"They say we are asleep until we fall in love
We are children of dust and ashes
But when we fall in love we wake up
And we are a god and angels weep
But if I die here tonight
I die in my sleep"
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Rhea dropped down onto Matt's couch in a pained groan. She pulled her mask off of her face and glared over at Matt, "What the hell is going on?"
"I need to go-"
"Go?" Rhea cocked her brow up at the idea of him even walking out of his apartment, "You look like absolute hell."
"Zoe, Karen, or Benicia may have heard Claire's conversation with us."
"Zoe already knows about me anyway." Rhea brushed his worries completely off as she started to pull her boots off. She only felt complete pain the entire time, "Stop worrying. You have the special crazy hearing so I'm sure whoever heard didn't even hear our end of the conversation."
"It makes Claire sound like she was part of this all."
"News flash, Matty-" Rhea unclipped her belt and dropped it onto his couch, "If she knows you're the masked vigilante, then she's part of it."
"I still need to-"
"You need to shower and throw your outfit into a washing machine." Rhea cut him off again as she hobbled into his room. And stole one of his shirts from his closet. "Strip."
"I'm-"
"I'm going to text Zoe." Rhea cut him off as she pulled her suit off. She put his shirt on and slowly sat down onto his couch again. She leaned her head back and let out the longest groan, "I'm pretty sure I have a broken rib or some shit like that cause everything in my waist hurts."
"You can't tell Zoe-"
Rhea glared over at him, "And why not?"
"Because Fisk bombed half of Hell's Kitchen to get what he wants. What do you think he'll do to Zoe if he finds either of us out."
Rhea opened her mouth to argue but shook her head, "She already knows about me."
"But she doesn't know about me. And I'd like to keep it that way."
Rhea laughed as she forced herself into a better sitting position, "Then I guess you must be pissed that I know, huh?"
"It's not the ideal situation."
"Mmhm. Broken bones isn't my ideal situation but here I am." Rhea felt something hit her face and she pulled a wet cloth from her. She glared over at where Matt was standing. He was behind his kitchen's island without his shirt on, "What was that for?"
"You did not have to become a part of this. I don't want anyone getting hurt."
"Tell that to the Russian dude." Rhea wiped her face with the rag before standing up, "I also don't really have a choice now, do I?"
Matt turned his head, "I told you not to tell Zoe."
"I didn't text her." Rhea told him honestly as she limped slightly. She glanced down at her leg to see a giant welp of a bruise on her calf.
