BEING ALIVE

QUESTIONS

(A/N: OMG THIS IS SO LATE SORRY. Also, it's shorter than the last one. Oopsies! Be sure to comment to your heart's desire! I love reading comments lol)

Leo didn't sleep until five AM. Then he woke up with the sun at around seven-thirty. The kid was beat up and miserable. He had two advils and a piece of bread for breakfast, just barely feeling any better than how he woke up. When he went to make coffee, he realized that the labels next to each button on the coffee maker were all in braille. Leo rolled his eyes. Why couldn't this guy just use a cheap French press like a normal person?

He shook his head and sat down on the couch after finishing his bread (he didn't bother toasting it simply because he didn't feel like it). Finally, Matt emerged from the bedroom wearing a white button-up shirt and black pants with a maroon tie.

Leo tilted his head, slightly resembling a confused puppy, and asked bluntly. "How do you pick your clothes in the morning?"

"A former colleague of mine helped me put together designated drawers. Unless he's been playing one big joke on me for the past few years, which I wouldn't put past him." He said, barely reacting to the abrasiveness of the question. Instead, he fired back with a question that was just as unwelcome. "Where are your parents?"

"Gone," Leo answered without flinching.

"Dead?"

He shrugged. "They could be. Don't know, don't care. They're just gone. You?"

"Dead."

"Sorry." 

"Don't worry about it." He said. "We need to talk about the Hand." Leo sat forward, listening eagerly. "First and foremost, the Hand is a deluded and dangerous cult-like organization. They train ninjas and assassins to further their agenda, whatever that is. I don't know much, but I do know that they've played with life and death before."

Leo nodded, taking in the organization. "But why me? Why bring me back to life? And why take my sister if she survived the car crash."

"My best guess is that they're taking kids they think no one will miss and turning them into assassins," Matt said, ignoring the sting he knew his words might have had. "As for your sister, the Hand doesn't take prisoners, I don't care what that guy at the pier said. She wasn't meant to die in that crash."

"Shit." Leo leaned forward and ran his hands through his hair, fighting the urge to rip it out. Finally, on the cusp of answers, he just got more questions. More shit for him to figure out. Leo missed the days when the hardest questions were on Madeline's math homework.

On top of this Hand business, Leo also had to figure out the mysteries of his own body. He was alive now, and that was great. But if there was one thing Leo knew for sure in these uncertain times, it was that he didn't trust it for shit. Nothing comes free, there's always a catch, and that bullshit. He also wasn't too sure he trusted Daredevil. Well, Matt Murdock by day. But that was slightly lesser on his list of problems.

Before he even tried to get Madeline back he needed to know that he wasn't dangerous.

There was a long silence before Matt broke it. "You killed that guy last night."

"Don't care," Lies. He very much did care. It was very much eating him up inside. Leo was suddenly glad he wasn't religious. He could only imagine what kind of guilt he might've been feeling if he believed that anything he did mattered in the long run. "He deserved it."

"That should be up to the law," Murdock said sternly.

Leo looked up at the man with narrowed eyes and an incredulous look on his face. "Please," He scoffed. "If you really believed that, you wouldn't be running around Hell's Kitchen at night in a glorified Halloween costume beating the shit out of people." He said vindictively. "I mean, have you ever thought about how many of those guys died from brain damage or internal bleeding a few days after you dropped them off tied up at the police precinct or the hospital?"