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If the Lord ain't with them, at least don't let the Devil in [ for fightlikehell ]

It's six am when Steve gets up--makes his bed and tidies up his mostly spotless apartment. Getting up early has never been a problem for Steve and even less of one when he's got things to look forward to. The tiny fake tree is still sitting up by the window, one present underneath that never got claimed.

He waits until it's a quarter till seven before he starts the coffee, and starts rummaging through his kitchen to get what he thinks they'll need.

Breakfast and faith sound like a good way to begin the day.

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With the Nexus the way it is, most days Steve would swear at the cold and regret getting out of his nice warm bed. But with a friend in tow everything is loads better. So long as they go at a sedate pace, Steve can even hold conversation without too much trouble.

"So Verity's personal trainer is a bounty hunter from space. I don't know much about her other than she's really tall, really strong, and very intimidating. But she took me on as a student too. So far it hasn't been much physical. Hand-eye coordination stuff. Fine motor control. Stuff that seems kind of piddly until she explains what good it does. I got a real star pool cue for Christmas from her, so I've been learning how to play pool. The yoga thing isn't nearly as weird as it sounds, either. I think I like it."

Steve needs to give himself more credit than that These days are exceedingly cold. And Matt is from New York too though he has more meat on his bones and a less delicate health. It's enough to make anyone want to stay indoors. Matt will be sure they keep an even pace.

"We'll head to my place, rest then I'll show you the church." And he literally means rest. The guy is carrying his art. It wouldn't make sense any other way. "I have met her. And the idea of getting another perspective on fitness would be helpful for anyone." Meaning himself ahem. "Yoga sounds very weird at first, doesn't it? I picked it up in college. Really a stress relief."

"It does not help that I totally thought people were talking about yogurt mats and that was not a pleasant image." Steve makes a yech face and yes, there is a sound to go with that.

"I know a guy who I think would be real good at the game, so I might ask him for some pointers once I'm a little more confident in my abilities." Steve chuckles slightly to himself. "Yeah don't make her mad. I have." Steve did. Tiny Steve who Samus could snap in half? Sure did. "It was not my smartest moment."

"Yogurt!" He snorts and bounces his cane in place a second just imagining for the both of them. The yech face is entirely implied anyway. "That... I can only imagine what kind of weirdos would be into that."

"You gotta practice to get better. How else are you supposed to improve? I could come along for company." A chance to get out and listen to the comfort of bar sounds. Does Nexus have a charming dump like Josie's?

Don't make Samus mad. That is jotted down in his brain. "What did you do to tick her off?"

"You'd be welcome to. I usually go to a place Nana recommended to me, get a beer and try to get a game or two in. I haven't been able to beat anyone yet, but I'm getting better." Nothing will have quite the same kind of charm as Hell's Kitchen's little dive like Josie's, but they can get close.

"Oh! That reminds me. Have you been to Nana's diner yet? I forget if I showed it to you. It's honestly where I ate most of my meals before I started cooking lessons with Verity. She gave me the coffee machine I'm using, even."

"Oh, uhm." Steve sucks in a deep breath. "I don't agree with some of her lessons on leadership or military strategy. And I got real mad when she antagonized me over a point we were arguin' about and started hollerin' at her. I know she was testing me an' I failed, but my temper's always been a problem and the point we were fighting over was real close to home for me. I'm surprised she didn't swing me through a building, but at the time I would have swung back, mistake or no."

"You could beat me." And Matt would give it an honest try. A few times he played pool and meant it ended up to be reasonably, suspiciously successful for a blind man. He's no professional by any stretch.

"Oh... with the pancakes right?" If he's not mistaken. "I've been there a time or two. Eating almost every meal there wouldn't be bad on anything but the waistline. " Such good, hearty home cooking. Matt's full right now but it's enough to get into his head to step in again.

He listens. That sounds a lot like Samus or what he can glean from what he's talked with her about. She is very levelheaded which means that when she's not it is a significant difference. "Some things you just... you're sensitive about. And being angry, well, it happens. You're more than entitled to it," says a man with his own temper issues.

"Don't be so sure until you've played me. I'm not very good yet." Steve laughs, but it's at his own joke, rather than Matt's comment. If the other has figured out howto play pool in his condition, Steve isn't about to doubt it.

"She tried, believe me." Steve shakes his head. "Doesn't seem to have worked though. I only look like it has because the coat's really poofy." Pat pat goes the poofy coat as Steve taps his flat tummy through the layers.

"I told her I'd take the dive on the grenade for my squad. She said it was bad leadership. That I shouldn't have let there be one in the first place. Or something stupid like that. I forget what the exact details were. But she doesn't believe in self sacrifice, and I don't believe a leader is any better than his team. We went back and forth a bit, until she called it a waste. That's when I lost my head." Steve doesn't sound too terribly torn up over it looking back on it. He's had time to study more. And while his stance hasn't changed, he does see the reason one would never want to be put in that position in the first place.

He's just realistic. Sometimes, there isn't an out.

Matt reaches for Steve and it takes only a moment to find him to give his shoulder a squeeze and a very light shove. "A tie then?" Between the blind and the newbie.

"I dunno if I'd bulk up or not, to be honest. I've kind of been a bottomless pit." Especially with training. "Then again, I would never stop anyone from trying."

Leadership, teamwork... elements of working in a single group with a goal in mind. He has no military background or interest but it sounds like Steve has an ingrained passion. "If it means something, I don't think it's ever a waste," he says softly. Steve isn't sharing this for validation. "It's a bit much to say that anyone would be in control of the elements so much as to prevent the grenade." They'll be there no matter what in a war. Matt sighs and shakes his head.

"Arguments sometimes bring people closer together after. You still respect Samus to work with her."

"Oi! Watch it Murdock." Steve laughs and leans into the other, pushing him very slightly with all ninety pounds of him. "If I dump your bridge in a snowbank I'm pushing you in to go after it." He's already looking forward to taking Matt there sometime. It'll be a fun adventure. He needs this. Being able to joke around again.

The conversation turns more serious again, but Steve is determined to keep the good mood he has going on right now, so he shrugs and makes a point to accompany it with a 'who knows' kind of sound.

"She gave me the pool cue for Christmas despite the fight, and it wasn't by breaking it over my head. Plus she's still training me. I'd say we're doin' alright."

This should be foreboding, he's still laughing. "Okay, okay... I don't have any plans to jump off, on or around the bridge. This one or the real one." Easy going with laughs and good talks. There is nothing like this.

Matt's laughter calms. "I'm glad to hear that. You both seem like good people. And sometimes good people aren't meant to get along all the time. Just how it works. ...I have to remind myself of that."

Because the biggest fight of his life so far was not with any of the kooks in Hell's Kitchen yet but with Foggy. "Were there apologies? For the escalation, not the opinion."

"I apologized. I don't remember if she did. I don't think it matters." In the end, she's still teaching him, and he's still hoping to learn more. That's really all that matters.

Fighting with your best friend in the world is a miserable thing, but sometimes it happens. Steve's been there, and he still wouldn't have anyone else by his side before Bucky. Fighting or no, they've got each other's backs. Till the end of the line. It'd be easier for Steve to remind hismelf of that if he wasn't busy being upset over the fact that bucky isn't here. Or if he is he's avoiding Steve and also became someone's torture puppet. Wow this depressing line of thought again.

"Like I'm gonna get arrested for pushing the blind guy off an actual bridge. I can't go to prison, Murdock, they'd kill me."

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They still get along from the sound of it. If Samus really took offense, if Steve truly took offense they wouldn't even be bothering. "You're a good man Steve Rogers." It took everything in Matt to not say Charlie Brown. The save is worth the dodged pop culture segway. But maybe it would be worth showing Steve a classic comic book every man to relate to.

True friends have your back no matter what. Foggy to Matt, Matt to Foggy. And here he decides that he'll be there for Steve. Eventually he'll get that whole story. Eventually.

"I gotta prove you pushed me and that I didn't give you a reason. That's how court works." Matt snickers. "Call it self defense."

"If there's one thing my looks have an advantage for, it's that no one believes I start anything." Steve laughs, and while it's sincere it's also a little bit proud. "If only they knew how bad my Brooklyn street boy temper is."

They'll both get the whole story. That's what friends do.

"Young man" Steve starts in his best impression of an old curmudgeonly judge "Your victim can't be your defense attorney also."

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"Mr. Steve Rogers are you telling me that you have a penchant for starting shit?" The surprise in his voice is absolutely phony. Matt hasn't seen the spitfire quality or fury that he was describing but it's plain to see that he is a man of passion. And that can't be encased by any body type. It's the New Yorker, the American the... good guy quality.

Matt laughs and shakes his head. "Talk about a conflict of interests."

"I don't put up with bullying." Is Steve's flippant reply. Yes, yes he does. You have no idea Matt. "Now whether I get to finish shit or not....That's another story."

Steve's been beaten up more times than he can count. Part of that may be one of the couple concussions he's gotten from said fights.

"Right?" He coughs a few times as the cold starts to get to him before he clears his throat again. "Agh. I cannot wait until winter is over, man."

"Hey," now he's got to reel it back. He's so very used to Foggy Nelson teasing that can be tedious, heavy handed like a mother bear. Both hands are held up a moment. "No bullying here or shit giving or taking." For now. It is good to know though.

"I like being able to wear warm clothes. And the food." Food again. "I'm looking forward to spring too. Even with allergies."

They keep along their way. "Not too far more. It's called St Francis de Sales. Oh and if you're ever wondering, don't look up anything or anyone close by starting with saint with Siri."

"Like I'd ever have reason to let you feel my bony elbow jabs of doom." Steve laughs even as he's rolling his eyes. How Matt can be talking about food already is impressive. Steve doesn't think he'll eat again until tonight after the breakfast they've had.

"Honestly? I hate being cold and I hate not being able to breathe."

Steve stops a moment and makes a face before hurrying to get back into step with Matt. "What, why? Miss Siri doesn't like churches either?" Can you hear his D: face Matt? He is making one so hard right now.

"With a title like that I'll count myself as lucky." Eye rolls don't make noise, that's just fine. It's the laughter that matters.

Hopefully his friend isn't too cold now. Matt may have to look into seeing if they have some kind of taxi like way of getting around. Or alternative ideas until Steve is in a better climate.

"Oh no no. It's just that there are so many saints in names of buildings, streets, businesses..." He hopes that it isn't too late to save the other man's perspective on the world.

"Bucky called it that." Because of course he did. The poofy coat keeps making it's poofy noise and Steve seems to be keeping up okay, with only the barest of wheezes in his voice. He likes the exercise. The spirit is willing, but the body...well.

"Oh. Oh...UHm. Right, because that other thing would just be silly right? Haha...haaa..." He clears his throat.

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