This Ain't No Choir

Infection

Matt punched the man square in the face breaking his jaw in the process, he kicked the second man coming towards him from behind and roundhoused kicked another while dodging another fist flying right towards his face, he back flipped and headlocked another man chocking him and throwing him at another man coming at him with a knife, he must have guessed 30 men in total in the room and 15 more outside ready to bust through the warehouse doors and try to shoot him. He managed to catch his breath before he wiped blood off his nose

Someone had hit him? Shit. He wasn't paying attention. He keept going back to the night. He shook his head. He didn't want to remember. Frank hadn't tride to find him after that, maybe he moved on. Matt grimaced before being hit square in the back and thrown to the ground, he fell hitting hard with a grunt. Just as he was about to stand up he heard gunshots outside. Where they aiming at the warehouse? Wouldn't that kill everyone inside as well?

Before he could get his thoughts together he heard the familiar heartbeat and he froze.

Frank

Just as he was about to stand, four men came at him he hit two with his fists and jumped up and two other men came wrapping there arms around his arms holding him back trying to drag him but kicked the two others he had punched away from himself. Before he could hit the ones from behind he screamed feeling a thick metal, thin, sharp sink itself right into his neck. The metal must have been made specifically to break any armor because his suit didn't protect him.

It was painful and it burned, he felt dizzy and realized it was a needle, a very sharp and sturdy well made needle, the two men holding him loosened there grip, feeling as if he wasn't a treat anymore. They injected what ever was in the needle and yanked it out painfully earning a half chocked up scream. Then the men started to talk in what sounded like Japanese.

We're they the yakusa? Part of the HAND?
He felt himself lose touch with his situation before he heard a very loud crash of the huge metal warehouse doors bust open. He heard a scream, more of a yell a sort of roar, it sounded panic and worried but anger was trying to mask it, as if the person screaming for him was hurting. Matt didn't understand, the words were fading from his ears before he heard gun shots and sturdy strong arms catch him.

He finally closed his eye's and blacked out....

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Earlier

"Their planning to unleash a vile that I suspect is posionouse, it will ultimately kill off half the population."
Stick layed out his plans on the wooden beaten up table, the table felt as it had seen better days, some ducktape was around a leg, as if it had been broken and someone tride to fix it up again doing a half assed job.

"Are you sure about that? Why havn't the Avengers been contacted yet?" Matt felt around the layed out paper feeling the plans.

"Kid if you havn't heard the last time anyone saw the Avengers they went into hiding long ago." Stick, Matt's old teacher smacked his fingers off the paper,
"Careful, you'll ruin it. " He grumbled like the grumpy old man he was.

Matt rubbed his knuckles from the smack, "I don't think that's true. I know To-"

"If you say Tony I swear your hands aren't the only thing I'm smacking, next it will be your face," He tride to smooth the paper out, it keept curling back into a roll. "And this time I'll break your glasses." He added, earning a scoff from Matt. As if he would, just try Matt Thought.

"I don't want the Avengers to know about these plans, they'll mess everything up more and the perps will get away, they aren't quipped for this fight, it's you and me Matty." The last words came out sounding in pain. It had been a real long time since Elektra, and it always sent a stab to Matt's heart. He loved her- no, he still did. It's still been hard for him to bring himself to her death.