no longer in a dark alleyway, but instead back at Matt's.

"H-Hi Atlas..." She spoke softly.

"Kasey!! Please tell me you didn't-"

"I didn't. Matt stopped me." She reassured him.

Atlas made a noise mimicking a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness... You had me really worried there..."

"I know... I'm sorry... I-" Kasey hesitated. "I want you to record everything I'm about to talk about, okay?"

"Record?"

"Yes. All of it. I-... it's better to have a version of it then to maybe never have one." She decided. "So please..."

Atlas was quiet for a minute before replying, "Okay. Ready when you are."

Kasey nodded a bit at that and glanced at Matt. "I, uh... I haven't actually talked about any of this..." She explained. "To anyone..."

Matt nodded, ready to listen to anything she had to say. It was touching, to have her tell him when she hadn't told anyone before. However, it almost frightened him, making him wonder just how bad it was that she hadn't spoken about it before.

"I'm ready to hear whatever you have to say Kasey, don't be afraid to tell me anything."

(WARNING SKIP TO NEXT WARNING IF UNCOMFY WITH GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OR PANIC ATTACKS KASEY'S BACKGROUND IS NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART I DO NOT SAY THAT LIGHTLY)

She took a deep shaky breath as she tried to figure out where to even start. "I... I remember waking up for the first time... I was in a white room. I-It was a sensory deprivation room or solitary confinement..." She started, wrapping her arms around her legs as she pulled them up to herself.

"I-It wasn't very big. Or have much in it. It was so quiet. The only noise was myself and the room suppressed even that. The air was crisp and suffocating..." She took another breath.

"Everything was white, like blinding white. Everything felt the same. Any "food" I was given was bland and tasteless." She tightened her grip on herself a bit.

"I don't know how long I had been unconscious or even kept in that room while I was awake before they came for me. I tried to fight back and resist but it didn't do much but apparently it annoyed them to the point they injected this... Paralysis thing into me..." She "stared" at her legs.

"I-I... I remember the long hallways they dragged me down, unable to fight back, speak, or move. I could only watch like I was trapped behind a screen..." Her throat was tight as she tried to make herself relax.

"I remember them stopping and opening a sealed room... I remember the bright lights reflecting off the metal table they dragged me to. The blurry faces of the people standing around it. Of them watching from the sidelines. Their muffled voices whispering to each other..."

He could hear the way her heart rate started to pick up and how tense she was.

"I-I-" Tears brimmed her eyes. "I remember how they picked me up and tied me to the table." Her voice was tight in her throat. "Them giving me something to numb my senses..."

She was trying to keep her breathing steady. "I remember them talking about me. Asking if I was ready." Her heart rate was starting to pick up even more.

"I remember feeling them injecting something into me but I could only lay there and stare up at the bright lights and their blurry faces-" She shook her head.

"I remember the moment it all went wrong." Her breathing was a bit faster and shakier. "The moment my heart started racing, the way I felt my muscles, despite being paralyzed, spasm-"

She felt the hot tears spill down her face, her eyes starting to sting. "They were yelling at each other. Something was wrong." She choked out.

"I-" She was starting to tremble. "I r-remember th-the burning starting i-in my-" She gave a shaky gasp as she felt the phantom pain starting to burn in her eyes. "In my eyes-" She finally said, her voice shaking as she cried.

"I remember- Matt- I remember the way they burned. The way it felt like they- they were on fire o-or- or melting-" She told him as she squeezed her eyes shut, hating the way they burned even now. "...They still do-" She whispered softly, tears flowing away from her hands as she covered her eyes with the palms of her hands, shaking.

Matt listened, nodding along every now and then as Kasey relinquished what she had been holding in for all that time. There wasn't exactly a certain way he was expected to respond, as stuff like this wasn't a common conversation. So for the time being he just waited and listened.

His scowl grew deeper onto his face, as he heard every painful detail of what those creeps had put her through. Now more than ever he wanted to go out and let off some steam on them, but the fact that he couldn't only irritated him more.

"Kasey I-" He stopped himself, trying to find the right words. "I'm sorry all of that happened to you, and I can't begin to imagine the trauma that caused you." He sighed and wrapped an arm around her, in an attempt to comfort her. "I still feel my own burning, from time to time, from the accident that took my sight. Although I never went through the pain you did."

She slightly tensed when he wrapped his arm around her but leaned into it a moment later with another shaky breath. She listened to him and hearing him tell her that he felt that pain too- That it wasn't just her- that he had his sight taken from him like she did- maybe not the same way but they both had it stolen from them...

She leaned against him, still trembling a bit but she had managed to calm a little in his embrace. "I-..." her voice still shook. "I wish I could say that was the worst of it-" She told him, her voice quiet as she sat there, her back against the headboard as she sat next to him, slightly leaning into his embrace.

She looked down at the bed as she hesitated. "I... I wasn't even able to scream. I could only stare blankly and- and watch everything disappear into nothingness before I passed out completely..." She very carefully rubbed the tears away from her face, trying not to make her eyes hurt more.

"I... I remember being in that room again. Where nothing existed. It was worse. Everything was- was just none existent... no sound, no smells, no tastes or textures-... No light."

She wrapped her arms around herself. "I don't know how long I was there for. Time just... stood still. I could only sit and wait. I don't know if I slept or not, if it was hours or days or months-"

She took a shaky breath. "Then they came. They pulled me out again. I didn't fight this time. How could I? It was pointless to try..." She shifted a bit.

"Then I realized they brought me back to the lab again. I remember feeling something was wrong the instant the door opened. I think it was the first time my "spider sense" triggered." She explained. "They forced me back onto the table and tied me back down. They gave me paralysis and numbing agents again..."

She was tense as she slightly pulled away from him and leaned forward.

"I heard them talking about my eyes. They said they might be able to repair them and were going to try. They weren't talking to me. They never really did. Only about or at me." She shook her head.

"I wasn't sure I liked that idea but they confirmed I was all set and wouldn't be able to feel anything and they put me under..." Her heart was starting to race again.

"I..." She was suddenly incredibly hesitant, glancing away from him.

Matt continued to listen, acting as the audience to her story. He couldn't do much other than comfort and soothe her, but he wanted to be there for her nonetheless.

"And then?" He asked simply. He wasn't happy about hearing the rest of the story, but he needed to know. Both as her lawyer and out of concern for her.

She took a shaky breath. "I woke up." She replied, her throat tight as she stayed facing away from him. "T-There was s-something... c-cold and s-sharp touching my face-" She explained. "I felt it slice deep across my face, just under my eye-" Her hand was shaking as it very lightly traced the same place. "But I couldn't scream. I couldn't give them any sign that I was awake- let alone feeling everything they did-"

More tears spilled down her face as she shook, her breathing growing unstable. "They did the same to the other before they noticed the heart monitor suddenly spiking-" She quickly let the words tumble from her mouth, knowing if she stopped she would not finish.

"They were panicking- Kept saying I wasn't supposed to be awake- They wrapped my eyes up to try to suppress the bleeding but it didn't make the pain stop- I remember hearing them arguing, yelling about how they should've given me a higher does before- before trying to remove them-" She was trying desperately to keep herself grounded. To not fall back into those memories-

"I finally realized I was awake and I struggled and broke free- Free of the straps tethering me to the table and I ran- I ran so fast- Faster than I had ever run before. I didn't know where I was going, I didn't know how I was even getting away- After all, I was completely blinded now- But I remember grabbing something, it was heavy. I don't know how I knew how to do that and I threw it and shattered a window-"

She was speaking faster as she panicked a bit as she relived those memories again. "I ran up to the window but it was so high up- I hesitated, everything outside that window was overstimulating me- But I heard them coming, every inch of my told me to jump but if I jumped I was certain I was going to die-" she stopped for a moment, trying to calm her breathing down.

"I jumped." She stared at nothing in particular. "And I prayed that the fall would kill me."

Matt rubbed her shoulder, letting her know he was still there for her, even if he didn't say anything right away. Her story was awful and horrifying, but he knew that she had to tell someone and get it out.

That last line hit him like a train.

"Calm down, take a deep breath." He told her, a warm but stern tone lining his voice. He didn't want her panicking again. "It's a good thing that you jumped, and it's a good thing it didn't kill you. That led to you being here, alive and safe."

She took a deep breath as she shook a bit, but glanced towards him and shook her head. "No. I jumped expecting to hit the ground. I didn't." She explained. "It would have killed me. But no, I was caught." She looked up a bit more.

"By Spider-Man and Interweb..." she wiped a bit at her face again as she shifted a bit to look at him. "They were going to take me to a hospital but I begged them not to... so, they took me to Tony." She sighed softly.

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"And that's where I've been ever since... that was... four? Five? Months ago... and I may be alive, but I'm still not safe."

It had only been five months? For some reason he had thought it'd been a lot longer, by the way she handled herself before.

"You will be, once we start putting those people behind bars. If they're forcibly enhancing people, then they've got a whole new wave of cases coming after them."

She chuckled faintly. "I doubt it'll stop them... someone will always be after people like us or striving to make more of us into weapons." She replied. "Doesn't help that they are actively trying to hunt me down... They actually got a hold of me about... a week ago, give or take." She told him.

"That's where we got a lot of that information the first time around... We stole a computer tower, two files, and some of the vials."

Matt irked a brow at the mention of the vials. "Tony didn't mention the vials. Was that the chemical they injected you with?" He asked, looking for the answer.

She nodded. "Yeah. I'm not surprised he didn't mention them. He probably wants to keep a tight lid on that." She explained. "I smashed the others so unless they have the recipe somewhere they can't make more. Or if they remember."

"That's... actually really good." Matt spoke, shaking his head lightly. "Not the recipe thing, but the fact that you kept the vials is great. Those are hard evidence, and we can get a lab test done on them to prove how dangerous they are."

She blinked in surprise. "Wait, really?" She asked. "I just brought them so Tony could protect them and study them-" She explained. "I assume the computer and files we grabbed will help too," She stopped, hesitating for a moment as she remembered what Tony told her.

The reason he had reached out to Matt in the first place probably...

"...Tony told you about how I, uh... don't have documentation, right?" She was cautious with how she worded this.

"The computer and files will definitely help." He nodded, before hearing the last question. He knew this was a touchy subject, but continued.

"Yes, Tony told me about your papers issue. I haven't found a solution for that yet, but I've been trying to think one up."

She gave a small nod. "It's... It's more complicated than what he said... I had asked him not to tell anyone about it though." She explained slowly. "When he said that I don't... "exist" cause of a lack of documents that was only partly true... I-..." She was hesitant for a moment.

"... Did you catch the girl's name?" She asked, her voice quiet.

Matt was taken aback by the sudden change in subjects. He racked his brain for a moment, thinking up the girl's name.

"Kassidy. Her name was Kassidy." Matt told her confidently.

He felt her tense up as she sharply inhaled and her heart started to race a bit faster. Her mind was racing a hundred miles an hour trying to make sense of what that meant. "I-I-" She felt tears start flowing again.

"I can't believe it..." She whispered weakly.

Matt furrowed his brows, leaning up somewhat to comfort her some more. He tightened his hood on her, just enough to provide a weighted comfort, not enough to hurt or feel uncomfortable. "What is it?"

She gave a weak laugh. "I know you heard it too... Her voice?" She asked him, not turning to face him. "Did Foggy or Claire describe her to you?"

Matt frowned, knowing what she was getting at. "Yes, they told me she looked almost just like you. And she sounded like you too."

She made a noise that sounded like a mix of a laugh and a sob. "Th-then I was right..." She cried, her body shaking with each breath she took. "That girl? Kassidy?" She let out a pained laugh. "That was me."